#(even if ahsoka keeps telling him there's nothing cool about it)

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

I saw the thing. Both of the thing. The two things. Those things. Star Wars things.

RIP Luke Skywalker's relevance post-OT, we hardly knew ye.

[spoilers and shit below the cut]

I mean... the first two episodes did their job? They certainly felt like a typical Star Wars, whatever your definition of Star Wars is. It just feels like these people at the top have no fucking idea what to do with the galaxy post-Empire and pre-First Order. Like, there is no obviously Big Bad Fascist group of baddies that our plucky underdog rebel heroes have to fight. The enemy is not clear as bright fucking day. What is the enemy? What are we fighting? Is this why we're plundering the depths of the EU and overwriting EU!Thrawn with Disney!Thrawn? Is this why we're turning the New Republic into an uncaring out-of-touch wannabe Galactic Republic/Empire?

There are many, many places where the Volume is painfully obvious and it is incredibly fucking distracting. Personally, Peter Jackson's LOTR trilogy and the POTC trilogy really sold me on the possibilites offered by the marriage of practical FX and CGI. I've never been convinced by the "gimmick" that James Cameron's blue cat people promised, and seeing how increasingly terrible and cheap and fucking greedy the Hollywood studios have become since then has me convinced that we're fucked. I still want to one day get a job in entertainment design but I am increasingly gritting my teeth and side-eyeing the state of things.

There has to be better way to paint non-human skin tones onto actors right. The lack of emoting also really frustrated me. I hope it's just people settling into their roles but I also don't know the sequence in which they shot their scenes. It's just... I felt nothing. I lied. I felt something for Sabine's lothcat. I get Ahsoka at this time being aloof, distant, cold, closed off, but everybody else? I didn't feel it. Maybe from Skoll and Hati, our non-Jedi Norse wolves. Nordic? I don't fucking know.

Someone please explain to me how Sabine is suddenly a Padawan, an ex-Padawan, and now a Padawan again. I never saw Rebels but I know enough canon to know that Padawans are supposed to have some kind of Force sensitivity? Why is Ahsoka deciding who to take in as a Padawan? I thought she left the Jedi Order before she became a Knight? What the fuck is going on? Is she just... making up the rules now since there isn't an Order of people to say, "Hey, maybe don't"? Or is she just picking up where Ezra and Kanan left off? I don't know Rebels and it is midnight; I sure af am not going to decide to read summaries of everyone right now.

Sorry to Luke who either never blipped on Baylan's radar or was just that unimportant to him. Somehow. Sorry to Cal, though I don't even know if he survived to see the Empire's fall.

Among the bipedals who speak Basic, Morgan Elsbeth wins the award for "Most Interesting Character" because Diana knows how to chew up her scenes and has the charisma to keep me interested. I don't recall she was ever revealed to be a Witch in her Mando episode. But now she is? What? Why?

The baseline world development of the Corellian shipyards fucking kills me. I know nothing about Lothal from the show so I can't say shit, but from what I've seen of the city itself, it's so.... clean. CG clean. "We can't let people know we live here" clean. The Volume was screaming into my eyes on Arcana, and I can't believe the fucking planet is called Arcana.

But what is the reason why Sabine put away the parts of herself that are Mandalorian? Is it so that we can see her floundering and struggling and letting her hair grow long while she tells everyone to fuck off? Is it so that we can then see her saw off her long hair a la Mulan (or Kanan, I guess) and become a Mandalorian again? I... I don't have any emotional investment in this. I didn't see Rebels, therefore I don't have any actual emotional investment in this. It's just, cool CG, lightsabers whee, classic Star Wars-ish music to yank at your heartstrings, droids, magic, the Force, Force shit, more lightsabers, pew pew, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee. And people I only recognize because of the Galaxy of Heroes games, fandom osmosis, and cursory skimming of the Star Wars wiki. If I was a true outsider who knew the bare minimum from previous D+ shows, waht would my investment level be?

Is anyone surprised that Andor keeps showing up in these conversations? I want to rip my hair out and scream at people who hate the discourse because they say people just want more shows exactly like Andor (grimy and dark and grimdark with no Jedi and no Sith and no pew pew space fights and no bzzzzzzzzzzt lightsabers and all politics and politicking and hard decisions made by morally gray characters either trying to survive or trying to see the Rebellion survive) instead of the campy unseriousness with color and bad CG and silliness and pew pew space lasers and shit. I just want more shows made with love and care and a basic understanding of storytelling. There's a difference between telling a story and telling a Star Wars story. The Felonious Showrunners are telling you a Star Wars story full of Star Wars. Did you see the Star Wars? Look at the Star Wars. Listen to the Star Wars. Feel the Star Wars. Yes, I get it, but are you also telling me a story? Is this all really just a buildup to Thrawn returning to the galaxy to take control of the Imperial remnants to make a second Empire or some shit like that? And as always, does it really matter when Thrawn and Ahsoka and Mandalore didn't have ANY impact on the galaxy or the fate of the New Republic and the First Order in the ST?

Fucking hell, looked up serial vs episodic because I forgot the terms and then deleted the entire paragraph because what's the point l o l. Look, the problem for me is that this show relies on working knowledge of Rebels and also The Clone Wars so that we can understand who these people are, what their history is with each other, and where they're coming from when the Norse wolves sprung a witch from her cell. I don't have the time or energy to do any of that, so I don't... I don't care. Who are these people? Explain them to me. Tell me why I should care without assuming I already watched the other shows. All we had of Andor is Cassian Andor, who dies at the end of Rogue 1. Yet somehow we got to see all these new faces emerge and bloom and keep rising or dying for the sake of the nascent Rebellion. We got to know who the fuck they are, what the fuck they do or did, what their relationships are to each other, to the Rebellion, to the Empire, to Cassian. We got to see and hear what they believed in and why they fight or don't fight.

You don't need the 3 episodes of fleshing out Ferrix or any of the characters integral to a story arc. You already have the settings and the people. You already have the history. It would take a lot less work to introduce who they are, what they did or do, how they relate to each other, what they won and lost . It just... it just feels so damn shallow and half-baked and stiff and light like cotton candy.

I think if not for Andor, these first two episodes of Ahsoka would be perfectly acceptable in the Star Wars D+ series pantheon. But Andor is fucking Spiders Georg and fucked over people's expectations of what a good Star Wars show is and can be.

ACTUALLY. WHY NOT TELL THOSE OF US THAT AREN'T FAMILIAR WITH THE DISNEY STAR WARS LORE WHO THE FUCK THRAWN IS, WHAT THE FUCK HE DID, AND WHY WE DON'T WANT HIM BACK. Oh he's the last of the Imperial Grand Admirals - so what. Moff Gideon is beneath the likes of Vader and Tarkin and Thrawn and he did a lot of fucking damage. Andor showed us very clearly what kind of power and damage the ISB can do. So how much more damage can Thrawn do if he did come back? What kind of threat is he? TELL US HOW DANGEROUS HE IS TO THE NEW REPUBLIC. TELL US WHY MORGAN IS TRYING TO BRING HIM BACK. FOR HER OWN AMBITIONS? TO HELP OUT THE OTHER IDIOTS HIDING IN THE DARK, LAUGHING AT GIDEON CLONING HIMSELF IN A PATHETIC GRAB FOR POWER? COME ON. TELL ME SOMETHING.

Anyway, sorry to Luke Skywalker who's stuck on Ossus fucking around with Artoo and a bunch of spider droids, locked out of some greater story about an apathetic former Padawan and her own Mando Padawan looking for a lost Jedi while also trying to stop a blue man from returning to the galaxy. Maybe he never should've returned to Star Wars and stayed a grumpy old Jake who died all alone on some fuckoff island.

Let's see what the next episode will bring! At least it makes great background noise while I do other things.

#rambling thoughts #it's late and i'm tired and deeply meh about things #ahsoka critical #ahsoka show spoilers

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Secret Cargo"

Mon Mothma is a badass, that is all.

Hello another one of my husband's favorite episodes.

So much story expressed in just body language and establishing shots. The Ghost is waiting--apparently they've been there a while if they're willingly listening to holonet news--and they're all anxious and bored.

So the Ghorman Massacre, if previous Legends canon still holds, is that incident I mentioned way back when, when Tarkin landed a Star Destroyer on top of a group of protestors, implicitly with Palpatine's permission.

And can we just admire the sheer balls on this woman? Mon makes this pretty speech in the Senate chamber while it's in session.

Meaning she called Palpatine a "lying executioner" to his face.

Legends canon also holds that right after this, she personally hand-delivered the Declaration of Rebellion to his desk.

Yeah. I love her.

Heeeeeey good thing they established how utterly creepy these droids were back in "Warhead" because I see it and now I'm filled with dread.

The sound design for these things is still excellent.

Love how Ezra can tell different dialects of Binary apart in order to know the probe "speaks Imperial". He be learning behind the scenes yo.

(In more ways than one, as we'll soon find out.)

The way they draw out this suspense as the probe makes another round is great, quick teamwork and fast reflexes almost had the thing once it was within range.

Intense Ezra is intense. :)

The Ghost takes in a Y-wing in yet another cool utilization of its cargo hold.

Too bad these pilots are ungrateful. "You're making things harder for all of us!" Awwww boo hoo is the tyrannical authoritarian government getting even more tyrannical and authoritarian because it's finally being pushed back against? That's an occupational hazard, people. You're in a rebellion, it's not going to be cake and ice cream.

"It would have been prudent to avoid detection, as ordered." The probe was literally on top of them looking in their windshield, I think it was long past having detected them.

But enough griping about Gold Squadron's backseat rebellion-ing, let's get some more action!

One of the Y-wing pilots conveniently gets taken out so Ezra can take their place and I love this expression from Gold Leader:

He's just like, "Really? This upstart kid?"

But Hera has complete faith in him, awww.

Ezra looks really good in a Y-wing helmet. I don't think he keeps this one, he only seems to collect Imperial helmets.

*ANGELIC CHORUS*

Faslfhaksjfh pretty sure fandom winced when Ezra said the cursed line but! In this case nothing bad happened. Guess we broke the curse.

And now we learn just why the Rebellion loved using Y-wings so much. Two attacks from two fighters and they absolutely cripple this light cruiser.

His face is too pure sometimes. T_T

I really like how Mon is characterized here, Rebels really leans into her Paragon qualities. She sounds like a woman who's tried her best and is finally fed up, and you absolutely believe in her capacity as a Rebel leader. I think one of the reasons I'm reluctant to watch Andor is how they handle Mon. I'm not really a fan of "graying" my heroes.

Dantooine namedrop!

Four Star Destroyers hovering over Capital City now, come on guys that's excessive.

The beginning notes of Thrawn's leitmotif play softly here, in glockenspiel it sounds like, before switching to the iconic organs. As a side note, since they have Kiner for the Ahsoka show please please let there be some theme carryover from the show.

Thrawn already knows Hera's tactics well enough to deduce where she's going to go; through a risky, little-used smugglers corridor in a nebula. Him sending Pryce and Konstantine to head her off I don't actually think was him setting them up to fail, because for all intents and purposes they had the Ghost dead to rights, Hera was just a bit too creative and clever and managed to slip free.

Why is this show so good at coll menacing shots for Thrawn?

Mon speaking to another one of the archthemes of Star Wars: When to keep fighting inside a flawed system versus when to break from it and burn it all down. There's no real easy or right answer. Bail, and Padme, and Mon worked for years within the system, both of the Republic and the Empire, trying to change it from the inside. The Republic, for all its flaws and problems, could have been salvaged if enough people cared enough to fight for it, and absent Palpatine's influence of course. The Empire on the other hand, is rotten to the core, from the top down, the entire hierarchy and infrastructure designed to deprive its citizens of rights and due process and basic freedoms and control them under an oppressive hand.

Which isn't to say that continuing to fight against the Empire's rule from the inside, in the government halls rather than on the streets, was a worthless endeavor. Not all political conflicts can be solved by direct action. But it does take wise discernment to know when to start openly opposing a corrupt system.

Mon has apparently reached that breaking point.

This whole conversation is just... nice.

Hello yes, someone order some fresh scenery porn?

Ezra gushing about how Hera's "the best around" awww.

The Empire shows up, Vult Skerris now shoved in a TIE Defender, as if he wasn't a hassle enough in a regular TIE, and Ezra tries to warn the others about the Defender to no avail, we lose a couple redshirts.

This music cue is gorgeous, the animation on the nebula is gorgeous, I know I'm not being super verbose this rewatch but this episode is just so nice.

The way the Interceptors just melt, the bits that peel off the Ghost...

This music cue is much more relaxed than the wailing chorus at the end of "Journey Into The Star Cluster", more like a track you'd hear in a nature documentary, maintaining its sense of subtle awe and wonder even as a danger is narrowly escaped.

Love that Mon immediately knows she needs to stall for time so that Hera can think up something. She's fitting into the Rebellion already, knows her people well. :)

Also hilarious how her stalling tactic is a laundry-list of political demands.

LOL Chopper rolling along the floor there.

Ezra being an actually really decent pilot (because Hera taught him) and taking care of business. <3

Hera's face when she hears Ezra. <3

Sabine would have loved Hera's tactic here.

SCORCHED.

Dantooine be pretty.

[CIRCLE HIGHLIGHTS THE PART IN MON'S SPEECH ABOUT AUTHORITARIANS STIFLING FREEDOM IN THE NAME OF "SAFETY", POINTS EMPHATICALLY.]

Rebels said beware tyrants trying to control you for your own (or "the greater") good.

This whole ending bit is just so... optimistic. There's a sense of hope and heroism, of dawn breaking after a long night. Things are clear cut, there is evil and we must stand against it.

And finally the true Rebel Alliance is born. :)

Ahhhhhhhh I love this episode I love it, it feels almost chill in pacing and tone but that sense of clarity of purpose, that OT feel, it's just beautiful, this is just a pleasant episode.

Even knowing what happens in the finale can't fully dampen the spirit of this one.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #rebels rewatch #liveblog

[slightlysuspect]

Under the Radar

Dirk relocates his crew due to growing concerns that people may be looking for them.

Dirk Correia

"Stop complaining, you know there's a lotta heat."

"But couldn't you have made this decision, before I bought this couch?" Diego asks, as he struggles to move a loveseat into his new room. I moved the crew to a new safe-house, and they refuse to stop complaining.

"Air conditioner worked good 'nough for me." Millie says while she carefully organizes a rifle rack.

"You know what I meant!" I retaliate. Our deals have ended a little bloody lately, and the number of people looking for us have risen as a result.

"You are wildly paranoid man." Fuentes says.

"Believe what you want." I say. "But don't take not being found yet for granted."

"I like the new place." Some girl I've never met before says.

"Dawson!" I yell. "Why is there a random girl in our secret hideout?"

"Don't worry bro she's cool." Dawson says from upstairs. He then emerges in the stairwell with Ahsoka behind him.

"Why is Ahsoka here she wasn't supposed to-" I take a deep breath and gather myself. "Ladies if I could kindly ask you to leave." Ahsoka seems more than happy to be anywhere but here as she exits, but the other girl is more reluctant.

"Maybe Lindsey could stay for just a bit?" Dawson asks. sigh.

"Fine whatever, just keep the circle of trust small please?" Unbelievable this guy. Yet still he cracks a devilish grin and takes the girl upstairs. I swear when they find us...

"Dirk calm down would you?" Fuentes asks.

"How am I not calm?" I ask. My people don't think. Right now there's a couple gangs that're upset, but what happens if the clones catch onto us? Security droids aren't really a big deal, but if the clones get on our trail... Luckily that botched deal with Santo happened really far from here, but 4236 is crawling with clones, and I'm not just gonna sit around and wait for them to find us. There's a knock on the door, and I feel my stomach lurch.

"I'll get it!" Diego yells from his room, and he runs over to answer the door.

"Diego wait!" I say, but he just opens the door, and his girlfriend Stella comes in. "Diego! Why is she here?"

"What so Dawson can have people over, but I can't?" He asks. This is quickly turning into the not-so-secret hideout. Maybe Fuentes is right, I just need to relax...

"Hey Dirk," Stella says. "Kha'to has been looking for you." That's not surprising. I've been trying to stay off his radar. No doubt he wants to know why Santo can't form a sentence.

"Well you had better not go telling him where I am." I say.

"He knows you're a hermit, and he didn't seem mad." She says. "He just gave me a time and a place. Up to you if you wanna go." Ah. I can't ignore him forever. Maybe it's better to get on top of the situation.

"Fine. What's the place."

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I do like the way Kha'to does business. Winnie's is a relatively safe establishment on 1302, and you don't start nothing on Winnie's turf. It's a great place for one-on-one meetings for both parties. I'm hooded and masked for this meeting, as I don't wanna show my face in public. Kha'to is a Trandoshan, and I keep scanning the area to make sure he didn't bring any reptilian friends, but once I'm confident he's alone, I go sit at his table.

"How long were you gonna keep me waiting Dirk?" Kha'to asks.

"You know I like to be careful." I say.

"Do I? Where was that caution on the Santo job?" That's a tough question.

"Look the Lost Ones tried to pull some gunk. We ended up not having a lotta options."

"I care little about the gang. What happened to Santo?" I really don't even know how to answer that question. He continues, "Next time just kill him and make up a story. When the client comes back from the deal in such bad shape it's bad for business. All the surface dwellers get scared when they see one of their own get manhandled."

"Oh man has he still not recovered?"

"Well he's dead now." I have a hard time concealing my surprise. "Like I said he was bad for business. Better if everyone thinks the Lost Ones killed him."

