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Come Back (Obi Wan x Reader) | Part 2/2

Rating: T (Teen and Up Audiences)

Type: Angst

Summary:  About a year later since Reader was last seen, word comes to the Jedis that there is a new Sith Lord that has been building a reputation on killing Jedi Masters. Obi Wan is sent to investigate.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Swearing, deviations from canon, descriptions of violence, death.

A/N: Really poorly written, I apologize but my mind is all over with uni work

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Dagobah.

A new Sith Lord had been tormenting the galaxy for the past few months, taking villages at a time in search of Jedi Masters, or so the word ran. As it had been made known by the Council, this Sith hasn’t taken a single civilian life but rather targeted the Jedis that would come to defend them. Almost as if luring them to their deaths.

Mace Wu managed to detect a pattern in the planets this Sith Lord visited and deduced that Dagobah was the logical subsequent destination.

It was a rupture in the path of civilian planets the Sith had visited: Dagobah was one of the purest locations in the galaxy, one of the strongest with the Force, Qui-Gon had taught him once, only ever visited by Jedis – the perfect trap.

Obi-Wan felt a dutiful need to be the one to fly out to this planet and be the one fighting with the Sith and, hopefully, bring an end to their destruction.

Dagobah’s ground was hard to walk in, the mud and soft soil pulling at each of Obi-Wan’s steps made his expedition all the harder and slower. He was alone, only accompanied by trees and the animal lifeforms that inhabited the planet, but there was something else.

Just as he had expected the Force was strong on this location, both Living and Cosmic. All of his senses were enhanced and his head felt in a state between euphoria and bliss, and he had to focus harder in the task in hand and not let the Force have that sort of effect in him.

Then, from his right side, he felt the quick passing of a presence, no voice, no sound of running, just a passing presence – he stayed still, looking around him with his blue eyes, ready in anticipation of the presence returning.

And sure enough, it did. He felt it on his left side, then behind him and finally at his front, where it stayed beaming through the atmosphere as if beckoning him closer.

Igniting his lightsaber, Obi-Wan uses its light to guide him through the bushes and hung plants that fell in front of his face. The energy growing stronger with each step he carefully took forward until a faint red gleam starting to show through the thick mist.

The closer he got, the easier it was to make up a shape ahead of him, a human one. A cloak draped over your head and shoulders cast a shadow over your features that prevented him from making out the face of the person that he was about to oppose. They had dark leather knee-high boots with absolutely no scratches, a clear indicator that no one had managed to strike them there, what was normally the part most people forgot to protect – they were experienced.

“I must say, your reputation precedes you.” He shouts over so that his voice can cross the safety distance between the both of them. The Sith remains stoic, in a wide leg stance facing the Jedi General, no answer to be heard.

“You’ve killed plenty of Jedi Masters, on your own. I have to say, I’m impressed.” He tries to make conversation with the person in front of them in hopes of at least hearing their voice but they are giving him nothing, so he steps closer, slowly, gripping his lightsaber tighter.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yours-“ he doesn’t even finish the sentence as the Sith raises their arms and brings it down almost striking Obi-Wan weren’t it for his fast reflexes. The blades clash and sparks fly between them and the Sith forces their path forward continuously attempting to strike his upper body. He deviates every hit quickly as he keeps stepping back.

The clashes and sparks that fly let some light reach the Sith’s face but it’s still not enough to see their faces completely.

Then, Obi-Wan quickly charges forward at the Sith, but they beat him to the punch and block his swing towards their neck. The Sith shoved him off and backed away from him, keeping their defence up, waiting for Obi-Wan to make the next move. He swings at the Sith’s torso, but their attack is quickly deflected it and he is shoved back once more.

He goes in on the Sith once more, rotating the lightsaber behind his back before going in for their right side, an attack that always proved itself to be efficient as the swing was unexpected most of the time but he is beyond shocked as his torso is struck on his left side just as his blade swings over his head.

He lets out a grunt of pain, stumbling back, looking up at the Sith with wide eyes.

It can’t be. Only 3 people, besides himself, are familiar with this move.

It can’t be.

Looking down at the blood that gushes trails out of his wound he forces a two handgrip of the handle of his lightsaber before charging ahead at the Sith. They mimic their actions, weapons gripped on opposites side as they clash forward and stay there, trying to push the other away, and that’s when he sees it.

The light irradiating from the contact of the blades irradiates the Sith’s face from below the cloak’s hood and weren’t it for his rational mind and the possibility of dying then and there, Obi-Wan would’ve dropped the lightsaber to the floor.

“Y/N.” He whispers, looking you in the eyes through the blades. He is angry, any softness in his face and heart gone and instead replaced by the rage of knowing that you, of all people, a Jedi yourself would’ve done all this.

Pushes you back with more force than you were expecting and you fall back into the floor, hood leaving your head and revealing you in all of your glory.

Obi-Wan looks down at you, blade at your throat, illuminating your features. Your face was thinner, sharper than before, eyes darker and heavier on their sockets. Not that you’d lost weight but rather as if the life and brightness that you once sported had been drained out of you, leaving you a shell of what you once were.

“I knew they’d send you, eventually.” You hiss up at him, face challenging, breathing heavily “They were running out of Masters, it was only a matter of time before they sent the almighty General.”

“What the hell do you want?” he asks desperately down at you. His heart aching at the situation.

“What I want, General Kenobi… is to end the Jedis. Starting with you.” With a swift movement, you strike your lightsaber up and jump to your feet, delivering blow after blow to the Jedi’s blade.

“There is no reason for you to do this Y/N.” he speaks between clashes.

“NO REASON?” You shout over your own attack “You Jedis sent me to die away from your precious temple!”

“We didn’t send you to die, it was what was necessary.” your blade stops a blow of Obi-Wan’s coming from above.

“Necessary?” you push him away with brutal force. “How fucking dare you?”

That notion of his, that it was a necessary measure to send you away with not even a goodbye and rather a cold shoulder struck a nerve in you, raising your hand and flicking it at Obi-Wan, his lightsaber flying from his hand and before he even has time to react your raise your hand and the Force pins him to the tree right behind him.

He is struggling to breathe and holds his throat as a way to try and alleviate some kind of pressure. You weren’t this powerful the last time he saw you. Sure you were a magnificent Jedi Master, one of the best, but your use of the force had grown stronger and sharper – deadlier.

Your voice is coarse, bubbling with rage, and your hand unmovable as you step towards him.

“Have you ever been in an exile pod? Have you ever been throw to the ends of the galaxy with no means to ever get back? I reached out to the Sith Order where I landed. They gave me everything the Jedis couldn’t. They made me stronger, and they aren’t blinded by a code as ridiculous as the one of the Jedis.”

“They made you deadlier.” He mutters

“Is that supposed to be a bad thing? The Jedi Order spent their time limiting our abilities. No emotion, no passion, no chaos, no death? That’s bullshit.”

“Y/N…” Your rage rises as you speak and your grip on his throat grows tighter, the Force shrinking his airways.

“How many creatures have you killed General Kenobi?” you snap at him, your hair rustling with the movement “In all of your years as a Jedi, how many creatures have you killed? Because my guess is pretty fucking high.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t answer, rather averting your daring gaze.

“Jedis are just Siths with a God complex, and it was only a matter of time before I realized it.”

With a sudden movement of his legs, Obi-Wan kicks you in your stomach, sending you tumbling back and the grip on his throat dissolves away. In a split second, you both reach for your lightsabers and stand in a fighting stance in front of each other, just a few feet away.

“Don’t make me kill you.” He grunts, looking you in the eye.

“You’ll die trying.”

You charge at him, swinging with all your might hoping to hit him in all the places that hurt the most, despite a silver of love for him still remaining in your subconscious, holding you back from delivering the ultimate blow just yet.

One of your swings was unsuccessful and Obi-Wan ends up delivering a deep cut in your shoulder, lightsaber falling down on the mud. On the following second, he moved and cut you in your calf, right through the leather, making you collapse to the ground in pain. 

It’s his turn to raise his hand in the direction of your body, holding you still to the ground, the bright blue blade of his weapon disappearing, remaining only the handle.

With his steady hand, he gets close to you, kneeling one knee close to your body.

“I did love you, you know.” he huffed out, his injury and the tiredness that the fight had caused weighing down on him.

Below his hand, you were still trying to fight his hold, unsuccessful as the strength that you are trying to conjure rather turns into pain once it contracts your injured muscles and you wince in pain.

“I was supposed to tell you that morning but then we got called in and you know what happened. It wasn’t right to say it back.”

“Always following the fucking Code.” You throw your head back the pain starting to be too much. You couldn’t be bothered with this soft talk right now. Maybe once you did, maybe once you yearned for it. But that you died a year ago.

“You were such an amazing girl.” His free knuckle brushed a stray hair out of your forehead, tainted with sweat. “Y/N, come back. Remember who you were.”

“A Jedi puppet, that’s who I was. I’m free now and I will take down every single one of you, you can’t stop me.” Your growl at him, face hard and challenging despite the pain that you hid behind your eyes.

“Don’t make me kill you.” He bites down his lip and you swear you saw a tear glisten at the corner of his eyes “Please.”

“It’s only a matter of time before the Republic falls, General Kenobi.”

“You leave me no choice.” Trying to keep the hold of his strong facade, Obi-Wans shaky breathing betrayed him as it exited his body when he reached for the handle of his lightsaber and pressed it against your stomach, but he hesitates.

“Do it, you coward.” You mutter, a sentence that could be confused for a plea by the way it was said.

“I will…” he takes a dry gulp, fearing his next action and the ultimate consequence he knows it’ll bring. “do what I must.”

And then, in that moment, the blade in his lightsaber ignites, trespassing you from how close it was to your stomach, practically pressed against you, delivering you a quick and painless death, the one act of love Obi-Wan could possibly carry out at that moment.

Your soul left your body not with a scream but with a slow breath, your frame relaxing beneath him, your eyes falling lifeless. Finally falling to both of his knees, all the pent of emotions of this encounter and the pain that he had lived with since the day you were sent to exile come rushing up and he succumbs to the tears that he was trying to hold back.

Silently sobbing, he gently pulls your head on top of his knees, gently stroking your wet cheeks and the face that he once adored so much, now forever cold under his touch. Leaning down, a few stray strands of hair falling from his head, Obi-Wan closes his eyes as he lays a long and warm kiss on your forehead, before his own connecting with yours.

And there he laid for a few hours, holding the only person who ever managed to come the closest to his heart now dead in his arms having destroyed herself and the people he owed his life too.

A broken Pietá, that could make any romantic weep, had they known their story.

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prompt #37 - Jedi are like Magpies and love their clones

sorry we haven’t posted in forever! to make up for it, i’m posting one of our longest and detailed prompts (maybe even the longest)- this came from a LONG discussion a few weeks back, and it was a lot of fun. this idea morphed a ton, and it became this huge thing. this is personally my favorite one, so hope you enjoy!

Jedi collect trinkets and wear them!!! Hand them to others as a very important gift

The Clones dont really get it, but they are happy

The jedi make them things like jewelry, keychains, little beaded things, colored strings, they’ll give them feathers, you name it 

Its another way to show that they are individuals, and that the jedi know them specifically 

The veteran clones have long keychain type things and the shiny clones want them very much and it’s something they look forward to 

The padawans hand the commanders things and being sad when the CC’s tell them they can’t take them into battle 

Krell gets found out earlier.

“Okay, look, i know krell is… well, he is *something* and i don’t want to accuse a master of the order but have you looked at his men?! where the hell are their keychains?!”

The padawans stage a protest at the senate because how else are they going to make sure that their troops know they are loved and get their trinkets 

This idea can get angsty really quickly (finding trinkets after battles, in ship crashes, or post-order 66), but we won’t do that because of how angsty this server already is, we need some fluff sometimes

Palaptine can commit self delete 

Clones will paint armor for padawans cause that is how they show honor and stuff 

The clones, upon figuring out what they mean, give their jedi trinkets also

Mirialan padawan holding armor they got: “ITS GREEN LIKE ME!” 

There are little figurines, some painted rocks, some little shiny things found on the battlefield

The clones who aren’t as good with their hands singing songs or telling stories

The jedi record them and keep them on little datachips that they keep on them at all times

Barriss doesn’t go bad because this is happy time

The jedi padawans start a riot / protest outside the senate building because some clones got their trinkets taken away by asshole civilians because they’re “not human”, just copies

The (now very pissed off) jedi sprung into action

If a snooty senator(s) takes away a clone’s trinket, the jedi just sit back and grind to a halt. Because if the clones, the PEOPLE WHO PROTECT THE REPUBLIC, are gonna get treated like that, the war can wait 

The jedi knights and masters just meditate wherever the padawans are protesting

This is done to ‘keep the peace’

If anakin hears a snooty senator degrade the clones, he starts ranting and shouting about their individuality and accomplishments, while pointing at each trinket.

Someone live streams this

Luminara joins in (barriss is right behind) 

Aayla too 

Luminara, anakin, aayla, tag teamed shouted speech 

Ahsoka and barriss are being held back by the CC’s (ahsoka is making some very crude hand gestures and barriss is like “i can name every bone in your body as i break it” - cause barriss has all that healer knowledge) 

Once these three are done, mace windu comes along with the council. They think mace is going to scold the three of them until mace starts shouting at the senators too. The council just lets mace do all the talking. 

This is the most watched live stream this year. It’s very funny and starts a ton of memes (obi wans face, yoda meditating, the look of “oh shit” on the original snooty senator’s face, the look of surprise on everyone when mace starts shouting too - there is also a gif made of the council looking at the situation, looking at themselves (mostly mace) and then they all step back to let mace do the talking, the clones faces when they see that three jedi and then the jedi high council are defending them)

Mace, rolling up his sleeves: “okay let’s do this” 

The senators: backing away in fear 

Obi wan might commit a war crime right now because no way people can talk about his troops like that

Obi wan: “am i allowed to kill a senator?”

Cody: “General, do not-”

This whole thing leads to a massive debate and overwhelmingly good PR for the jedi and clones

Shady sheev doesn’t like that. Good PR for the jedi? No thank you. But since this is a fixit he gets his ass kicked later on so everything’s fine (skeevy sheev has to scramble to try to fix his plans though) 

All the padawans from that one lightsaber episode (the one on ilum where the younglings got their kyber crystals) are there and SHIT’S GOING DOWN

Petro in particular is very close to kicking someone’s ass 

Caleb dume is there also.

“Master depa said we should never raise our blades in revenge or anger. But this is not revenge.” this is war, this is justice, this is defense of a defenseless group 

Padme also joins in all of this (but much more calmly)

She also might make some passive aggressive comments about the snooty senators trash outfit 

She and all her senator friends are gonna blacklist the original culprit 

Padme and bail organa (they also got help from many jedi) put in the clone rights bill the next day

In the halls outside the debate chamber, padme threatens to gut people with her hair pins if they don’t vote in her favor

sure, it’s *technically* extortion, but come on, who’s gonna stop her? those pins are pointy y’all

Anakin tried to help draft / present the bill but he spent most of his time ranting about the injustices the clones have to face (leia had to get it from someone)

Anakin, out of breath: “AND ALL YOU SENATORS JUST SIT HERE, DOING NOTHING, WHEN THEY’RE OUT THERE DYING FOR YOU-” 

Padme: “okay ani i got this, drink some water please” 

Ahsoka also jumps in 

Plo, who’s watching the debate: “little ‘soka, please don’t hurt anyone” (but he’s not about to stop her, after all these are his sons we’re talking about) 

If someone said “well they’re not slaves?” anakin would go OFF. if you thought he was angry before… you got another thing coming.

“I AM A FREED SLAVE! I KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE! THESE MEN HAVE LESS RIGHTS THAN I DID AS A SLAVE!” 

If the public doesn’t know about his childhood before, they do now

Imagine the shock 

Padme: “Ani, deep breaths, it’s gonna be okay.” 

Also padme, to the other senators: “well i mean he’s not wrong you assholes”

Padme is also making very well timed comments and suggestions. It’s the most successful day she’s had since she became senator

She’s also revealing all the senators’ dirty secrets

Padme: “oh, senator so-and-so, i released all your finances and your voting history on the holonet. I’m sure your supporters will love that you’re embezzling funds. Oh, you lost your support? Tragic.” 

The jedi also have dirt on everyone and they just casually let everything slip like they weren’t secrets 

Shady sheev Palpacreep is in his little podium thing during the debate, and he is very pissed, because his plan is getting ruined, but he can’t let it show or else people will discover the truth about him

Anakin: “isn’t it great that we’re finally doing something about it?” 

Sheev, pained: “Of course-” 

This whole debate is still live streamed - and it’s very popular

The senate who made the original comment and started all of this is #cancelled 

This is the greatest thing the galaxy has ever seen / watched because drama 

If a jedi dies, and they aren’t brought back to the temple, they are burned with the other dead on the battlefield. Young padawans take their master’s trinkets in remembrance, wanting to follow their path and have tangible proof that the master passed into the force but that they left their mark in the world

You do not burn the trinkets. Krell tried once. It almost started a jedi civil war (maybe that’s how he gets found out) 

Or maybe krell was found out because he gives zero trinkets to his men, and everyone caught on and were like “hey wtf man” 

But if you wanna make it angsty ( cough cough umbara ) then krell tells the 501st to remove / burn / throw out their trinkets or he’d do it for them 

He gives them an example by slicing a very special one that anakin and ahsoka both gave to rex 

Krell also slices one of dogma’s. It was the only one dogma had because  he was newish to the battalion at the time and wasn’t sure if accepting the trinkets was against regs or not. Krell slashes it and dogma doesn’t say anything but there were tears in his eyes 

All the jedi who find out what happened replace all the trinkets so fast. They also give krell’s men a shit ton of presents.

