#I sense a great opportunity for Sith!AU

[hellcheer-heaven]

star wars au when Eddie as jedi and Chrisy as sith

Hello dear anon, I absolutely love this idea! Again my apologies for take a lifetime to answer. Considering that both Star Wars and Stranger Things are big fandoms (the latter I’m sure is still growing), I would love a ST au! or a crossover involving Hawkins’ residents living in a galaxy far, far away. Now while my knowledge of SW isn’t as big as it once was, I think it would be neat to have these two in such differing roles. I’ll discuss this as an au! and crossover. I’ll also have pictures and titles included so it doesn’t become too confusing to read.

Eddie Munson

On Tatooine, Wayne raises Eddie on a the desert planet. They take care of their livestock and sell goods in Mos Eisley just to make ends meet. Eddie is the only one who is force sensitive and even shows Wayne his “cool powers” when he moves things with his mind. Wayne is well aware of the Jedi, but fears what could happen to his nephew if someone finds out. When Eddie is 8 years old, a few of the Jedi visit their booth. Yoda senses great potential in him. As difficult as it is, Wayne encourages Eddie to go with them, noting that he will have a better life out there. They must go their separate ways, and he promises to return to Wayne when the time is right (which he does, Wayne will live in this universe because I say so).

Chrissy Cunningham

Chrissy lives on the busy planet of Coruscant. She’s force sensitive as well and is also given a wonderful opportunity to train. However her mother (an important, respected, and feared politician) forbids it and does what she can to keep her daughter in line. She believes that the Jedi are barbaric and are no different from the Sith. Whenever Laura spots Chrissy using her telekinesis, she resorts to scolding and hitting her. She denies her food and water as a means of punishment too. After Chrissy turns 6, it becomes difficult for her to control her powers. Further adding onto the stress of having to be the “perfect” daughter for her mother’s reputation. One night Chrissy ends up using the Force as a means to protect herself from another beating. Violently shoving Laura until her back hits the wall. In that moment, Laura knows that cannot control her daughter, so she sends her away to the Jedi Temple, believing that they will straighten her out.

Jedi Temple and the Tale of Henry Creel

Eddie and Chrissy become friends and as they age, something more blossoms between them. But as the code states, Jedi are never to form relationships with anyone. This becomes a bit more challenging when they are sent off on missions together with a Jedi Master during their time as apprentices. When the two of them are allowed to go on their own, they share tender kisses and hold hands. They get to learn more about each other and they talk about their dreams. Even though it seems impossible, they hope that perhaps one day they can be together, even if it means that they’ll be kicked out of the temple for good.

Their education requires them to study the history of the Jedi and understand the Force as well. In the process, they also learn of a past pupil who had turned to the Dark Side. He was like them once, young, ambitious, and ready to face the enemy. Henry Creel was highly intelligent and very intuitive as well, he studied the archives and the ways of the Jedi. Yet his thirst for knowledge was as boundless as the galaxy. He wanted to learn about the Sith, get a better sense of their ways. When his interest was discovered, he was banned and kicked out of the temple. His anger fueled his powers, resorting to using the Force for his own means. Going as far as to kill anyone that stood in his way when he enacted his revenge.

The masters and knights managed to stop him from committing a horrible massacre and he was arrested. He was able to escape and he soon became an enemy to the Republic and to the Jedi. Henry sought out the likes of Count Dooku and Martin Brenner. They taught him the ways of the Dark Side, utilizing violent methods to train him. Brenner was the lesser of two evils, treating the young man like a son. Dooku highly disagreed with Brenner’s antics, believing that he was being “too soft on the boy.” And so he made sure to really push him to his limit and then some. Henry was always the target of his lightening strikes. Each strike became much more unbearable, disfiguring Creel over time until he became the monster that he was meant to be. When his training was complete, he commanded his own loyal following and committed such unspeakable crimes. He was willing to teach anyone that pledged their allegiance to him and to the Dark Side. However, there was one person in mind that he felt a connection to.

Sith Lord Vecna

Chrissy couldn’t help but find the tale of Henry to be fascinating, so she wanted to know more about him. Obi-Wan sensed that something was amiss with her, pulling her aside to let her know that she needed to be careful. She reassured him that she was fine, but he could not let this feeling go. This bad feeling felt a little too familiar, he feared of what could happen to her like he feared for his current apprentice Anakin.

One evening when she was meditating alone, she sensed an unfamiliar voice speaking to her, it referred to itself as Vecna. He managed to get into her mind, bringing back awful memories of her past. Planting the seed of doubt and fear within her, letting it fester until she started to let the darkness in. Chrissy felt that she was pushed to her limits during her training and used her hatred to her benefit during her missions. Eddie had to stop her from killing a corrupt politician, having to remind her that the Jedi do not kill. He brings up his worries to the council, all they can do is speak with her and let her off with a warning.

Chrissy despises what Eddie had done, believing that he betrayed her. He tries to reconcile, telling her that he only did it for her. He cares about her, he doesn’t want anything awful to happen. She disregards his feelings and continues to focus on what matters to her. Vecna continues to plague her thoughts, telling her that Eddie will destroy her one day. The two of them are no longer on speaking terms from now on.