"So then everything worked out right?" I ask.

"Almost. We both now have a common enemy in the Lost Ones. No doubt Kula is keeping you up at night?" Kula is the leader of the Lost Ones, and he's absolutely right. It scares me that she's looking for me. "Her antics of killing clients in the streets have really upset a lot of people, and she needs to be taken care of. I figure you're the perfect man for the job."

"Whoa I don't know Kha'to we got a lotta heat right now. We can't just go and kill the leader of-"

"My apologies I guess I wasn't speaking clearly enough." Kha'to says. "Your services are required, and if you didn't want to lend them, then you shouldn't have botched the deal so bad." I'm not sure I like where this is going.

"How would I even go about killing her? She doesn't make a habit of going on long walks alone."

"Where's your creative spark? You don't wanna give the impression that you're bad for business do you?" Ok I guess this isn't really a negotiation.

"Fine. I'll figure something out."

"Try not to let things get so messy this time, will you?"

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The job is simple enough on paper. Kha'to gave us good intel on the Lost Ones hideout, and Millie and I are on a stakeout.

"This rooftop is perfect!" Millie says, staring down the scope of her rifle. "I'm tellin' you just let me take the shot from here."

"I would, but have you actually seen Kula yet?" I ask.

"Well no, but I ain't in no hurry." She says.

"We're gonna have to draw her out." I say. The question is how. This needs to be clean. If it devolves into urban warfare, my "business" will likely be ending soon.

"I thought you was more patient. She gotta come out eventually."

"But how long is eventually? My employers don't share my patience."

"Fine it don't make no difference to me. I'm just gonna be right here shootin' no matter what." I have mixed feelings about Millie's nonchalant approach to assassination, but I guess that's a better attitude than whatever it is I'm doing.

A figure begins approaching the Lost Ones' hideout. They don't seem to belong there. "Something's happening." I say. "Who is that?" The figure sneaks behind a guard, and in a flash of light strikes him down. "Ahsoka? What's she doing here! I distinctly remember kicking her out of the crew." Dawson! I didn't realize how much they interact, but I guess she's always drinking at his bar.

"Well there you go, a distraction just like you wanted." Millie says. "The girl's useful, but why don't you want her around?"

"She's dangerous." I say. "And if we don't keep her at a distance she'll end up getting us killed." Ahsoka begins scaling the wall of the building, and slips in through a window.

"I don't know seems like a real problem solver to me." Millie says.

"And what makes you say that?" Shots ring out from the building, and I can only hope the Lost Ones managed to kill her. A few moments later, Ahsoka emerges from a different window with a head in her right hand.

"Yup. That's Kula." Millie says, and she begins packing up her rifle. "Looks like the problems solved." Ahsoka slips off into the night, while commotion begins brewing in the Lost Ones hideout as they begin to realize what just happened. "No point hangin' around here." Millie continues. "Let's bounce."

Author's Note

I think this is the first piece where we really start to see how the crew thinks and operates. Now that we've been properly introduced, we can see how they interact with each other, and I think there's a lot of disparity and disfunction. Are these things that I should openly highlight? I'm really not sure. I'm definitely a believer in letting readers form their own conclusions, and I don't particularly like nudging people into seeing things from my viewpoint.

#star wars #fanfic #alternate universe #ahsoka tano #original characters

[el-lotoblanco]

I sigh and shake my head, “he’s not even old enough for a license.” I grumble to myself and move to the table to write Vader a response, this time in Huttese.

V,

You don’t know how much it pains me to hear that everyone has lied to me. Rex and Hunter not included. They would never. Ben, wrong as he is, has reasoning. I suppose. In his own way. You can imagine my reluctance at villainizing my own Master.

I’m horrified to learn about what you’ve gone through, with Palpatine and with Mustafar. The thought of you burning on the lava bank… it brings me to my knees. I know this might be a strange thing to say, but I am sorry about Palpatine, I’m sure you mourn the grandfather you thought he was. It’s okay to be upset over that. I’m curious to see what your scar looks like, sounds badass. You always get the cool scars.

I just want you to know that I understand. I would have done what he had said too if it meant sparing you a painful death. I’m more heartbroken than ever to know that you almost got one on Mustafar. I’m also relieved to know that you let the younglings get away. You should know that practically all of them have found a Master. I’ve had a few come through here to stay for a few days before Plo comes to collect them. He’s got a home for all of them to go to, in true ‘Dad style’. He’s overjoyed about my growing belly every time he sees me, the sweetheart.

I’m proud of Cody and Jet for fighting it, I always knew they were different. Special. I’m sorry to learn about Crosshair and incredibly interested to know what you mean by your words about Cody…

Learning that Ahsoka has been lying, I’ve decided to cut contact. It’s me here, in my home, and Zip. He’s thirteen and the Empire killed his parents so he’s here with us now. It’s hard being on my own because I am unable to travel for groceries and things easily. I still can, of course, I’m not helpless. At all. But it’s easier if he does it.

I try to make myself feel better as I write this, that it’s only been four months since I’ve seen you. But it doesn’t help. I’m also slightly embarrassed by not being able to fight anymore, I must admit. Though I can still fight in my robes!! If I move the belt higher, of course.

I want you to write back and tell me of your palace. Who lives there, if Zip could do online schooling, what the boys are up to. I trust you, but I don’t trust many imperials at the moment, I hope you understand. Especially your inquisitors. One tracked me just the other week and you can imagine how pissed I was that I had to run. They did not recognize me though, of course. I’ve cut my hair and I smudge dirt on my face to imitate a poor workers wife here. There are many women that look just like me. Still, the inquisitor spooked me.

In a selfish way, I’m thankful to know you’ve not read the other letters. They… were mostly emotional ramblings. I wish they had gotten sent, though. So you knew I was trying.

I’m anxious for your response. Please tell Cody I love him, and Crosshair and Jet too.

Thinking of you,

Lili

Vader can't help but laugh a few times at your letter this week, mostly concerning your grumbles about not being able to fight as well. Of course that's something you would grumble about.

He also feels an overwhelming sense of relief- you understand. You understand and you're asking questions about the fortress and the Empire. This is good.

He grabs new paper - better paper, a pitch black - and his new silver pen before starting to write again.

My love,

I am thrilled to be hearing back from you so soon. And even more thrilled to learn that you understand. I was worried you would hate me forever, even after I explained.

I want you to know that even though I cannot see you, you look just as beautiful as you did when we were in the Order- being able to fight (or the lack thereof) does not affect how people see you. I promise.

Of course Plo is taking the children in, I expected nothing less. Wolffe is here, too. I am keeping a close eye on him.

You asked some questions, wanted to know some more about the Empire. I'll try to lay it out for you as well as I can- my apologies if I am once again all over the place.

My palace... is beautiful. My pride and joy. I have found a way for it to run on the lava that flows through a basin at the very bottom of the structure; since lava is practically endless here, it flows 24/5 and keeps our operations running. Included in the envelope will be some photos of the inside, because I like to show off my designs. There are many floors, plenty of lifts, and some stairs. Each of the boys have their own quarters that are the same size as mine- I don't believe in positions earning prizes here. We are all equals because we are all working together to achieve a common goal.

We all live on the same floor, too. Cody is right next door to me, and Crosshair is right next door to him. The Inquisitors are also on our floor, just farther down. My assistant's quarters are right across the hall. It's nice to have all of them so close; I can barely stand to eat dinner by myself anymore, so I always have at least one other person over to eat with me.

I have a pup. His name is Anubis, but I call him Nubi for short. He's the best therapy dog you'll ever meet, and has the softest fur. He's all black. I'll send a picture of him, as well.

I will tell you about the 'close family'. Me, Cody, Crosshair, Jet, Aurra, Nubi, and sometimes Wolffe. Oh, and Orin and my Inquistior, Jaspar. Aurra is... incredibly tiny- she's the one you said Crosshair looks really stupid standing next to (and I happen to agree). Jaspar, he was born cold, I'm convinced. He grew up on a planet where he was royalty- a Prince, basically. In order to gain political allies, his parents kept a Force binder around his ankle so we could not find him in the Order and they whored him out to whichever politicians they were trying to win over. He's a very kind man at heart, and he tries to be soft, though his actions always turn out to be a bit... intimidating? I guess? He's not used the light side a day in his life- but he's incredibly sweet and he's not evil. I guess you could say he's like me. You can trust him, I swear on my life.

As far as Zip and his classes, yes, he can absolutely take online school here. There are quite literally hundreds of quiet spaces he could choose from to study in as well if he doesn't want to sit around in his quarters. Oh, I would be happy to house him with us for awhile, if you believe he is too young to live on his own- it wouldn't be a problem whatsoever. I have plenty of room.

What are the boys up to? Let's see. Jet and Orin have taken to playing with the dartboards in one of the rec and relax areas, modeled after what you did for them in the Temple. They still love it so much.

Cody, he's coming over for dinner tonight. He just got back from a mission and he's rather tired, so I invited him over to make him dinner and let him kick back for a little. We went for a walk along the rivers before he departed, and he was fairly excited about this mission. I know he likes what he does for me here, but sometimes I worry that the boys would have a better life if I just helped them desert all of this period. Would they be happier living like Cut and Suu? I'm not sure.

Crosshair has been sort of quiet for the past few days. He's been distant again. He'll join conversations and participate but it's like... he's on autopilot or something. Distant. Like he's waiting for everyone to leave so he can crumple again. I know he's trying, and I want to help, and I want to hang out with him, but seeing him like this breaks my heart. He looks so tired, Lili. So sick. His dark circles are terrible- and of course none of us can get in his personal space to hug him or anything. Last time he got uncomfortable with me even two feet away.

You're right, I do mourn the grandfather that I lost that I thought I had. It... has created a hole in me that I'm not sure I'll ever fill. But do you know what I mourn more? I mourn the loss of our brothers- even the ones we've been talking about. They're all different. I doubt any of us will ever be the same- and it's all my fault. I will forever be guilty for the pain I have caused, even if I truly did not know what would come of our soldiers. Their blood and the blood of the Jedi is still on my hands. I feel it every time I sleep. I wake up feeling like I am drenched in it. I don't know what to do anymore... I fear I'm losing my mind. I would have been too far gone by now, if I hadn't finally received your letter.

As always, you are my salvation.

And, as always, I love and miss you so very much. Please write back soon. Tell me more about this Zip.

V.

[obiwanobi]

Just learned that Ewan had a billy idol-punk rock phase when he was 15, so i’m imagining a teen punk Obi-Wan next to hippie Qui-Gon and them always arguing over the music in travels, Obi-Wan wearing eyeliner & wearing rings, Qui-Gon wearing high waist 70s pants.. so much chaos

(In conclusion between Yoda listening to hard metal, Dooku jazz or classical music, Qui-Gon a hippie and Obi-Wan a hardcore rock enthusiast, Anakin bubblegum 2000s pop girl bands and Ahsoka listening to 2008 emo bands this lineage is cursed)

(Also Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon sometimes agreed on several artists but he is in forever pain when Anakin never stops hummig to songs hed never EVER listen to)

(One time Anakin found a holo of 17 year old Obi-Wan drunkenly singing a song on a stage in some shady bar wearing too much eyeliner and shirtless and Qui-Gon cheering in the background -he hangs it on his bedroom wall)

YES to everything, I can absolutely see Obi-Wan entering Anakin’s room, saying “so, about that last— ” and then seeing Anakin smiling so widely with such a disturbing glee in his eyes that Obi-Wan instantly knows he’s up to something. He frowns, mentally goes through every ridiculous thing that Anakin could have done in the last two hours he left him alone, and finally follows Anakin’s eyes, which keep looking up in a very unsubtle way to the image on the wall.

No word can describe the terror he feels when he recognises his dumb and scantily clad teenage self dancing on top of a shady bar, and worse, the fact that Anakin knows and will probably never shut up about it now, harassing him to know more about the wild childhood of his poor master until Obi-Wan gives in. 

So Obi-Wan Kenobi, great Negotiator, composed Jedi Master and level-headed war General, opts for the only logical way to deal with this situation.  

Which is whispering “oh no”, immediately shutting the door on Anakin’s delighted face, and starting to run when Anakin yells gleefully in his back “I’VE MADE 100 COPIES OF THIS. 100, OBI-WAN. YOU CAN RUN NOW BUT THIS IS GOING TO FOLLOW YOU UNTIL THE DAY YOU DIE” 

#I am SO happy that I'm not the only one who get 'bubblegum pop song' vibe from anakin #like he wants to be cool and pretends he only likes country music #(even if ahsoka keeps telling him there's nothing cool about it) #but in secret he only listens to very bubbly and girly teen pop songs #(only obi-wan knows) #(because he found a poster of his favourite girl band while cleaning his room when he was 17) #(anakin still refuses to talk about it) #asks #alienfairydust

[cc-2020]

Force Translator Cody au

Hes still as force sensitive as a brick but hes been around so many jedi, Specifically Obi-wan "i have a bad feeling" Kenobi that he just, figures out what the Force is tryin to say with his cool collected strategic slut mind on his own

In short, Cody voice: the Force works in misterious ways to YOU, i get it tho

now here i am, thinking about the force talking to cody's cool collected strategic slut mind like it's the australien sea turtle in finding nemo

cody's not force-sensitive. like NOT AT ALL, not even one (1) midichlorian per million. zip nada nothing

he just meditates with obi-wan on a regular basis and ends up absorbing some force radiation that basically makes him a radio station that can tune into the force's daily commentary

it all starts on a mission where cody and obi-wan enter a really creepy cave and it's just really creepy and dark and suddenly there's this off-voice telling cody that the vibes are rancid

obi-wan then proceeds to say that the vibes feel rancid

and cody just looks at obi-wan like ??? uhm hello what the fuck and obi-wan doesn't have a single idea why his commander suddenly looks like a confused pineapple

meanwhile the force is going feral because this funky little commander apparently has the right receiving frequency to hear its ramblings while all the jedi in fact do NOT

everyone only feels the force. no one ever talks to the force. the force is bored. so of course it doesn't intend to leave cody alone e v e r

obi-wan, to cody, smiling: remember, the force will be with you. always

cody, who already listened to the force rambling about the tragedy of darth plagueis the wise for the past two hours, eye twitching:

anakin looks all mysterious and knowing while saying that there's a disturbance in the force and cody just stands right next to him, hearing the high-pitched fire siren-like screaming of the force in the background while trying to look like his eardrum didn't just get perforated

whenever cody notices that obi-wan and the other jedi aren't sleeping well because of some weird force shit, cody asks the force to keep it down for a while so that they can at least rest for a couple of hours. obi-wan is confused about the amount of sleep he gets all of the sudden

anakin wakes up and says he just had a vision. cody asks the force if anakin, in fact, just had a vision. the force says no

ahsoka, after something very weird happened: the force works in mysterious ways

the force, to cody, very disturbed: that wasn't me

everyone basically talks about the force as this ancient powerful energy field in a very earnest and serious way while cody passes the senate building and hears the force calling palpatine a nasty little apricot

#THIS IS SO GOOD ANON #i want tcw with cody hearing the force yall #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #the force #cc answers

[phoenixyfriend]

Her blood is starlight.

That’s new.

Rex has known Ahsoka for longer than he’s known anyone still alive, save for Wolffe and Boba, and brothers don’t count. She is his oldest friend. His best friend.

She’s not supposed to bleed, skilled as she is, but when she does, it should be the same red as any togruta. He’s seen her bleed. He’s had to mop it up more times than he can count, more times than he’d care to remember. It’s a darker red than his own, and a little more viscous, but it’s familiar.

She’s not supposed to bleed starlight.

“Looks like glitter,” she mumbles, half-lidded eyes trying to focus on the strange fluid that’s now coursing through her veins. “Like a whole galaxy in me.”

“Let’s keep that galaxy inside,” Rex says. He rips open a package of bandages with his teeth, and Ahsoka giggles faintly.

“Too big to be inside,” she manages, trailing the fingers of her less-injured hand through whatever the hell this is. “Too many stars for little old me.”

“Cool, too many stars, got it, still your blood,” Rex rambles, batting her hand away. “Please don’t die.”

“Mmkay,” she sighs, fingers tapping out a pattern where her hand landed on her hip, well away from the largest wound on her chest. The shimmering, inky liquid sticks and stretches like honey with each tap.

“Putting on some bacta,” he tells her. “It’s gonna sting.”

“Used to it.”

They both are.

Rex gets the bacta on, and it’s... not not working, he thinks. It traps the star-blood where it is, held by green gel, and that’s what it does with blood, too. When Rex gets the bandages on, wrapping injury after injury, nothing seeps through any more than usual.

Ahsoka brings her fingers, black and glittering, to her lips.

“Tastes like infinity,” she tells him, her eyes set on somewhere far away.

“Maybe don’t try drinking your weird new blood,” he tells her, pulling her hand away and doing his best to wipe it off. “You don’t know what’s in it.”

“Stars,” she tells him. “And the Force. And me. And the future, and the past, and Daughter, I think.”

Great, the Mortis gods are involved. Rex hates this.

“Drink me,” she croons, reaching to brush her fingers across his cheek. “You’ll get your youth back. You’ll be the age you should have, Rex’ika. The stars will save you.”

“No,” he tells her. He wonders just how much blood she’s lost. It’s not really even blood, but it can’t be good that she lost this much. “You’re not in your right mind.”

“But I don’t want you to die,” she whispers, tearing up more from that one line than she had from all her injuries. “You’re mine, Rex, let me save you.”

“Okay, we can talk about it in the morning,” he tells you. “Or whenever a doctor says you’re okay, after we get back to base.”