Krell’s men have no idea what to do with them, but they are so touched a few shed tears when they get them 

The clones get small tattoos of patterns that the little padawans drew for the men

The tattoos are small because some of them *might* just be random squiggles but the padawans looked so happy the clones just had to get them tattooed

Anakin orders japor wood with padme's bank account to make snippets for the clones because it’s not only a jedi thing, it’s from anakin's homeworld - and that’s like the highest praise you can get from him

The clones might not know exactly what it means but they know its super special 

Padme figures out a way to buy japor wood in bulk. Anakin is very touched by this 

When snooty senators start badmouthing clones, yoda just sits there and meditates to drive the senators nuts

“Sitting, i am, because stand you bitches, i cannot” 

Padme gets many trinkets from the 501st because they all *know* about her and anakin

Any trinkets that she gets she likes to incorporate into her outfits (like the warrior fashionista that she is) 

She embroiders some of them into her dresses and hairpieces 

They both get a TON of trinkets when the twins are born

Padme also gives trinkets to the 501st, some of the 212th, and all of the coruscant guard. Especially fox cause she sees all the work he does and the senators he has to deal with 

She’s besties with the coruscant guard. Like yeah, she knows the 501st and they know about her and anakin (and she’s one of them because of it) but the guard is who she’s always with

She probably wore red on debate day to represent them

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OC list of the MMO LESBIAN

SarapAlexandria Duvel <3 Vette

Sith Warrior

Human, brown short hair, 1,78, D cups, she likes dressin on armor that is bulkier than a tank or in a tank top and leggings. Dark eyes and light skin

Lesbian. LOVES toys in bed

Headcannons

Has a personal Dreagnough that she uses as a colliseum. She has taken into training new sith in combat. More than her apprentices they are more of gladiators for her to fight.

Kinda crazy. Likes to bounce around and do Tons of damage. She is feroucios about defending the Empire and believes that the republic is doomed. Has archived the impossible more than a dozen times so no plan is to crazy or stupid for her. Gratefully, her wife knows what is too stupid or too crazy and so she fixes those plans so her big sith girl can go fight monsters and other people.

Married Vette. Only she can make her laught so much that she forgets she is angry. The tiny girl is so adorable and so cute and jsut so horny for Alexandria that the two of them spend 3 months on a horny induced honeymoon. Even now after the war with zakuul they keep having more honeymoons whenever they get the chance.

She wasnt all that hurt by Quinns betratal. Like, hey man fatman told you to kill me so no biggie- But from now on you are my bitch and i will bully you over all this k?

Jaesa kinda bugs her. She is Dark side but not SO crazy but still she is kinda...tiny. Alexandria likes to challenge her to crazy stuff and she always gets on trouble with her, but Jaesa is so young and sometimes weak that 

Pierce is her best freind. A total madman when it comes to battle, a blootthirsty man that will not doubt in choosing violence but also super trusthworthy and she knows he will stop her from getting killed in stupid ways

For her Broonmark is her fluffy monster! Just point release and watch blood by spilled. She makes him shower after every bottle and use proucts on his hair cause she likes how soft he gets.

She remains a free agent causing chaos everywhere. She is not quick to kill always tho. If she got a good fight with someone she will usually let them live so they can fight again.

She is the most sexually proactive girl around. She will get every pair of cute or hot tiddies on a bed along side Vette. She is a bit dom and doesnt like playing sub, but she will play passive.

Master of Shien and Juyo, she likes to go crazy with a lightsaber and destroying the place but doesnt really like dual wielding

Seraphine <3 Temple

Sith Agent. New code name: Specter

Cyborg, mostly internal components on her eye, brain and bones. 1,96M, Long hair, usually red but she likes dying it. C cups, She wishses to get more tits but she has to be stealthy. She likes using loose clothes with lots of cleavege. She isnt a fan of bras.

Lesbian Switch. Likes bondage and public stuff. She can and will play any part on roleplay. From the scared virgin to the cruel dominatrix

Headcannons

A master of hidding on plain sight. Seraphine is the kind of woman who blends everywhere. She likes attention from the spotlight just to let it go 5 minutes later. She has the talent of being so likeable that any girl that gets close to her on bed, never gets mad with her for leaving or just going for another girl. She also has a perfect memory and will remember how you like to be touch, how much you moan or what kind of cnadies you like when you are on your days. She is as soft as she is Ruthless. She has never regret killing anyone for more than an hour. Unless she kils someone she has slept with she will pull the triger no matter what. This includes civilians, wounded and allies. After Chapter 3 she left the identity of Cypher 9 and became a shadow agent for the Empire. Her new code name: Specter. 

After the War with Zakuul she was left on charge ofthe Alliance by Darth Nox. Both the Ex Imperial Wrath and the Supreme Huntress stayed behind with her. 

She doesnt like Kaliyo. No. She is no fun. She likes to hurt and doesnt look after girls. She was particulary angry at her at the start because she would try to get on the way of her time with other girls. So Seraphine got Kaliyo a cute chasity belt and allowed her to focus on chaos outside the bedroom. That way they both can get what they want. Chaos and attention.

Vector is her special little guy. Confident. Trusthworthy. But really fun to mess up with. Seraphine tells him to do weird stuff just to get a laught at weird situation. She also helps him send money for Killik Joiners. She likes that he is simple

Lokin is a weird guy for Seraphine.He could do a lot of stuff with the ragkghoul virus but she likes that he is quiet and calm. She likes trying tea with him

Ensign Temple is the only girl that has kept Seraphine attention span for more than 1 night. She likes her a lot because she cant read her as well as other people and so she makes her angry just to learn more about her. She forgot how it felt to get to know someone through time and so she likes to keep her around. She also likes Temple is super organized and loyal

Seraphine can never choose fast between either a big rifle or a tiny blade under her dress. She likes how chaos erupts after a person gets shots down but she also likes to be close when her target takes their last breath

FUCK SCORPIO UwU

Arthemys Delos <3 Mako

Huntress

Built like a tank, She likes lifting Mako to train her big guns. She is a cyborg with lots of internal components and a cybernetic leg (left) She isnt the tallest girl, she is 169 (nice) but she has the biggest tiddies. She carries two E cups that she loves to put on Mako’s face. She has black short hair

Lesbian 

Total top but wont say no to being topped every know and then

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Money,gambling, explosions and pretty girls, Arthemis cares for little more than that. As long as she can fire guns, gamble money and have a bed with a pretty girl on it she will do an job. She loves hunting animals and will almost never reject a bounty. What she wont do, is just say yes to any quest or mission. She can get money as easy as she can waste it and so throwin credits at her doesnt work. Only if the work isnt something she dislikes or too easy or boring she will do it. She has a few internal implants after playing with grenades when she was young.

Mako is hers. Hers alone. She wont let her go beyon her sight and will actually get restless for being away from her too long. Arthemis is possesive which Mako kinda likes.

The two of them likes being on top of eachother as much as possible but a extra pair of hands or tiddies make them both pretty happy. Most of the time, is actually Mako who gets the girl.

Gault is jsut too fun not to keep around. Arthemis wouldnt call him his best friend becuase she suspects the guys can be bought but he is fun either way. She like getting a lot of money with him and then wasting it all or just not taking the pay,just to mess up with him.

Torian is fun. Sometimes. He is a mandalorian and she likes fighting strong people. But Torian is a bit more serious that she would like. She doesnt like people dying because then she cant fight them again and so she doesnt like some decisions of the mandalorian. But at the end of the day the trust that the two share is one of a brotherhood.

Blizz. God Damm Blizz. When Arthemis got Mako on her bed and then into her family she thought she coulnt be happier. She was wrong. The little jawa makes everything better. As chaotic as her and even weirder than Gault, Arthemis just cant stop keeping the jawa around

YOU READ MY COMMENT ABOUT SCORPIO? WELL THAT X2

Selendis likes using two big guns to shot down her enemies. She doesnt really enjoy going around in huge armor so she keeps herself kinda light. But her armor is still a bit big. Why you ask? Cause she loves the feeling of having not only a flamethrower but also grenades, missiles, hooks and electric weapons all stuffed in her body. 

Selendis <3 Lana and Senya

Sith Inquisitor

Sith girl with piercing orange eus and long amazing black hair. She is 182 and as sith that focus on range combat, she took the luxury of enhancing her breasts to a nice DD cups. She doesnt like jewelry but she has a few tattoos. 

Sorcerer

Lesbian. The one to dom them all.

No amount of girls is too much when it comes to Selendys

A proud, stylish and master manipulator Selendis believes that the empire can be improved but even in its current state is better than the republic. She is patient and ruthless and wont stop until the galaxy is back on order. She left the alliance and took overthe sith empire after letting Acina step down. Seriously, no killing her just “Try and stop me from getting the throne”

Khem Val is her personal monster. A warrior of another time which she swears wont ever be forgotten. She has taken into redacting whatever information the dashade gives her. She has task him ith protecting everyone she deems worthy of her interest

Andronikos is a fun and interesting man. He is a pirate with experience and a code. Hard things to find. Selendis enjoys him being slipery and smartass. She also enjoys the acces to the underworld the man provides. Over all she likes that the betrayed man has once more put his trust on someone. She wont abuse it but she prides herself of it

Ashara. The little puppy. She has learn about the dark side and the sith and yet she keeps herself on a reaching point from the jedi order. Still she has a point of view that is useful and welcome. She has teached her everything useful that she could learnt.

Talos. Oh Talos. A men of science and interest. Selendis has swear to protect the smart man just so he can see for once history being made instead of being discovered. Most of the time she has free, she will spent researching stuff with Talos and discussing history

Xalek. Selendis attack dog. A simple desire of the young Kaleesh allowed Selendis to craft a magnificent Student. Xalek belived that she was a god. And so Selendis tasked Xalek to forget about being a kaleesh god, and instead become a sith god. Strength, power, and victory.

Lana Beniko. From the first time Selendis met Lana she was intrigue. A sith that kept her rage and hate deep withing her, so she could serve the empire better. Selendis wasted no time in seducing the sith and keeping her under her control. But soon Selendis lost control and ended up loving her. Lana became her source of power. She would burn the galaxy for her. She also fancid her cute ass and the way she lost control.

Senya Tirall. Selendis doesnt do well with betrayal. And so after defeating Arcann, she was left quite angry when Senya saved him. So, after the war with Zakuul, Selendis threw Senya into a prison and slowly made her crumble. Telling her that both Arcann and Vaylin were death, Offering herself as the only ally, and then leaving her alone. Selendis broke Senya and put her back together in a way that she would enjoy. Despite being more of a pet than a lover, Selendis does love her in her wn special way, and wont let her be hurt.

REPUBLIC OCS

Cassandra (Cassie) Jedi Knight <3 kIRA She tiny! She is 165, amber eyes,C cups she likes to hide on a sport bra and to fight, she has a few scars over her back and shoulder (horny origin) She specialies on Djem So but likes using two lightsbaers instead of one Lesbian Total Bottom girl. Tsundere (will be all agressive but you pet her once and she will melt on your arms)

T7-01 The crimemaster, Teseven will always be there to push Cassie towards any female individual just so Cassie can stop winning about not having a girlfriend. Each time it works, but Cassie ends up lossing the contact or getting pulled out from plannet by the council

Kira. Or like Cassie likes to call her, babe! Cassie was sweap of her feat by how chaotic her padawan was an how incredible persistent she was on taking baths together, giving eachother massages and just being close. Cassie lasted 2.6 seconds the first time she gave her a kiss and fron that day on, she is either fighting or on her girlfriend’s arms. Kira likes to tease Cassie and on nights she makes sure to give her all of her love

Doc. The best partner. Doc is always there for Cassie, wherever she is doing good or bad. Or doing ilegal or legal stuff. He knows Cassie will jump towards danger and he will be there to help her make the galaxy a better place Rusk. There are few things that Rusk hates more than the empire and one of them is how Cassie jumps on top of his back because she is to tiny to get food by herself. Even then, he will die for his little sister becuase he knows she will defeat the empire some day

Scourge. The big old sith might have forgotten what means love, pain or feelings, but he respects Cassie. He knows that despite her size the little jedi is more than capable of busting whatever walls appear on her way, even if it means tapping on the dark side. 

Bella Jedi consular <3 NADIA

She is a curvy girl. D cps on a tallish girl, 178, with a dump track ass. She is thick and she is SHY about it. She likes baggy clothes so her body doesnt show too much. She feels that healing people with her skills is the best call for her but she also agrees that sometimes throwin a massive bould to minnies is good

Qyzen.  Qyzen and Bella are good frends. Mostly, because Qyzen will gladly shoot anyone who calls Bella on her fat ass, and Bella will drop a boulder on anyone who calls him green skin or lizard. The two of them are the type of people who fixate on stuff and they enjoy their hobbies

Tharan. To be honest. Bella didnt think it thorugh when she got Tharan to come with. She was doing it mosly out of pity and because she needed some help. But mostly she just liked Holiday and would be more interested on keeping her rather than him. 

Zenith. Oh dear Zenith. Bella enjoys Zenith attiude. There is little more than that. She isnt as extremist as he is, but she knows that he will do everything on his power to defeat the empire and protect the inocent

Iresso. Oh Ireso is fun. Bella likes to bully him in little wyas. Sometimes she will just pick something ilegal to do to get on his nerves. Thats alls. Well he is all good and good for fights but Bella likes how correct he is and that she can make him mad

Nadia: Her love. Her mistress. Her everything. Everyone has thirsted for her body, and so Bella usually isnt ready to believe most words of love and affection, but Nadia persisted for months, being almost addicted to her body. And so one day Bella let her padawan into her bedroom and cried over her love. Nadia is the type of girl who will devote her heart and soul to her love. She CANT keep her hands off Bella’s body tho, which makes it hard for her to keep clean underwear around

NEW OCS FROM THE NOT PC OCS GAME. 

PRESENTING. THE ARTIST

Sarah Novadust

The lead singer and dancer of the Imperial Idol group “Royal Novas” 

A tallish girl (175cm) a bit petite looking but upclose you notice she has a good pair of thighs and some nice ass. She has GOLDEN hair. Not blonde. Golden. She keeps it on a long ponytail that reaches all the way back to her ass. She is a human girl of 22 years old with Purple eyes due to some alien grandparents

She leads the Royal Nova an Idol Group originated on the Empire. The group is formed by her, 3 back up singers, 5 back up dancers, 2 guitars, piano, drums, violin, and 1 trumpet. The 15 girls are all REAL close to Sarah.. More on that later

Sarah was born on Sarapin. She worked on being an artist since she was young, but when she was around 15 she was blacklisted from most musical firms on the republic over a incident with a manager that wanted to taste her body. Sarah left to spent some times with friends back on Balmorra when the empire attacked. FOr a couple of years she layed low working on some cantinas singing to earn a living. It was there when some sith lady saw her and brought her to Kaas City. Sarah would keep singing for more and more excentic public until she had the favour of enough people that she could stay safe and solo. Then after saving up for some time, she went and convinved a few sith lords and sith officers to put some credits on for a full on idol group. She invited friends and scouted for talent all over the galaxy

As an artist, Sarah likes mixing her young excitement with imperial overconfidense. She knows that playing it safe wont work and so she makes every song and perfomance into a way to improve herself more and more. With a big group of girls to help her she has managed to perform or even Dark council members and Senators from the republic. 

As a young woman, Sarah attracts a lot of people. She isnt the most strong willed person, nor she is particulary aggresive. That is excaclty the reason why each and every member of the Royal Novas is madly in love with her. Each girl looks over their leader as a little kitten to be protected. Of course, Sarah doesnt mind the attention and as long everyone plays nice, she will open her heart to the entire group. With 22 years old, a massive fallowing, more credits that she can count and a polyamourous relationship with 14 girls, Sarah's life is just the best

#swtor #swtor oc #star wars oc #starwars oc #Star Wars The Old Republic #star wars: the old republic

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Comfort from Nightmares

Paring: Cal Kestis x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Death, violence, sooo much agnst. Like a litle fluff at the end tho!

Summary: Reader can’t sleep and (our softest boi) Cal takes it upon himself to help. 

A/N: The plan was to write something fluffy but then I watched a sad movie and apparently and had to channel the pent up angst somehow. I swear the next fic with Cal will be the fluffiest thing to ever exist. 

Masterlist

Sleeping had been hard for you since you had fled the Jedi Temple all those years ago. But a mix of violent nightmares and constant fear of being killed as soon as you let your guard down would be enough to keep anyone up at night. There were some nights where sleep was impossible, and tonight was one of those nights.

You sat on your cot; legs crossed. The hum of the Mantis’s engines created a white noise that blocked everything else out. With your eyes closed, you began taking deep breaths. If you couldn’t sleep, then you were determined to meditate. But on nights like these, peace was impossible to find. As you centred yourself in the force you felt your concentration slip and then you were thrown into a vision of the past, one that you had far too many times.