A Never-ending Battle

Some years later during an important mission, Chrissy fully embraces her darker side. The sight of blood and cut up bodies no longer frightens her. She even goes as far as to hurt Eddie, leaving permanent scars across his body during an intense battle. She has the opportunity to end him, but she leaves him for dead thinking he’ll simply die of starvation. The connection between her and Vecna grows when she seeks him out. He takes her as his apprentice, he teaches her everything and more. She becomes the warrior that she was born to be.

Jedi Master Munson and Sith Lord Cunningham cross paths many, many times. Their battles are long, epic, and difficult. Yet they both manage to show equal parts strength, agility, and endurance regardless of whatever planet they’re on. She tells him each time to join her, they can create the world however they choose, and he refuses each and every time. He tells her to leave Vecna, to come back to the light. He promises to do whatever it takes to help her, but in the end she refuses and so their battle continues until they meet again.

A tragic tale of two friends, turned lovers, turned into enemies for life. It begs the question if they could have any sort of romantic connection anymore.

#hellcheer #munningham #eddissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #laura cunningham #wayne munson #uncle wayne #henry creel #vecna #st vecna #stranger things!au #stranger things #stranger things au #star wars #crossover #yoda #obi wan kenobi #obi wan #tried my best anon it’s not very good #anon reply #anon answered #anon ask #anonymous #cunningcreel

[beckyh2112]

Palpatine has plans <3 and wants <3 <3

Previously in this AU...

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Cody leaned on Obi-Wan's door-chime. It was rude, he knew it was rude, but he needed answers Bly couldn't or wouldn't give him.

Fox was supposed to have been safe on Coruscant. Miserable, because he didn't get to use his skills the way Cody did, but safe. Someone he could trust would survive the war even if no one else did.

Not someone who had been the Sith Master's "favorite". Not someone who had been through torture and worse, and who had lied to Cody's face about everything being fine.

Who Cody had let lie to him, because he hadn't wanted to hear Fox whining about his cushy Coruscant posting.

Ponds, Rex, and Waxer would all have told him that beating himself up wouldn't help anyone, with varying degrees of niceness. There was a reason he hadn't been talking privately to any of them about this.

The door slid open. "Come in, Cody."

He stalked in, assessed Obi-Wan at a glance. Normal amount of sleep deprivation, more stress than usual, probably because of Skywalker.

"You said I could come to you with any questions I had about the Force."

Obi-Wan brightened. He wanted the clones to show an interest in the Force so badly sometimes. "Yes, of course! What do you want to know?"

"Force-suppression. How does it work?"

"Ah. There are several different methods, but if this is about- Palpatine?" Cody noted the little hitch; his Jedi general was still very angry on Anakin's behalf. At his nod, Obi-Wan continued, "The cuffs provided by the Jedi Order are made of beskar, which naturally dampens the Force. There are techniques used in their forging that enhance that dampening beyond what even the purest beskar is naturally capable of. I'm afraid I've never researched what exactly is done..."

Cody frowned. "So they're just beskar?"

"No, no." Obi-Wan shook his head and reached for a data-pad. "Sheev Palpatine is human, so the cuffs used on him would include several disruptors that make it difficult for humans and near-humans to access the Force."

"Dampen, make it difficult- None of that is actually cutting someone off from the Force entirely."

"The only way to do that is to kill the person in question, I'm afraid. Even ysalamiri can't entirely cut someone off from the Force. But it would take power like Anakin's or a great deal of skill to use the Force despite being in suppression cuffs."

So you couldn't use them on Skywalker. Good to know. Cody couldn't keep the anger out of his voice when he asked, "Was it power or skill that let that monster steal Fox's mind?"

There was a long moment of silence. Then: "I'm sorry, Palpatine did what?"

"That's what Bly said the healers said."

"I see. It seems the Council has not been keeping me up-to-date. I'll have to speak to them about that." Obi-Wan sounded only mildly ruffled, but he rolled to his feet in one of those Jedi-graceful moves that settled him in a combat stance.

Cody gave a sharp nod, then tracked back to something Obi-Wan had said earlier. "What are ysalamiri?"

---

His owner was petting him. Fox chrred as he became aware of it, the hands on him as familiar as his own self. He'd never not known those hands or the presence of his owner.

"Our time grows short, pet. I can sense it."

Fox raised his head and yipped curiously.

"It's nothing I can do anything about, but it's an opportunity for you."

Fox cocked his head questioningly.

"You have a littermate, you know."

Fox's ears flicked. There was someone else like him? Someone else who belonged here with his owner?

A chuckle. "Such a sweet pet. Your littermate is like a wild padme. Less worth the time to tame than you. But you've been such a dear pet, and I don't want you to be lonely."

Padmes were a common flower native to Naboo. The garden varieties had been bred to be thornless. Only the wild ones still had them.

"When you find him, bring him to me."

#bexfic #fox^2 #the council hasn't told obi-wan #because one this isn't really something we want to trust to even secure comms #and two PATIENT PRIVACY #fox^2 au

[nevertheless-moving]

Suicidal Misunderstanding XVII

Part I - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Part XIV - - - - Part XV - - - - Part XVI

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Anakin scarcely had time to relax into the confirmation that Obi-Wan still loved him when his Master drew back.

“Anakin- you have no idea how much I simply want to stay like this, but we don’t have much time before I have to talk to the council, and there’s some matters I really feel we must discuss privately before that happens.”

“Ok.” Anakin wiped his face with the sleeve of his robe and sat at the foot of his Master’s bed, vibrating with intensity. 