“But...”

“Sleep, Ahsoka,” Rex tells her. Hopefully, she’ll realize how terrifying her words are, once she’s in her right mind. “A few extra days won’t kill me.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” Ahsoka whimpers, and her hand finds his. “I’ve already lost everyone else...”

“We’ll be fine,” Rex assures her, and tries not to notice how her tears glisten far more than they should, like mercury instead of water. “Sleep.”

Hours later, Morai flutters down, and brushes her tail over Ahsoka’s montrals.

Rex has never gotten a straight answer, or an answer at all, from the maybe-god Force-personification not-bird that visits Ahsoka, but he asks anyway.

“Is this your doing?”

He doesn’t get an answer this time, either.

#Rexsoka #sw rebels #Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Rex and Ahsoka #Phoenix Talks #body horror #kinda #Morai #star wars #the clone wars #injury tw #'what the fuck is this?' you may ask #unfortunately your guess is as good as mine #one shot #ascension au

[ariainstars]

Skywalker Family, Jedi and „The Greater Good”

It was not unexpected that the 6th Episode of The Book of Boba Fett would catapult Jedi fans, MGTOW and the lovers of lonesome heroes into an Olympus of bliss, again waxing poetic about „the Jedi are wonderful people who live only for the greater good.“

In this episode Luke Skywalker is being depicted as “the perfect Jedi” who lives all by himself and has shunned all attachments, which fans see as the height of Jedi perfection and the attitude he should always have shown.

All of the enthusiasm blatantly denies or deliberately overlooks that the Jedi Order of old failed. And that Luke himself failed.

Episode 6 of TBoBF is consistent with the sequels, not with the adage „the Jedi are always right and do nothing wrong“. Jedi fans are out of their minds with joy on seeing Luke being cool and aloof as a Jedi master, overlooking the fact that this is the set-up for a disaster that will disrupt the family he had brought together and plunge the galaxy he had saved into terror once more. Luke is not being „a great Jedi“, he is literally digging his own grave; the grave where his and his family’s hopes will be buried.

I found it particularly irksome that Luke told Grogu Yoda had „a great heart“: he knew that Yoda had been on board with Obi-Wan to send him to kill his own father. And that Ahsoka chooses not to tell him she had left the Jedi Order because when she had been framed and no one among the Jedi had believed her, Yoda was her sternest accuser. Luke keeps Mando at arm’s length; Mando could have told Luke that there once was a Mandalorian who also was a Jedi, meaning that Grogu doesn’t need to choose between being one or the other.

The main reason for some fans' enthusiasm about the Jedi and their lifestyle, I collect, is their readiness to „give up attachments for the greater good”; the greater good meaning “you might find yourself in a situation where you have to let one person you love die to save thousand others you don’t know, and having given up attachments, of course a Jedi would do it”. Sounds grand and noble, doesn’t it? Oh yes, for sure. Now, let’s have a closer look at it.

Prequels

“Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi’s life.”

(Anakin Skywalker - Attack of the Clones)

It is interesting that it’s Anakin who introduces the rules of the Jedi to us, the audience, as he explains them to Padmé. Now let us have a look at the “greater good” the Jedi call their aim and purpose.

Anakin experiences the Jedi’s lack of compassion on his own skin when his mother Shmi dies in his arms, tortured to death. Not to excuse what he did: but that Anakin literally wiped out the entire village of Tusken raiders in revenge afterwards, when Shmi’s husband had told him that twenty men had already gone and tried to rescue her and only four had come back alive, among them himself who had lost his leg in the fight, goes to prove how extremely strong and capable Anakin was. There was no danger for him; the Clone Wars had not started yet; there was absolutely no reason for Obi-Wan to hold the young man back from doing an act of rescue and compassion for his own mother, except for the excuse “no attachments”. Obi-Wan is so adamant that Anakin must be forged into the perfect Jedi knight that he overlooks his own duty to compassion. He never knows what happened to the woman and he doesn’t ask. Neither does Yoda, who had felt Anakin’s suffering in the Force. Simply put, they don’t care.

In The Clone Wars, Ahsoka is at one time framed for a crime she didn’t commit, and all Jedi believe the evidence, except for Anakin who doesn’t dare to speak up against all of them. The young woman had fought by their side since she was fourteen, proving her bravery and loyalty to them over and over by risked life and limb at their command. That they didn’t even suspect for a minute that something was smelling foul a mile a minute says a lot. They are willing to sacrifice her and it’s not even quite clear what they believe they would achieve with that, except losing a valid member of their Order.

In The Clone Wars we also see Obi-Wan “sacrificing” Satine, ruler of Mandalore and the only woman he ever had a romantic interest in. The result is that her sister Bo-Katan takes over, who ultimately, though not on purpose, will cause the destruction of her whole culture and the fall of Mandalore.

Now let us move to Padmé’s fate. Not a few viewers criticize that Padmé has a relatively passive role in the Republic in Revenge of the Sith, yet this enhances that she was not important for the galaxy’s politics by then. Had Anakin „sacrificed” her, not one soul on either side of the war would have been saved. The clones had the chip in their minds which would make the execute Order 66; had Anakin not killed the Jedi at the temple, the clones would have done all the dirty work. In any case, her death would only have been a loss to him, personally, and would have saved no one.

On Mustafar, Obi-Wan willingly sacrificed Anakin, whom he had raised like a younger brother and who had repeatedly saved his life, for the sake of the galaxy. From his point of view, he was justified: Anakin had become a ruthless killer and his death would have deprived Palpatine of his long-groomed apprentice. Interestingly, though, he did not kill him but left him to burn maimed in the throes of his own sin, despair and hatred. Earlier in the movie, Anakin had put an end to Count Dooku’s miserable existence when he was kneeling handless and pleading before him; Obi-Wan doesn’t find the nerve to such an act of mercy on an already defeated man. He may be willing to make a „sacrifice for the greater good”, but he has no compassion on Anakin, else he would at least have the mercy to kill him. Palpatine picks up the ex Jedi’s miserable remainders and uses them to construct Darth Vader’s new body, trapping him in excruciating pain and self-loathing, and using him to wreak terror in the galaxy, for the next over twenty years. All of which could have been avoided through a simple act of mercy. But Obi-Wan shows no mercy, and he even has the nerve to call Anakin out that he was his brother.

Now some will argue that Anakin could have left the Order; after all, Ahsoka had left, too. But Ahsoka didn’t have the sword of Damocles “You are the Chosen One” over her head since she joined the order. Anakin felt he had a duty to them, and to the galaxy at large. The Jedi took 9-year-old Anakin away from home and raised him to become an emotionless robot. They always saw him as “flawed” and didn’t accept him as one of their own because even if he became the most skilled of them, he remained passionate and caring. Ironically, it was when he became Vader, the personification of all of their fears, that he had finally turned the emotionless robot they wanted all along.

The Jedi were convinced that after the victory of „their side“, everything would be fine. They didn’t care about the suffering they caused serving the Republic and didn’t try to put a stop to. The Chosen One was not just a bad apple; he was the best of the Jedi precisely because he was capable of compassion. The Dark Side didn’t come out of nowhere to erase the Jedi: it was in all of them. Palpatine played on their hubris and narrow-mindedness like a keyboard. He was one of them; he knew them enough to realize what strategies he had to employ to make them fall prey to his schemes.

Classics

The classic trilogy is a story about group feeling, the Leia-Luke-Han trio literally following the motto from The Three Musketeers “All for one, one for all”.

In the third instalment, where he is the central character and which is actually titled Return of the Jedi, Luke’s first act is to rescue his friend Han from Jabba’s palace. He could have died here, e.g. eaten by the rancor, and the Jedi order would have ended with him. This younger version of Luke ran the risk. He wouldn’t have left a friend in the dumps arguing that Han had to die, or at least remain frozen for all eternity, because the galaxy needed him, the Jedi, more than one single man who just so happened to be his friend whom he owed his life twice.

Let us assume that in the classic trilogy, things would have gone the Jedi way. Had Luke already been the „perfect Jedi” from the start instead of the affectionate, compassionate hothead we know, he would not have insisted on rescuing Leia in the first movie, going to Cloud City to save her and Han in the second movie, and trying to rescue and forgive his father in the third. Had he not met Vader on Bespine he would not have learned the truth about him and he would have done what his masters wanted, becoming a patricide. And then what would have happened? Palpatine would have triumphed. Having pushed the young, innocent man to such a terrible act he would have condemned him to a lifetime of self-loathing, effectively making him his new apprentice and Vader’s successor the way he had planned all along.

Why were Obi-Wan and Yoda so adamant that Luke should kill Vader, never mentioning Palpatine, who was the ruler of the tyrannic Empire? My unpopular opinion: Jedi don’t know how to face their sins and failures. That Anakin, the greatest Jedi of his time, perhaps of all times during the history of the Order, turned to the Dark Side and became the monstrous Darth Vader was the blatant proof of their failure. Had they showed him compassion just once, his own temptation and Palpatine’s lures would not have sufficed to push him over the edge. Anakin’s story is that of a human tragedy, the third movie even closely following the narrative pattern of classic Greek drama. Through the entire prequel trilogy we see over and over that his ultimate fate could have been avoided. The remaining Jedi wanted him to take the secret of their failure into his grave. Both Obi-Wan / Yoda and Palpatine did not want father and son to bond, each for their own reasons.

It is unknown why Luke chose to forego his attachments now; after all, they formed him, made him the hero he became. He is who he is due to his aunt’s and uncle’s love and protection and the friendships he made along the way, not due to any Jedi teaching. What ended the civl war in the galaxy war was the attachment between him and his father, ironically the thing both Jedi and Sith did not want to happen and fought for twenty years to prevent. That Jedi have to go without attachments is not even mentioned in the classics. And I don’t know why it’s suddenly such a big deal that the reason for Luke’s choice to isolate himself from his friends is not even explained further. He needs not to hide the way Yoda and Obi-Wan had to; the galaxy is still living trying times; but instead of doing anything, he makes frogs float (of all things).

Sequels

Sacrifice for the sake of another is a big theme across the sequel trilogy, as is whether such a sacrifice makes sense or not. In The Force Awakens Han sacrifices himself for his son, which in the end brings Ben Solo back from the Dark Side. In The Last Jedi Paige is killed at Poe’s command, which does not lead to victory since the Resistance finds out later that they were being tracked all this time. Admiral Holdo is the one who actually sacrifices herself to save her friends in a last-minute attempt, successfully. And it is her very own decision, Leia, who is in command, does not “sacrifice her” ordering to stay behind, although they are obviously friends of old. Leia sums it up with the words, “She was more interested in protecting the Light than in being a hero.”

Failure, the thing the Jedi couldn’t face, is another major theme of the sequels. After his failure, Luke finally wised up and told Rey what she needs to know about the Jedi. „Now that they’re extinct, the Jedi are romanticized, deified. But if your strip away the myth and look at their deeds, the legacy of the Jedi is failure… At the height of their powers, they allowed Darth Sidious to rise, create the Empire, and wipe them out. It was a Jedi who was responsible for the training and creation of Darth Vader.” He also took his own responsibility when he said to her, „It was I. I failed. Because I was Luke Skywalker, Jedi master, a legend.” Luke was spot on when he told Rey that the Jedi ways are wrong: they had become too extremist. He and Rey are sitting on the border of the mosaic depicting Balance for a good reason.

Ben Solo is the fulfilment of the Skywalker’s family curse; he is what Luke would have become, had things gone Palpatine’s way - a self-loathing patricide burning in hell, the way Vader was burning in his self-hatred for years. I have heard fans arguing that Luke would have done better to kill the sleeping young man. Really? Luke himself caused the disaster; the alleged right to „kill one person to save many” proved blatantly wrong. Had he not been tempted to consider murdering his nephew, nothing would have happened. Both books and comics make a point of proving that Ben had never harmed anyone before that fatal night. Luke hadn’t failed his father because at the time he still was Luke from Tatooine, leader of the Rebellion, a brother, a son, a friend. He failed his nephew because by then he was „the perfect Jedi“.

When Rey confronts him, „Is it true? Did you try to murder him? Did you create Kylo Ren?” Luke finally confesses that he went into exile oppressed by his shame. But once he has faced his failure both due to Rey’s understanding and Yoda’s encouragement, he emerges from this trial stronger than ever, ending the battle on Crait without spilling a drop of blood. His terrible experience on Bespine, when he had learned that Vader was his father, had also been a trial he underwent with his sister’s assistance, resulting in making him much stronger and wiser.

Thereby, Luke shows us twice in the saga that true hero is who conquers his own fears and accepts his own failures, not who „kills the bad guys”. We have never seen a Jedi facing and accepting his inadequacies, emerging stronger and wiser than before. Luke still is the greatest hero of the saga, the last and strongest of the Jedi, like a candle flickering up brightly before it burns out, because he finds the moral courage to face himself. And he finds it not when he’s alone, but when others are there to support him.

The Mandalorian / The Book of Boba Fett

In Episode 5 of The Book of Boba Fett Mando is obviously out of balance, a perfect foil to Luke in the following episode. Set in a slaughterhouse of all places, the episode shows him for the first time killing without necessity, cruelly too.

Mando no longer is the man he was. Every change that happened to him is closely linked with Grogu. They bonded and are now like father and child; his covert was wiped out due to the chase for the child; his personality has changed due to their connection; he is seen as an apostate because he removed his helmet needing to do so to find Grogu; and he won the Darksaber, which makes him ruler of Mandalore, on a rescue mission for him.

Mando is much worse off than before. Bonding with Grogu has made him more emotional, and now that he has to do without him, he is callous.

But before that, we witnessed him finding friends, protecting, negotiating (even with the Tusken), bringing people together. He was, though not consciously, growing into the role of ruler. Without Grogu he would not be tempted to give in to his worst side, like when he commits manslaughter, but he also would not be the man he is now, a father and a future ruler. He’s outbalanced because the creature he did it all for is no longer there; despite all he has learned in the meantime, he has no purpose. It is only on finding Grogu again in Episode 7 that he finds his purpose and inner balance again. So, if they stay together now, I daresay they will both have the chance to mature together into two personalities who will not be thrown off balance by loss, or fear thereof.

Like Anakin, Luke and Ben, Mando is a man who thrives on his attachments. He had the moral strength to let Grogu go away with Luke, and the child chose to be with him instead. Mando was mature enough to let go, even if it made him unhappy. He is already proving that he’s learning to go his own way, instead of following the Mandalorian „Way” he was taught since he was a child; and Grogu has turned his back on becoming a Jedi, too, not only because he loves Mando but because he needs to learn his own lessons. Which is why I suspect that the Jedi order will start anew through him, not through Luke.

(By the way, Luke had killed a rancor, Grogu tamed it. He is already stronger than Luke, he was taught at the Jedi temple for years, and he is older than Luke technically. So also from that point of view, I believe he made the right choice.)

Conclusions

Jedi and Jedi fans like to pride themselves on „leaving it to the will of the Force” to claim that killing or letting die people who have literally done nothing wrong is perfectly justifiable and even noble if it’s for some vague Greater Good.

1. This makes sense only on the assumption that Jedi are essentially soldiers. Being connected to the Force, Jedi ought to be spiritual beings offering emotional solace and bringing balance. That it is their job to fight is logical from the standpoint of the action film viewer who expects that peace is only possible once all the bad guys are dead; but looking both at the contents and contexts of the saga, this is never the message it conveys. The Jedi fight and fight on for years, lose the war and die almost all; the last of them, Luke, finally puts a stop to the war by throwing his weapon away.

2. No one has the right to decide to sacrifice someone else „for the greater good”. Even in case such a situation would arise, the single person themselves ought to make the sacrifice; it is not for the Jedi or another alleged „hero” to make such a terrible choice. The person who might „have to die for the sake of others” most probably wants to live on, they also have people they care for. How would you feel if someone would tell you that they’re sacrificing you, never minding your needs, your will to live, pretending that it’s for the greater good? If anyone ought to decide such a sacrifice, it should be the victim, not some self-imposed judge who happens to be a Jedi. This is hypocrisy at its best. The Jedi believed that the end would justify the means, but it doesn’t. It is never justifiable when someone is making a choice of life and death not for himself but for others.

3. What would happen with a persons’ conscience after such a choice? Decide that one person must die to save a hundred today, tomorrow you will decide that a hundred must die to save a thousand. And every time you care less, it just goes on and on.

4. It is improbable that someone might have to make such a choice at all. Star Wars is not like a James Bond or Marvel movie where the archvillain may torture the hero with such a kind of impasse. Please tell me a convincing scenario, in Star Wars or in real life. How high is the probability? And even if it happened, then once in a blue moon. It makes no sense to center your whole way of life on the chance that you might have to make such an improbable, cruel and self-righteous choice.

5. If a person is sacrificed, no one knows what that entails. 1 to 1000 is just a number. The single person who got killed may have been pivotal to do something important for the sake of many (see Ahsoka, Padmé, Satine).

Sacrificing others has never done any good within the course of the entire saga, on the contrary. It is not the message or morals Star Wars wants to convey.

In the late 18th century many people in France admired Maximilien de Robespierre because he had sent some of his best friends to the guillotine when he suspected them of not being Republican enough. The result? He ended on the guillotine himself, Napoleon took over and France became a monarchy again. It finally became a republic only a century and three more revolutions later.

Being a Jedi Ought to Mean Compassion – Not Sacrifice

The Jedi showed no compassion when they should have, never in both the entire prequel trilogy or the classics. Luke did when he should have (with his father) and saved the galaxy; at one time he didn’t (with his nephew) and everything went downhill.