You ran and you didn’t dare take a moment to look back. You gripped your small lightsaber tightly. It was useless now, having been broken while trying to defend yourself from a clone, but you felt safer holding it. You needed to find your master, you were scared and had no clue what was going on. Despite being a padawan it was moments like these you felt like a youngling again. The further you ran the more corpses you came across and the more your mind threatened to shut down on you. What had your master taught you again? Peace within battle? But how were you supposed to find peace when you kept spotting the terrified faces of your friends littered among the dead. You desperately tried to find that peace your master spoke so often of but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t block out the grief and fear. So, you continued to do the one thing you knew how. Run.

When your legs were threatening to give out you felt a mental tug, it had to be your master reaching out to your through the force bond you shared. You let the force guide you as you ran down the maze of halls until you were met with the sight of your master slouched against a wall. Even as young as you were you could tell that he was dying. He beckoned you closer to him and in a weak voice, he spoke. “My dear Padawan I fear our training has been cut short. Before I pass allow me to share one more lesson.”

You ran to him and knelt down at his side, the panic worse that it had it been throughout this whole ordeal. “No master! We’ll get out of this, you’ll be fine. You can’t leave me yet, I still have so much to learn!” You chocked out. You couldn’t stop the tears any longer. They flowed freely down your cheeks and then dripped gently onto the floor.

“This lesson is about loss. A lesson that one as young as yourself should never have to learn. You will feel grief you’ve never experienced before and you will feel like giving up dear padawan, but even with the most painful of ends, there is a new beginning. After tonight all you know, and love will be gone but you go out into the world and continue to do good and help those who cannot help themselves. This is not your end Padawan it’s simply the start to your own grand adventure in this galaxy. And if you feel as lost as I often do when I start something new, know that I will always be with you.” He paused for a moment as he searched his robes for something. Eventually, he pulled out a small Datapad and placed it into your hands. “This holds the key to your survival. Now run before you are found.”

It broke your heart to turn away from your master, to leave him there to die alone. But when he said to run you ran. It was when you were safely hidden outside the Jedi Temple when you finally felt him die.

You groaned and rested your head against the wall, tears wetting your sleeve as you whipped them away. You looked to your bedside table; in the dark, you could barely make out the outline of your lightsaber. It was still broken, all these years and you had never bothered to fix it or rebuilt it. After surviving that night, you had felt like you were hardly worthy to wield such a powerful weapon. Most days you couldn’t even bring yourself to touch the thing without feeling waves of guilt and sadness. You left in view with the hope that one day you’d heal enough to be able to use it again. To be able to go out and help the galaxy like the Jedi. It was supposed to be a symbol of hope but tonight it was just a painful reminder.

You stood and slipped a warm robe over your nightclothes. You quietly stepped out of your small room. You expected to be alone but when you entered the main living area of the Mantis but Cal greeted you with a sleepy smile. “What are you doing up so late?” he said stifling a yawn.

“Nightmares. Why are you up Cal?” you asked but you had a feeling you already knew the answer.

“Just couldn’t sleep,” he replied. He looked down at a small pot of water that was currently boiling. “Want some tea?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you answered doing your best to give him a small smile. He picked up the small pot and poured the hot water into two small cups that he must have laid out before. He held out the cup and you took it enjoying the warmth it radiated. You followed him down the steps and then took your usual position on the couch. With your knees pulled up against your chest you sipped at your tea. “You already had two cups out, did you know I was awake?”

He shrugged as he leaned up against you. “I had a feeling.” You enjoyed his touch, it was comforting, it always had been. This had become a common occurrence when you both found yourselves sleepless. You felt yourself relax, although the feeling of grief that had been with you since your attempt to meditate never faded. “Were they worse than usual tonight?” he asked quietly his eyes reflecting an amount of concern you had only seen on a few other occasions.

“What makes you think that?” you ask taking another sip of the tea.

“You’re crying,” he gently pointed out. He set his cup down on the coffee table used a thumb to wipe your tears away. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

All it took was his hand taking yours for you to start telling him everything. “It’s not just in my dreams now, I get these vivid visions of that night when I meditate. The more I heal my connection with the worse they become. Where I used to find peace is only the guilt of leaving my master to die and the grief of having to continue on without him.” You had managed to get the words out between choked sobs. You had never been at talking about these nightmares.

Cal may not have had the same experience, but he was all too familiar with those emotions. He pulled you into a tight and comforting embrace. He tucked your head under his chin and gently ran his hand through your hair as you cried. He wished he could take your pain away. He wished there was something he could say to make all troubles go away, but he knew from his own experience that there wasn’t. So, he made a silent promise to himself then, he may not be able to take your pain away, but he could do everything in his power to help you through it. You had been there for him many a night, helping him work through his troubles. Now it was his turn to be there for you. So, he made a promise to himself. He promised to be there to comfort you when you were at you were feeling broken and spend every moment, he could trying to make you happy. “You should get some rest,” he quietly mumbled.

“We both know that’s impossible,” you protested face still buried against his chest.

“What if we sleep together tonight?” he suggested. If you could have seen his face, there would be no mistaking the small blush the crept up his cheeks. “You might sleep better if you’re not alone.”

You just nodded. You were incredibly tired, and you could feel a headache coming on. Cal leaned back laying down on the couch and he gently tugged your hand prompting you to lay on top of him. You were far too tired blush at the contact as you rested against him. It only took moments for sleep to start taking you. But instead of the usual anxiety, you felt there was only peace. There was something magical about Cal’s embrace, something so soothing about being able to hear his heartbeat. But what finally lulled you to sleep was his hand running through your hair.

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You were woken up the next morning by a gentle shake. Bleary-eyed you sat up and without thinking grabbed the cup that was being offered to you. You could hear Cere and Greez in the kitchen behind you and if front of you Cal stood grinning. “Have any more nightmares?” he asked.

You had to think for a moment, but you couldn’t stop a grin from appearing on your own face when you answered. “No, I didn’t!”

“Good!” Cal ruffled your already messy hair as he sat down next to you. He could only laugh as you raked your fingers through your (H/L) locks to try and make some sense of the mess. “We should sleep like that every night.” He stammered. It was moments like these when he hated being so pale. There was absolutely no way anyone could miss the bright red blush that covered the grinning man’s face.

However, you didn’t hide your blush any better as you replied, “I’d like that.”

From the kitchen, you heard Greez shout. “I don’t care what you two do just don’t do it on my couch!”

You and Cal broke out in a fit of laughter, nightmares forgotten for the time being.

#cal kestis #cal kestis x reader #jedi: fallen order #star wars #star wars imagines #star wars x reader

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Like Real People Do is FANTASTIC!!! If it interests you, I’d love to hear what happened to some of the baby Type 2s who survived the slaughter?

AH THANK YOU! I am very interested in this subject, oh, yes, I am. FIC TIME.

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The universe was full of unexpected tests and challenges. Some of them, Bant decided, were so profoundly cruel it was difficult to believe they were not arranged specifically to cause as much damage as possible.

She’d always enjoyed caring for the younglings. Even during the war, when caring for them seemed so much more fraught, she had taken joy in the work. They inevitably hurt themselves. All children did. Children armed with the Force could make merry havok for themselves and others, often ending in injuries both small and large.

Soothing them and sending them on their way again had been an area where she excelled.

And then they brought the clones that survived Grievous’s attack on Kamino to the Temple, and, somehow, it was only then that she realized they were children. The oldest looked no longer than perhaps ten. The youngest was barely walking. They were brought to the infirmary, standing at attention in a way that felt unnatural for children, watching everything with the same clear eyes; looking at them was like looking at a mirror into the past.

Memory had never been a land she enjoyed exploring, but there was no avoiding it. She was good with children and, whatever else they were, they were children. So she smiled, gently, at them when they watched her with careful eyes, and she tended the oldest, a boy named Ashed, who was wounded

There was something horrifying about seeing lightsaber burns across a child’s body. It looked like the blow had been glancing, but it was upsetting nonetheless. “It’s alright,” Ashed said, watching her, eyes too sharp, seeing too much, as she checked the injury, “my brother came and saved us.”

“I’m glad he did,” she said, wondering which brother he meant. There were so many of them. And they all felt the same, even these small ones. They felt like Obi-Wan and looking at them was like flipping back through a holorecord.

She had to go find a quiet place, when they left the infirmary, to meditate until her breathing could become even once more.

They were well-behaved, certainly compared to Jedi younglings, who had a tendency to question everything around them. They caused little trouble, really. Except when they dreamed. They never had nightmares singularly. One bad dream spread to them all, often disturbing the peace of the entire Temple.

They controlled themselves, already, but there was only so much that could be done to control the effects of what they had seen, what they had felt. Bant listened to explanations from those practiced in mind healing, shuddering at the thought that they had felt their brothers die, felt children slaughtered mercilessly.

Really, it was no surprise that they woke screaming, in panic at phantoms that weren’t there.

She treated them as best she could and reassured them that they were safe in the Temple, but she saw no faith in their eyes at her words. And the universe proved her a liar, anyway, because the Sith infiltrated the Temple.

She’d had little time to think during the attack. There were so many dead and dying, all at once, and then Obi-Wan was there - Force - and she knew it wasn’t him, but in that moment, everything had seemed tangled and off-kilter. He’d said, “It’s me,” and in her heart, he had been Obi-Wan, for the space of a breath.

He’d run off, headlong into danger, just like the Obi-Wan she’d known, anyway.

She’d pushed the emotion away, forcibly, focusing on her work, sparing only a thought to be grateful that the younglings were well away from the madness. It turned out they were better defended even than she’d known.

By the time the madness washed away, by the time they caught their bearings, it was discovered that the younglings had been moved. The young clones had led them off, into a  different area of the Temple, a place they said was defensible, and their explanation of choke points and blind corners went over her head, but they seemed like they knew what they were talking about.

They’d gotten weapons, somehow. Lightsabers and blasters. When asked, they’d only shrugged and claimed they’d found them lying around.

There was something horrifying about the easy way they handled the weapons, but, then, none of the younglings had been hurt. 

Bant knew the children wouldn’t have survived against the Sith lord, but she looked at the clones and realized they’d have stood between the madman and the other children. “It’s what we’re for,” Ashed said, when she asked, gently, why they’d done it, any of it. He’d added, touching her hand, softly, “Why do we make you so sad?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to deny the sadness. He was only a child, one who had been through too much already. But, perhaps, one who had been through enough that he did not deserve to be fed kind lies.

She sighed, looking at his hand on hers - already his hands were almost the size of hers, the clone children grew so much faster than others - and said, “I knew your - your progenitor.”

He nodded. “Lots of people here did. They’re all sad about it. Did he hurt you?” He braced, a little, this child, and she shook her head.

“No,” she said, and it was so easy to remember Obi-Wan at his age, young and brash and full of life, before he’d even thought of being a Padawan as anything but a yearnful dream. They’d been so young, once. “I just miss him.”

“I miss my brothers, too,” Ashed said, staring at nothing, his emotions flaring with hurt, the deep pain they carried. “We talk about them. Those of us that are left. It helps.” He glanced at her, from the corner of his eyes. “Do you want to talk about your friend?”

She blinked back the tears stinging in her eyes and nodded.

#my fic #lrpd verse #no pairings #glimmer replies #ask me anything

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Chapter 1

On a rebel ship.

She stared at the ceiling, her mind running in useless circles. Although her room had been prepared for her with plumes of flowers and freshly turned-down sheets, she hadn't bothered to confirm what she already knew: that the blaster-proof door was locked from the outside.

They had loved her, once - called her their hope. The last Jedi. They used to whisper about her amongst themselves, spreading tall tales of heroic feats. Now, they still whispered, but not in reverence. Now, it was questions and doubts and inconceivable rumors that her more steadfast supporters adamantly denounced.

It was worse to hear them defend her, because a few of those rumors were true. And although she didn't think of them as sins, exactly, she knew that she had done things that were subversive to everything and everyone she thought she knew - thought she loved - just a few short months ago.

As she lay here now with her head spinning, she could not be sure what “sin” was or if it even existed. If it did exist and was as immutable as some believed it to be, well then, she was as good as dead to the Light. She should have gone up in flames along with the Jedi temple.

In truth, she never was a Jedi - let alone the last. The only one who could bear that title was locked up somewhere else on this ship, suffering at the hands of justice. Although he was shielding her from this, she could feel the vibrations of his pain through the Bond.

God help her, she could always feel him. He was dark as deep space. But also like that realm of the unknown, he kept going and going. The more she looked, the more she found. He was power; he was danger; he was passion, and he could love - immeasurably - of this she was sure. He was everything. And although he still scared her sometimes in the wilderness of his wrath, he was hers - undoubtedly.

And as her hand rested upon the flicker of him that grew inside her, she was Rey. Just Rey. Scavenger of Jakku. She was nothing but her quick mind, her even quicker body and the Force that fueled it. And a hope - a hope that burned eternal for someone to call her own.

She was nothing, but it was enough. Because, for the first time in her life, she had found someone who thought she was somebody. Not a weapon or a means to an end, but someone's end worth fighting for.

She was Rey of Jakku, and she was going to find a way out.

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"Rey?" He had felt her presence but was unsure as he squinted through the darkness. "Is it you?"

"Yes."

"Come here." He had been working on using a less commanding tone with her, but he had to admit the last few hours had worn him down. Like many times before, he wished he had his mask. As she crossed the cell to sit beside him in a few wary steps, he composed himself in the Force.

"You look terrible," she said without jest as she explored his battered visage and torso with sad eyes. "Did they torture you?"

"Not very well," he scoffed, managing a smirk.

The back of his head was resting against the unforgiving wall and he could still barely see her between the dark, his hanging hair, and his swollen eyes. Everything hurt, but he knew what he had to do.

"That charlatan wouldn't last a minute on Starkiller Base."

He awaited her usual rebuttal but didn't get one, so he turned his head painfully to really look at her, only to find tears streaming down her cheeks. He could take on just about anything or anybody. But this, he could never take.

"Hey," he took her face in one hand and held her eyes with his. "Stop that. ... It's okay."

"No, you stop," she pushed back, suddenly indignant. She arrested his hand from its task of wiping her tears and pulled it toward her stomach. He wasn't sure if this was intentional. "It's not okay.” She was fervent, wet eyes shining.

"But it is," he said with simplicity. "I deserve this. I deserve to die tomorrow. You know that. You know me."

"That is not true, Ben Solo!" She was fierce now and fighting her climbing voice. "If you say that - if you believe it - it means that all we have is wrong. That all I've given you is wrong!" She pushed his hand flat against her warm belly. "I refuse to believe that you - we - this - is bad! I will not apologize for believing in you, Ben. Not ever!"

Ben never knew how to deal with the deep-seated discomfort her care for him caused. He had hoped that, someday, he would break through a few of his chains and be able to reciprocate, to give her what she so wanted and deserved. Now, he knew there would not be time. His whole life had been spent backing further and further into a corner, beaten down by those he once trusted until he became a raging, feral thing.

In the fleeting moments spent with Rey, he could only imagine a future growing old with her. By the end of that future, he was quite tamed - a different man. A better man.

Yet, he always knew it was a dream. He had done far too much and still not enough. At last, it was too late. Rey didn't deserve this end, but he did. No matter what she told him, he knew it to be true. He could bask in her light until his dying breath, but it would never be enough to redeem him.

Ben had no desire to explain all this too her now, nor did he have the strength to supply any equivalent words of passion, so he diverted her attention.

"You know, if you'd have kept it together back at the hangar, we wouldn't be in this mess."

He immediately regretted his words as the beautiful ire fell from her face. He tried more gently: "You should have listened to me, for once."

A deep rage moved within him as he remembered the string of unfortunate events that was yesterday. Well, all but one event. That had been the most singular moment of his life: he and Rey, flying away. They had left everything they'd built to crumble; years of fighting, toil, and pain. Thrown it all down like a saber on the floor. He'd realized in that moment that he had never known freedom, only because he knew it so poignantly then.

But, of course, it was over quickly. ...

The dogfight could have lasted forever. They were grossly outnumbered by X wings that refused to fire a fatal shot. When there was, at last, a severe blow delivered accidently (or on purpose) by a frustrated pilot, it rattled the TIE fighter and some sense into Ben. He looked at Rey, her eyes full of hope, as always, and knew she would never give up. For the first time, he knew what he had to do.

He called it. She had no say in the matter. And as they were towed to the rebel ship, he remained steady through her verbal and physical blows, convincing her of what she needed to do. By the time they had docked, against all odds, she had agreed.

It was a glorious fight, truly. He gave it everything, because he believed it to be his last. Rey was watching, safely in the arms of that scoundrel Poe. Ben hated this ending, and he was going to take as many rebel scum with him as he could to prove that point.

Considering their numbers, it was easy - for a while - dropping body after body that came his way. He was literally seeing red, so delicious was the dark. But then he took a shot to the shoulder, and then another, and the tables began to turn. He was submitting now to his fate. His body was still fighting - it wouldn't stop until he was stone dead - but his mind and spirit were ready.

He thought of Rey and reached for the Light.

But, then, something was wrong. She was screaming. It was primal and terrifying. He looked just in time to watch her rake through rebel after rebel, cast in the unearthly green glow of her blade. He knew this was wrong - that it would ruin everything. He even hated her for it. Yet, it would be such a sweet death, fighting alongside this woman. She was truly magnificent in her fury.

His eyes never left her until they saw no more. ...

"I know this was my fault," Rey spoke with sincerity. "I failed you."

"That's not what I -"

"After all the training, I still failed you. It won't happen again."