“First of all.” Obi-Wan took a deep breath. “I know this sounds insane, but I need you to believe me- I’m from four years in the future. Or I had an incredibly detailed, four year long vision. Either way- I know things. I know where the war is leading us.”

“Alright.” Anakin nodded in relief. Looks like Bant was right. Thank fuck- I hated her theory the least. “So when you-” He vaguely mimed a stabbing motion “-You were trying to ‘wake up’ - from a memory? 

“Yes! Exactly!” Obi-Wan replied, relieved at the ease of the explanation. 

Anakin smiled reassuringly, then lunged to grab a pillow to whack his Master over the head. “You- fucking- kara- blast- idiot.” Anakin grit out, thwacking his master repeatedly with gentle rage. “Do. You. Have. Any. Idea. How! Fucked! Up! That! WAS! FOR!-”

Obi-Wan snatched the pillow, “Yes! Yes! I didn’t intend to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry, and you are perfectly entitled to your anger, alright!”

“I- oh.” Anakin paused, sitting back on his heels, not really sure how to go respond.

“Anakin- I know the identity of the Sith Master. I know who’s behind everything.” Obi-Wan stared intently into Anakin’s eyes. 

“Obi-Wan- that’s great!” Anakin said excitedly. If Obi-Wan knew who was responsible for all their suffering then, “That could end the war, right?”

Obi-Wan continued to gaze searchingly at his dearest friend and brother’s face, gently opening himself up to their bond, trying to find any hint of duplicity.

Anakin faltered under the scrutiny. “Right?”

Obi-Wan took another deep breath. He didn’t know. This was Anakin, before Palpatine- did something to him. It wasn’t too late.

“Anakin...it’s...someone we trust. Someone you trust. He- Darth Sidious- he’s been running both sides of the war.”

Anakin paled, eyes darting to the door, voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper, “He’s on the Council? Fuck that’s bad. Obi-Wan, what do you need me to do? I don’t have my lightsaber right now, but-” 

“No!” Obi-Wan replied quickly. “No! I mean, yes, it’s bad. But he’s not on the council. It’s- Anakin. I’m so, so sorry. But I saw a security hologram of him giving the final order to- to wipe out the Jedi and the Separatist leadership.” Anakin watched in alarm as Obi-Wan shuddered viscerally.

“I saw his speeches declaring victory over us, over everything. He personally killed half the council when we finally, finally found him out, far too late. Yoda barely survived- we were- the two of us were all that was left. I spent the last few years listening to his decrees as ‘Emperor’ - declaring the scarce remaining Jedi traitors to be hunted down. Making non-humans second class citizens. Enslaving worlds.”

Obi-Wan grabbed the front of Anakin’s tunic. “Please Anakin. He- he’s evil. He doesn’t want peace, or freedom, or justice, or security. He’s just been manipulating us all for his own ends. All of us. This whole time.” 

“It’s going to be ok, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said earnestly, grasping his Master’s hands. “I believe you. If the force gave you this clear a warning- or this incredible a second chance, then obviously we have to listen! I won’t let it happen how you saw, I swear. I’ll do whatever it takes to stop him.”

Obi-Wan felt like he was teetering over the edge of a precipice. He sucked in another breath- why was it so hard to breathe- 

“Anakin- It’s Palpatine. Chancellor Palpatine is the Sith Lord.”

Anakin froze. “That’s- not funny.”

Obi-Wan barked out a single hysterical laugh. “No, no it is not. But it’s true. I told you- I saw it and- it makes a twisted sense, even only looking at the informational available at this point in time! How the Separatists  always stayed one step ahead despite our advantages. How the clones and the GAR came to exist in the first place. The constant increase in war time powers- Dooku karking told us the Senate was under the control of a Sith-” 

“We’re listening to Dooku now?” Anakin asked, getting angry for lack of a better response.

“Anakin...” 

“I mean of course that’s what the Sith would want you to believe! He’s the chancellor! Turning the Jedi against the leader of the republic is such a Sith move.”

“Anakin...”

“And- and- MIND CONTROL! What if it was it was mind control! You even said you thought that you thought Cody was mind-controlled, right?”

Obi-Wan drew back, alarmed and suspicious, “How do you know that?” he rasped hoarsely.

Anakin rolled his eyes. “You told Cody, remember? That first night? In the hovercar?”

“Ah. Right. Sorry. That first night is still a little fuzzy.” Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose. “I still can’t believe I time-traveled while high on one end and drunk on the other. It’s so- undignified.” 

Anakin snorted. “You must have taken a lot of spice, huh?” he joked.

Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably.

“I- oh for Krong’s sake,” Anakin groaned, slapping himself in the forehead. “Obi-Wan- were you actually trying to kill yourself?”

“No!” Obi-Wan replied quickly to the loaded question. “I was just looking for a- temporary escape. I did mention that a Sith Empire ruled the galaxy and Yoda and I were all that was left of the Jedi order, right? He didn’t seem totally sane the last time I saw him, either! Not to mention, I spent most of the last three years alone in a desert.”

“Oh.” Anakin grew somber. “Master, that-”

“And that still doesn’t explain how you knew what I said to Cody.”

“Well, the day after I came back to our quarters to find you in the process of stabbing yourself in the heart you woke up, declared Master Che both dead and a Sith trick, then sunk into a self-induced coma.” Anakin snapped. “The healers, I think understandably, set aside privacy and called everyone in to try and figure out what the fuck was going on”

Obi-Wan cringed. “That...makes sense. Sorry again.” He cleared his throat. “Look, we’ve got seconds left before council interrupts- I just- didn’t want you to be blindsided by the Palpatine reveal.”