The fate of the Jedi of old is a cautionary tale. When you unlearn caring for the individual, in time you unlearn caring for anyone.

Star Wars is not the story of the selfless Jedi heroes, it’s an ode to the power of love. Anakin fell due to possessive attachment; it was a compassionate attachment that redeemed him. Kylo was possessive towards Rey, too (he literally kidnapped and kept her bound at first); by the third movie he had become compassionate towards her, to the point of giving her his life force, which was what redeemed him also. Both had been taken away from home and told to suppress their emotions at age ten, before their personalities were fully formed, contrarily to Leia and Luke who both were adults, and also contrarily to the Jedi of old, who joined the order in infancy. No wonder that in both cases, the result was a stunted emotional development which pushed both of them over the edge in a moment when they felt so isolated and terrified that turning to their Dark Side manipulator seemed to be the only way out. The Jedi’s first duty ought to give people spiritual strength; as a priest order, they ought to teach people to put their trust in the Force. Anakin Skywalker and Ben Solo both fell to their darkest instincts when they lost faith in the people they had most trusted.

Darth Vader redeemed himself sacrificing himself for the sake of his son. His sacrifice was not the act of a Jedi, nor of a Sith; it was the choice of a father. Luke, too, died to save his sister and the Resistance. His nephew died to save the girl he loved. No Jedi - Yoda, Obi-Wan, Mace Windu, you name them - ever considered dying themselves in order to save either 1 or 1000 persons, whether they cared for them or not. They would have sacrificed anyone but themselves, and ironically, not so much out of self-preservation or fear. Raised from earliest childhood not to love anyone and not to have any possessions or lives outside the temple, the Jedi clung to their „values” and would literally sacrifice everything to make them survive because they had nothing else.

This is not to say that Obi-Wan, Yoda, Mace Windu etc. were bad people; there is a difference between bad intentions and bad attitude, and that the saga is so full of grey zones is one of the facts that makes it so compelling. I am sure the Jedi did not actively want anyone to suffer or die, nor were they after power like Palpatine, or wealth like Jabba and other crime lords. But the rule of non-attachment had made them uncaring either this way or the other. Anakin, who had been raised by his mother to be compassionate, is seen as an inferior creature who needs to be reined in both by Jedi and their fans, despite the fact that he is the strongest of all of them. None of them seems to consider that his compassionate nature actually was his strength, not a weakness.

That a „true hero” and a „real man” ought to be tough and detached is only a cliché. It’s very far from the family story, based upon compassion and belonging, which the Star Wars saga actually tells. It was bad enough as long as I only was in contact with fans who value coolness above everything in a hero and find all sorts of stuff to criticize within the saga as soon as there is one glimpse of emotion showing; but this idea that “no attachments” is a great thing because it gives you the right to decide whom you are allowed to kill is not only annoying, it’s downright dangerous.

This is not to criticize someone’s personal life choices. If someone wants to be a person who dedicates his life entirely to others (or admires people who do, or seem to do so), and if for that reason comes to the conclusion that living without attachments is the right thing, fine. But I find it disturbing to assume that a person’s life choice of choosing not to care about their fellowmen gives someone the right to decide who is worthy of living, and who isn’t. Star Wars tells the story of one man who fell due to possessive attachment; also, how he fell after he had resisted the Dark Side many times. By contrast, the saga tells of many instances where someone does not fall to the Dark Side due to attachments but on the contrary, is saved by them. Star Wars never wanted to convey the message that emotional detachment is a virtue and gives a person the right to choose whom to kill and whom to let live, whether they’re Jedi or not.

The two remaining Jedi after the rise of the Empire waited until Luke would be grown enough to do the dirty work for them. Obi-Wan let himself be killed by Darth Vader before Luke’s eyes knowing that this would trigger the young man’s loathing against the guy who killed his mentor. His „sacrifice” was the set-up to push his naïve pupil to commit patricide. Although Obi-Wan and Yoda showed a lot of cruelty in both trilogies, interestingly they both have no redemption arc; even Luke has one in the sequels. This is not because they didn’t need it, but because they never showed the compassion that would have been necessary for them to make their sins forgivable.

Jedi are allegedly strong believers, yet they believe in anything but love. The entire Skywalker saga is about love; the family tragedy was ended by three men being willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of another (all three generations of Skywalker men did, and Han Solo did, too). The concept that attachments are toxic and are therefore to be avoided at all costs is exactly what cost the Jedi their existence on the long run; and admiring it blindly is a slap in the face of everything the entire saga has wanted to convey for entire decades. The Jedi may be wise in the theories of the Force, but their whole behavior and what follows from it shows that they are rotten at practice. They did not deserve to be wiped out. Their mentality did.

„Sure, there are also larger themes like what makes someone a hero, what is friendship, and what makes people sacrifice themselves for something larger, but really, it’s about compassion, and loving people. It’s still... you know... basically [just] don’t kill people, and be compassionate,” Lucas said in an interview with Charlie Rose at the Chicago Ideas Festival 2014. „Love people. That’s basically all ‘Star Wars’ is.”

The Force Doesn't Need the Jedi, it Needs Balance

Anakin brought Balance to the Force not by destroying the Sith but by fathering the children who would bring hope to the galaxy again, years later, and he fathered them with a young woman he had loved from the first moment he saw her.

The Jedi were not in balance for centuries. Yoda perhaps taught non-attachment because being so old he saw many people die, so it was better (for him) not to get attached. Luke tried to emulate him and as a result the good, compassionate young idealist he once was in time also lost balance.

Luke’s greatest strength always was that he was not like the other Jedi but first and foremost himself. Obi-Wan all but killed Anakin, whom he had raised and who had repeatedly saved his life, and left him to a lifetime of torture because he believed it was the Jedi thing to do. It was not the good thing to do because it set the seal on the dark fate of the galaxy right when Padmé was about to convince her husband to go away with her. Luke forgiving Anakin although until then his father had done nothing for him, and, on the contrary, had terrorized him and his friends repeatedly, was not the Jedi thing but the right thing to do, and subsequently led to many years of peace.

The Skywalker family are not Jedi at heart, as the name says, they’re pilots. Becoming a Jedi made every one of them unhappy on the long run. When we first meet them, Anakin and Luke are good-hearted and idealistic; in old age both are alone, cynical, disillusioned. Rey’s choice of becoming a Jedi also made the brave, compassionate girl from Jakku haughty and convinced that she had a right to “win” no matter what. The three trilogies are called the Skywalker saga for a reason: it's about them, not about „The All-Wise Galaxy-Saving Jedi Superheroes”.

The Last Jedi strongly hinted at the topic of Balance, showing that both Sides (personified by Ben Solo and Rey) are unstoppable if they work together.

The Jedi’s greatest flaw was believing that they, and they alone, were the agents of the Force, and that consequently it was their right to decide what the Force wants. The saga has never told its viewers that the Force is some kind of superpower belonging solely to the Jedi, but that it is a living energy that has its own will. Luke’s first lesson to Rey in The Last Jedi is, „The Force does not belong to the Jedi.”

When we first met the Jedi, it was said that according to the prophecy the Chosen One would bring Balance, meaning that with the Jedi in charge, balance was not there. Interestingly, we never even hear them wonder what “balance” would actually mean. Despite all their „noble intentions” and their "sacrifices for the greater good", the Jedi in the end left the galaxy in the hands of the worst tyrant it had ever known.

Would this have happened if they really had done what the Force wants?

I’m leaving that to whoever reads this meta.

P.S. Be respectful in your comments. Don’t accuse me of „hating on your heroes“, and I won’t reply that anyone’s alleged right to “decide over other people’s life and death” is a) a delusion of grandeur and b) a highly dangerous, toxic attitude. Thank you in advance. Have a nice day.

#sw #star wars #meta #read more #jedi order #the force #anakin skywalker #darth vader #luke skywalker #the mandalorian #mando #grogu #padme amidala #shmi skywalker #palpatine #ben solo #kylo ren #han solo #balance #star wars prequels #star wars classics #star wars sequels #the book of boba fett #tbobf 1x06 #tbobf 1x05 #tbobf 1x07 #obi-wan kenobi #yoda #ahsoka tano #rey

[tragedy-for-sale]

Dance With the Devil

Tech losing his cool while protecting Omega? Yes please. (Gore/violence TW).

It was the day Omega realized, the day she truly understood, that her family, that Tech, was capable of a great violence.

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Mercenaries. They wanted to jump them. But Tech was prepared when they cornered him and Omega in an ally. While Omega hid behind him, Tech fixed his hair as he put on his helmet. "Before we start, does anyone want to leave?" He asked walking forward, he looked around, none of them moved. One against five. "Ah, very well." Tech sighed. He slumped his shoulders but then, in a swift motion, he high-kicked one of them in the jaw, the other four started closing in.

"Tech!" Omega cried out when one of the four punched Tech, sending him tumbling back. She let out a cry as he fell to the ground and the group turned to her. Her instinct was to run, but not without Tech. Luckily, as one of them reached for Omega, and as she ducked, Tech's helmet flew at them. Tech was back on his feet and he was running at the group, jumping on the back of the tallest one, who Tech quickly sent to the ground by choking him with his thighs. Once that man was on the ground, he gave Omega a small smile, as if he was trying to tell her everything was okay. But nothing about this was okay.

He then tuned back into the fight. He ran up to the third one, ducking to dodge a punch. Tech jerked up then head butted the man, slamming so hard his own head shook and there was a crack. His goggles. Tech let a grin take his face as he laughed. Oh, what an evil laugh that was. "Pathetic." He whispered as that man went down. He turned around, ready for the last two. He wiped the blood from his nose away with his thumb before running towards the next one. Even while dizzy, he was precise. He high-kicked another one, sending them to the ground.

As he landed back on his feet, the last mercenary was throwing a punch. Tech saw the fist out of the corner of his eye, he turned and caught the man's arm, "That's a no-no." Tech shook his head before twisting the man's wrist, not stopping until the man let out a cry. Not smiling until he heard those cries.

Tech let go, then grabbed the man by their neck, lifting them up, "Don't try that again." He hissed, walking away from Omega and towards the wall of the building, to which Tech then threw the man at. The man, looked up at Tech, who already had his gun in his hand, he then pointed it directly at the man.

Omega's eyes went wide, she was going to protest, but she couldn't distract Tech, he could get hurt. So she watched painfully as Tech took aim, and pulled the trigger. The man went unconscious, the blaster was on stun.

Tech still had a scowl on his face as he put his blaster away and walked back towards Omega, grabbing her arm tightly. "I thought you were going to kill him." Omega whispered as she tried to keep up with Tech. She never realized how strong Tech really was until she realized the grip he had on her arm hurt.

"He was going to kill you." Tech answered, that sharpness still in his voice. "Come, child," He said. Which Omega knew meant be quiet.

As they walked, his grip softened and soon enough, they walked hand in hand. A little after that, Tech bought her an ice cream cone. Soon enough, Tech was back to how he usually was, it was as if the man who fought all those men wasn't the man walking next to her. She felt a little uncertain, looking around for another Tech, perhaps slipping into the shadows. But no. It had been the same Tech.

She looked up, he had that soft smile, one she could trust. Not like the one he wore while fighting those men. She shuddered at the thought. "Are you cold?" Tech looked down, she took note of how he spoke too, he spoke softly. Omega knew she wasn't supposed to hear Tech say, 'Pathetic.' But she had, and it hadn't left her mind. Never had he spoken in that tone. "-We need to get you a jacket." Tech stated, looking up, he would buy one for her now.

"Oh, no, I'm not cold." Omega shook her head, "I wanna go home." She said. Tech nodded, smiling down at her. Omega tried to smile back, she didn't know why she found it so hard. She'd seen them fight countless times, she herself had fought with them. But she had been taken so off guard, she never really considered their individual fighting styles. She never thought about what it took, to come out victorious.

"Oh, yes, that is where we are headed." Tech nodded, looking back up. Omega nodded and followed him. When they were back on Havoc, she watched them all. She gave a Wrecker a hug, a memory flashing in her mind, Wrecker throwing Tech at the wall, just as Tech had with one of those men. She remembered how effortless it looked, with Tech in Wrecker's hand and that man in Tech's. She pulled herself into a hug.

"You okay?" Echo sat next to Omega, putting his arm around her. Omega rested against him. She didn't dare look at him in the eye. She nodded, but it was obvious she was lying.

Omega then sat up, turning and whispering, "Are you a shadow too?" She watched Echo's face drop, mainly to one of confusion, he then cracked a smile. Omega was getting tired of reassuring smiles, those smiles only appeared when they were trying to hide something.

"A shadow? Omega, what are you talking about?" Echo asked. Omega looked down, then gestured towards Tech. Echo looked, trying to piece it together, but he was not a mind reader. "I'm a little lost," He whispered, this seemed like a conversation meant for whispers. That was another thing Omega hated, why did they whisper?

"Tech." She whispered back, maybe she did know why they whispered. This is where Echo's face truly fell to one of confusion. He then looked over to Tech again, scanning and noting his cracked glasses.

"Oh," He said, "Tech was saying you ran into some trouble." Echo thought out loud. He looked to Omega, but this time, he didn't smile, he only frowned. "I'm sorry, I guess that was pretty scary, huh?"

Omega's head shot up, she was going to protest but then her shoulders slumped, she was embarrassed. "It wasn't the bad guys who scared me." She mumbled, hugging Echo to hide her face.

"I see." Echo muttered, hugging her back. He looked to Tech again, he did have a side to him that, at times, made him unrecognizable. Echo knew better than to question it, wars leave scars, and sometimes, open wounds too. Echo looked down to Omega, he remembered a conversation, long ago, Ahsoka in Fives' arms. The first time Anakin struck fear in the hearts of more than just their enemy. "He's still the same person." Echo whispered, hearing his brother's voice.

"You promise?" Omega looked up, when Echo looked down, he only frowned, remembering where he was. He then nodded, "... Is that the part he hides? Like the way you walk in the back so we don't notice when you stop?" When you stop because you're in pain.

Echo's eyes went wide, "Y-yeah, I guess it is." He sighed, rubbing her back, "Adults do that a lot, sweetie," was all he could say. Omega figured he'd be grateful if she stopped talking. So she nodded and relaxed in Echo's arms. As she laid there, she looked over to Tech, narrowing her eyes as she tried to see his shadow slipping away. His shadow was the real him, not the man in front of them, no, the real Tech, she knew wasn't kind. They only hid the parts of themselves they don't like, 'cause it's the part that defines them the most. So, Tech wasn't that one who was laughing and making fun of Hunter. The real Tech, Omega decided,

Was the man who smiled at the sight of blood

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#I'm running off nothing #please forgive me #I forced myself to finish this #I was thinking very hard #also Omega is literally gonna be so traumatized #like she lucky she got a loving disfunctional family #cause all that shit on a daily basis is wack #like go be farmers you fuckers #raise your kid #clones #star wars #clone wars #tcw #sw #bad batch #the bad batch #tech #Omega #Echo #God I love Echo #I have so many fics I wanna write about him #why don't I do that

[transmalewife]

You mentioned disliking the Clovis arc before. I agree completely, but can I ask why you had an issue with it?

well I haven't seen it in a while but mostly because it's. bad? like most of tcw is a bit all over the place and pointless, but some arcs stand out for not only being pointless but actually detrimental to canon. like i love ahsoka but tcw is a fucking terrible show, with brief moments of genius burried under an entire swamp of filler. and i can excuse that, the hideous style, the horrible unimaginative costumes, the shallow overarching plot and happily watch it as a mediocre kids show to get more ahsoka, ugly padme and ooc anakin, but even i have my limits.

So like i've talked before about how i hate tcw changing anakin's characterization to be more of a typical macho action sci-fi/fantasy rugged hero, most likely as a direct cowardly fan service response to the reaction to anakin in the prequels. (I have to add that part of that is again, kids show, everyone is speaking in cool one liners, overpowered, and doing stuff meant to make every 8 year old boy watching piss himself in glee and demand a toy lightsaber. But there are kids shows with fucking amazing stories. atla is imo one of the best written stories on tv period, not just in terms of cartoons. tcw is.... not that). and the clovis arc is basically the nail of the cofin of both anakin's and padme's characters.

with my friends we used to say the tcw made padme into The Woman and she really is nothing else here. In tpm and aotc padme is rushing into danger with a blaster. she's shown to be more competent than the jedi at times, including when it comes to combat, and even though it's usually played for a joke, its still an integral part of who she is. she will get out of a situation if she needs to. she's 3 steps ahead politically and physically. She will solve a problem if needs be. in fact, as terrible as the clone wars movie was, one thing it got right, is padme going after a hutt with nothing but a blaster to save anakin. in the show, padme is a damsel in distress, and rarely anything more. even though she sometimes tries to deal with it herself, the narrative keeps putting her into that role, and having anakin (or Ahsoka) rescue her. padme planned and won a battle at 14. she took the lead when they were infiltrating geonosis, and it was her idea in the first place. later she fell out of that ship and immediately took command of the first soldier she could find. she tried to shoot dooku's ship down with a blaster for fucks sake. she's reckless, she's violent, she's smart and strategic, she's in charge.