Her promise was delivered with an intensity that made him uneasy. Following a gut feeling, he examined her more closely and noticed the lightsaber strapped to her side.

"Rey," he probed cautiously, "how are you here?" God, her face was so easy to read. He would miss this, too. Right now, it was very sheepish and a little bit proud. "Is this the Bond?"

"No," she replied, suddenly meek under his prying gaze.

"Are you a doppelganger?" He had not known that she was capable of pulling something like this off, but he wasn't surprised. She'd surprised him too many times already.

"I don't know. Maybe," she answered, entirely unsure.

"No, you're not."

"What do you mean?"

"You've been holding my hand all this time. You're not a doppelganger."

"Oh."

"Then what are you?" She wasn't dark enough to create a Force Phantom - he was quite sure of that. He tried another approach. "How did you get here?"

Rey frowned. "I don't know, really. I just sort of closed my eyes, and I focused everything on you. … And then, I was here."

Could it be that this was something completely new? he wondered. Had she really developed an entirely new form of astral projection just by thinking about him? She never ceased to amaze him.

Then, suddenly, his intrigue was clouded with concern. He remembered Luke after Crait and how he had simply disappeared.

"How do you feel?" he pressed, gaining back his intensity for the first time this evening.

"I feel like. … like I'm here. Completely. I can sense my body back in my room, but it feels very far away." A sliver of fear entered her voice. "I - I'm not sure I could get back if I tried. … Ben, ever since we - well, you know - ever since then, I've felt a new energy inside me. It's this power - it's getting stronger every day. ... I don't know what it is, or if it's good or bad, but I can do things I don't understand. Things no one would understand."

Ben took that information and filed it away for another day, if he ever saw one.

"Rey," he did his best attempt at gentle yet authoritative. "you need to go."

She smiled in response. It was a smile dripping with mischief. "Do you really think I would project all this way in corporeal form just to give you a goodbye kiss?"

"No," he resigned.

"Now, when I scream, they'll come running. You do what you can with the Force, and I'll do the rest." She stood up, lit her saber and drove it into the wall, proving beyond doubt that the weapon was far more than a projection. Her grin widened almost madly in the glow of flying sparks.

"That's enough!" he commanded over the grinding noise of light against metal. "Put it away before they hear you."

"Seriously?" She shut off the blade and placed a hand on her hip while she stood over his rather pathetic form. "I know you're in pain, Ben, and you're tired. And I’m not sure I’ll be able to heal you. But you can pull it together for one last fight. The stakes have never been higher."

"It's not that, Rey," he said, though her words had renewed his awareness of his very real pain and fatigue. "They've been injecting me with something. To weaken the Force."

She frowned but seemed undaunted. "That's alright - you're strong. And they'll be so surprised when they see me that we'll practically be able to walk to the hangar bay."

Ben rubbed his bruised brow gingerly with one hand. "And what will you do with your actual body when we fly off into the sunset? Just leave it to rot?"

"No," she answered with feigned patience. "We'll get you off the ship, and I'll return to my body until you're feeling well enough to come rescue me." Her serious little mouth flickered a smile at that last part.

His eyebrow raised involuntarily. Even that hurt. Damn him. Damn her and her dreams and this whole plan.

"I'm assuming you told them that you held me captive and raped me or something," Rey continued.

"Yes.” He'd told them he had messed with her mind, too, for good measure. It had been quite the show.

"Good. There'll be no question of my insanity, then. All will be forgiven."

In all honesty, it wasn't a terrible plan. It could even work, maybe. And if they'd had nothing to lose, he might have jumped on her ship of optimism and ridden it all the way to paradise. But to him, at least, they had everything to lose. To him, there were only two things in this universe more important than his own life, and they were both in this cell with him. He had realized back on the TIE that he would not risk them. Not for anything.

And so, although it broke him a little to shut her down, he couldn't let her go on like this.

"The Resistance isn't what it used to be, Rey. You know that. Leia's dead. Chewie's gone. Hell, even your traitor friend and his tiny girlfriend took off."

She bristled. "Yes, I know."

"You don't fit here anymore," he pressed on more forcefully. "Who do you think will protect you? Poe? Yeah, that guy you sliced into at the hangar bay. Do you think he'll stick out his neck to protect you now?" Ben shook his head for emphasis. It was crucial that she understood this. "The tide is shifting, Rey. It's a new era. Ordinary people don't believe in us anymore. The Sith and the Jedi are dead. The heroes and the villains are dead! It's just us now. And what are we? We’re weapons. We're something to be feared, Rey. And if they fear you, it doesn't matter what used to be. They will dispose of you just the same."

Rey's buoyant demeanor had been visibly sinking throughout his speech. She sank all the way down to the floor beside him and didn't speak for a long time. Ben found it hard to look at her, like he was sitting next to someone he'd killed. When she finally did speak, her voice was flat and empty.

"So, you're not coming with me, then?"

"No. … I'm sorry."

"But it was a good plan," she whispered as a current of emotion began to breach her throat.

God, this might kill him before the rebels did.

"Yes, it was.” His own voice was beginning to crack. He reached out and pulled her close, breathing in her hair as she laid her cheek carefully against his chest. She smelled like the heat of a sun. He allowed himself to quietly meditate on that observation for a moment, refusing to allow the thought to creep in that he would never hold her like this again. There would be no urgency here. Only quiet perfection that could outlive an eternity.

"Ben. … What will I do?" He felt the hot streaks of her pain run down his chest and prayed to whatever creator may be for strength to carry him through this night. The flood dams had been opened, and there would be no more pretenses.

Ben sighed deeply and summoned his voice of authority while he stroked her hair.

"I'll tell you exactly what you’re going to do. Tomorrow, you're going to attend. You're going to apologize for your little 'episode' yesterday, and you will insist that you attend. And, when the time comes, you're going to stand there with everyone else and look avenged. You're not going to cry or scream or pull any of that nonsense you did in the hangar. You'll stand there and watch."

"I can't!"

Ben held her at arm’s length before him, gripping her as if she would otherwise break apart. He looked into her eyes with an intensity he knew scared her. But he had to be sure of this plan if he was going to arrive at any semblance of peace. Everything depended on this.

"You can, and you will!" He softened a bit when he felt her shaking. "You will because you have to. For you, for me, and for him."

Those last words seemed to summon something within Rey. It was as if, suddenly, she understood her higher purpose. She bit her lip to stifle the sobs and agonizingly rearranged her face into something resembling bravery. She was scared and determined and heartbreakingly beautiful. She was Rey, his hero.

"Will you do it?" he asked her, as a master would call on his pupil to attempt a new task.

"Yes. I will not fail you."

He brought her back to him and resumed stroking her hair, resolving to never let her go.

"When it's over, you'll lay low," he added. "No Force tricks, no meddling. Just a scared little Jedi mascot recovering from an ordeal. ... And for the love of God," he remembered, "don't let them know about any of your unusual abilities."

"And after that?"

"After that, you get away. When they let you out, go openly and quietly. ... Go to Ahch-To. Or Tatooine. It doesn't matter where. Just get away."

"Ok."

With all of that covered, he released his breath. He had never known a more capable person than Rey. And although he would never fully comprehend the Force and its motivations, he was faithful that it would preserve her. It had brought them together, after all.

This thought provided him some comfort, and he allowed himself to succumb to his exhaustion. He rested his head back and let his mind drift through every sensation that was Rey, here in his arms.

"How do you know it's a 'him'?" Her voice was soft, unexpected

"Hmm?"

She sat up and faced him. "Just a minute ago, you called it 'him'."

He returned her gaze and placed his hand back over her belly. There was a slight bulge there, so minute that only someone who knew what it was could detect it. But Ben knew every ridge and valley of her body most intimately from his fair-fortuned travels, and to him, it was an entirely new feature. Beneath that entrancing swell of pearlescent flesh, there was a glow that was his son.

"Can't you feel it?" he asked her.

"Feel what?"

"Our son… Our son, Rey." It felt so strange to say it.

Her face grew radiant as she hung on his words. "What - what do you feel?"

Hand still flush to her belly, he closed his eyes. When he began to speak, he seemed far away: "I feel light… darkness… violence. … and peace. But most of all, there is a balance. ... So much power, in perfect balance."

He opened his eyes, finding her alight and full of wonder. She was so young. And she would forever remain young to him.

"He's perfect, Rey. He's going to be so much like you. Nothing like me. But he'll have all my power and yours, and so much more. … He's going to change everything - I can feel it. End all of this. ... He's going to do everything we couldn't."

He read her face like a book as it turned from teary-eyed joy to somber remembrance. Then her eyes widened with bewilderment.

"I love you, Ben!" she cried out, with strangled desperation.

"I know," he said. Though he would never understand why.

And with that, he took her - there on the cold, hard floor. And despite his protesting body, he gave all that was left of himself to her, so that she had to bury her face into his neck to keep from crying out, until the very end, because he loved her. Against all odds, he loved her.

"I love you, too," he said as they held each other on the floor. She smiled at the vibrating rumble of his voice and planted another kiss on his swollen lips. Then she laid her head back on his chest and wound a small hand through his fingers.

"Are you afraid?" she asked him.

"Yes. But not for the reasons you think."

"I know."

"You do?"

"Yes. … Because I know you, Ben Solo." He couldn't help but smile at this, though she didn't see it.

"Well, then you must know that I will find a way back to you,” he said. “It doesn't matter if I die in the Dark or the Light. I will come back to you, if there's a way."

"I know.

He tried to conceal a shudder as he sighed, but it was no use. "And you must know that you have to go now."

"Yes," she barely whispered.

Raising them both up to kiss her forehead and press it against his own, feeling all of the things pass between them that he'd never thought he would be able to feel, he uttered the only prayer he knew: "May the Force be with you."

"And also with you.” Silent tears ran down to mingle with his. He brought her back to the floor, sincere in his conviction to never let her go.

She entwined a hand in his hair as she clung to him, as if it were the only comfort she had in the universe. He liked how safe she felt in his arms and had the untimely realization that he also liked being alive.

"How will I get back?" she finally asked.

"Close your eyes."

She did.

After a moment, he said, "Think of the future. … Think of our son, and of old things dying. … Think of Ahch-To and the changing tides. … Think of all that will come and is meant to be. … And then you'll be gone."

#star wars fanfiction #reylo shippers #reylo love

[shadowmaat]

18, whatever ship/character you'd like

Things you said when you were scared (Codywan): 

It was hard to think past the pain, but a familiar voice, one he shouldn’t have been hearing, kept dragging at Cody’s attention.

“…dare give up on me now, Cody! That’s an order!”

Good soldiers follow orders. But it had been a long time since Cody- CC-2224, to his fellow stormtroopers- had been a good soldier, and sometimes older instincts kicked in. He managed to get his eyes open, the face hovering over him floating in and out of focus. 

Obi-Wan. General Kenobi. He looked far too old, as if he was aging at the same rate as Cody and the few brothers he had left, but there was no mistaking that face even with the ginger hair bleached to white.

Pain shuddered through him again. Maybe his brain was finally shutting down and causing him to hallucinate.

“I have a ship. I can get you out of here. Just stay with me, Cody.”

It was nice, as far as dying hallucinations went. Impossible and impractical, but that had been his General all over.

Warm fingers ghosted along his cheek, gone almost before he could register it, and then he felt himself being lifted.

“You’re even heavier than I remember,” his General complained.

Cody would have smiled if he could. How had he gotten shot, anyway? He’d been coming off duty and turned the corner to see-

Something jarred painfully in his chest and a small moan escaped him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was planning to let him kill me.”

Vader. Yes. Vader had been fighting... had been fighting... Cody hadn’t even realized he’d drawn his weapon until he was firing it. Vader had deflected the shots, of course, and the gawking troopers had suddenly sprung into action to defend their Lord of Nightmares.

“We’re almost there. I’ll get you out of this, Cody. I’m so sorry. I should have gone back for you. As soon as Bail told me about the chips I should have tried to find you and the others.”

Cody let the words wash over him. It was nice to think of his General trying to rescue him. Just like old times. Just like Before. Stupid Jedi, trying to protect him instead of the other way around. He tried to take a breath to tell him so, but it wouldn’t come. The pain was getting worse. Something hot and wet splashed against his face.

“I had the most hopeless crush on you back then,” his General admitted. “Did you know?”

Cody’s eyes snapped open again. He hadn’t realized they’d closed. Was Obi-Wan crying?

“Ben!” Someone else shouted. “Hurry up!”

There was a snarling growl. Cody realized he could hear blaster fire now, too. Quite a lot of it.

“I don’t care,” the other voice said. “Just get them!”

Another rumble of sound and suddenly Cody found himself being lifted higher as fur brushed over his exposed face.

“Be careful with him, Chewbacca,” Obi-Wan warned. “He saved my life. Again.”

There was an argument going on. Too many voices to keep track of. Too much pain, too. He tried to slip away from it.

“Please, Cody,” that familiar old voice begged. “I can’t lose you again. I still love you.”

“Yes.”

He managed to get out that one word, at least. Yes, he knew Obi-Wan had loved him; it had been hard to miss. Yes, he had managed to save Obi-Wan’s life again, though it didn’t make up for the time he’d tried to kill him. Yes, he’d hold on for a little longer, though he couldn’t guarantee how long it would last.

Someone was trying to use a medkit on him, but what he felt next was a soft, scratchy kiss on his forehead.

Yes, he thought, as painkillers entered his bloodstream and slowed his thoughts even more. If you’d asked, I’d have said yes. Relief swept him into oblivion, but perhaps... perhaps there’d be a later.

#camomility #jedimindfic #codywan #congrats you've unlocked this achievement: angst

[ace-oreos]

Alpha-17 Umbara AU

Not a fix-it or anything, because really, there’s just too much to fix on Umbara. This is more my bitterness over Alpha being written out of The Clone Wars and my take on how he would’ve reacted to Krell. Also, I’m horrible at titles, so I’m sticking with what I have for now. 

Of all the planets Alpha had been stuck on for an indefinite period of time, Umbara was close to becoming the worst, surpassing even Jabiim.

Technically, he wasn’t attached to the Five-oh-first. As an ARC trooper, he fell under the jurisdiction of General Arligan Zey and the Special Operations Brigade. Alpha had only agreed to this mission because... well, pretty much because Obi-Wan Kenobi had asked for him specifically. The Knight had claimed it was because Torrent Company would need all the support they could get, but Alpha suspected he was worried about his former Padawan as well, meaning Alpha was now stranded on Umbara under the command of a general he despised.

He didn’t know why Skywalker had been recalled to Coruscant. They’d claimed it was an emergency, but at this point in the war, everything was an emergency. It was all too neat for Alpha’s liking: Skywalker removed from the battlefield and replaced by a trigger-happy, casualty-deaf Jedi general who was loathed by the entirety of Torrent Company. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do much more than follow whatever orders he was given and watch as Torrent’s ranking officer fought a losing battle with his new general. 

Of course, just because Captain Rex saw it best to carry out Krell’s orders to placate the old lunatic didn’t mean Alpha shared the view. Oh, Alpha had done his job to the expected standard. He just hadn’t done it quietly. It was driving Krell up a wall, and Alpha felt no remorse. Outright sabotage would lead to punishment for sure, but Krell couldn’t have him reconditioned for his covert rebellion. 

If anything, the general would kill Alpha himself and be done with it.

Alpha shook his head to stay awake. He’d been on watch for three hours, and nothing remotely unusual had occurred. Given the Umbarans’ aggressive campaign thus far, the lack of hostile activity made him uneasy. Maybe ARCs were supposed to be all deception and stealth - and he could be if the need arose - but he found things simpler when the enemy was in plain sight. Plus, the Umbarans’ familiarity with the landscape was a significant advantage; they hadn’t wasted a single opportunity to use it against the Five-oh-first. 

The constant darkness only added to his misgivings. The shadows had eyes and ears. Although Alpha had no love for the enemy, he had to respect their tactics. We don’t know where they could come from, what areas are best for an ambush, and we can’t safely follow them if they retreat, he thought. The Umbarans had done their job well.

He was drawn from his thoughts abruptly. Something was definitely watching him. Just as he shifted his weight casually, preparing to fend off attackers, another figure in white armor appeared out of the gloom. Before Alpha could warn him of nearby hostiles, the trooper said, “General Krell would like to see you, sir. He’s in the command center.”

Alpha hesitated before answering, trying to detect any enemy presences. His helmet sensors gave no indication of additional life-forms. Sighing, he said, “I’ll see him when I have a replacement. I’m not listened to him complain about proper security again.”

“I’m supposed to relieve you, sir,” the other answered. He sounded young; Alpha wondered if this was Tup, the rookie the other ARC had befriended. He wanted to ask - oh, that would infuriate Krell, making him wait - but the kid continued, “Um, he said as soon as possible, and... and that he doesn’t want any excuses.”

“Right,” Alpha muttered grimly. “Thanks, kid.” 

***

The atmosphere in the forward operating base was taut from the moment Alpha strode in. He removed his helmet, noting the tense air, and approached the general. The Besalisk was studying a holographic map of the Umbaran base, one of his four hands resting on his lightsaber. Steeling himself for conversation, Alpha said, “You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Alpha-Seventeen,” Krell said without looking away from his map, “why have we not attacked the enemy’s base directly?”

“I don’t have the authority to do that, sir,” Alpha ground out.

“You are a captain, are you not? You have seniority over CT-7567. Take command of this company and do what the rest are too cowardly to attempt.”