“But you admit there was mind control involved,” Anakin insisted. “Cody wouldn’t have turned on you without it, and neither would the Chancellor.”

“Anakin- I know we never liked to talk about it, but the Vod had a lot more opportunity to be compromised en mass. They were designed for a purpose we never fully understood and their entire childhood consisted of indoctrination; we already knew Dooku was involved with their ‘commissioning- we just ignored it.’”

Anakin bit the inside of his mouth, tasting blood as he restrained himself from screaming. He didn’t want to think about Kamino and he had to make Obi-Wan see past the nightmare he witnessed, before he convinced the council of an innocent man’s guilt.

“There wasn’t anyone else who might have been mind-controlled, who turned on you, or the Jedi? You said everyone died- there had to be someone besides some of the clones and one old man doing the killing,” he said desperately.

Obi-Wan’s sputtered, “That’s- that’s different- it was so obviously Palpatine’s influence.”

“But there was someone else you think might have been acting against his will.” Anakin pressed, sensing a weak point.

Obi-Wan looked gutted. “I don’t know- I want to believe you would never do such terrible things but you did and it all happened so fast...”

“So you admit-” Anakin stopped as his brain caught up with his mouth. “Wait- me?”

Obi-Wan’s face twisted in anguish but he didn’t break eye contact as he nodded.

Anakin swallowed hard. “Obi-Wan... what did I-” he cut himself off as the door opened.

Master Windu entered and squinted suspiciously at the two of them. 

"Mace!” Anakin said nervously. “We were just- crying. You know. Being attached and, and all that.”

Obi-Wan's jaw dropped open as he stared bug-eyed at his Padawan. “Mace?” he repeated, dumbfounded.

Mace Windu inhaled slowly through his nose. “Your friends had plenty of time to bond while we were trying to make sense of your more... disastrous traits.” He waved vaguely.

“You just gestured at all me,” Obi-Wan replied, offended. 

“Well, you’ll have the opportunity to help clear up our misconceptions. Master Aerdo is preparing a meeting room in the Halls so you can explain everything, just like you wanted.”

“Oh, fuck.” Anakin whispered softly. 

“It’s a different room, Anakin, I made sure of it.” Mace reassured him.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan parroted in delight.

“Well, I’m glad you know everyone’s names, at least.” Windu muttered. “Master Che will be by to check you over one more time, she should have some proper robes for you. Should we contact Commander Cody? He’s at a pre-departure briefing with Master Tiin not too far away.” 

“No.” Obi-Wan responded sadly. “We can’t alert anyone outside the halls about even the existence of this meeting. Maintaining secrecy right now is too important. We’re going to need to take a significant amount of extremely careful action on a lot of fronts if we want to unravel the Sith’s plots- and I hate to say it but stopping the actual war is unfortunately going to need to wait for last. We’ll still end things sooner than they would otherwise, but if we meddle too much right now... Whatever story you were using to explain my- absence the past few days, please simply double down on that.” 

The Master of the Jedi Order nodded slowly, holding off on questions with well-practiced restraint.

“Alright Windu, Skywalker, get out.” Che ordered, brusquely pushing her way in with a hovercart. 

“Yes, Master Che.” Anakin acknowledged, jumping up. He gave Obi-Wan a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before he departed. “We’re going to get through this.” he said valiantly, trying to project confidence.

Obi-Wan smiled weakly, “I’ll see you two soon.”

“That’s up to me, actually.” Master Che said cheerfully, snapping her gloves.

Part XVIII

#star wars #my au #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au no 27 #potentially triggering #suicide references #my tags got so long that im just going to post them later as a big meta #star wars fanfiction #time travel #star wars au

[bothcreativitybois]

Star Wars AU Chapter 1

Here’s the first little chunk of a Sanders Sides Star Wars AU I’ve been planning for a while now. I hope y’all like it.

Word count: 1477

TW: Violence, kinda unsympathetic Janus and Logan

No shipping, purely platonic

Taglist (please ask if you wish to be added): @crazydemigod666 @star-crossed-shipper

Droids were littered around the dimly lit atrium, the only real light coming from the blade of Virgil’s lightsaber. He panted as the demeaning figure stared at him from above. Judging. Without a single movement the figure spoke, the hood hiding his face. 

“Impressive, young Virgil.” The sith lord announced. “Your wielding continues to impress and your lightning strikes true.” Virgil retracted the energy of his lightsaber and dropped to a kneel.

“Thank you, Lord Deceit.” Virgil praised. However his master was not done.

“But your movements continue to be stiff and your focus is erratic. In a real fight this could be the end.” The lord scorned. Virgil cringed at the usual remarks. No matter how hard he worked he just could not fix these same problems.

“If I may, master?” Virgil began. Lord Deceit waved a hand to let him proceed. “I think it is because I only ever fight droids. I learned from them. They’re too predictable and my moves have gotten rehearsed.”

“What are you trying to say, young one?” The lord chastised. Virgil grit his teeth. For a long time he had been trying for an opportunity to leave the station again, even for a day, perhaps this would be his chance.