Anakin knows that, and that's why he loves her. their relationship is actually a really interesting reversal of many typical heterosexual ideas of romance. He's younger, less worldly, more emotional. an awkward teen crushing on someone far out of his league. it's basically self insert one direction fanfic come true for him. Padme's rich and powerful. his love for her is his main drive. and that love always presents in following her lead. fucks sake he flirts with her by saying hey wouldn't it be cool if you were a dictator? you're so smart i think you should rule the galaxy. because i could make that happen if you want.

she tells him no when he kisses her, and he accepts it. he asks again, literally crying, in the fireplace scene, and then accepts her final answer as no and drops it. he's surprised and confused when she kisses him on geonosis. He's not possesive. remember, the possesive love is bad vs compassion unconditional love is good is not jedi dogma, its a pickup line from anakin. but even then, his love for padme is unconditional. he loves her even when she doesnt want him. he loves her even when he doesnt see her for a decade. is it childish, unrealistic, and fucked up in its own way? yes. but its not possesive in the "If i can't have you, no one can" way. its not jealous. in fact, anakin isn't really a jealous person in the prequels. he doesn't have any problems with owen being Shmi's stepson

now, the problem is, none of that is half as clear in the actual source material. star wars is a mess, with massive tone problems. like to get any of these you have to fight the irresistible cringe and power through i like sand, through jar jar, through so much bullshit, but it is there. and boy are those tone problems glaring in tcw. star wars deals with some incredibly dark shit. slavery, death, war, grief. and by deals with, i mean doesn't deal with them at all, just brings them up and never really explores them. and tcw could have been the perfect solution to that. they finally had the time to actually explore it. and instead they gave us a 4 fucking episode arc of droids dicking about on a planet with a tiny alien general. 4 fucking episodes. i will never get over that. half a million dollars per episode and they did that with it.

you can make a good kids show that deals with war and death, still has comedic moments for the babies watching, and actually introduces them gently to the topics at hand. again, atla. you have to show the characters being hurt and affected by the tragedy. you have to take a break once in a while and use the filler episodes to let the charaters breathe and process. you can't be so scared of the trauma you've written that your filler just doesn't have the main characters in it at all. what tcw seemingly did is went ok what are the prequels about. war, death, slavery, anakin going bad. ok. now, what do kids like? cool weapons, quips and silly bullshit. tcw actually betrays a really mean approach to it's audience in how bad it is at times. it tries to mascarade its incompetent writing under "its for kids anyway, it doesnt need to be smart".

aaanyway, circling back finally. one thing the prequels did not have, one complicated topic they did not have to introduce if they knew they couldn't write it gracefully, is sexual harrassment. they didn't have to. they chose to include it. it was unnecessary and in poor taste.

in an ideal world, where tcw is good, consistent with padme's and anakin's characterization, and actually deals with the shit it brings up, i can see the basic premise working. a show in which padme doesn't need rescuing in every other episode she's in could have made a point about how uniquely violating sexual harrasment is by making padme freeze up and need help. it could have made anakin give into his darker instincts and beat a sleazebag half to death. but then it made him actually evil and working with dooku, so he deserved it anyway its fine. and then at the end he dies so padme and anakin can be happy together and its never fucking adressed again that she broke up with anakin. because surely once the other man is dead The Woman must want to fuck the only other alternative again. its fine.

anakin has loved padme since he was 9. he risked his entire life's work, his dream of being a jedi to marry her. then she breaks up with him. devastating, right? worth exploring, right? ooooh noooo we wrote an emotion, men don't have those except anger, quick, quick, let's cut to 2 episodes of jar jar dicking about in a cult.

it also cheapens a lot of rots imo. It takes away from the confrontation on mustafar if Padme's been afraid of anakin before. it takes away from the earth shattering impact of her finally having to face the consequences of marrying a mass murderer. it also takes away from the absurdity of anakin in the throes of madness and palpatine-induced delusion accusing her of choosing obi wan over him. it takes away from the denial both padme and obi wan were living in to ignore the signs of anakin getting worse as the war goes on, if the signs were that obvious. season 6 does that a lot, by reavealing pretty much every part of the conspiracy and just having them not fucking deal with it, because there's no ahsoka and they ran out of ideas so let's just remind people the plot of rots. it also takes away from itself, if the point its trying to make is anakin is excessively jealous, its a bit fucking stupid to do it with a character who's already put padme's life at risk.

i would have been a lot harsher if you'd asked me a year ago, probably bc i haven't seen it in a while and dont remember how shit it is, but there are things i like about it. anakin's slow descent into darkness, that was done much better with subtle character beats in season 7. padme drinking wine and going to shows (opera? I think) like the clueless aristocrat she is, while people die, that i really wish had been explored more than that hideous scene when she finally remembers her servant is a person with a family. and thats already me being generous because i dont think that was ever intentional.

anyway, tldr. it gratuitously uses sexual harrasment as a plot device without actually exploring it, it shits on padme and anakin's characters and the plot of rots, and it perfectly encapsulates everything bad about tcw.

thankfully tcw has enough blatant inconsistencies with the pt that i can just pick and choose what is canon and what isnt so. clovis arc is but a bad dream jar jar had in that cave next episode.

#not rereading this stream of consciousness baby. i was gonna just say its bad but ive missed writing sprawling star wars meta #besides if you're asking me you knew it was gonna be this long #clovis arc #star wars #star wars meta #anakin skywalker #mine. #ask #anon

[ohmsjedi]

𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘦 𝘎𝘰

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘧𝘦 𝘹 𝘎𝘕 𝘑𝘦𝘥𝘪!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Summary: Jedi padawan reader experiences the events before and after Order 66.  

Warnings: Angst, violence, death, injury. 

Word Count: 6,296

Today was no different from the others, but on this specific occasion you felt off. The lack luster of pride, confidence, and tranquility was no doubt obvious to the legion. You were just unable to correspond or focus normally as per usual.

You stood and observed the planet Cato Neimodia from the docking station. Soldiers were scattered around tending to transport ships and various other Z-95 Starfighters that needed more modifications before departure.

The whole reason to you feeling this way was because this was your last mission with the men, alongside master Plo. Your future afterwards would lye in the hands of the Jedi council.

You begged the stars that the Jedi council wouldn’t screw you over. Then again, anything is possible. Whether it be good or bad, there’s always an outcome to everything.

The sounds of beeps caused you to look away from the planet. Tilting your head down, your astromech droid, EV-9E, circled around you, making noises to get your attention. You smiled down at the chipped grey and white droid, then squatted down to be eye level with it.

“What took you so long?” You curiously asked the droid as it made unamused beeps. You placed a hand on its dome, and raised an eyebrow as the droid continued to make unsatisfied noises. EV then opened up one of its compartments where your hand was placed, causing you to retract your hand away. The droid broke out into even more angry beeps.

"I know, I know, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. I can’t bring you on this mission and that’s final" the droid wheeled back and twisted its head around, even teetering from one leg to the other, almost like a youngling having a temper tantrum.

"You've been around Artoo too much" you joked. EV stopped and wheeled up to you with a bit of force and bumped into your knees, nearly knocking you off your feet. You haltered the droid by putting your hand up in front of you and glared at it.

"Fine fine" you readjusted your position, now in a kneeling stance "You can prepare my ship-” EV started to beep happily “but I'm not promising that I'll need it" you gave EV a pointed look. EV ignored your words and continued to beep happily as it turned away from you and headed straight to the sector where your ship resided untouched.

"Blasted droids never’ listen" you rolled your eyes at the gruff voice and stood up from the ground, turning your whole body around, now facing an unhelmeted Wolffe.

"Not to you of course" you quipped, folding your arms and cocking your head to the side "I take it you're still not over the whole fiasco with Artoo and 3PO" you teased as you gave Wolffe a sly smile.

Wolffe scoffed and took his helmet from his right arm and switched it to his left. Keeping his eyes focused on the ground, he pushed his slightly cupped right hand towards you. You moved closer to him, eyeing the object in his hand curiously, he shook his hand a little, a sign to take it. With delicate fingers, you took the now obvious rounded pendant into your hand, the chain dangling down and grazing the back of your hand softly. 

Carefully, you untangled the chain and held it up in front of you, the chain swayed, and gleamed from the lights above. Your eyes softened, you rested the pendent in your hand, bringing it closer to your face for further inspection. The pendant had a small engrave of what you assumed looked similar to the packs logo. Your finger lightly traced over the engraved markings, the small pendent feeling cool underneath your fingertip.  

"An elderly native gave it to me as a thank you gift for helping them recover most of their belongings of what they presumed was lost during our relief mission." you looked away from the pendent and looked at Wolffe "They said it was made out of beskar, and recommended I gift it to someone who was worthy of having it" Wolffe met your eyes, and you smiled at him. For a moment, you felt like the luckiest person to coexist, then that quickly subsided. Your face faltered, having the mindset of being unworthy of a gift from him, especially something as rare as beskar. 

“It’s beautiful Wolffe...but I just can’t-”

“Cyare this gift is meant for you and only you” Wolffe froze, his eyes widening a little from the small slip up. He blinked a couple of times before clearing his throat “What I mean is...this is a gift of gratitude, from me to you. Take it as a thank you for allowing me to serve alongside you”

You opened your mouth before closing it, Wolffe gave you a sincere and honest look. You nodded and graced a small grin on your face.

“Thank you for this, and it was an honor serving alongside you” Wolffe felt his heart ache, feeling as everything was coming to an end so soon. 

Originally, he wasn’t planning on gifting the necklace to you this early on. A unsure master Plo had mentioned to him that you would take a separate ship to meet with master Yoda on Kashyyyk after fending off the separatists on Cato Neimodia.

Once Wolffe received this information, he had no other choice but to force himself to give you the necklace on short notice. He was just worried that he wouldn’t have another opportunity like this to give it to you.

“Wolffe I have to ask you something“ Wolffes brows raised at you, he examined your face noticing how you seemed hesitant. You fiddled with the necklace in your hand, now starting to feel anxious.

“That is?” He drawled as he gripped onto his helmet tighter. 

Confrontation was never your thing, out in battle it was different. Being faced to face with someone alone and away from prying eyes was more of a nerve wrecking experience then expected.

“I was curious about-“ The call of both of your names caused you both to turn your heads towards the direction of the recipient. Plo made his way across the hanger as he looked between the two of you. Wolffe was quick to stand at attention, fixing his posture and clutching onto his bucket.

Plo stopped in front of you both.

“Commander Wolffe, I would like you to begin boarding protocols to your men”

“Yes general” Wolffe placed his helmet on top of his head and made way towards his comrades that were wondering around. Your eyes followed Wolffes retreating figure, then soon you looked back towards your Master.

“Nervous I sense” Plo held his hands behind him as he continued to take in your force signature. 

“Just a little, but I’ll get over it” you shrugged and gazed down at the chain that was peaking out of your hand.

“No need to torture yourself with your worries of the Jedi councils decision. I for one know that you’ll make a fine Jedi knight” You bit the inside of your cheek and held onto the necklace a little bit tighter.

“But if they were to disagree, I’ll be sure to reconcile and talk with the Jedi masters in hopes of making them reconsider their choices, which I doubt is something I’ll have to do.” You nodded and kept your head low.

“Rest assure you’ll be just fine. Then again, if you can’t get over your nerves by the time you reach the bridge, just stick with the pack and if you have to, hold position till you feel okay, then do so” You took Plos words into consideration before mumbling a ‘yes master’.

“May I?” Plo pointed towards the Beskar necklace in your hand, you nodded and carefully handed it to him and turned around. Plo unclasped the chain and carefully placed it around your neck, in just a few seconds the hook was successfully secured into the eye clasp. He then let the ends go and backed a few steps away from you. You turned back around and thanked him.

“I’m surprised that you were able to do it so fast”

“Well, I did come to know two younglings who were very infatuated with necklaces during their youth” Plo grinned to himself, remembering both a young you and a young Ahsoka.

Plos comm link went off signaling that it was almost time to depart from the Venators hangar. Plo looked at you one last time and gave you a small nod.

“I trust you that the center bridge will be secured by the time we’ve finished off the separatists fleet?” Plo raised his brow bones up at you

“Yes master, we will be sure to secure the bridge and escort any remaining citizens to safety” you fixed your posture, now feeling a bit more confident than you originally were. Plo rested a hand on your shoulder.

“Good luck y/n, I’ll see you on the grounds before you know it.” Plo retracted his hand away from your shoulder “Be sure to watch out for the men” Plo turned around and walked the opposite direction to where the fleet and his ship were.

You brought up your hand and took the pendent in between your thumb and pointer finger, feeling the engraved logo. You looked over towards master Plo one last time before turning around and heading towards the LA/AT ships.

From a distance Boost eyes followed your walking figure, he turned his head to Wolffe who kept his head down.

“You didn’t tell them...did you?” Even if Wolffe couldn’t see Boost's face, he knew his vod was a bit disappointed.

“No...I didn’t. I just couldn’t bring myself to confess the way I originally planned to.” Wolffe said in a hushed tone. Sinker patted Wolffes back, providing a bit of comfort for his commander. 

“It’s alright vod, you’ll get your chance another time” Wolffe sighed and clenched his fists as he adjusted his posture. 

As you got closer to them, Wolffe was quick to move towards the LA/AT. Boost and Sinker shook their heads as they watched a retreating and irritated Wolffe bored the ship. Once you arrived, they were all quick to greet you while boarding alongside them.

You watched as the fleet took their departure, you blindly reached up and grabbed a hold of the handle bar. The ships blast doors closed slowly, the red emergency lights turned on, casting a red hue inside. You stared at the ship's door, it was too quiet for your liking. Only the sounds of your rapid heartbeat thrumming and a few feet scuffing on the ground.

Oh how you disliked these moments where everything felt so tense and the air seemed so thin. It was always you who started small talk with your comrades before and during transportation. But you couldn’t bring yourself to it.

You were just a mess.

The small rocking of the transport ship signaled that you were taking off. You clutched the handle a bit tighter to prevent yourself from losing balance, but also a way to keep you mentally grounded.

***

Entering into the Cato Neimodias atmosphere was a rough start. Explosions caused the ship to have minor turbulence, you all stumbled and clung onto the handles, even grabbing onto one another’s shoulder for balance. You quickly let go of the handle and latched onto the side of the ship next to the blast door. 

The door you were next to slid open, you squinted your eyes from the reveal of the harsh lighting. Once your eyes adjusted, you poked your head out, observing as launched missiles had either bypassed transport ships or exploded mid-air.

One particular missile headed straight towards one of the transport ships, reaching your hand out, you made the missile take a detour before it could strike down the LA/AT.

The closer you got to the surface, various Starfighters and separatist ships had zoomed past. As soon as the center bridge's ground was in view you turned your head and signaled to Wolffe with a simple finger gesture, he nodded and grabbed hold of his pistols while the others adjusted their blasters.

You moved closer to the opening, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Adrenaline pumped full speed through your veins, your heart beating at an unnatural rate. With one last final examination of the battle below, you quickly jumped out of the ship and landed elegantly on your feet. 

Before any of the droids could turn around, you slashed through them with your blue lightsaber and pushed forward.

You continued to block blaster fire and as soon as you got closer to a few more droids, you raised your hand up, bringing the droids up with it and quickly formed your hand into a fist causing the droids to short circuit and crush into pieces.

Once the LA/AT ships landed, troopers were quick to get into fighting formation. Commander Wolffe, Boost, Sinker, and a few new recruits were quick to catch up with you as you deliberately blocked and slashed through various droids. The clustered together buildings on the bridge made the battle more difficult to move around and correlate properly.

You’re wondering eyes stopped on the sight of a tank moving foreword in the distance, no doubt preparing to strike. Everyone seemed to have noticed the distinct blue colored tank on the front lines of the separatists side.

You and your small group took cover behind a building right before a cannon blast had collided into the ground. You watched as a building crumbled, causing a few troops to yell out and take cover.

“So much for mild destruction” Boost shrugged his shoulders while Sinker snickered as he gripped onto his blaster rifle.

You peeked over the side of the building, glancing around for any potential advantage points. Your eyes landed on explosive barrels that were planted just near the active tank.

“Wolffe could you maybe fire a few shots at those barrels” you gestured your head in the direction of the explosives. Wolffe shifted in his spot, nearly leaning over you to get a look at the explosives.

Wolffe retreated backwards to avoid the possibility of being shot at “Will do” he nodded his head and positioned himself, focusing for a moment before firing a single blaster bolt, triggering the explosive barrels.

The tank exploded, alongside a few droids that were close by. With the tank gone, this gave you all a much greater advantage.

“I’m gonna lead first, I just need you and your men to cover me till I reach the center of the city” you turned your head towards the group of six. Boost and Sinker glanced at each other while the shines titled their heads in question. Wolffe raised his eyebrows slightly, his helmet raising up a bit which you instantly could tell he was about to scold you.

“Are you crazy? That’s suicide! You could-“

“I’m well aware Commander, but now is not the time to be arguing about this! Causing anymore destruction to the city, especially on a bridge, is the last thing we want to do” your eyebrows knitted together as you looked at his visor.

“Likewise, I trust you all with my life! Just this once, for the sake of the mission, follow my orders” Wolffe stared at you, he was indeed concerned for your safety, but he was a good soldier. Good soldiers followed orders.

He tilted his head down before nodding in approval “Fine. We’ll be sure to cover you” your face relaxed, you grinned at him before you turned away from the group and continued onward.

“That’s a Jedi for you” Boost half-heartedly joked while observing his commander who he could tell was internally worrying himself.

“Tell me about it” Wolffe grumbled before pressing down on the public comm link channel.

You heard faint orders from Wolffe telling the others through his comm to cover you as you proceed to clear out the rest of the way while they trailed behind you, making sure to finish off whatever you left untouched.