Alpha began forming a biting retort - starting with the use of names rather than numbers - but Krell’s voice washed over him, drowning out his response. The general was right. He was an Alpha ARC, the first generation of commandos trained by Jango Fett himself. If they crushed the Umbarans at their source, they would win. Rex was a fool if he couldn’t -- 

Alpha bit down hard on his lip, and the thoughts faded. He glared at Krell, who seemed oddly satisfied by something. Mind trick, Alpha fumed. He’d never felt the push of the Force like that, but he was certain that it had been Krell’s influence. It took all of his self-control not to lunge at the Jedi and introduce him to the unfriendly side of his combat knife.

“Problem, Captain?” Krell asked. Alpha was hyper-aware of his surroundings, the way Krell’s hand was slowly tightening around the hilt of his lightsaber...

“How many?” Alpha growled. He realized his hands were shaking with anger, and quickly clenched them. “How many of them are you controlled, you two-faced hut’uun -- ”

He was cut off by the wailing of an alarm. Before he could pinpoint the source, an explosion rocked the base. Then another. Air strike. Shabla air strike.

Alpha snapped his helmet on, promising himself he would confront Krell as soon as the next opportunity presented itself. Then he stormed out of the command center to confront their attackers.

The base was in chaos as Torrent Company tried to assemble themselves while blaster fire rained down around them. Alpha found Krell immediately. He was in the thick of the fray, lightsabers whirling, bellowing orders at the scrambling troops. For a moment, he looked like any other Jedi fighting alongside his men.

Alpha knew better.

Maybe he was just more callous than the other Jedi, Alpha mused as his body reverted to autopilot. He eliminated Umbaran soldiers with cold efficiency while his mind raced, trying to make everything fall into place. Maybe Alpha had become too accustomed to General Kenobi’s hearts-and-minds approach.

Or maybe Krell was a traitor.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he was overwhelmed by the feeling of immediate danger. Blue light flared across his vision, and for a wild second he thought of Kenobi or Skywalker.

Then the pain registered, and he fell. The din of battle was oddly muted. Just as his brothers’ white armor started to blur, Krell loomed out of the darkness. Alpha raised his hands to defend himself - his blaster had been knocked out of his hand when he collapsed - but Krell wasn’t attacking him. The Besalisk was slicing through the ranks of Umbarans, still roaring orders.

I hate you, Alpha thought. Despite his weakening grasp on consciousness,  anger flashed through him with perfect clarity.

Krell faltered, looked down at him. Through the pressing shadows, his eyes seemed to glow a sickly yellow-gold.

Then the darkness overtook Alpha, and the battle disappeared.

***

The Five-oh-first’s medic was calm, levelheaded, and skilled - everything a combat medic should be - but he was also adamant that Alpha would not be participating in the next battle. “You’re lucky the general was there,” he said, sounding as though he didn’t quite believe the words. “He saved your life.”

So he was indebted to Krell. Wonderful.

When Alpha tried to stand to look around the medbay, Kix had finally lost his patience. “It’s bad enough that Jesse and Fives are going to be executed!” he snapped. “We can’t lose two ARCs!” 

The word execution and a wave of nausea forced Alpha to sit down hard. Death in battle was one thing. It was the honorable thing, the end any trooper knew he would meet someday. But execution? Two men shot by their own brothers, and for what?

For disobeying orders. For breaking the oath they’d all taken from their very first breath: obey the Jedi.

Alpha wanted to rebel. To see Krell executed, not two brothers. It wasn’t right. He didn’t know much about justice, but he was sure this was not it. Alpha closed his eyes, seething. He was powerless. Completely, utterly powerless in the face of Krell’s tyranny.

A despair unlike anything he’d ever known came over him. Clones never had any say in their own lives. They couldn’t choose where they went or who they fought, and they certainly couldn’t choose their deaths. The fury and resentment coursed through him as he lay in the medbay, surrounded by wounded and dying brothers. Somewhere nearby, two more were facing death for insubordination. Two more numbers in the ranks of the dead. They were all just numbers in the end; what did it matter how they died? 

The anger didn’t leave until a brother burst into the medbay, gasping that they were under attack by the Umbarans once more. Clutching his side as he wheezed for breath, the kid burst out, “The general said the enemy - the enemy is wearing our armor.”

A blast of rage drove Alpha to his feet. He ignored the protests of the men around him as he grabbed his blaster and snapped his armor into place. The enemy was wearing their armor, and wielding their weapons.

The enemy was wearing robes and carrying a lightsaber, too.

#star wars the clone wars #alpha 17 #pong krell #ct-7567 #my fanfic #au #I kind of took a lot of liberty with the Force thing

[dracosollicitus]

DAMEREY NUMBER 35 + 41 AHHH YES

35: “About the baby…it’s yours” and 41: “I’m pregnant”

warning: full angst/assumption of infidelity (but no actual infidelity)/terrible communication

“Poe? Can we talk?” 

Poe Dameron rolled out from underneath Black One and wiped his hands on a cloth. Rey smiled down at him, and he smiled back easily. Gods, she was so pretty. “Sure thing, Jedi.” He stood and tossed the dirty rag over in the corner of his station. “What about?”

“We should talk about it in private,” Rey said, her eyes downcast. Sudden anxiety curled through his gut - was she sick? Did she have another vision? Was the general sending her away again? Poe nodded and kept smiling at her, holding his hand out for her to take. Rey slipped her fingers through his, and her smile was a little less tight as they walked to a private office in the corner of the hangar bay. He closed the door securely behind them and sat on the desk. Rey remained standing, her arms folded over her stomach.

“What’s this about, Sunshine?” Poe frowned now, the anxiety too much when he saw how red Rey’s eyes were, like she’d been crying. When she spoke, her voice wavered, confirming his suspicion. 

“I need to leave,” she whispered, one hand on her abdomen. She must feel sick. Poe lurched forward with concern, already prepared to beg her to stay, to let him go with her - “I need to -” she laughed and wiped her eyes. “Gods, I’m doing this wrong.”

“Take a deep breath sweetheart, and tell me however you need to tell me,” Poe said encouragingly. 

“I’m pregnant,” Rey said, cheeks bright pink. Poe’s world fell out from underneath him - how many times had they slept together in that way? They shared a bunk every night, finding it the best solution to their respective nightmares, both of them appreciating the human company and conversation - but they’d been physically intimate seven times in the last four months. He’d had a mission off-base for eight weeks, and then she’d had a mission, and most nights they were too tired to do anything but cuddle.

Rey wasn’t talking, so his brain kept spiraling. She was pregnant - not ideal, but hells, he’d been born in a war, lived with his grandfather - Kes would take care of the baby, he knew, Kes would love to have a baby around, Poe would have to confirm that, but he couldn’t see a way around it; he and Rey weren’t official, no matter how much Black Squadron, Finn, Chewbacca, and Leia all teased him, but maybe she’d marry him? Then he’d have to tell her he was in love with her, but gods, she was pregnant, how awkward could it be to confess his love for her now, and -

Rey was crying. “Kylo Ren wants the baby,” she sobbed, covering her mouth. “He feels some sort of - I don’t even know, but Ben wants it, and he can’t have it, so I need to leave.”

Kylo - why the kriff would Kylo Ren even know about her pregnancy? What? Unless - 

The domestic vision Poe had constructed at the beginning of Rey’s confession shattered. They’d never said they were exclusive. Rey had met with Kylo several times in that weird Force Bond they shared. Months ago, Rey had told him herself that she’d had conflicting romantic feelings for Kylo back before Crait. Who knows if she’d actually, physically met with him during her last mission - Poe swallowed, hard, fought back the heartbreak, focused on Rey’s agony. She didn’t want Kylo near her child. That was all he needed to know.

“Okay,” Poe said firmly, nodding. “He won’t get the baby, Rey, it’ll be okay. We’ll get you off-base, somewhere near a Med-Center that’s loyal to the Resistance, and, and then -”

“And then we’ll never see each other again?” Rey asked, wiping her eyes and laughing. “Gods, Poe, it’s -”

“It’s not ideal,” Poe said. It really karking wasn’t. “But you’ll be okay. I know you will. This war’s almost over, anyway.” It might almost be over, it might not. Wars were strange that way. The Resistance had turned the tide at Naboo last year, but there was no way of knowing if they’d lose their upper hand. Finn had trained with Rey to be a Jedi though, and he’d be able to help any Force-Sensitives that came their way while Rey was - when Rey -

“So you agree.” Rey folded her arms around herself, her face twisted with misery. Poe’s heart begged him to hold her, but he was too proud. Gods, he’d been such a fool to think she’d want any sort of future with him. She was brilliant, beautiful, and so, so young. Poe Dameron hadn’t done anything to deserve Rey, founder of the New Jedi, sweet and kind Rey, wonderful, perfect, magnificent - 

“Agree?” Poe made a face at her. “Why would it matter if I agree or not? I’ll support the decisions you make for your baby.” That was all he could do, all he had the right to do.

“My baby?” Rey looked at him oddly, and Poe smiled at her kindly. 

“Yeah. We’ll get you two off-world. Kylo will never find you. You can go dark, pick any one of our classified safe planets to go to. I’ll have Leia set it up.” Poe frowned, then. “Does Leia know?”

“She was with me in Med-Bay when I found out,” Rey laughed and wiped her eyes, looking sad. “She was the one who encouraged me to tell you.”

“Why would you need encouraging?” Poe asked. Why would you need to tell me at all, his broken heart whispered. “I mean, it’s not…great…but you’ll be okay. You’ll always be okay.” Rey looked at him, new tears welling in her eyes, and he coughed. She probably wanted privacy. “I’ll uh - I’ll leave you alone now. But thank you for telling me.” Poe nodded, gripping his flight gloves in one hand and left the office.

And if he broke three regulation punching bags in the training room that evening, well hey, he’d had a shit day.

“Aren’t you going to see Rey off?” Finn asked him in the Control room. Poe sighed and turned to face his friend, the word buddy, dying on his lips the second he saw the thunderous look Finn was wearing.

“Uh - I said goodbye to her already.” Poe shrugged and went back to his nav-map. A hand reached out and slammed the monitor face-down.

“She cried for six hours last night,” Finn said coldly. Poe turned to frown at him, his heart screaming at him to get out of his kriffing seat and run to Rey, right now, stop her from crying. But Poe wasn’t the one she wanted, the one she - 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Poe said as neutrally as possible. 

“She cried for six hours after you said goodbye to her, “ Finn said murderously. Poe stood up and crossed his arms over his chest defensively while Finn kept talking. “But I guess you wouldn’t care about that, huh?”

“I do care about it,” Poe argued. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that information.”

“Make a better karking decision?” Finn snarled. Poe blinked in surprise - he’d been best friends with Finn for almost two years now, and he’d never heard the ex-trooper raise his voice outside a battle. “She needs you, you complete asshole.” Poe didn’t say anything, the truth of I need her more than anything burning in his throat. Finn scoffed. “You know, I’ve been defending you for years against everyone who said you were just a cocky flyboy who only cared about yourself and glory. ‘Poe’s not like that,’ I’ve been saying. ‘He’s the kindest person I know.’ But that was clearly a pile of bantashit because the best person you and I know is currently sitting in a transpo, about to disappear from our lives, maybe forever, and you don’t even care.”

“I do care,” Poe snapped. “Fuck, Finn, of course I care. I care so much I can’t think or see straight. I haven’t been able to sleep since she told me she was leaving.” Because she hasn’t been sleeping with me, he excluded from that statement. 

“So why are you letting her leave?” Finn demanded. Poe opened his mouth and promptly closed it, his hand dragging through his hair. 

“Because she needs to get that baby away from the father,” he landed on. Finn have him a look of total exasperation. 

“Are you fucking kidding me-” Finn was interrupted by a sad chirp from BB-8, who’d just rolled up. Poe held a hand out to pause Finn, and he knelt down at his droid’s side. 

“Hey buddy,” he said, trying to smile at Beebee and definitely failing. “What’s up?”

[I have a message from Savior-Rey] Beebee said. [But I am not supposed to play it for you until she leaves.] 

“Why do you sound so sad about that?” Poe asked, rubbing its shiny dome. 

[Because I want to obey Savior-Rey, but it contains information Master-Poe might find pertinent.]

“Play it.” Finn spoke for Poe, and Poe stood, frowning, as Beebee played a recording of Rey’s voice. 

“Hello,” Rey whispered into the recording. “It’s me. I mean, obviously. Uhm, so I’m sitting here, about to take-off, and Rose said goodbye, and Jess, and Snap, and Iolo, and Kare - even Beebee came by. I’d say I was waiting for you flyboy, but I think you understand my reasons for not wanting to wait around for anyone, no matter how much I …” Rey trailed off, and Poe winced at the reminder of her fifteen lonely years on Jakku. “I had the oddest thought last night, of why you might be avoiding me. At first, I thought you just didn’t care, but that didn’t make sense with everything I know about you. But then I had my second thought after you said goodbye, and it hurt, to believe you’d think so little of me, so I guess that’s why I didn’t march down to your room and shake some sense into you. But, I also don’t want you going through life thinking that of me, so I’ll have Beebee play this for you later, once …. I don’t even know. I’m sure he’ll figure out the right time, right Bee?” The droid rolled back and forth guiltily, and Poe sat back against the desk, hand covering his mouth. Rey sounded close to tears in the recording, and Poe was crying from it, crying from the knowledge that she thought he didn’t care about her. “So, I’ll just - I’ll start by saying of course I didn’t sleep with Kylo. I’m sure he wanted to, and at one point, back before I really knew who I was, I would have - ugh. Just. That’s not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted you to know - and maybe you already knew, maybe you acted like this anyway, maybe you aren’t who I thought you were -” Rey’s voice cracked unbearably, and Poe found himself sliding down to the floor, a noise not unlike a terrible wind rushing through his ears. “You should know about the baby … it’s yours, Poe. Of course it’s yours. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved like this, and the only person I’ve shared… that … with. I can’t believe you’d think otherwise, that you didn’t let me explain - or worse, you did understand, and you just didn’t care. I am so, so angry with you. But. Um. I’ll try to - to raise the baby well. And I’ll tell him or her all about you, about their famous father who loved to fly more than anything else.” But that wasn’t kriffing true - Poe staggered to his feet, ready to sprint to the hangar bay, to explain to her that there was something - someone - that he loved more than flying; but Rey was still speaking. “I hope you have a happy life, Dameron. I lo- oh, nevermind. Goodbye, Poe.” 

The transmission cut out, and Poe hurtled for the door: her flight was scheduled to take off in five minutes, he could make it, he could call ahead and tell them to ground her flight, oh gods, he’d made a horrible mistake and - 

“Commander Rey to Resistance Central.” Rey’s voice issued from Connix’s computer. “Approaching atmo, ahead of schedule.”

“Roger that, Commander,” Connix said. She eyed Poe at the exit and frowned at him, obviously not understanding the look of horror on his face. “All clear for your jump.”

“No!” Poe shouted, reaching out to Kaydel, begging her with his eyes to stop this, to stop Rey, to turn that kriffing ship around. 

“See you on the other side,” Rey laughed sadly. “Well, actually, I won’t. Jumping now.”

“Good luck, Commander.” A hum filled the transmission, and Connix nodded after a second. “She’s gone.”

Poe collapsed against the nearest console and stared at the floor in horror as Connix announced Rey’s status as ‘dark.’  

Poe stood there, slumped over the console, shaking. She was gone. He’d let her leave, and she was out there, Maker knew where, thinking he didn’t care about her. 

He stumbled to the nearest communal ‘fresher and vomited until there was nothing left. Finn stood in the doorway, quiet fury on his face, and when it was clear that Poe was done being sick, he nodded once and walked away, leaving Poe with yet another indelible, terrible mistake that he’d made, one that he might not ever undo. 

#damerey #jedipilot #angst #quote prompt #ask #anon #poe dameron x rey #work on communication kids

[rottenbrainstuff]

Last Jedi Thoughts

Everyone is chiming in with Last Jedi thoughts, so here's mine. Spoilers, obviously! Long and rambling and pointless discussion full of lots of spoilers below the cut.

In general I did enjoy the movie. I have some complaints about it that are really just technical in nature, a bit like reading a book with a good story that has a lot of spelling mistakes. You can still enjoy the story while you grumble about the spelling. And it's funny: watching the extremely negative reaction it's gotten from some people, especially fanboys, has had the effect of making me defend it more rigorously.

The one thing I was worried about was the characterization of Luke. Luke was always My Fav and the really important thing about him to me was his gentleness and compassion. I’m not sure this movie gave me exact the character I wanted, but like, I think I’m ok with it? It was different, and that’s ok.