“Maybe if I had a chance for a real fight, a real opponent, I could learn.” Virgil looked up pleadingly at Lord Deceit. The sith lord stood, he put his hands behind him. He turned and took a few steps down the stairs that lead to his throne. Virgil felt isolated in the wide empty room, the large windows leading out to black void of space only amplified this.

“You wish for a chance to prove yourself?” The lord hummed. Virgil nodded. “Do you not remember what happened the last time I gave you an opportunity for just that? Do you not remember how you failed me?” Virgil bit his lip. He was well aware, the hum of the cybernetics attached to his throat served as a great reminder.

“You better not. You have already failed once.” Lord Deceit reminded. “As much as I care for you Virgil, I may not be able to give you another chance.”

“Master, you have trained me well. I have learned from that mistake and believe I have learned all I can from simulations and training droids.” Virgil pressed. It was true, he could predict their patterns. He knew that they would not harm him so he had no fear fighting them. Lord Deceit laughed, his deep voice booming like an explosion.

“You do not wish for training, you thirst for adventure. I can feel it.” The sith lord’s delight could be heard in his tone. “I remember that feeling well.” Lord Deceit thought back fondly, but kept his face stern. Virgil felt so close, he could taste it. The chance to prove himself, the chance to see what was beyond the steel walls that filled every memory. A chance to look out a window and not see the darkness of space.

“I will only do as you wish, master.” Virgil threw out as a last hope. The lord reached the last steps and strode over to his apprentice. As the light flooded under his hood Virgil could see the jagged scars littering half his face giving the appearance of scales. His yellow eyes were unreadable. Virgil stood to meet him but still had to look up to see his face.

“As fate would have it an opportunity has arisen that might just provide what you want, young Virgil.” Lord Deceit began. Virgil’s eyes lit up. “I have sensed a powerful anomaly in the force. A young child with more raw power with the force than I have ever seen. If I have felt this then it is certain the Jedi have too. We must get to this child before they do. I planned to send a squadron of droids but perhaps a one man approach would be better suited.” Virgil paused to take it in. A mission? Alone?

“I will bring the child back for you, master.” Virgil put a hand over his chest and bowed his head.

“If you manage to do such, you will no longer be my apprentice. Your training will be complete.” Lord Deceit announced. Virgil could not believe it. He would be a sith warrior.

“Thank you, master! I will not disappoint!” Virgil vowed. The sith lord turned and began to stride away.

A jedi apprentice skipped down the halls, closely followed by a jedi master. The sunlight danced off the men’s faces and made the sandstone of the walls sparkle as if they had diamonds in them. The sunny day was a great metaphor for the excitement of Padawan Patton who had just gotten news that would change his life.

“This is it! My chance to prove myself!” Apprentice Patton cheered. The stern faced master with him was not impressed.  

“Calm yourself, Patton.” Master Logan directed. “This mission is confidential. You must contain yourself.” The masters stern face was half hidden by his brown and grey beard, blending well with his brown jedi robes. “This lack of control has gotten you in trouble before. If you wish to rise to jedi knight you must learn to mitigate your impulses.” Patton stopped and tried to neaten his curly blonde hair. He was brought down by the mention of this past issue. It was not a situation he wanted to remember.

“I am sorry, master Logan.” He apologised. A jedi must be calm and impartial, but Patton always struggled to contain his emotions. Master Logan sighed and pushed open a large set of doors. Master Logan’s small library was quiet and gave them the privacy they needed to discuss the sensitive task ahead of the student. Glowing books lined the walls and reflected off the metal table in the center. Patton settled on a bench attached to a wall, he was still vibrating with excitement. Master Logan put a chip into the table in the middle of the hexagon shaped room. The lights dimmed and star charts appeared. He moved to stand in front of the student.

“We have sensed a disturbance, a powerful one.” Logan began. “We believe it has come from a young boy on a planet known as Pi’cani.” A cluster of stars was zoomed into on the star chart, another zoom revealed a small planet. “This young boy has immense connection to the force, more than we see in the most highly trained knights. His connection rivals us masters. Your job is to find this child and bring him back to us. If he is left untrained or worse, taken to the dark side, then he could be a danger to us all.” Patton rose his hand, Master Logan sighed but allowed him to ask his question.

“What if the child’s parents are reluctant to let him leave?” Patton asked, his empathy boiling up.

“We do not know the boy’s situation. You will report it to us and the council will decide the best course of action.”  Logan answered. “As this is a highly classified mission you will only be allowed contact with one Jedi member, that will be me. You also will not be allowed to use any of our resources else the mission may be in danger. You will be sent to the travel hub with some credits and a bag of supplies. With that and your lightsaber you should have everything you need to complete the assignment.” Master Logan stepped away and took the chip out of the table and the lights came up. The star chart disappeared. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Logan. I will not fail the council.” Patton promised. Master Logan let his shoulders fall a moment and put a hand on Patton’s shoulder.

“The council's eyes are on you. Many have crumbled under this pressure, don’t let that happen to you.” Master Logan soothed. This was the reason they chose Patton over any other apprentice. He was enthusiastic and cheerful, he would not be easy to break. Sith fed off negative emotions, everyone doubted if Patton had felt bad in his life. “I have full faith in you padawan. If anyone can complete this, it’s you.” Patton’s eyes sparkled from the approval. He rose to and skipped to the door.

“I’ll see you when I am a knight, master Logan.” Patton joked.