As the attack on the ground continued, the droids slowly started to retreat back, losing more ground as you and your men continued to take down all protocol droids, and various other commando droids. That high peak of adrenaline was quickly cut short

One of the various ships from the sky spiraled downwards causing Wolffe to yell out to ‘take cover’. You were quick to move out of the way of the crash landing ship. The impact caused a huge explosion, leading to various debris to fly around, damaging clustered buildings even more. After the explosion subsided, it was an obvious indication that the ship had caused a blockade, dividing you from the rest of the troops.

“Y/n are you alright?” You heard Wolffe shout from the other side of the crashed ship, you took a quick glance behind you and noticed droids coming your way. You snapped your head back towards the ship's direction, you cupped your hands around your mouth:

“I’m alright! Just find another way around!” You quickly ignited your lightsaber and heard a faint ‘yes sir’

Using your force sprint, you launched yourself off of a nearby crate. Having landed much closer to the enemy line, you reached your hand out and pushed half of the droids backwards, causing them to pile on top of each other.

You reached out to one of the battle droids and pulled it towards you, making sure to impale it with your blade. Once done, you discarded the battle droid by forcefully pushing it towards an oncoming group of droids, knocking them all off of their feet. You dodged multiple blaster bullets, before exterminating the remaining droids that were left.

You looked around, making sure there were no more droids. Sure enough there weren’t any around you. Looking briefly up at the sky you watched in awe as your master perfectly piloted his starfighter, taking out countless separatist ships alongside the fleet. You admired for just a moment, reminiscing on all the fond memories you had being raised and taught by Plo.

Emotional attachments were unacceptable in the Jedi order, but when it came to the people you truly cared about, it didn’t matter to you. You were not ashamed to accept that Plo Koon took on the mantle of a fatherly figure. If it weren’t for his kindness and his heart, you would’ve been nothing but a heartless, uneducated individual.

You were grateful for him being the man that you knew you could rely on.

Your body had suddenly flinched. A slow aching pain in your head started to form. You brought one hand up against the side of your head and pressed your fingers down. The sounds of incoherent yelling, conflict, and raw emotion was overriding your senses.

Suddenly everything stopped.

Your face was scrunched up in confusion as you wondered what that strange encounter was.

A shiver ran down your spine. The small act made you realize how unbalanced the force had become. Your eyebrows raised. You quickly looked up at the sky, and witnessed in horror as your masters ship was being shot at.

Your eyes widened and you started to panic as one of your own fleets pilot got a direct hit on Plos ships wing.

Your eyes stared blankly at the receding ship as it crashed into one of the cities towers right where the blockade was located. Your breath hitched, as you slowly walked backwards, now feeling terrified.

Your body shook unnaturally, unable to process the scene right before your eyes. Your bottom lip quivered, you looked down at your hand that was holding your lightsaber hilt, watching as it shook. Your instinct to fight and survive kicked in.

One faint nearby voice caused you to start sprinting towards the opposite direction. Yells had erupted and soon all hell broke loose.

You were stuck in a crossfire.

Pressing down on your comm link, you input your coordinates and sent them instantly to your droid. You brought your comm link close to your mouth and started urging your droid to start dispatching from the hanger.

“EV, I need you to autopilot the ship and come to my coordinates now!” You activated your lightsaber and skidded to a halt.

If it’ll take time for your ship to arrive, then you surely would make time.

The first initial sighting of one of the troopers, you quickly reached out towards a convenient stand and threw it towards the direction of the soldier. Knocking him and a few others that trailed behind him down.

Blaster fire soon erupted and you worked quickly by blocking and dodging. Every so often you’d notice a stray object at the corner of your eye and threw it towards their direction.

You knew you wouldn’t last for long with just continuously blocking blaster fire and throwing objects at them. You had to work quick before all odds were lost.

What worried you the most was how familiar they all were with how you fought and your infamous strategies. They knew how fast you could think and work which took them little to no time to adjust to your fast pace.

With your complete focus on the enemy in front of you, you completely casted aside your focus behind you.

A fiery graze against your bicep caused you to hiss and your hand holding your lightsaber faltered as another blaster fire grazed your wrist. You made a quick glance to the side and noticed Wolffe and a few other troopers forging their way towards you.

You backed up, continuing to dodge and block as much blaster fire as you could keeping hasty eyes to keep track of your vulnerable points. As soon as you nearly backed up into an abandoned barrier you gave yourself a boost with the force and did a backflip over it, landing right behind it.

Quickly gaining your balance on your feet, you threw both your hands out in front of you and forced pushed the barrier towards the troopers. The screeching metal against the pavement made you grimace at the ear-wrenching noise.

The ends of the metal barrier scraped against the nearby buildings; the buildings crumbled and collapsed into debris. The impact against the pavement caused a mixture of dirt and particles to fly in the air. One accidental inhale and you started coughing violently.

You wavered your hand in front of your face to shoo away the mixture, you scanned the perimeter and quickly turned around, continuing on your way.

You were nearly coming to the end of the giant rock arc, as it became more prominent in size. Fast winds soon started to pick up, now bringing in the atmospheres dense fog.

The motivation to survive turned futile. All you were doing at this point was wasting your energy, using up all your stamina. Everything in training felt like it was thrown out in space. You were unable to control your breathing, you continued to be reckless by using force techniques that were far more advanced and out of your radar.

The sound of your comm link beeping made you look down at your forearm. EV had sent a signal that the ship had just reached the atmosphere. You quickly imputed your new coordinates and sent the signal to your droid.

The fog had settled in, completely covering the whole area of the bridge. You listened around carefully, the sounds of the howling wind breezing by.

You clutched onto your saber, thumb already placed on the ignition pulse. You backed up slowly and carefully avoiding the rubble on the ground. The sound of metal scraping against the pavement made your eyes move around frantically.

You naturally synced into your fighting stance, preparing for the un-proclaimed attack. A gust of wind blew over your face, the cold stinging your skin. You continued to shuffle backwards cautiously, trying to pinpoint the enemy.

A sudden arm wrapped around your neck, causing you to gasp. On instinct you brought both of your hands up to the armored arm, and started to pry at the hold.

“Enough Jedi scum” the voice seethed, your eyes widened at the familiar gruff voice. Wolffe quickly brought his pistol towards the side of your head. You let one hand go of his arm, bringing it up towards his hand that held the pistol. You forcefully pushed against the pistols body, knocking it right out of his hand.

The small act caused Wolffe to become distressed as he struggled to maintain a decent hold on you. Making quick moves, you gripped onto his arm that was wrapped around your neck. You moved your body slightly forward, now handling his full body mass on your back, you body slammed him to the ground. His helmet had flung off of his head, discarded somewhere off to the side.

Wolffe yelped at the impact, he blindly moved his hand on the pavement, attempting to find his discarded pistol. You kicked the nearby pistol away from arms reach and stared blankly down at your commander.

He grimaced and glared up at you, distaste coursed through his system, his one good eye showing nothing but pure hatred. His chest rose up and down frantically.

In a situation like this, you’d feel proud of yourself. But this was reality.

He jutted up, quickly you stuck your hand out in front of you and pushed him back down to the ground with the force. Wolffe attempted to move his body, but to no avail he was unable to budge.

“I’ll kill you, I’ll kill each and everyone of you Jedi!” your hand that you were using started to shake. You felt the beskar pendent press against your chest, feeling as if it was burning a hole through your skin.

“Why? Why are you doing this to us? To me?” You whispered the last part to yourself. You studied Wolffes face, as his forehead creases became more prominent.

“Good soldiers follow orders” chills ran down your spine as you continued to watch Wolffe struggle underneath the force hold. The last strand of hope you held onto for dear life finally snapped.

You were mortified. Your stomach churned at the thought of how little time it took for them to change their motives on the both of you. Why? Why was this happening? You wished you could cry and scream out in anger, but now wasn’t the time.

The recognizable sounds of your starfighters engine became more distinct and loud. Looking up you noticed as your starfighter broke through the dense fog. You almost sighed in relief before gunships followed suite, attempting to gun down your ship.

In one swift move, you wavered your hand to the side, Wolffes whole body slid towards the direction your hand went. His plastoid armor scrapping against the duracrete.

Your feet moved on their own as you ran from the pilots blaster fire. Heat creeped up upon the back of your neck as more shots were fired down on the ground. Your frantic eyes observed as your starfighter had made a loop under the first bridge.

Your feet had sped up, your legs ached and the muscles burned.

Once you were close to the side edge of the bridge, anxiety and doubt started to cloud your mind. You shook the thoughts away as best as you could and dived off the bridge with no hesitation.

Falling felt so slow. The tension and the wind wavered against your body. You closed your eyes to calm yourself, keeping your attention on the distant engines coming closer.

You opened your eyes, and reached your hand out as your ship dived down with you, keeping a decent distances away from you. You pulled yourself towards the open hatch of the ship, your fingertips barely grazing the rim of the hatch. Continuing to reach, your fingertips soon got a hold of the rim; you laid your hand flat on the matrix armor and held on with a death grip as you struggled to bring your other hand to grasp the ring.

Maneuvering your body quickly, you got into the cockpit and closed the hatch. Pressing a few buttons you grabbed a hold of the steering handles and took over the starfighter.

Fighter ships soon trailed behind you, erupting in blaster fire.

“Shake them off of me EV” you flipped a switch and your droid whirled it’s head around and took over the small blaster cannon that was attached to the underside of the ship.

Your fingers quickly grazed over the small screen, blindly you input random coordinates to a random sector, one that you knew would be far away from the republic based planets.

Pulling back the steering handles, your ship pulled up fast. The dense fog soon engulfed your whole perimeter, small drops of water tapped violently against the viewport as the ship started to increase in speed. You’d managed to lose most of the enemy ships in the fog besides one.

Explosions erupted right next to your ship, shaking the entirety of the vessel violently. The flashing lights blinding you for a split second. Beeps started to alarm, signaling an oncoming missile was locked on your ship.

You embraced yourself and turned the stirring handles to one side, your ship soon started rotate at a fast pace. At the last minute, you made a loop over the ship that was in back of you and quickly went back in front of it. The tactic worked and the missile had struck the fighter ship that was trailing behind you. The impact had caused you to jolt forward and the ship shook while you successfully made it out of the planets atmosphere.

Those on the ground, were unable to tell if you were desecrated or escaped.

A now helmeted Wolffe stared up at the fogged sky, watching as a small flicker of light cascaded for a second before fading into nothing.

“Sir, there’s been no word from the piloting fleet as for the whereabouts of the Jedi’s ship” Wolffe looked towards Sinker before looking back at the foggy atmosphere.

“Tell the others to call off the search for now, we’ll be sure to hunt down the Jedi until they’re executed under Order 66” Wolffe walked off towards the remaining transport ships that were left unoccupied on the bridge.

Wolffe glanced over to the side, observing as his men inspected the remains of Plo Koons ship to assure the Jedi’s death was a success.

There was faint ache in his heart that he easily ignored. He turned away and continued to the transport ships.

****

You adjusted the rods of wood, and forced them down into the ground to keep them stable. The small fire crackled, the source of light wavering and illuminating the small shelter you made.

You landed on some unknown planet and were fortunate enough to have found few scraps of material near your location. You let out a soft huff as you sat down on the ground underneath the tarp. You wrapped your robes around you tighter, feeling a small gust of wind overpass your face and exposed skin.

The planet was cold and quiet, only sounds of a few chirps from birds in the distance and rustles from the trees. Your arm and shoulder blade hurt, all from the blaster fire that had managed to get a snag at your body.

You had no medical equipment, no bacta patches, nothing. You worried that your wounds would get infected if they weren’t treated anytime soon.

Carefully, you slid your robes off your body, alongside your top. You shivered at the contact the cool wether made with your upper bodies skin. The tank top that you left on did nothing to help with the cold.

You tore a long strip of fabric off your lose white ribboned tabard. You eyed the length of the fabric before wrapping it around your left side bicep. You winced at the uncomfortable contact the fabric made, it rubbed lightly against the blaster wound that was still oozing blood.

Tightly securing it with a decent knot, you ripped another piece with the same length and wrapped it around your dominate hands wrist. You grimaced at the irritating sting, your wrist hurt more than your bicep. You carefully put back on your robe, not bothering to secure it around you.

Letting out a shaky sigh you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

Your eyes gazed down at the small fire, heat barely radiating from the flames. You brought your legs up to your chest and hugged them. EV beeped more quieter as the astromech droid wheeled up to you.

“We’re not going home EV” your voice was hushed, nearly cracking. EV beeped lowly, shifting to stand on its two legs. “Yeah bud...it’s over. Theres nothing for us to go back to...not unless we want to be killed like the others” you turned your head towards EV, placing a hand on its dome before retreating it back to pull at your robes. You sat quietly for a moment, thinking over thousands of thoughts that were running through your head. 

“Everything we’ve been through...the losses, the near death experiences....we did it all for nothing.” You whispered to yourself, accepting your once overthought ideology that the Jedi were bound to fall to ruins at some point. But not in a million lightyears did you ever think the jedi would end like this. 

You gently rubbed at your temples to sooth the small headache. EV opened up one of its panels, outstretching one of its tools. A blue hue started to illuminate, broadcasting one of the voice files that your droid commonly used for decoding or recording private messages.

The conversation had started off quiet. You were almost incapable of interpreting the words correctly, which you guessed that during the time of the recording, your droid was far off in distance from whoever the recipients were.

“You plan on giving the beskar pendent to them?” Your head slightly perked up, relishing at the familiar voice you could pinpoint out of all the clones.

“Yes...may not be much, but it’s all I can offer” there was a faint cling. On instinct, you brought your hand up to the pendent that rested against your chest.

You shut your eyes, squeezing them before burying your face into your hands. Curling into yourself more, you adjusted your hood over your head, and laid down on your un-injured side. A small piece of cloth was the only thing separating you from the dirt and blotched grass.

“I’m sure it will be enough for them. Besides, what that pendent is made out of is worth more then our own lives.” your eyes stayed glued to the fire as you continued to listen to the voice memo.

“I’m just worried that the gift won’t...benefit the both of us” Wolffe sighed to himself, feeling frustrated and conflicted from however he was feeling.

“It takes time Wolffe, you just need to have more patience’s, be more understanding of people instead of getting irritated and irrational over the simplest things” Comet studied Wolffes face, watching as his features softened before his brows creased together.

“Still, what can you do? A clone and a soon to be jedi knight going against the republics law and having secret retaliations together? We could both get in trouble, even worse, we can both get exiled which is the last thing I want to do” Wolffe stared down at the ground, compressing his human emotions. Comet shook his head and glanced to the side before looking back at Wolffe.

“I’d recommend you give it to them, even if you’re heavily influenced by wanting to be the best commander you can be. Then again, most rules are meant to be broken to help you improve and grow as a person” it was silent for a moment before Comet continued on “Plus their droid may just as well confess for you” Wolffe looked at Comet, then turned his head, witnessing as your droid retreated back to the hanger.

The audio files soon stopped playing, everything fell silent, just the sounds of the wind and the fire crackling. You blinked away your tears and looked at EV who beeped sadly.

“So that’s why you were late and Wolffe complained about you?” you said softly, gracing a sad smile on your lips before the corner of your lips turned down once more.

The real meaning behind the gift felt like a punch in the gut. It hurt. Terribly. It was worth more than simple admiration or representation of a ‘thank you’. There was much more behind the necklace then what was explained.

But what hurt more was the horrendous heartbreak and betrayal. The only people that you ever trusted and loved were gone. Plo, the only man you’d ever cherished and looked up to was wiped out of existence. The men you worked alongside with that you cared for wanted you dead. And Wolffe, Wolffe was a much more sensitive topic.

You were alone. You were alone and you’ve never felt more useless your whole entire life.

“I just wish we had more time” you murmured quietly to yourself, feeling as your eyes watered in mockery. You shut your eyes and a warm tear slid over the side of your nose and fell. Your tired and sore body ached for rest. Distant thunder rumbled, the noises seamlessly getting closer every minute.

The muffled noise lulled you into slumber as you snuggled into your robes even more.

The least you could do for yourself is rest one last time.

A/N: i wanted to create an experience with a genuine order 66 approach. since not much of the planets city was described, i had to do a bit of tweaking and research during the time to get it as accurate as possible. as you can tell i tried my best to write some action and i hope it fulfilled the standards. overall i hope it made up for my absences and broke your heart.

with love,

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Revenge of the 5th and also I am SO SORRY it takes me so long to update these days. Who knew having a job and living during a pandemic could be so bad for fic updates?

Anakin can't sit still. He finds it hard to think, hard to breathe sometimes.

Palpatine got convicted on corruption charges.

Sure, not as many and not nearly as serious as those Mas Amedda was convicted of. Instead it seems like Amedda was running a lot of corruption in Mr palpatine's favour... But the fact that Palpatine was involved in even just some corruption, the acceptance of bribes and...

It means Anakin was wrong and Obi-Wan was right.

He can't stand it. He can't believe it. It's not fair!

He fought for Palpatine with Obi-Wan. He pushed Obi-Wan away, raged and screamed at him for being distrustful... And it turns out that he was right not to trust Palpatine. That he was right not to trust in Anakin's trust in him.

And it hurts.

Especially since he'd seen it on Padmé's face when the conviction came. She was pleased. She thought it was right.

She must have been hiding something from him, something about Palpatine, and he almost hates her for it. How could she keep things from him when they promised never to lie to each other? Never to keep anything secret from each other considering how much they must keep secret from everyone else.

It feels like a betrayal and he doesn't know how to handle it.

Not for the first time he wishes that Master Hestish hadn't died. That she was still here to help him get a grip over his emotions, help him think things through.