Look, here's the thing. If you hate the new movies, and you think they're doing terrible things to your favourite characters, well, like, you always have the old movies, and you can ignore the new movies. Shit, you even have an alternate future laid out for you in the EU so like. Just ignore them. I fucking hate the prequels with a passion, you guys, but the prequels didn't ruin Star Wars for me. I just.... don't watch them. Ever. And I ignore everything that happened in them. And. I'm good. Like. That's all it takes? Anyways. The very best thing that I loved about the movie was all the playing with the audience expectations. (man though I think the stress shortened my lifespan. I'm telling you guys, if I watched Finn actually fly into that cannon I probably would have left the theater) Like. Man, I just about had a heart attack like three times. I think this movie shortened my life span. I really especially loved the plotline with Poe and Admiral Holdo, fuck I loved that so much. Guys I was just dying in the theatre when they set it up, DYING, my friends. That is probably my least favourite trope in the entire world, the hardass woman walks in like she owns the place and fucks everything up because she's a hardass, and the heroic rule breaking man saves the day by breaking rules because that's how it's won. I was dying. And Poe was WRONG, SO VERY WRONG. He got a lot of people in this movie killed. A lot of people. But like. It's not because Poe is a bad person. Leia AND Holdo can both see that. I really honestly think he learned a lot, and grew as a character. When he repeated Holdo's "spark of the resistance" speech later on I was so goddamned touched, obviously he has learned so much and has come to respect this person. I loved it. Oscar Isaac is a really charismatic and likeable actor but like, honestly Poe didn't have a whole lot to do in TFA. I feel like I know a lot more about Poe now and I like him so much more. I am kind of hoping the next movie keeps going with this "turn expectations on their head" thing because I really enjoyed it. Well it was sure funny watching Poe bullshit Hux on the comm, and funny to watch him get thrown around like the shit he is, but I'm not so sure... is it wise to set him up as the comic relief like that? I kind of feel like he could be a really sinister threat now, with Kylo Ren in charge and Hux ready to shoot him at the first opportunity... but I'm not sure I take him seriously. I feel like Hux probably had a job in customer service before he was a First Order Commander and that's why he's such a nasty little dogshit now. That sour face he has is the face of a man who has had to deal with a lifetime's worth of dumb customers. I can see myself as Hux in a few years... Ohhh that tricksy tricksy trailer, hunh?!? I was just about choking to death when Ren was in the cockpit and aiming at Leia’s ship, because!!! he presses!!!! the goddamned trigger!!! in the trailer!!! we saw it! Oh my fucking no! And then he TAKES HIS GODDAMNED THUMB OFF and I died. (well actually I started crying) Who else had a goddamned heart attack there????????? Rose was delightful. I wish she could have had more time with Finn cause they were delightful together. DJ (Benicio Del Toro's character) was just...... awful. Like, awful in a good way. Like. That character right there is everything that's really wrong in the world, everything that prevents us from being better. He's not "evil", he's not supporting the First Order because he believes it's the right cause, he's not even an ignorant asshole who doesn't know any better... he knows exactly what he's doing and he does. not. care. One of my favourite lines in the entire movie was Finn yelling at him that he's wrong, and he says, "maybe." Like, not in a sarcastic villain way like Kylo Ren telling Rey "we'll see" when Rey says she's not telling him anything. He means it absolutely sincerely. He doesn't even pretend he's right, like "oh kid, you're so naive, you'll see it my way someday," nope, just, you're right, he might be wrong. He doesn't care. That took my breath away. The porgs: I liked them! They were funny! I wasn't annoyed! And as for the stuff I didn't like.... welp, guys what I'm hearing is that you're hearing a lot about what's wrong with the movie and it's bumming you out a bit. So you know what, I don't know if I'm going to get into it. I do have some complaints about this movie but they're mostly technical. I have some issues with the plot and pacing, and I think the visual composition and visual narrative are weak, (and sometimes just downright bizarre) which is kind of a disappointment when traditionally, Star Wars has always been very big on the visual composition. There were a lot of moments were I was going "oh, that is a very odd choice". To be very honest, it reminded me a lot of the prequels, the prequels had the exact same problem. HOWEVER, the reason I actually liked this movie whereas I can barely even watch the prequels is that all of the characters are emotionally resonant, the themes of the movie are strong, and the playing with expectations was so delightful. Oh no wait, I do have one complaint: why the hell cast Gwendolyn Christie if you're not going to use her? What a waste. I'm hoping against hope she's going to be resting up in a med bay in the next movie and actually have some shit to do, but I'm not holding my breath. Guys I think I could have lived my whole life without that green milk. WTF Now here's some things I'm *confused* about. Why.... why are so many of you talking about Kylo Ren like... you seem to have split him into two people? Almost like Kylo Ren is this malevolent evil spirit occasionally possessing the body of the pure and lovely Ben Solo? It bothers me to see this and I actually kind of wish people wouldn't do it. It's all one single person, and like, that's kind of the point. Kylo Ren has fucked up, a lot. He's made bad decisions and has disappointed literally every single person who ever had faith in him. He feels conflicted by his actions though and hates himself down to his last atom. That's all him. That's BEN SOLO down there making these shitty decisions, and I feel like that's important. I don't like the character because I have excised all his faults and attributed them to some outside force, I like the character because he's complicated and struggling and because he has the capacity for compassion and darkness all in the same breath. I mean I feel like that's kind of why he insisted on Rey saying out loud what he had done. Say it out loud. I own it. That's me. And a monster, yes, I own that, too. I'm not your poor lost prince who just needs a hug and I'll come following you back to the Resistance ship. So guys, like, let's own it, too. It wasn't Ben's alter ego Countess Boochie Flagrante doing all the bad stuff. Life, and the decay underneath, that makes more life, right? I see some of you despairing about Rey closing the door and leaving without Ben, but I'm also a bit confused about that. Like... you didn't really think he would go, did you? This is only the second movie in a trilogy, and just like the original trilogy, it's ending on a low note with lots of conflict and unanswered questions for us to build up from in the next movie. Like, did you see the anguish in his face? Does this look like the face of a man who has lost the last spark of compassion in his heart, and is now ready to unhesitatingly rule the galaxy as the new Supreme Leader? And do you really think Rey has lost all that amazing compassion that she found? All that's happened is that she's realized that her approach didn't work, there's too much history there for her to just walk in and ask him to come with her. Honestly I agree with what a lot of you have said: Rey can't save Kylo Ren, he has to save himself. For as much as he talked to her about giving up the past, he is hilariously unable to do so himself. He can't forgive the people in his life for failing him, and he can't forgive himself for all the stupid shit he has done. He won't be able to go with Rey until he does that. I have no idea what he needs to be able to do that, or if it's even possible. I guess we'll see. Lastly I see some people saying Star Wars has become Pride and Prejudice in space. The comparison is funny but I don't know if I quite agree... Kylo Ren was haughty in the very beginning, but ever since the interrogation scene he's been pretty bluntly honest in his admiration of her. She's being pretty blunt about her intentions, too. And her journey hasn't been so much trying to see the truth about him, but rather becoming a strong and independent person on her own. The problem now is that they're both trying to convince each other to do what they think is right, so, as other people have pointed out, I am instead getting a JANE EYRE in space vibe. So we're at the part in the story where Jane has realized she can't be with Rochester and go against everything she feels is right, and she's left him to go and be her own person without him. ...the comparison is slightly worrying though because Rochester had to loose everything and also get seriously injured before Jane came back.............. (the whole "you're nothing" thing was... I don't see it as him insulting her out of a Darcy-like pride, I see it as...... a really big thing for him in this movie seems to be blunt truth. Yes, I'm a monster. I killed my father, say it out loud. Here's the truth about what happened with Luke that night. You know the truth about your parents, say it out loud. Accept the unpleasant truth. So here's the unpleasant truth she needs to accept. She's nothing, she came from nothing. She has no secret Skywalker or Kenobi parents who loved her. Accept that truth and then move forward.) So now let's talk about Rey, and let's talk about Kylo Ren. So, I think the big success of the Star Wars franchise has always been that all the characters are very emotionally resonant. It so happens that the two most personally resonant characters for me are Rey and Kylo Ren, and how lucky for me that the movie focuses so much on them. Rey just breaks my heart. She is so lonely and so desperately wanting to feel part of something. She doesn't NEED to be a part of anything, of course. She is beautiful and strong all on her own, all from herself. But goddammit it sucks being lonely. That wistful look she had watching Finn fuss over Rose at the end, "I'm happy for you but goddammit watching you makes me feel lonely" fuck man I know that face. Oh Rey. I'm so proud of her this movie, I'm so proud of her strength and her compassion. Man, she's a better balanced Jedi than almost every single person I've ever seen in any of these movies. I'm really glad she got to confront Kylo Ren about him killing his father, what a monstrous thing that is in her eyes, that a family was all she ever wanted in life and it's monstrous to her that he could destroy it like that. And Kylo Ren. I continue to be shocked at the development of his character, that an important Hollywood franchise would make a character so different like this, so emotional and vulnerable and complicated and downright ugly sometimes, and... yeah. My heart just breaks for him too. He has been failed by every person in his life who should have helped him, he's had no one on his side. This is a character who is completely fueled by his struggling and self loathing. Just... yikes. My heart was breaking. I was really interested by his thing in this movie, as I've said already, of being insistent on accepting uncomfortable truths. I think part of it has to do with his self-loathing... when you hate yourself, you delight in inflicting cruelty upon yourself. I think he gets a self-hating thrill out of being named a monster, and accepting the name. But part of it is...... accepting uncomfortable truths. Seeing things clearly for what they are, not what you want them to be. That's something I really personally value, and something I find fascinating about him. It's..... so, like. Lmao. I really can't overstate enough how I much I relate to Kylo Ren and relate to his struggle. With that in mind, I project rather a lot of my own personal experiences and thoughts onto him, so I'm sure it colours my interpretation, and I completely recognize that. But for everyone who was upset he didn't run off into Rey's ship, I don't think he's ready to go with her yet. He can't. I think he feels unworthy. He hasn't forgiven himself for his flaws and weaknesses. It's easier for him to hide in the dark rather than have it all exposed like that. He feels too dirty to be in the light like that. He needs some more time, some more character development. I think he has to forgive himself first, and he can't yet. It's.... a very interesting acting choice to have Adam Driver's face remain so impassive all the time. He took off his mask for the movie, and yes it was a silly mask but wow was that ever a cruel scene with Snoke calling him a child in a mask......... he took off his mask but it's almost like it didn't really help. His face is *so* impassive. When Rey is trying to convince him to go with her in the elevator, he has no expression at all in his face. You only see in the eyes what a furious conflict this makes for him in his soul, what hope and anguish it stirs in him. Obviously this is someone who has had it (probably literally) beaten into him that showing emotions will only get him hurt in the end. Well anyway. I'm rambling a bit now. He reminds me slightly of another very dear character to me in something else. This character, it is eventually revealed, had unfortunate beginnings and is actually on the path to her eventual self destruction because she is so angry at everyone, and so full of sadness, that she can't let it go. In the end she realizes the only way to save herself is to reach out and ask for help. She almost can't, because she feels she doesn't deserve it, and she's too afraid of the possibility of asking for help and no one comes. She does in the end and it's a happy ending and now I can never tell you the name of this thing because I just spoiled the entire ending, but I wonder if that's the key for Kylo Ren too... he can't bring Rey to the dark with him, he has to find the strength to ask for her help. Anyways. One last thought: It's really interesting how like... all the characters are really... really brand new. There's no character with an arc quite like Poe in the original trilogy, no character quite like Rose, no character quite like Finn. And then there's Rey and Ren, who are doing a beat-for-beat recap of the original trilogy plot points, but always with a twist. So we're set up with the scary bad guy in a mask working for an even scarier bad guy, and the dusty kid from nowhere. So first of all the bad guy kills her new mentor (so far so good) They have a dramatic first fight (except she kicks his ass and injures him) He dramatically reveals who her parents are (except it's nobody) Then asks her to join him (except she refuses) She decides she can save him so she turns herself in to the bigger scarier bad guy who tortures her, and he kills the big scary bad guy and saves her (except he still refuses to be a good guy) Well........ we've run out of movies, now. What happens next??? Honestly I don't know, I really don't know. I mean I would say that there's been so much buildup and emotional investment in Kylo Ren and his connection with Rey that obviously they are planning to have him redeemed, and the twist will be that unlike Vadar, he survives at the end. Then again I don't know. This movie was so hardcore about smashing expectations, and really hammered home the thing that you have to let go of the past. Maybe part of that is letting the Skywalker legacy die. I mean. Shit that also sounds equally likely to me, guys. I don't know. I mean I never ever thought we'd get so much character development in this movie either so like. I literally don't know. Anything is possible. Well.... there's a lot of pointless thoughts. If you want to chat about the movie, hit me up in my messages.

#the last jedi #tlj #star wars #reylo #spoilers

[zephi-dreams]

Thoughts and analysis about S4

This is going to be episode by episode and very long so here we go.

Episode 1: Code of Honor The Blade of Marmora is affecting Keith obviously in more ways than one, we know that Keith felt he was not meant to be the leader of Voltron and the BoM helps him ghost away from his responsibility. This causes something he feels is right, no longer being the Black Paladin, and something he fears, being pushed away by his team. From his vlog, we know he isolates himself on purpose so he won’t get hurt, instead it has the least desired effect this time. Yes, the team supports eventually his decision on going with the BoM, however, they were harsh on him in the beginning and this isn’t what Keith needs.

Despite all the things with Keith, Shiro (Kuron) gaining his trust back with the Black Lion says something, they still have their bond and the lion knew how much he needed to help the team. If we’re still on the clone theories, it’s really interesting Kuron was able to bond with the lion. But, this still throws away all the work in S3, even if Keith didn’t want it. 

Episode 2: Reunion (AKA MY FAV EPISODE) Oooohh boy!!! I’ve been waiting so long for this!! Prepare for super analysis and detail because the Holts are my life. 

So, the episode starts Katie staring out the classroom window, until something in the school lesson catches her interest. She gets excited and shares her own knowledge on it, it shows how much passion she has for science. Only for her to be shot down by pre-teen assholes. This affects her to the point of tears, showing she wasn’t confident about her brains, even giving up studying for a brief period. 

Let’s take a break to say, because of this, I suspect Katie didn’t have many friends. It’s middle school, a really tough time for any teen and she’s struggling. The only thing that keeps her sane is her older brother, he shares his wisdom and supports his little sister. At a point later in the episode she even says something along the lines of: “I can’t believe I have to go through middle school without you.” She’s later praised and known for her brains. Nerd power!!

Also, it turns out Matt gave Katie the nickname Pidge and used it as her alias. I have my own headcanon on how she got it but that’s a post for another time.

Okay, back to the present and Pidge is out searching for him. That Pidge Jedi aesthetic? My aesthetic. Bargaining Pidge? My fav. Now, she’s got a lead and helps freedom fighters she encounters. Okay, here comes the part where I super analyze Pidge. 

Pidge witnessing someone die right before her eyes, when she knew she had the chance to save them. She���s crying, frustrated and feels helpless. We know how much Pidge thinks and rambles when she’s nervous. Imagine her now. “I could have done more.” “I should have been faster.” and etc. She knows the casualties the Galra cause, but seeing it up close and alone is different. 

Back to the past! Honestly, this small moment of the siblings sitting on the roof, Matt teaching her codes and frequencies, and them going past their curfew is adorable.

Now here’s where I get emotional. With Matt’s code, Pidge arrives on a destroyed planet, there resides a massive burial and cemetery honored rebels who fought in the cause. Everything about this scene screams heartbreaking: the music, scenery of the 120,000+ graves, the flashbacks, everything. I knew from the spoilers that Matt was alive and well, but the feeling of over a year’s work of finding your family, only to reach their grave, is devastating. This hit me hard and it’s the only episode I recall crying at.

Thankfully, encrypted in his grave, there are hidden coordinates. (HUGE FUCKING SIGH OF RELIEF AFTER THAT HEARTBREAK)

after small scuffle, her bayard knocks off his mask and cue a very happy and sweet reunion. Matt loves his sister and thinks she’s amazing, literally all that matters. Also a bounty hunter was looking for them since the Unilu meeting. 

“Stand back, Matt.” “Stand back, Pidge.” SHOW THAT GUY WHAT THE HOLTS ARE MADE OF!!! The animation in this fight scene is awesome like I’m in awe. The siblings using their brains to weaken their opponent and BOTH KNOCK HIM OUT!!! LITERALLY EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR!! Matt is a tall bamf and I love him.

Some pictures of the Holt family in front of the Garrison is shown (also pre-Kerberos Shiro and Keith in the background, I’m assuming he knew Keith at some point). Matt no longer needs his glasses and passes them on to Pidge, I’m sure they’re mostly for sentimental purposes and she wears them for that. Pidge can knock down Matt like omg. And it ends with a shot of her putting on the glasses and looking up to the sky. 

Okay, honestly. This is one of my favorite episodes, it’s just great. I have no words for it. I love Pidge, I love Matt. I LOVE THEM

Episode 3: Black Site Haggar/Honerva looking at her true self, using magic to hide her her true appearance because she can’t bear to look at herself. 

We get to see how Matt really is and I love this memelord. Fanon Matt is Canon Matt and it’s amazing. Honestly, he’s relatable when first seeing Allura. Like that Ouran vision is amazing AND THEN THAT SHOUNEN SHOT I’M DYING. JEALOUS LANCE!!! 

Okay, here’s where I’m a little disappointed. The reunion with Shiro is a little stale and stiff, yes there’s a hug but there’s nothing about Shiro saving Matt when they were prisoners. Him calling him ‘Sir’ is a little strange, I’m sure he was higher up than him, and him being a Paladin is intimidating, but in a reunion none of that really matters. 

zarkon’s going like darth vader with the suit to keep him alive. also CARRY ON MY WAYWORD SON

CUE MONTAGE OF PIDGE BEING ADORABLE AND SHOWING HER BROTHER THE CASTLE

Matt: “Hey, this is pretty goo- d.” HE MAKES FUCKING PUNS I LOVE HIM

I love Pidge’s messy little room, she kept her trash versions of the paladins and even some of the trash bugs. AND MATT JUST LOVES HIS SISTER SO MUCH AND IS VERY PROUD AND I’M SURE THEIR DAD IS TOO

Color coded or you’re an animal is the holts’ mindset. Matt calling Hunk and genius and HE’S SO SMUG ABOUT IT!! HE KNOWS HOW SMART HE IS!! 