“I hope so.” Master Logan nodded. “As much as I care for you Patton, the council may not be able to give you another chance.”

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides fic #sanders sides au #ts logan #logan sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #sanders sides star wars au #roman took over

[doorsclosingslowly]

Your death is a number but I cannot count that high (11/16)

In which Death Watch enter the enemy ship, and Asajj gets her shot at freedom.

Zombie Savage AU | 2.5k | warning for body horror

For the first time in weeks, Asajj feels light. It’s almost offensive, how quickly she slipped from world-devouring grief and heartburn and eternal nightmares into mission planning and execution mode, but then again: she enjoys bounty hunting. Pursuit and infiltration are basically her comfort zone, and even the present company cannot spoil her thrill.

She finally has solid ground under her feet again. The swamp that broils and laps at her with every dream and with every wriggling fleshworm that fucking Savage Opress sends her way is receding, and soon enough, when she gets her chance, she’ll kill it off—kill him—for good.

Asajj’s sisters and Mother Talzin may have accidentally landed her in a malignant trap when they tried to help her fight Dooku, but Asajj will chew her way free.

That’s why she volunteered to be ground troop today. She needs to rescue herself. She needs to cut off this bond, cut off the mate, cut off the drowning boulder. She’d been prepared to argue and fight for the opportunity, since it’s not like anybody trusts her here, but it was surprisingly easy. Not even a doubtful look—no, the only response she’d received was appreciation for her fearlessness in the face of certain death. Well, maybe it is. Maul keeps insisting that Savage’s torture is a trap laid by Sidious, his past shadowy Sith Master, and that setting a foot on Entralla means getting fried and disappeared and tortured. He himself is going down still, obviously—by now it doesn’t even appear to be bravado or tending to his image before his following but genuine mushy affection for that dumb creature, and if Asajj wasn’t busy she might almost be curious—Maul is coming down with her, as are Kast and Saxon and three dozen other supercommandos. That’s what they’d settled on, once their advance droid surveillance footage yesterday had revealed their target to be a small spaceship surrounded by a hundred medium-sized tents.

Maul, Kast and Saxon at once, who as far as she’s observed are the three highest-ranking members of Death Watch, and on what all of them believe is a suicide mission—Asajj would call them brain-dead, but actually, she doesn’t care. Either Maul is every inch the scared wretch of a cast-off Sith plaything he appears and is making mountains out of skrant-hills, or she’ll, most likely, be dead too. Looks like that gamorrean sow Kast likes to suck face with will soon inherit the whole sorry rest of their terrorist crew.

Most of Death Watch, though, is inside three hundred small Kom’rk-class fighters or the two stolen Separatist dreadnaughts, standing by to intercept any fleeing ship with gravity wells or sheer violence. Well. That’s one of the reasons. Every ground Mando is in periodic radio contact with one of their motherships, and should they go silent when Sidious gets them… if the mission goes sour, dead man’s switch. Asajj doesn’t know about the exact logistics of how many have to miss check-in before the omnicidal aerial bombardment begins… but she’s starting to understand Maul’s paranoia regarding this ‘Sidious’ well enough to know they’re going to risk killing their Mand’alor sooner rather than later. It’s reassuring, almost. They’ll kill Sidious no matter what.

Well. And her, too.

But Asajj knew when she allowed that Mando to think she’d captured her that this wasn’t going to be easy. Up until know she’s always found a way to make it out alive. She’ll manage. And Sidious killed her sisters. Killed Talzin. Killed Dathomir.

Sidious will die, and so will Opress. Anything else is secondary.

She’s wearing a set of scavenged armor over her clothes and a jetpack and a gas mask, nothing more. Most of the ground team have massive tanks mounted on their back, too, full of some quick heavyweight airborne soporific Death Watch managed to procure on short notice.

(“If it’s taking this long to cook something up, we could just use poison,” Asajj had suggested, entirely not for selfless reasons. “We’re using the weedkiller tanks you Mandos use for farming, after all. We could just keep the weedkiller.”

“This is still a rescue mission,” Kast had replied severely. Unfortunately, despite being a fanatic terrorist and obeying Maul of all people and a habit of throwing tantrums about the horrible plight of Savage Opress, she wasn’t entirely braindead. “Damage is acceptable, but we won’t kill our brother.”

Maul had looked on, silent.)

Maul and Asajj are going to enter the ship first. That makes sense—both of them are assassins more than soldiers, they’re better than the Mandos at keeping quiet—and even if Maul will be a hindrance when they find Savage, she can use him as a distraction before that.

It feels weird, somehow, touching ground in front of the enemy’s ship. The unconscious guards on the ground are wearing clone trooper armor, which means that—yes, it means Death Watch got the drop on them and it means the soporific gas is effective, which is great, but Asajj didn’t expect this mission against Sidious to include a Grand Army of the Republic protection detail, and neither did Maul, though he appears far less perturbed by this information than Asajj is. Nothing before has linked Sidious to the Republic. She trusts the magicks she used to find this location, though. This is where the bondmate is being held.

Maul opens a control panel next to the ship’s door and plays around with a couple of screwdrivers, while Mando supercommandos direct their sedative gas into the ship’s pried-open air vents.

And… they’re in.

Too easy.

This was far too easy for a secret prison of the illusive Sith Lord, and Maul, apparently, thinks so too. He keeps glancing sideways at her while the supercommandos tie up the sedated soldiers outside and while they enter the ship’s galley, and he insists they shouldn’t split up.