He knows that Obi-Wan or Padmé would do their very best to help him if he only asks, but when they're the object of confusion... They can't help. If he's angry and upset with them, how can they possibly help him sort his feelings out?

Master Hestish and he had a good relationship, Anakin thinks. She was helpful, kind, and she never judged him. She helped him get himself under control sometimes, and because they only met during his sessions with her, because they didn't have a relationship outside of those sessions... She was always an unbiased and completely separate person. She was never entangled in his duties or his relationships or his school work... She was only ever there to be a rock in the sinking sand, helping him climb to safety until the Tatooine winds calmed themselves and the sinking sands could be traversed again.

He knows that if Obi-Wan knew he's feeling like this, he'd tell Anakin to find a new mind healer to talk to. Find someone else who can help him, but... Anakin doesn't want anyone else! He wants Master Hestish! He wants Bharani Hestish... In her white robes and with her so very odd appearance—like nothing Anakin had ever seen before, completely impossible to mistake for anyone else—and her calm acceptance of whatever he told her.

It's not fair that Anakin has to lose everyone! It's not fair that apparently he can't trust anyone he loves, because sooner or later they keep something from him. They lie to him.

Or they die.

He can only hope that Ahsoka hasn't lied to him too. That she isn't keeping secrets and going behind his back. He's not sure he could take it from his Padawan as well. Well... he knows that she didn't talk to him about her concerns that it might be her fault that Obi-Wan got caught in the blast, but... That's not quite the same thing, right?

He doesn't like it though. He doesn't like the fact that Ahsoka will keep something as important as her fears from him. He's her master and it's his duty to help guide her through her journey to becoming a Jedi Knight, and how can he do that if she keeps secrets and won't ask him for help when she needs it?

He should probably talk to her about that... But later. Later. When he's not as upset as he is now. He doesn't want to risk getting angry at her when it's not really where his frustration and anger is targeted right now.

He should...

He doesn't know what he should do.

He can't talk to Obi-Wan. He just can't. After all the things he said, all the accusations and assertions he did... That he was wrong about Palpatine, even just slightly... Of course Palpatine isn't as bad as Obi-Wan seems to think he is, Palpatine is a good man, isn't he? But...

Yes. That's it.

He feels it like a soft caress in his mind. Of course Palpatine is a good man who's made a few mistakes. Even the court didn't think he'd done anything bad enough to warrant prison or anything like that. He just got some fines and a warning to be careful with what sort of contracts he enters and favours he does for others and asks for for himself.

It's... It's not ideal, of course. But Palpatine is still trustworthy.

After all, he had more power than anyone else in the galaxy for years and he wasn't corrupted. He was still on the whole careful with his political power. Just a few mistakes doesn't just somehow make someone a bad person.

Not when there's the likes of Dooku or even just Mas Amedda out there—people who actually hurt others and cause destruction and chaos. Palpatine isn't anything like them.

Anakin lets out a frustrated breath. Even now that he's managed to sort himself out and his thoughts regarding Palpatine, he still feels restless and like he can't sit still.

He wants to talk to Obi-Wan... Wants to apologise for some of the things he said, but... No. He can't.

He should probably talk to Padmé instead, shouldn't he?

After all, Palpatine has been a mentor to her too. It must have been a harsh blow to her even though she thought it was deserved after she heard the evidence. Maybe they can comfort each other and then visit Palpatine together so he knows that they still support him, that they still know that he's a good person despite what has happened.

Nodding to himself, Anakin gets to his feet and rolls his shoulders. He needs to act swiftly, who knows when he'll be sent back into the field again. It's likely not far away considering how much better Obi-Wan is doing... Anakin knows he got extended leave due to that—which was really nice of the Council, really.

But he wants to make sure he's talked to Padmé so they've sorted everything out before he needs to leave Coruscant again.

Obi-Wan... Obi-Wan can wait.

Some distance will probably do them good.

Regardless of how much Anakin wants to apologise and for everything to just go back to the way things were when he was a child, before Obi-Wan got busy—before the saboteur took Obi-Wan from him—it's probably for the best if they have some distance now.

Obi-Wan probably wants some anyway, he's like that isn't he? He thinks that distance and letting your heads cool is always a much better idea than just getting out and aired immediately...

Ugh. Whatever.

Anakin'll go talk to Padmé instead of driving himself crazy with all these thoughts.

He leaves his room and heads out of the Temple. He considers sending Ahsoka a comm message to let her know where he's gone... But it's probably for the best if he doesn't. At least then he'll have some plausible deniability if anyone tries to suggest he went to see Padmé for anything but platonic reasons. They won't even be able to prove that he specifically went out to see her!

He hates that they have to keep their marriage secret, but...

No, he can't think about this now. He pushes the thoughts away, they'll have to wait for later.

Now he just wants to see Padmé.

—

(Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi masterpost)

#Supreme Chancellor Obi Wan Kenobi #star wars #my writing #update #it's been A WHILE #sorry about that

[lynnpaper]

“i brought you a blanket.” please and thanks!

sonder! thank you for the ask! 😊

this is also... one of the softest things i've ever written. i hope you like it! :)

(from these prompts)

She finds him on the roof.

It wasn’t her intention, but it had been pretty hard to ignore the distress that seemed to bleed from him with every step he took. He’d made promises. Promises to protect, and promises to succeed, to the Council and to his men. But Separatist forces do not care about promises, and battle droids do not care about the emotional consequences of conflict. Battle droids do not have emotions.

Anakin sometimes wishes he didn’t have emotions.

He sits on the cold stone of the roof, dangling his feet over the edge, watching the speeders as they cross over and under and perpendicular to each other. It’s quiet and peaceful and as far away from any life forms as he can get.

It’s cold on the roof.

Ahsoka steps out of the hangar and hops over the railing, past the point that Jedi Masters would frown at her disapprovingly for crossing. The stone ground is smooth here, where barely anyone treads; the closer she gets to the edge, the bigger the city seems.

Anakin keeps his back to her, but he sits so still his shoulders must be rigid. The rise and fall of his shoulders is practically nonexistent. Ahsoka wonders if he’s even breathing.

She can tell he’s upset. It hurts to see him upset.

Anakin hears her even before she jumps the railing. He doesn’t have to turn around to know who it is—it cannot be anybody else.

“You shouldn’t be up here,” Anakin says. The cool night air carries his voice in all different directions, and the words barely reach her.

Ahsoka doesn’t respond. Her footsteps grow closer, the soft tap-tap-tap of her combat boots reverberating off the stone ground.

“It’s very late, Ahsoka,” Anakin says. As if the time of night means anything to her.

Nothing. Not even a huff to prove her exasperation.

“You should be asleep,” Anakin says. His eyes follow a speeder as it races across the front of a skyscraper, before merging with the main line of traffic and disappearing into the kaleidoscopic streak of reds and yellows and greens.

The footsteps stop. So should you, he expects her to reply.

“I brought you a blanket.”

Anakin turns around, more on instinct than by choice. He’s inclined to respond with “what?” or “why?” but the moment he sees Ahsoka standing there with a brown padawan robe over her shoulders, the hem brushing the ground beside her feet, all words die in his throat.

The towering spires of the temple’s roof make her look so small. She stands too far away for him to make out her expression in the darkness, but close enough for him to see the blanket folded and tucked under her arm as promised. Her padawan beads glint where they rest between her montrals, catching the light when she tilts her head.

It’s windy on the roof. The breeze blows his hair into his eyes, but he doesn’t push it aside. His skin prickles, the thin sleeves of his tunic doing nothing between him and the wind. For someone who grew up on Tatooine, Anakin doesn’t seem to mind the chill.

Ahsoka walks toward him silently. He’d been too reserved since they had returned in the afternoon, his eyes downcast and hands fidgeting as he debriefed the 501st, losing focus and burning himself on the soldering iron as he repaired fighters in the hangar, eating next to nothing at dinner before quietly excusing himself from the table.

Anakin looks away. He keeps his eyes trained on the night sky before him, his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

He would rather be alone.

Ahsoka knows this. Ahsoka doesn't care.

She’s right behind him now, close enough for him to hear her soft breaths and the gentle rustle of her robe. He hears her unfold the blanket, feels the warm weight of it as she drapes it over his shoulders, and almost sighs as the chill dissipates, resisting the urge to pull it tighter around himself.

Ahsoka lowers herself to the ground beside him, her legs dangling off the edge just like his. It should make him anxious, his padawan sitting right on the edge of the roof, the ground a long, long way away. The slanting outer walls of the temple drop down hundreds of meters, but she can catch herself if she falls. There are worse ways to go—some grounds rise to meet you if they think you’ll never hit them.

Something light drops on his lap. Anakin looks down and finds a ration bar. Then he looks to his left, to find Ahsoka biting into one of her own. She stares right back, chews for a second, and swallows. “You didn’t eat,” she says.

Anakin looks down at the little packet on his lap again. It’s one of the better-tasting ration bars—he remembers telling her which ones he preferred.

The first bite reminds him exactly how hungry he is. The second reminds him that the last meal he ate was this morning. The third reminds him of just how much his padawan cares, for all the effort she’s gone through to be here beside him now.

Anakin looks back at her again—there’s nowhere else to look. Now she’s flipping the hilts of her lightsabers, throwing them up and spinning them and catching them in one hand.

“Don’t drop those,” Anakin says softly. He crumples the wrapper of his ration bar, molds it into a little ball using the Force.

Your lightsaber is your life. When did they become so frivolous with such valuable things? Playing with life and death, gambling with fate. Fighting battles as if they are games, deflecting blaster shots as if they are younglings parrying harmless charges from remote droids.

Ahsoka keeps flipping her lightsabers.

Anakin lifts a hand, stopping them in midair, and guides them back down to hook onto her belt.

She looks up at him. She smiles.

He looks down at her. He smiles.

Ahsoka shivers. Anakin realises the blanket is big enough for two.

Ahsoka shifts closer, until she’s close enough to rest her head on his arm. Anakin pulls her closer, holding out the blanket for her to tuck herself under, and wraps his arm around her shoulders.

They sit together, until dawn rolls around and the sun peeks out from behind the morning’s clouds, and the roof doesn’t feel so cold anymore.

#lynn writes #my fic #snips and skyguy #anakin and ahsoka #hurt/comfort #fluff #it's always crying about snips and skyguy hours #ask me things! #post-trauma sentence starters

[slightlysuspect]

The Master and His Student

Ahsoka comes to Naboo to catch up with her old master, and tell him of her adventures.

Finally I made it to Naboo. I didn't think Master Windu would ever let me leave. All week I had to babysit those kids. What's keeping Master Yoda from doing that? At least I finally escaped, and Ahsoka should be arriving in Theed soon. I wonder how independence is treating her.

"Master!" I look behind me and see Ahsoka approaching.

"Hey Snips. How ya been?"

She groans and I can sense that a lot of venting is about to ensue. "Well most recently I ran into Hondo." Ah the pirates. They've definitely given me a fair bit of trouble throughout the years.

"Oh yea? What was he trying to do?"

"He was stealing Lommite from the Elomin! I tried to stop him but..."

"Maybe we can take a visit to Florum and set it straight."

"Maybe... but the pirates are hard to fight on their home turf."

I crack a smirk that she didn't seem to see. It's funny to think of struggling to defeat pirates. "Well I'm sure we'll see them around eventually."

"So where are we going anyway?" She asks.

"Well Padme has a nice place out in the country that's pretty isolated. It's a bit of a trek from Theed."

"We couldn't have gone straight there?"

"And missed out on all the sights? This is Naboo Snips. Beautiful nature and mesmerizing architecture are everywhere. Let's enjoy the walk."

She starts laughing. "When have you ever been the sightseeing type?"

"An old dog can't learn new tricks?" And so we leave the city, and head in the direction of Padme's place. Before long the city is well behind us, and we're deep in the Naboo plains.

"Wow Master it's beautiful here. Way prettier than the swamps where the Separatists were cooking up viruses."

"Yea there's a lot to this planet. Everything is peaceful. Even the sand."

"Do you have issues with hostile sand?" She asks.

"Clearly you've never seen a sandstorm on Tatooine." A little further up the way and some herd animals come into view. "Oh good there's some Shaak up ahead. I wanted to bring dinner with us."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes and says, "Nothing more romantic than a butchered animal."

"I couldn't agree more." It's almost cruel to hunt these things. They're so helpless with their tiny legs and oversized bodies, but I need to provide the romance. I go for the one that's particularly oversized, with exceptionally tiny legs. Nature would've killed it soon enough if I didn't.

"Great." Ahsoka says sarcastically. "Now we have a giant animal to haul with us the rest of the way."

"You could stand to learn some optimism. We have food now, so let's break for lunch." I slice up some nice cuts of meat for us.

"Oh lovely. Raw meat for lunch." Ahsoka says.

I give her a smirk, and use the flame from my right hand to cook up the meat.

"Huh." She says. "The flame is blue."

"I know! Pretty cool right?" But something about her demeanor is off. She's thinking about something.

"Have you been to Mustafar recently?" She asks.

"That's a random question. Why would I go to that wasteland?"

"Well maybe if you knew the Separatist council was hiding out there you would've gone."

"The Republic wasn't allowed to make a move on the Separatists."

"So you did know they were there! You know a lot of them got burned up pretty bad."

"And what exactly are you insinuating?"

"Did you slaughter the Separatists on Mustafar?" Why does she know that? There's no way she knows for sure. I can salvage this.

"Snips why are you even worried about what happened to those animals? They were threatening the entire galaxy with more war and suffering."

"No that's not the point! I saw what happened there. I went through the wreckage. What happened to those people was inhumane!" She seems to be getting really worked up about this.

"So you think every scum bag in the universe deserves to live a long and happy life?" I ask.

"Why won't you just answer the question? Was it you?"

This conversation is growing frustrating. "So what if it was? They were warmongers Ahsoka! What happened to them was justice!"

Ahsoka begins creating distance. "So it WAS you! I just... I don't understand. Why?"

"Why?" This question frustrates me a little. "I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to the Republic!"

"No! You illegally slaughtered your enemies in cold blood!. That's not justice!" She lowers into a crouch and I can sense she wants to attack.

"Ahsoka." I warn. "Don't do this."

"I will show you justice." And she strikes. I draw my lightsaber in my left hand and parry her strike.

"So be it." I say. As much as I hated teaching that class for the younglings, I must say making up a sequence of basic strikes for my new lightsaber form is undeniably useful. There's a lot more structure to it now instead of me just making it up as I go along. The whole style feels a lot more practical now. Good thing too, because Ahsoka's Jar'Kai is nothing to scoff at. She really has come a long way. Fighting her now I can see why she managed to bring in Maul. With the dual lightsabers, she's doing a fantastic job of mixing in a flurry of strikes from various angles. I can certainly see how it could give a challenger trouble. If I hadn't refined my Sky-Wo with the younglings, I definitely would've had to switch back to my right hand with Form V to battle her. I wanna go on the offensive some here. I've had a couple ideas for some more advanced combos, and I'm curious to see how an opponent like Ahsoka will react. The first two are pretty useless, but the third messes up her footwork. I'll let her recover because there's a couple more things I wanna try. However a few combos later I can't help but find myself getting bored. It's time to end this. In a flash, I make a disarming maneuver that makes her drop the saber in her left hand, then I swiftly cut her right hand from her arm.

"Ahhhh!" She screams. She falls to her knees. Looking at the stub at the end of her right arm. "Why?"

I can only sigh. "It's time you learned some harsh lessons. And you need to know that if you pick a fight you aren't ready for then it'll cost you."

"How could you do this?"

"Oh c'mon." I say. "It's not like I haven't been through the same thing."

"But...to me?" She's looking at me with big sad eyes, and tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry Ahsoka. Think of it as motivation to get stronger." I turn back towards the path. "Maybe catching up was a mistake. You should go."

Author's Note

Even though I wrote it, it makes me so sad. Anakin would never. And I hope anyone who reads this is as deeply offended as I am that this is in the story. How did this happen?

#star wars #fanfic #anakin and ahsoka #alternate universe

[redschillzone]

Cuddling Headcanons (Star Wars)

Warnings: None

A/N: Some cuddling headcanons for some Star Wars characters! I hope you enjoy. :)

Iden Tag List: @allfiguredout​ @dversstark​

Prequels/Clone Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

This man lives for cuddling, alright? He knows he shouldn’t be forming attachments to you but Maker, he just couldn’t help himself. Whenever you two cuddle, he doesn’t care who is the big spoon or the little spoon so long as he gets to feel you against him. He’ll play with your hair while you two talk about your days, about your plans for the future and will occasionally rub at your back if you’re laying on his chest. He just enjoys the warmth that you both give each other and lives for your cuddle sessions each passing day.

Anakin Skywalker

After a long mission, Anakin seeks you out for cuddles. He loves just laying in his room with you, holding you close as he rubs circles into your skin while you talk to him, maybe even run your fingers through his hair to help him relax. Sometimes he’ll just have his head buried in your neck while you hold him in complete silence; Regardless, you’re fine with how your cuddle sessions turn out and are always ready for the next one. More times than not he may end up being the little spoon and you’re fine with that because you get to press kisses onto his back and shoulders.

Ahsoka Tano

Ahsoka loves cuddling with you any chance she can get; She’ll keep her arms around your waist, her head pressed against yours as you both just relax and enjoy the time you two have with one another. She’ll often be the big spoon when you’re having a bad day and will press kisses just about everywhere on your skin that she can reach and will often whisper about how beautiful and lucky she is to have you. You guys are always surrounded by various pillows and blankets but you don’t mind because you enjoy being comfortable with her on your lazy days or when you guys finish training.