Hunk: “This one time, we went to another reality. It was pretty lame.” Matt: “Wait, you what? You were in another reality?” Pidge: “No big deal.” hovers away Matt: “My little sister.”

HE!! LOVES!! HER!!!

i’ll never get over how coran and allura talk to animals and like milkshakes. adorable!! Lance playing video games to blow off steam and jealousy. Honestly.. same. I’m so happy they got their video game set up. Lance knowing how to milk a cow. Iconic. HE CHUGS MILK LIKE DAMN SON AND DRINKS MILK BY ITSELF??

TECH TRIO!! I LOVE THEM!! THEY ARE ALL SO SMART AND I’M VERY PROUD!!

CO PILOT MATT!! CO PILOT MATT!!! I LOVE HIM!!

I’m still trying to figure out why Narti was a spy and was given Kova to begin with? What where her intentions? Haggar just wanted to keep an eye on Lotor, she knew something was up with him, and Narti was the only option. Like the death seemed to be for shock value, they could have gotten rid of the cat. Idk at this point. Ezor and Zethrid obviously begin doubting him at this point, wanting to save their own skins, while Axca is trying her best to say by his side. But we see how that plays out later. 

Episode 4: The Voltron Show! Now, I’m a fan of this episode because: Coran focus and it gives us a moment to breathe. But, it has it’s iffy moments, AKA the ‘Humorous Hunk’ joke. I hated it so much, like poor Hunk I felt so bad for him. Of course, we know something was manipulating Coran but that’s just mean and humiliating. The Yuri on Ice, Jurassic Park and Star Wars references are great, plus aerial dancer Lance. 

And the iconic: Coran: “Allura, you’ll be playing Keith.” Allura: “HEAAHGHG”

Shiro: “I will save the princess, even if it means taking on the Galra Empire with my bare.. hand.” i’m dyingg 

literally everyone else is reading the script deadpan as possible and LANCE IS THE OVERLY EXCITED THEATER KID I LOVE IT.

“holds bayard dashingly- oH.”

hip talking coran is so bad i love it.

brief cameos of the mermaids and varkon.

i don’t have much to say on this episode.

Episode 5: Begin the Blitz Wow, we get to see Keith again! 

Axca is still trying so hard not to doubt Lotor by telling herself he’ll protect them. 

Hunk is accepting of Nyma and Rolo while Pidge is still unsure, that’s unexpected, but she can’t stay mad at a cute robot. I love how she loves robots it’s adorable.

ALLURA SPEECH!! I LOVE HER!! 

PIDGE AND HUNK FIGHTING TOGETHER!! HUNK BEING A BAMF AND KILLING A MAN BY ELBOWING HIM IN THE FACE AFTER HE HURTS PIDGE!!

that really hot galra commander like mmm

I love the rebels so much. But like a third of them gets fucking wiped out... jfc

FInALLY MORE KEITH!! 

God Lotor looks so defeated when visiting Daibazaal. I feel bad after his plan fails and his generals turn on him. They suspect after his failure he’ll just turn on them suddenly, but they don’t know about Narti being a spying and it’s frustrating. He didn’t even explain it to them, so both sides are at fault here. He wasn’t even expecting their betrayal. Like yikes.

THE WHOLE COALITION FIGHTING!! REBEL FIGHTER SHAY!!

god this scene with lotor’s bONES LIKE OMG I’M DYING LIKE  DAMN SON I LOVE IT

Episode 6: A New Defender This episode is wild.. like wow

Lotor flies barely above the surface of a star and lives?? He’s desperate to complete his plans, whatever they are. 

Haggar is awesome this episode like she’s crazy and i love it 

This episode was tense and had my heart racing, I knew they would be okay but this situation was insane. The fact that the camera is on Lance and goes for Allura first when she’s being electrocuted, then asks if she’s okay. 

ANOTHER ALLURANCE MOMENT AND I’M LIVING!! Lance cares so much for Allura and supports her in every way he can. Allura’s magic is back and it’s beautiful!! I love Princess Allura!!

Allura: “Thank you, Lance.” Lance: “That was all you.”

MY HEART

GOD KEITH’S ALMOST SACRIFICE FUCKED ME UP SO BAD

ONLY MATT AND THE REBELS WOULD HAVE SEEN HIS DEATH

FUCKING CHRIST HE DIDN’T EVEN TELL TEAM VOLTRON

AFTER LEAVING TO GO WITH THE B:ADES THERE’S THIS SAD FACE HE MAKES AND THIS IS NOT THE RIGHT CHOICE FOR HIM OK

HE ALREADY HAS ABANDONMENT ISSUES AND NOW HE’S PUSHING THEM AWAY EVEN MORE, TO THE POINT WHERE HE’S FULLY WILLING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF. HE’S NOT SUICIDAL BUT BELIEVES THEY’D BE FINE WITHOUT HIM LIKE 

I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE THANKFUL FOR LOTOR

After rewatching it, I like this season a lot more. It’s pretty good! Now I’m off to read meta posts about Keith.

#my posts #voltron #vld spoilers #voltron spoilers #voltron season 4 #vld season 4

[mesdea]

With hood up and features concealed, no one hindered Obi-Wan once he was within the temple. They sensed the force rolling off him, misunderstanding, suffering, it all said, ‘Leave him alone’. As if the energy itself was shielding a fragile light in his time of need. They would not rupture that bubble, no matter how they longed to help their brother in his sorrow. Obi-Wan knew eyes were on him, they had all been privy to the holo-feed. They all saw as he stood before the Senate and denounced the man that he safeguarded for two years.

“It’s him, I wonder…” The words broke away, as Obi-Wan grew closer. Gossip was one thing that would never go away. It was what the Jedi seemed to live for in downtimes between missions or healing. It kept them grounded in the only family most of them would ever know. “You can feel his broken heart. He defended that, that THING.” No one had the nerve to use his name. It was as if he was just a wraith that was now used to frighten the crechlings to eat their tubers and keep them from leaving clothes on the floor.

Before today, Obi-Wan would have turned on those voices and set them straight. He would have defended Qui-Gon Jinn to his final breath. It was mindboggling how five minutes with a friend could turn your world upside down completely. What you had thought was up, was now down. What was once good was bad. ‘Will anything ever seem normal again?’ It was the only thought that seemed to run through his mind, over and over. Obi-Wan wrapped the dark brown cloak tighter around his body, using it as a shield against all the ache that lay outside the tattered fabric. Obi-Wan staggered toward the Room of a Thousand Fountains, the murmurs and whispers turned into white noise, no longer having any effect on the young man.

It had seemed like an hour’s expedition from entry to tree, but the revelation that met him left him on his knees wailing. That brilliant, flourishing tree that had given him comfort for years was nothing but a black withering mass. There were branches on the ground, only a few still tethered to the lifeless trunk. It felt as if it had come from everywhere, but the shouts that drew him away from the tree were his own. This had to be the final straw that would fracture him; he held his exhausted head in his hands and wept. He cried for his friend Garen. He sobbed for those other forty Jedi whom had been sacrificed for what exactly? He whimpered for the monumental man that once smiled at him so sweetly that he thought nothing in the universe could compare. Then he wept for himself. Spent, tired and body aching from lack of sleep, Obi-Wan curled under the black corpse, wrapped tightly in the force as it shielded him.

Hours later, lashes fluttered open as they were still slightly crusted over with tears. The feelings he had recalled seemed quite distant now, as the numbness of the moment roused him from peaceful dreams. ‘Peaceful dreams?’ The words came quickly inside his head forcing him to sit up instantly. He stared into the russet irises of a concerned master. Mace had found him and safeguarded his dreams, ensuring he had a peaceful rest. “How long, Obi?” Mace reached out and cuddled the Knight into his arms.

He could try to play it off, as if he had no idea what was being asked, but Mace had never allowed that in the past. He doubted he could do it now. “Two years.” He spoke softly, not meeting Mace’s eyes again.

“It is not weakness to ask for help.” It was a simple statement, meant to comfort, not condemn.

Obi-Wan finally met his former master’s gaze and opened his mouth to respond before stopping once more. He didn’t really know how to describe this situation to anyone, not even the man closest to his heart.

“I know, my Ben. Sometimes words don’t do justice to what we are feeling in our hearts. That does not mean that friends and family can’t offer comfort without explanation.” Mace continued, pressing the young man closer to his solid body. “Just because I cut your braid, does not mean I care any less. You are forever my family. I will always love you, no matter what happens.”

Those words were why he felt so uncomfortable at the moment. “No matter what?” Mace knew this had been coming for a while and just indicated his agreement.

Obi-Wan looked up at the tree and then towards Mace, misery still written all over his features. “Even if I turn to the darkside?”

Mace shut his eyes, clenching the tears that wanted to flow. “Force help me, even if you turn. We don’t stop caring. We can’t stop loving those that wound us, even if we wish it. I could not condone your actions and I would have to do what the light calls me to do. But I would love you; I will love you until my last dying breath, little one.” Those were the words that broke Obi-Wan Kenobi and hurled him into his master’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably. “It’s ok to grieve his loss, your loss. There is no shame in that. I will miss Garen, just as I will miss Qui-Gon. There is no disrespect to those in the light if we mourn the ones we lost to the dark. Do you understand, Obi?” Mace ran his fingers through the silky red hair that was finally growing out after his knighhood; his only answer to his question was the shaking of shoulders.

“I feel like a fool, Master, I thought the…I thought the force spoke of his salvation. I truly believed that it would work out. Perhaps Bruck was right all those years ago. Perhaps I am Oafy-Wan.”

Mace lifted his chin and gently wiped away the tear tracks. “No one is allowed to demean my family, not even you, Obi-Wan. Your faith in both the force and others is what makes the idea of you turning comical.”

“Master…The tree?”

Mace turned his head back towards the black trunk he was currently leaning against. “Do you know the story of this tree?”  Obi-Wan sat straighter, feeling more composed as they spoke and he just shook his head. “Well, allow me another lesson?”

“I will always continue to learn from you, Mace. Please tell me?”

“Very well, I suggest you get more comfortable, perhaps I can lull you back to much needed sleep.”

Obi-Wan chuckled; Mace used to tell him stories to get him to sleep. “I am not cuddling into your lap. I’m too big and old for that.”

“That is a shame. I still manage to snuggle into Dooku’s lap, it is quite the sight.” They both laughed and the force around them seemed to grow warmer at the sound. Mace then pulled Obi-Wan down and laid his head gently on his lap, stroking the auburn hair between his fingers. “Now, as I was saying.” Obi-Wan just laughed quietly and then paused when he realized it. “It does no disservice to those we mourn to laugh and enjoy life. We must continue to live in their place, young one. Now this tree, as I’m sure you are aware of by now, is force sensitive but more than that it is a sentient being within the force.” Obi-Wan’s eyes widened at that, feeling even worse for the state it was currently in. “They bond when they are young to those around it. Those beings are usually one with the living force.”

“It was bound to Qui-Gon, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was bound to Qui-Gon. When we were in the creche he would try to visit his tree. I think he even named it, but I can’t remember now what it was. He would even snuck out of bed at night and fell asleep in its branches. Needless to say, he got into much trouble over this large vegetation, but when Master Yoda stumbled on him one day, meditating deeply under the canopy of leaves. He saw their connection in the force and could not deny the boy his attachment.”

“I have never been able to imagine Qui-Gon as a youngling. He just seemed so larger than life.” His eyes were starting to grow heavy as his Master ran light circles on in chest.

“Qui-Gon was and always will be larger than life, however those giant’s among us often have the biggest hearts. It makes those hearts hard to protect and leaves them vulnerable to all sorts of hurt. Remember the story I told you about Qui-Gon and I before we after became Padawans?” The knight just nodded his head, still not wanting to remember his master as a bully. “It was this tree that started to show me the error of my ways, it was the tree that truly bound Qui-Gon and I as friends. I was so angry when I heard that Master Yoda was to pick him as an apprentice. I was so scared that I would be left to the AgriCorps that I rushed to find him and found him kneeling here in front of his tree.”

Mace bowed his head slightly and rubbed at his smooth head. This was such a bad time in his life and he hated to share this with anyone, much less someone who looked up to him, but he was human and fallible. “He was so wrapped up in his meditation, with what I thought was a stupid tree that it only angered me more. I pulled out my saber and was determined that he would listen to me or I would cut down his stupid tree.”

Obi-Wan shot up in horror, looking into sad eyes. “You didn’t?”

“I did. I ignited my saber and took a swing at one of the branches. As it fell to the ground, I swear I heard the tree scream with Qui-Gon. I had felt the connection between the two, and I immediately fell to the ground, throwing up my lunch. You see, they were so strongly connected that if one was hurt, the other felt it. When Qui-Gon lost Xanatos, the tree wilted as if weeping for its friend.” He paused for a moment. “I visited this tree after your fateful meeting in the mess hall. Do you know what I found?”

“W-What?”

“The tree was in full bloom. Its flowers completely open, a magnificent sight that I had never thought to see again. It was filled with happiness because it was so deeply connected to Qui-Gon. It saw what no one else did. It saw his deep connection to you, Ben.”

“And now, it’s dead. Just like him.” The words were harsh, and Mace hated to hear that inflection from his fiery friend.

“Perhaps, but remember that sometimes the farmers have to set fire to the land to watch it come back to life better than before. Some trees need that process to bloom ever brighter.”

“There is no hope, Mace. I just don’t think I have it in me to continue giving him the benefit of the doubt. He killed Garen! Garen whom has never harmed a soul, even in defense, he’s never taken a life. Qui…Darth Acheros cut him down like he was nothing!” The anger was starting to build. He didn’t know if he could stop it this time.

“To a Sith, I’m sure that is exactly what it was, Nothing. But that was the Sith, NOT Qui-Gon. You can separate the two, Obi. There is no more of our friend left in that man and soon you will have to face him. You can’t afford to cloud your emotions, and must find peace in that fact if we are to protect the Galaxy.”

“Is it that simple for you? You can just put all he ever was into a box and bury it in the dirt?”

“Nothing is simple, young one. But yes, I have buried my old friend, and he was a great man. I will not allow that creature that wears his face to change that.” Mace stood from the tree, and patted it gently. “This is a place of mourning now. Let us not dwell in this darkness any longer. Shall we go find Ani and see if we can focus on the living?”

Obi-Wan stood and brushed off his tunics, looking solemnly at the dark branches. “Good-Bye my friend. I will miss you.” Standing just behind his former master, he was ready to face the future, now that he had said goodbye to the past. As the two Jedi moved side by side from the small island clearing, they did not notice as a small green bud appeared on a darkened branch. It reached out towards the red-haired man who was bound to its life force as much as Qui-Gon Jinn.

The stars rushed by the view screen as Acheros settled into his thoughts. He had quickly left Coruscant as ordered by his master, but he would not find himself going to Mustafar, at least not just yet. He had a few stops to make upon the way. He had hi-jacked a ship, leaving his own lying empty on the landing pad of Coruscant. He would use some excuse if asked about it, but he didn’t want to chance being followed. He was still going through the memory of Obi-Wan in front of the Senate, feeling the heartache of that moment. He knew that the man had no choice, he’d killed his best friend, what did the Sith expect?

The beeping began, jerking him out of his contemplations, warning him that the ship had exited hyperspace and was approaching the planet of Kamino. It was such a dismal planet, covered in water and constantly raining. The living force was so potent in those waters; it made him yearn for the past when he could find comfort from those pathetic creatures. The ship came to rest on the landing pad. He was met swiftly by three lanky figures. They were Kaminoans, an elegant but mysterious race known for keeping to themselves. They ran this this facility, this cloning machine. Acheros had become to know them quite well over the last two years. They were the main piece in Sidious’ plan to overthrow the Republic and end the Jedi.

“Master Jinn.” He had bade them to stop calling him Master, but it never seemed to stick, he swore it was in their DNA to hold to that diplomacy.

“I hope that everything is going as planned and that our Army is coming along as prearranged? It is nearly time to expose them to the galaxy.”

Lama Su moved his long neck slowly up and down in acknowledgement. “They shall be ready. Jango arrived just shortly before you, ensuring that the training was being conducted properly. He also inquired about his end of the deal.”

They strode into the accommodations, the icy downpour soaking Acheros from tip to toe. On Kamino he was Qui-Gon Jinn. He was the embodiment of the Jedi Master that he should have remained. His presence was keeping the Republic safe by overseeing their clone army, at least that was his cover story. It was all beginning to come together satisfactorily. “I require my rooms so that I may switch into dry clothes, please send Jango to me and we will discuss his concerns”.

“Very well Master, We will also send some warm soup. There are many others that are asking to see you. They have agreed to stay here for the time being, but as you can understand. They are becoming antsy.”

“I will see them at my convenience. Please tell them I have tasks to tend to, which include much needed rest. Thank you Lama Su.” It was hard to pretend to be that courteous, diplomatic Jedi Master after being in the wicked embrace of Sidious, but he was learning how to manage the two faces of Qui-Gon Jinn.