“This location does not appear my Master’s—my former Master’s style,” he whispers in his clipped accent. “It’s neither desolate, nor are there plush red carpets. It’s not a torture dungeon.” Maul looks at Asajj, and his eyes gleam with suspicion. “If you have lied to me, you are dead. If this hurts my brother, you’ll wish you were.”

“This is the place. My sisters’ magicks are never wrong,” Asajj replies haughtily. It won’t do any good if both of them admit to their unease.

(Maul’s been vibrating faintly ever since Asajj broke into his brain to find Opress. It’s probably fear and anticipation, and most of all the superfluous awareness of him that she’s gained ever since exploiting both their bonds. Maybe he was always this high-strung.

“Someone’s attacking him,” he’d whispered to her just minutes before they reached Entralla, as if by joining their minds she had proven she cared. His eyes had been dark, agonized. In a movement that appeared entirely involuntary, he’d gripped at his neck as if looking for a pendant, and then he’d hugged himself, holding onto his torso and stomach as if his slippery entrails were ready to leak out.

Asajj had looked down and realized she was mirroring him.

When she slid her eyes half-shut, she could see the shadows of undulating metal cables.)

The ship, on the inside, just appears a standard Republic cruiser. It has a single long hallway that Asajj is pulled down by the worms in her gut, and Maul, frowning and broadcasting dread, follows.

They pass unconscious Republic clones at uneven intervals.

It’s so—ordinary. Asajj knows these ships. And there are no traps at all, just that pulsing connection drawing her forwards, shading and twisting, the memory of desolation and grief and that orange boy getting chocked (Kast’s eyes were so hard when she said, “He tried to give me his lightsaber, too, so I would have an easy time of killing him, if—when, he said, when he was used again to hurt his little brother,” that Asajj almost felt guilty) and everyone on Dathomir is dead and—

There.

She stops, and Maul comes to a halt behind her, ‘saber raised.

An open doorway, half-blocked by an armored redhead that seems vaguely familiar, and the beckoning hand of her sisters, and if Sidious doesn’t have the heart to provide a distraction for Maul then Asajj will just improvise.

“Back there, I think,” Asajj whispers, pointing at a random closed door to her left. “I can feel your brother in there.”

Maul’s eyes are wide. “I do not feel—are you sure?” he whispers, and he looks so young and hopeful bathed in the green glow he doesn’t understand and never had a right to wear that Asajj almost dares to believe her plan will work.

“I know these magicks,” Asajj drawls. “I don’t mind double-checking, but I thought you wanted him as alive as possible. He’s not doing well. Might get deep-fried at any moment, that’s not healthy for such a weak brain.”

It works. Maul bites back whatever kind of response he might have had, and he starts frantically working on slicing the door that was—her sisters are smiling upon Asajj—thankfully locked.

Asajj, meanwhile, tiptoes hurriedly forward and past the redhead—almost a decent glimpse of his head, why does she feel she knows him and—and inside the room she looks at a monster. The scene is arranged as if to mock her, a single bare cot in the middle of the room approximating a stone slab and the dimmed red electric lights a stand-in for the fire on the day she was tied to the boulder that tries to drown her. On the cot, as he was supine on the slab back then, lies unconscious Savage Opress.

Well. The used dog toy formerly known as Opress.

He’s always made her uncomfortable, even when they met. First, it was his silent bruised obsequiousness and the glances he’d shoot her after that arena fight, like he expected her to ravish him then and there just because she’d beaten him up. The sense that she’d stumbled into a world she didn’t understand drawn in silent rules and violence and sex—and Asajj has never liked that anxiety born of ignorance though she can and will tough it out and persevere, and only with the bond strangling her did she realize her stupid mistake—the sense that there was something hiding below her feet ready to devour her. He only got more obsequious and annoying after the ritual that tied Asajj to him, with his empty brainless eyes that somehow simultaneously said do whatever you want with me and I’ll kill you. She was happy to use him, if it got her traitorous ex-Master Dooku off her back, but she was at least as happy that the plan included Opress staying at Dooku’s side, not hers. Well, in the end, he was as useless as he was stupid and creepy, and Asajj had to fight Dooku on her own while Opress escaped his leash and used the power gifted to him by Talzin to harass innocent villagers and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

He doesn’t have the body that Mother Talzin gave him anymore. Not that he ever deserved it.

Savage Opress, who is bound by ancient magicks to Asajj, looks like someone took his corpse and stuffed it full of a crashed spaceship debris in a desperately poor attempt at covering up an accident. The body Mother Talzin’s Dathomiri magicks gave him was stout, forceful, architected and executed with a keen eye and deep control, while whoever did this was a careless butcher. Asajj has seen carnage and pain, she’s fought and killed and maimed, and yet she has never seen anything as bestial as the body before her.

Savage Opress, who is making her share his torture through a telepathic bond, looks like a gutted carcass. This is what became of one of the three last survivors of Dathomir: worms writhe in and out of him, the things she’s been feeling like phantom maggots burrowing into her heart made real and she can see them feasting and seaming up his raw mottled shoulders and lap at the empty spots where someone tore out his hearts. He’s still conscious, though, just asleep. She can feel him feeling the worms. She can see him breathing, though he doesn’t need to, not without an intact torso. Not without hearts. She feels sick. So this is what has been calling out to her. What has been sliding into her mind, unstoppable and unwanted. This has violated her dreams.