Captain Rex

Even though you two don’t have much time for cuddling, Rex will gladly make the time to do so. Whether you’re cuddling in the barracks with him or you’re in your own room with him, Rex will almost always have his head resting on your chest with his arms around you. He feels safe with you, feels as though he can tell you anything and you always let him as you rub at his back and just enjoy his presence. 

Original Trilogy/Battlefront 2

Luke Skywalker

He’s a very big cuddler and will almost always be the small spoon; He doesn’t care what position you guys cuddle in so long as you’re happy and content with it. He tends to enjoy cuddling with you when you guys are surrounded by various pillows and blankets because he wants to be as comfortable as possible, not that your breasts or thighs aren’t comfortable enough for him but he wants you to be comfortable as well.

Leia Organa

The. Best. Cuddles. She’ll always let you lay with her in her bed surrounded by various pillows and will run her fingers through your hair as you cuddle her; Your arms are always around her waist and your head is on her chest, listening to her heartbeat and just enjoying the warmth that she gives off. You two will talk about your days and whenever you two do cuddle, you end up asleep in one another's arms listening to one another as they talk.

Han Solo

He denies that he enjoys cuddling, says that it’s pointless and makes no sense to him but as you two lay in bed he’ll wait till he believes you’re asleep before slipping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest, his head being nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Jokes on him though because most of the time you’re still very much awake and will smile before nuzzling yourself into his chest, hitching your leg up over his and just enjoying his scent and warmth; You’d never tell him that you’re always awake when he cuddles you though; That’s a secret you’ll never tell.

Iden Versio

She isn't one for cuddles; She never has been but once she met you that slowly began to change. She’s slowly getting used to the feeling of you nuzzling against her, keeping a tight hold on her as you whisper how much you love her into her hair, maybe occasionally sneaking a kiss or two in. She doesn’t care about the position or who is big or little spoon so long as she gets to feel you against her. She loves just lounging with you on lazy days on base and just talking with you because you make her feel like she has a place that she belongs. 

Sequels

Rey 

She’s extremely touch starved so whatever touches or cuddles you give her she’ll take; She enjoys being the little spoon and being curled up against you while you cover her face in kisses, holding her close as you whisper sweet nothings to her. Whenever she’s had a long day of training she loves to just lay with you in her bed after taking a nice shower, laying between your legs as she rests her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as you run your fingers through her hair and ask her about her day and how she’s doing. 

Finn

He’s an amazing cuddler which is a surprise to you considering his time with the First Order. He always makes sure you’re comfortable as he holds you close, makes sure you’re warm enough and will always talk with you as you guys rest until you both fall asleep. Some nights no words will be exchanged and he’ll just plant kisses wherever he can reach and you let him all while you hold his hand as you cuddle; He doesn’t care about the position or who the big or little spoon is, just so long as you’re beside him and are enjoying his company.

Poe Dameron

Cuddles for days. He doesn’t care where you are but he always has to have his hands on you. Even if you’re just standing in the hangar he’ll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into him but in bed? Oh you never want to leave. He always has you pulled as close as possible, his head buried in your neck as he occasionally kisses it and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. It’s always a problem trying to sleep because more times than not he’s joking around with you and kissing at your neck or jaw.

Kylo Ren

He says he isn’t a cuddler either but on the cold nights on Starkiller that’s all thrown out the window; He’s a walking furnace, to say the least and you enjoy cuddling yourself against him as you both sleep under the covers to get warm. If he’s in the right mood, he may wrap his arm around your waist and keep you close which causes a smile on your face and you’ll often reward him with a quick, silent kiss. Not many words are said as you two cuddle and if he ever comes to you in a bad mood, he’ll lay with his head on your stomach or chest and allow you to play with his hair as you allow him to vent his frustrations to you. 

The Mandalorian

Din Djarin/Mando

He doesn’t let you cuddle often because of two reasons; 1.) Because he’s a Mandalorian, they have a reputation to uphold and 2.) because he doesn’t believe you enjoy laying or being poked by his armor. Whenever you two do cuddle though, you mainly just attach yourself to one of his arms and rest your head on his shoulder, maybe playing with his fingers and mumbling how your day was to him or how the kid is doing. Maybe on that rare occasion, he’ll take you and the kid into his bunk and hold you both close to him, allowing you to rest your head against the coolness of his breastplate and watch as the child would fall asleep against him in one big cuddle pile.

Cara Dune

She is always the big spoon and may often let you be the big spoon if she’s had a long, rough day; But you enjoy being held in her arms while you guys cuddle. She makes sure you’re always comfortable and are okay but to be honest; She always makes you feel safe when you cuddle against her, burying your head in her breasts and just enjoying the warmth and protection she gives off.

#Star Wars #The Prequel Trilogy #The Original Trilogy #The Sequels Trilogy #The Mandalorian #Obi-wan x Reader #Anakin Skywalker x Reader #Ahsoka Tano x Reader #Captain Rex x Reader #Luke Skywalker x Reader #Leia Organa x Reader #Han Solo x Reader #Iden Versio x Reader #Rey x Reader #Finn x Reader #Poe Dameron x Reader #Kylo Ren x Reader #Din Djarin x Reader #Mando x Reader #Cara Dune x Reader #Cuddling Headcanon #Headcanon

[obiwanobi]

Catch me thinking about sith Anakin who got in a fight w/ Palps (did Palps cross a line? Did Anakin decide he had nothing to lose? Idk), barely managed to win and is now seriously hurting and a little freaked out winding up outside Obi-wan's quarters and Obi-wan doesn't have time to draw his saber let alone figure out how a sith lord managed to get so far into the jedi temple unnoticed and Force is that blood? before Anakin's passing out with only a murmered request for help.

LISTEN you can’t keep sending me perfect prompts, how do you know I can’t resist bloody men on their knees begging for salvation, how do you know me so well??? anyway here’s 2.3k of always-a-sith!Anakin who could have been the new ruler of the empire but said ‘no thanks, this is too much responsibility, I would like to be pampered by my favourite jedi now’ (with a bit of Ahsoka as Obi-Wan’s padawan!)

 He didn’t mean to kill him.

Well, not at first.

He didn’t mean to kill Sidious, but pulling his lightsaber from his lifeless corpse only felt like complete satisfaction. A weight on his shoulders he didn't know he carried disappeared, letting him stand up above the body of his master— former master, and gaze upon what was left of him. A shapeless form on the ground. A dark cape around an old man playing at being a god. A begging mess of futile promises when he realised it was the end for him.  

As mindless fury leaves him, his ragged breathing slows down and his fist unclenches around his saber. Sidious is dead. Now that the adrenaline rush is gone, his knees start shaking. His Master is dead. His face is wet with sweat and blood and tears. Dead and now Anakin has no one.

And then...  And then fear.

"You know," Ahsoka groans as the water starts boiling, "I don't understand how you got your reputation of Cool Jedi Master. Other padawans think I'm lying when I tell them you wear the ugliest slippers at home and gets excited by new tisanes."

"You gifted me those slippers."

"As a joke. And you still wear them."

"I'm not going to throw away perfectly good slippers." Obi-Wan wiggles his toes under the red and yellow fuzzy monstrosities, just to see his padawan rolls her eyes. "And they're really comfortable."

"So you're just going to stay there, then? Your whole battalion is out celebrating our first day of leave since forever, but you prefer to drink your tea alone and go to bed at 22:00?"

"No one wants an authority figure around when they're letting loose and celebrating, Ahsoka," Obi-Wan says, pouring hot water in his cup. He raises the kettle towards his padawan as a question, to which she shakes her head. "I thought you would be happy to see me putting sleep before work for once."

"I am, Master, but I thought it could be..." She trails off, fidgeting with the hilt of her sabers. For once, she looks like a typical padawan, just like he was at her age, dying to enjoy one night away from the temple and any kind of responsibilities.

"It's alright my dear," he sighs, "you can join them if you want."

Ahsoka suddenly perks up. "I can?"

"If you're old enough to be sent to the front, I think you can handle yourself for one night on Coruscant."

"Thank you Master! I promise I'll be careful and not come back too late!"

"You do that, and-- wait, Ahsoka," he adds as she's already halfway through the door, "make sure to stay around Cody! And no alcohol of any kind! And don't lose your lightsaber at sabacc again!"

"That was you!" she yells from the end of the corridor, "don't worry, I'll be fine! Don't wait for me to go to bed! Goodnight Master!"

Obi-Wan smiles, blowing on his cup. He already sent a message to Cody earlier to keep an eye on her, so he knows she's in good hands.

He has his herbal tea, his ugly slippers, no reports to read or write, and no immediate Separatist menace to plan for. For once, a perfectly good night to catch up on sleep and meditation.

So, of course, something has to be wrong.

The Force is bright. The Force is lighter than it has ever been for the past few years.

And Obi-Wan can't understand why.  

It's not just him that can feel it: Ahsoka has acted chipper since, more like the teenager she is, laughing with the clones and playfully teasing him the whole fly back to Coruscant. The temple has felt livelier than ever when they arrived, Jedi from all ages going about their day with a new spring in their step, greeting each other warmly in the corridors. Even Master Yoda has taken a few minutes during their Council meeting to note the shift in the Force. No Master could pinpoint the origin of this change, but all agreed that something good happened somewhere in the galaxy, and they were just feeling ripples of the effect in the Force.

Still now, the whole temple feels a bit more like it used to, before the war, and all Jedi are a bit happier without knowing why.

Only Obi-Wan feels like a noose tightening around him. Whatever it is, it's slowing making its way around his presence in the Force. Focusing on him and him alone. Doesn't matter how much Obi-Wan tries to hide himself, it's getting closer and never slowing down or losing interest.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan has a bad feeling about this.

But after almost three years of war, sullen faces and grim expressions, he doesn't feel like dampening the sudden good mood around the Temple just with a few words. He can probably deal with whatever it is by himself.

His tisane is cold when he finally emerges from his meditation. Nothing is clearer than when he started: the Force is deaf to his questions and inquiries, still light as a breeze. An airy unconcern for his restlessness. And yet, a thick pressure still looms around him, getting heavier each passing second now.

His fingers start pulling on his collar.

The clock on the wall indicates that he lied to Ahsoka when he said he was going to bed at a respectable time today. No diurnal Jedi would still be up right now, but he still considers going out to knock at Mace's door. Narrowed eyes and a very long sigh will be his first answer, but Obi-Wan knows that Mace would never refuse to hear him out. Yes, he finally decides when the pressure seems to creep even closer to him, it's worth waking up Mace.

He opens his door, wondering if he should take his robe with him, and instantly stops walking.

There, in the empty corridor of the Jedi Temple, at his door and on his knees, is a Sith. He knows it's a Sith only because he recognises this specific mass of hair, the large shoulders, the dishevelled dark robe. He knows it's a Sith because he has crossed path with this one enough times on the battlefield to recognise him anywhere. Outside of it a few times too. He isn't sure it's a Sith when the Sith raises his head up, bloody and bruised face torn in an agonizing expression, and his eyes are blue.

"I— I didn't know where to go," Darth Vader says quietly, with the kind of voice expected from a lost child. It gives Obi-Wan a second shock to hear his voice, making his presence suddenly real. "You said... You said if I ever wanted to, if I needed help one day, you would— I could—"

Obi-Wan remembers it. He remembers all the times he offered his help. His pleas for him to stop the violence, the appeals to reason, the multiple suggestions of a gentler path. His hand continuously outreached but never taken. He remembers the burning gold of the Sith's eyes too, and his black cape floating above the dead clones at his feet.

His laughter the first time Obi-Wan brought up the idea of lowering their blades and talking around a cup of tea. His sneer the third time Obi-Wan tried to change his misconceptions about the Jedi Order and play-flirt with him in the same breath. The silence the fifth time Obi-Wan asked him his name, his real name, the one a parent gave him.

The tears the last time he gave it to him.

"And you're always trying to save me," Vader adds more forcefully now, like the words anger him, "you're always here, showing up almost every time I'm sent somewhere with your stupid smile and stupid words, and you're always nice, and... and teasing, and disappointed when I kill someone, like you expect me to be better, and I don't understand you, but..."

Vader raises his hand towards him, and it's only this sudden move that shakes Obi-Wan out of his stupor. Before the Sith can touch his leg, Obi-Wan calls his lightsaber to him, ignites it in one fluid motion, half-expecting Vader to be up and swaying his saber in his face by now. But the Sith is still on his knees, and it's only now that the blue light of his blade is above him that Obi-Wan realises the state he's in. His face isn't the only thing bruised and battered: his dark tunic is stained with blood and ripped in more than one place, one of his arms is bent in an unnatural way, and it looks like a cut above his hairline is still bleeding, making his curls stick to his face in a mess of wet hair and burned skin.

"Vader," Obi-Wan says slowly, when his thoughts finally regain a semblance of coherence. A rapid investigation through the Force assures him that no other enemy is around and the calm and quiet of the night in the Temple isn't a prequel for a storm. "How did you get in here? What are you doing here? How—"

Vader's hand, stuck in the space between them, reaches once again for Obi-Wan. Foolishly, Obi-Wan lets him. His fingers twist themselves in the fabric of his pants.

"He made me killed them all.” Vader wobbles on his knees for a second, the hand on Obi-Wan's leg gripping it tighter. “No platoons, no battle droids. Just me. He sent me to the power station and I cut through them so easily, so quickly, they didn't even fight back, and I didn't think that..." he trails off, panting. "Until.... until I saw the electro-whips." 

"Are you talking about Naphtla?" he asks when Vader doesn't seem to be able to continue.

Naphtla. Outer Rim. Barely on the Republic radar until this afternoon, when nearby troops answered a distress signal and found a hidden Separatist power station operated by slaves. A third of them were dead, killed only a few hours before, and the survivors turned to the Republic for immediate support. Slaughtered like animals, the rescue team reported to the Council only a few hours ago, by one single man wielding a red lightsaber. According to witnesses, the darksider cut through the slaves like bantha butter, killing everyone in his path without discrimination, until he stopped for no apparent reason and abruptly left.

"You were the one who killed the people at the station there," Obi-Wan realises out loud, horrified, "the slaves from Zygerria."

Vader snaps his head up and his fingers tighten painfully around Obi-Wan's knee. "I DIDN'T KNOW!"

All Obi-Wan's senses and logical thoughts urge him to back out, put an end to this nonsensical charade, raise his lightsaber between them, get away from the dark, hungry void Vader generates in the Force.

But his eyes are looking up to him. Gripping his gaze with the same intensity as his hand on his leg. Bloodied face and pleading, on his knees. Full of tears.

Obi-Wan doesn't push Vader's hand away.

"I didn't know they were slaves, I didn't!"

"Vader."

"He never said! He sent me without telling him, he knows I don't—" A small noise sounding suspiciously like a sob swallows the rest of his words.

"Vader, who sent—"

"When I came back," he tries again, quieter. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to ask about this he, but Vader's head lolls for a second, too heavy to support, before butting gently against Obi-Wan's leg. Vader makes no effort to move, content to stay there, and after a second, a small, almost timid nuzzle against his thigh sends a series of shivers through Obi-Wan's spine. It shuts him up instantly. "When I came back, he looked at me for so, so long, before saying that he knew, he knew I was going to fail, that I was... just like them after all, and that I could never... And I was so mad, so angry at him, so I... I..."

The last words are muffled by the fabric Vader clings to. Hides into. There's blood on Obi-Wan's pants now.

"What have you done, Vader?" Obi-Wan asks, softer than he intended. "Vader," he asks again when no reply comes, without success. The hand not holding his lightsaber moves, hesitates for a moment, then settles lightly on Vader's hair, mindful not to touch any open wounds. His fingers nudge him to tip his head back, gently, carefully, and settle on his cheek to hold his face up, looking at him. "Anakin." His name, his true name, makes him blink a few times. "Anakin, what have you done?"

"I killed him," he finally admits, barely audible. He looks exhausted, more like a child in need of rest than ever.

"Who did you kill?"

"My master."

"Dooku? You killed Dooku?"

"No," Vader— Anakin frowns, like Obi-Wan should know better. "Sidious."

It's a bit much to process in one day. Another Sith Lord, Vader's master, concealed and kept a secret, now dead, killed by his apprentice —and does that make Vader the ruling Sith Lord now? Do Sith have rulers?— the lightness in the Force the same day, a half-dead Vader begging for help in the middle of the night in the Jedi Temple, and all of that while Obi-Wan is still wearing his ugly slippers.

He's so glad he sent Ahsoka away for the night.

Anakin doesn't let him time to feel the migraine coming.

"I can't do it, I can't be my master, I can't— and Dooku hates me, he will never help me, even if I let him have it all, he will never..." Vader seems to run out of steam, and lets his eyes close as his head falls once again against Obi-Wan's thigh. Closer. "You said you could help me. You said I could come to you at any time. You said you would always be there if I didn't want to... do this, anymore."

"I did," Obi-Wan assures him, his hand lightly petting his hair again.

Anakin lets out a long breath. His fingers tighten on the fabric of Obi-Wan's pants, loosen, and tighten again.

"You're the only one I trust," the Sith quietly tells the Jedi, and it's the saddest thing Obi-Wan has ever heard.

#appleslakesandeuchre #(I changed the end of your prompt a bit I hope it’s fine with you) #asks #obikin #clem's aus #fic i will never write #always a sith anakin au #ahsoka the next morning is HORRIFIED to find a sith on the couch #like 'I knew you had a huge soft spot for him but really master? REALLY?' #obi-wan 'shh don't raise your voice at him' #fic i did write