Once more he was alone in his quarters. He began to peel off the rain-soaked clothes that fit tightly to his physique. He was aching from his evening with Sidious, but he made an effort to ignore the pull of muscles and bruises that seemed to cover his flesh. Shedding the dripping tunics, Acheros strode to the fresher, grabbing a towel to finish drying. The luminescent lights highlighted the toll this existence was leaving on him. He peered into mirror to see the reflection of eyes that were sunken, black circles from lack of proper sleep. His skin was pale, almost translucent from living in the shadows, hardly ever seeing the sunlight. That is what he was, a specter of what he once was, someone who played in the darkness and kept the light at bay. What would Obi-Wan think of him now if he saw him? No, that was not a thought he could afford at this moment.

Grabbing a white towel and swathing it around his hips, he was astonished that he still had the form of a middle aged man. His muscles were still well-defined, his age not making him soft in the middle like most. As he entered the main room there was a low cough. “It’s about time, Acheros. I do have other business deals to see to, not just yours.”

It was hard not to roll your eyes when you were dealing with Jango Fett. He made everything seem overly important, no matter what the situation was. “I’m sure you do, Fett. However I would suggest that you make this deal your priority, or else my master my no longer look the other way on your other…projects.”

Jango loathed playing this game, but credits were credits. “Speaking of other projects,” Jango scrutinized the room before continuing. “I have done everything you have asked of me, I want what you promised.” Acheros just hummed slightly at the bounty hunter. Of all the bounty hunter’s requests, this was the one that astounded him the most. Fett was a man of honor, even among bounty hunters. His love for Mandalore, of family took precedent above anything else. So when Jango asked for an unaltered clone to raise as his son, it had rendered the Sith speechless.

“You have gone above and beyond what we have asked of you, Jango. I don’t know if I can ever show you more gratitude then this.” He waved at the door, watching as it opened to reveal CN-2224, in his arms a small bundle of warmth. “He has been unaltered, as you requested. He is yours to raise now, raise him well, my friend.” Jango just considered the fidgeting infant, wondering how a Sith could appreciate this moment as much as he seemed to.

“Sir?” The clone looked to them both, bouncing the baby in his arms as it started to fuss.

“It’s ok Cody, Jango will treat him well. I promise.”

Cody gave the infant a smile and reluctantly gave a small kiss to the youngling’s forehead. “I will miss you, Vod.” Jango was suddenly brought back to the moment as he saw himself in the clone’s eyes.

“He will be in the best hands, I promise.” Cody warily handed the crying child over to Jango, amazed when the child immediately went quiet.

“Ner ad’ika.” Acheros just nodded to Cody, dismissing him. This was a moment between father and son; they didn’t need witnesses to this spectacle. The door slid shut and the room was quiet except for the small gurgles of a little one. “Gar cuyir ner Cin Vhetin, Boba Fett.”

“You will find quarters just down the hall, with the supplies that you need. I’m sure you will be able to rely on the rest of your Vod’s to help out.” Acheros tugged the towel closer to his body, wanting nothing more than to reach the bed that offered some comfort.

Jango tore his eyes from the baby in his arms to glance towards the Sith. He had been around this man now for over a year, and he still couldn’t figure him out. One moment he was the scariest monster in the galaxy and in the next he seemed to radiate a peace that Jango only hoped to achieve one day. “Thank you, Lord Acheros; my family is in your debt.”

“You owe me nothing, Jango. Just take care of young Boba, I find I have already grown quite attached to the young one.” Jango was surprised at the admission but was quickly ushered from the room.

Alone, something that seldom happened, even as a Sith. He was always surrounded by his master’s contact and schemes. Here he was far enough away from the man that he could let his shields slip. He could take out his emotions, and let them bleed out of his conscience. He could allow himself to step from the shadows and access the light, that little spark of illumination that even now remained with him. He could not give up hope; he could not accept Obi-Wan’s words in the Senate chamber. “It’s almost time, Obi, please don’t lose that faith.” The words were barely a murmur as he slid the towel from his hips and dropped onto the bed, covering the silk sheets around his unprotected form. The caress of the sleek fabric had sent desire through his body as he envisioned the friction being young calloused hands that haunted his dreams.

It didn’t take long before exhaustion sent him into a deep slumber.

“Why are you here?” The words reverberated in the blackness.

“Where is here, exactly?” It was a smart ass comment, but there was little to his vision.

“Why are you HERE?” It was a solemn voice that repeated the words.

He was about to replicate the same response, when he was blinded by a bright light that caused him to blink away tears. Once he was able to focus again, he realized where he was. It was a small atoll, set between a flowing creek. “My Sleeping Elder,” The words were soft as Qui-Gon finally identified the voice and place. “I have miss…” The words were suddenly wrenched from his lips as he turned to find the once beautiful tree a charred mass.

“No, Ki, what has happened?” The child that once was threw his arms around the trunk of his forever friend.

“Only what you have permitted to happen, young one.” There was no judgement in those words, just the facts. “Your actions have consequences.”

The man wept, wrapping his arms around the trunk that seemed to crumble under that touch. “No, it can’t be. You can’t leave me!”

“He never left you.” It wasn’t his Ki that spoke this time; it was someone from behind, with a soft melodic tone. “I never left you.”

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon choked on the name.

“Good-Bye, Qui-Gon. I have to let go, I can’t hold on any longer. I’m…sorry.” The tears were streaming down his beautiful face as Qui-Gon strained to comfort his knight, but he could not budge.

He felt the roots of the tree wrap around his body, holding him taut and drawing him against the blackened stump, like chains. “You are bound in your darkness, you made your choice and I cannot follow.” Obi-Wan began to turn from the island, his body concealed by a deep fog that grew closer and closer to the tree.

“You are my servant!” The cackling grew louder from the fog, as the tree’s roots started to wrap around his neck and pull tighter and tighter, obstructing the air. “Ki, please...You were my friend, please.”

“I only reflect our bond, Acheros. I only reflect what’s inside you.” He was suffocating slowly from the vines that wrapped around every part of his body, leaving bloody gashes.

“Qui-Gon, you know me as Qui-Gon. Please don’t call me, THAT. Not you, not you who knows me better than all else.” The daylight that was shining had turned to night, the cackling of his master, the vines of his friend, it was all too much. He was going to die in this darkness.

“Sir? Sir?!?” Acheros was quickly torn from the nightmare as he came face to face with the silvered protocol droid. “Sir, your vitals are off the charts. I didn’t mean to disturb you, but I feared the worst.”

The vision still clung to him, knowing that only part of that dream was fantasy. His Obi-Wan had given up on him. “Tea, please.”

“Yes, Sir.” He had no desire for the drink, but even the droids eyes appeared to be filled with pity.

'You just have to hold It together a while longer. This is almost done.' The man looked down upon his quivering hands; they once seemed like such gentle, strong hands, steady in their embrace. Sleep would elude him on this night, which wasn’t an unknown experience. It had been years since he had a peaceful sleep.

“Master, your tea has been set on the table. I will shut down if you have no need of me.” Acheros just nodded to the droid and slipped the robe around his frame, tying it at the waist. He might as well get up and return to his plans. Falling onto the couch, he gripped the hot cup around his hands for warmth when the door chimed.

“What now!” Acheros roared, slamming his tea on the table and spilling it all over. He would never get time to himself, he was sure of that. “What do you want?” He declared as the door slid open to reveal an incredibly pissed off Jedi.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? What were you thinking?”  The young man flew into the room, arms moving about in agitation. “Why would you do that to him and not tell him the truth?! You stupid bastard, how can you break him that way?” Even though he was half the size, there was no appeasing the Jedi as he punctuated his statement with pokes to the chest.

There was a delicate moan as fingers were pressed firmly against a bruise.  “Why don’t you just come in Garen…”

#quiobi #obiqui #Qui Gon Jinn #obi wan kenobi #obi wan/qui gon #the philosophy of lost chaces #jinnobi #Sith Qui Gon

[fireflyfish]

Quiobi, no.1 with Qui-Gon as a Sith and Obi-Wan as a Jedi?

Obi-Wan Kenobi’s world is black and white.

There is good and there is evil.

He is a Jedi and therefore he is good.

Raised as the last Padawan Learner to the venerable Grand Master of the Order, Obi-Wan has strived all his life to be the perfect Jedi, the epitome of the light. He has ruthlessly chased out fear and anger from his heart, has excised all that would tempt him down a darker path shaded in charcoal, ebony, and onyx. He knows the shades of ivory that mark the path of the truly righteous like the back of his hand.

He is an example to the Order, to those initiates who feel they will never be chosen, encouragement to those Knights who fear that perfection is out of their grasp, and a subtle reminder to masters to think twice about their preconceived notions.

If Obi-Wan Kenobi can become a paragon of light, the finest of his generation, Master Yoda’s true heir, then anything is possible.

Through the light all things are possible.

Except… that is all Obi-Wan can see.

There is no color in his world, no vibrant blues, no ruddy crimson or a delicate yellow. The world around him is as black and white as the lessons handed down to him from a grandmaster who has evolved beyond caring about the color of a flower or the particular shade of the sunset.

After 800 years of shades of grey, Yoda needs no gaudy, saturated rainbow to tell him that sunlight dappled through the leaves of a sweet oak in the Room of a Thousand Fountains is beautiful. He simply accepts the world that he sees as it is. He does not need color nor does he want it.

“A Jedi craves not these things, Obi-Wan,” Yoda tells him and Obi-Wan does his best to listen to his master’s wisdom, to tell himself that there is beauty in the shift from radiant white to ecru to charcoal and the inky wash of night time.

It works for the most part.

There are stories on the holonet, simple minded vapid tales of nonsense about soulmates and the gift of colors and Obi-Wan would pay them no mind if his friends didn't find them so hilarious. Luminara giggles at the florid language, while Quinlan cackles and makes bad jokes about rutting.

Even Padme, a younger Padawan Obi-Wan mentored in his final years as a Senior Padawan, enjoys watching them, her eyes lighting up as the soulmates, now united, take their first view of the world around them. They are exported to another plane and the show inevitably ends on a long and lingering kiss.

Obi-Wan thinks that's all a bunch of nonsense and would tell his friends so if he didn't know it would hurt their feelings.

“There is nothing wrong with wanting to feel loved,” Quinlan explains to Obi-Wan one night on a mission assigned to the two of them. “I know that old troll has your brains scrambled so that all you can do is eat, sleep and breathe the Code but I think he's wrong. We all want to feel loved, to feel like we’re a part of something bigger than ourselves.”

“What is bigger than the Order?” Obi-Wan asks gazing up at the distant stars, sparkling bits of light in the depth of a black void. “What is bigger than the Force?”

Quinlan shrugs. “I don't know. Love? Maybe that's all the Force is. Love. And when you meet the right person it can help you experience the Force in a whole new way.”

“I do not need a romantic partner to be complete, Quinlan,” Obi-Wan sniffs and Quinlan lets the subject drop and when Quinlan’s world explodes in color six months later, he does not mention it to Obi-Wan. But he does mourn the fact that his friend will never know that his eyes are blue, with hints of grey, that his hair has strands of copper mixed with honeyed wheat.

Time passes and the light becomes harder to find and Obi-Wan tries to shine brighter, to be better, to hold up a candle against the encroaching darkness. There is more now than ever before. Ink washes of ash and soot where there should only be pure, pristine white. The fog of war rises with rumors of darksiders, of actual Sith, drifting through the gauzy, hazy peace of the Jedi Temple.

Obi-Wan has never met them but his world is black and white, good and evil.

They are Sith and so they are evil.

The first hints are missions that go awry, ones where knights don’t come back, or come back grievously injured, their blood staining dove-grey robes black. There are reports of beings dressed in black with gleaming, horrible stars for eyes. Two of them, they say, a master and an apprentice.

The galaxy teeters on the edge of something, struggling to stay upright, to stay in the light, to resist the pull of the dark.

And then something snaps: an assassination attempt, an illegal seizure of territory, a starship blown up in “neutral” territory. It doesn’t matter what the exact act is.

It never does.

War sweeps through the galaxy and the Jedi are called to defend civilization, to defend democracy and to defend the light, and Obi-Wan Kenobi is on the front line.

His men tell him their color is yellow, like a life-giving sun. The other brigades and legions are a rainbow of colors that are lost on him.

What do the colors matter if those brave souls all end up the same, dead on the battlefield?

It doesn’t matter that fire is red-gold and white hot or that Padme’s 501st is painted blue like the Naboo sky at high noon.

What does any of it matter when there are Sith out there and the darkness is growing stronger?

And then one day, Padme finds Obi-Wan meditating in his room, and she is crying.

“I saw him! I saw him on the field!” she sobs into Obi-Wan, into the safe haven of her brother Jedi’s arms. “I saw him and… and… his eyes… I couldn’t look away.”

Obi-Wan nods, quiet, caring and listening. He has heard the Sith have arresting eyes, that it is like looking into the heart of a dying star. He has heard they are conventionally attractive but he has yet to meet either Master or Apprentice.

“Which one? The older or the younger?” he asks, his voice soft in the pale grey of the early morning light. Padme hurried to him as soon as her ship docked back in the orbital shipyards.

She manages to stammer out that she saw the younger, that he was tall and wild and that he looked straight at her.

“And… Obi-Wan, I… I… Oh I don’t know how to say it!” Padme curses, tears spilling anew. “His eyes! I saw them! And they… they… they were gold.”

For a moment, Obi-Wan is struck dumb, his mouth works but his mind reels, trying to make sense of this, trying to fit this very dark shade of grey into his black-and-white world.

Padme is good. Padme is a Jedi.

Padme is made of pure light.

She would never have a Sith for a soulmate.

And yet, she does.

“His hair is brown and their robes are black, like soot or scoring, and his blade is red and I know what red is and I don’t know what to do!” Padme sobs and Obi-Wan holds her in place, promises her it will all be alright and that they will find a way through this. He is her elder brother, her friend and confidant. He won’t tell a soul.

Who would believe him?

But as worried as he is for Padme, there is a part of him that is jealous, that silently burns with spite. She now knows that her eyes are brown, her lips are pink and her robe is the soft fawn of spring trees. Padme knows that there is another out there, one whose existence gives her life meaning and fills up an empty hole within her.

She finds out later that his name is Vader, well, Anakin and he loves her, has become obsessed with her. Padme loves him too, is just as obsessed, and they chase each other across the galaxy, fighting to win, to capture and to tame the other.

But the hole in Obi-Wan stays empty and his world stays black and white.

“Proud of you, am I,” Yoda confesses to Obi-Wan, late one night. “Difficult this war is, but shine like a beacon you do. The best of us, you have become, my Padawan.”

“Thank you, Master,” Obi-Wan replies but the words feel like ash in his mouth.

The world grows darker with each engagement, with battles lost and won. Padme vows that next time she will catch Vader and bring him to justice and Vader gives him messages for Padme that next time he won’t let her go.

Obi-Wan wonders if the two are incapable of working a comm but he dutifully delivers the messages.

He tells himself he is not jealous, that he is not lonely.

He is a Jedi and he is good.

He is wreathed in light.

Then comes Geonosis and battle to destroy the droid-making abilities of the Geonosians. Obi-Wan leads his 212th attack battalion from the ground, supported by the 501st and others. They make their way through seemingly endless waves of droids to come upon the target, a tall, organic spire carved from sandstone by the insect creatures. It is a hive and a bunker.

And they will hit it with everything they’ve got.

Obi-Wan leads a company in with him, Luminara leads the artillery bombardment from behind and Padme and her squads try to out-fly Vader in the sky. It is a dangerous battle, pitched between the light and the dark.

Obi-Wan can feel the galaxy hold its breath.

And then he sees him, the Master, the tall imposing figure he has somehow not seen until this day.

At first Obi-Wan thinks there’s something wrong with his eyes because the man cutting through Master Mundi’s troops is not dark so much as his aura is tinged with red. Obi-Wan shakes his head and scrubs at his eyes, assuming that his mind is playing tricks on him, that he cannot possibly be seeing red.

He doesn’t know what red is.

But the Sith moves with surprising speed and grace through the battle, mowing down clones and droids alike as they get in his path. His skin is flushed and his hair is warmer than grey but not black, what Obi-Wan suddenly realizes is brown.

And his eyes.

His eyes are gold rimmed in red.

Obi-Wan’s mind whirls as the world around him explodes in color, as blue practically assaults his senses from above and the sudden onslaught of yellow demands to be noticed, to be seen. The sandstone hive-bunker is a rusty, ruddy umber and the blade of his saber is azure.

And the Sith’s eyes are golden and his hair is brown with streaks of grey and he is looking straight at Obi-Wan.

There are only a few meters between them and in the chaos of battle, no one stops the Sith who storms over to Obi-Wan, his predator eyes narrowed and the line of his jaw hard in spite of the beard that fails to soften it.

“And who are you, Jedi?” the taller man asks, looking over Obi-Wan’s face as if looking for a key to unlock the mystery that has just been presented to him. “I’ve not seen you before.”

And to his credit, Obi-Wan attacks because he is a Jedi and he is good.

But his soulmate is a Sith.

One day Obi-Wan will learn his true name, whisper it in a moment of abandon and passion when he cannot fight it any longer, when their colors are too much, too much gold and blue, the red of soft lips and warmth of an indigo-edged night.

His name is Qui-Gon Jinn, and now Obi-Wan Kenobi’s world is full of color.

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