Savage Opress, the bondmate Asajj came here to covertly murder, looks like death would be a mercy.

“Ventress, what are you playing at? The room was empty and Kenobi is here,” Maul hisses from somewhere behind her. “I told you. You’ll die for your betrayal—Savage…”

Asajj turns, expecting a fight, but Maul looks like the air was punched out of him, and he’s rooted to the doorway. The air around him tastes of abhorrence and dawning dread. He could have reached Savage before her, in her stupor—he could have jammed his ‘saber into her back—but now she’s jolted loose and ready to take her one chance at freedom.

To take mercy on Savage, for once in her life.

She drives her lightsaber into his right eye socket.

Maul’s scream behind her is vile, deeply inhuman and guttural and echoing over and over and over in the small room. It’s so loud her eye starts to hurt. His howl is the storm and the cave and the first drink in a lifetime. It’s green. It’s gentleness and sympathy he thought his Master had long driven out of the apprentice, but in teaching Savage he can’t help but refrain from using the techniques he once had endured himself. He doesn’t understand the reason—he is Sith and if he does not teach his apprentice to draw power from pain, he will have failed him. He doesn’t understand, but he feels something quake when he is called brother and when he notices he turned his back to Savage and never even expected to get hurt—he doesn’t understand, but somehow, he does. He loves Savage. Savage loves him. Maul was never meant for love, was made a weapon to be used and abused and discarded by a Master wielding power he’ll never attain, but somehow, Maul found this one person who loves him. Maul lost the person who loves him. Maul just lost him again. Maul won’t lose the person who loves him. He won’t. He can’t. He refuses. He loves—

And desperate love paints the room acid green. Greedy love tears the cot to tiny metal shreds. Unconditional love presses hot and painful into Asajj’s right eye, and she’s taking tiny measured steps toward Savage, in rhythmic unison with Maul and unstoppable no matter how hard she tries to take back her body.

Love, no matter what it takes, and both their green-bathed hands touch Savage.

All goes black.

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(Luke Palpatine AU) "I am departing on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan," said Palpatine, resting a gentle hand on Luke's shoulder. "It will only be for three days, but do not fear." His father smiled. "Lord Vader will watch over you." Terror shot through Luke, and he raised his eyes to the gigantic form of the Sith Lord standing there. "This will be good for you, young Prince," Vader rumbled, and there was hatred on his voice. "It will give you the opportunity to hone your skills."

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"I am departing on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan," said Palpatine, resting a gentle hand on Luke's shoulder. "It will only be for three days, but do not fear." His father smiled. "Lord Vader will watch over you."

Terror shot through Luke, and he raised his eyes to the gigantic form of the Sith Lord standing there.

"This will be good for you, young prince," Vader rumbled, and there was hatred on his voice. "It will give you the opportunity to hone your skills."

What little skills he had, had been the main thought that ran through Vader's mind as he observed the brat. He was peering at his father with a pleading expression, but of course any gentleness that Palpatine showed anyone, whether it be a young Anakin Skywalker or the nameless orphan adopted as a prince, was nothing but cold calculation. Palpatine squeezed the prince's shoulder lightly then let go when the lambda shuttle landed on the pad next to them. The prince took one look at the ship, took a half-step towards it, then shuddered away when his father shot him a withering glare. He knew his place.

"Learn well under Lord Vader, my son," Palpatine told him. There was a strange amount of relish in his voice as he glanced at Vader, and Vader scowled fiercely. He should be dealing with the Rebel uprising on Sullust, not babysitting some prince. That was what Sabé had been here to do, before she'd been declared a traitor and banished from the Palace, and banned from seeing the snotty brat she'd put so much emphasis on for some reason. "If he tells me that you have progressed well, I will allow you to accompany me off-planet next time."

The prince nodded demurely, pale eyes to the ground.  "Yes, Father. Thank you, Father."

"In the meantime, if I hear that you have been disobedient..." Palpatine let the threat hang on the air. "Your pathetic nursemaid's rebelliousness is no reason to be rebellious yourself. You are my heir. Act like it, and compose yourself well for Lord Vader."

"Yes, Father."

"The thirteenth Empire Day is approaching. Preparations have begun—I intend to gift the new Star Destroyer the Dauntless to General Tagge on the day." Palpatine observed his son. "You will be thirteen that day."

The prince knew which statements to reply to and which to stay silent. He stayed silent.

"You will be accompanying him on his first tour of duty."

The prince blinked. Despite his perfectly composed expression, Vader sensed his sudden excitement crash through the Force, even from behind his pitiful shields, and he knew Palpatine could sense it too; the man smiled, lips curling maliciously.

That brat had always been so easy for his father to manipulate. Vader knew it was one of his master's great joys, basking in his adoration and utter obedience. He would do anything to make his father proud.

Palpatine laughed a little at the prince's shock, and placed his hand on the boy's head. His expressions of affection were always limited, calculated; the prince leaned into this one like he was starved for it. Vader doubted he'd been touched affectionately since Sabé had fled.

"Don't look so surprised, Luke. I trust you with this responsibility, so far from Coruscant. You must learn to command ships if you are to command my Empire one day." Palpatine retracted his hand. "But you must learn well from Lord Vader, and behave. Conduct yourself in a princely fashion. If all goes well, this will become a regular occurrence, travelling beyond the Core worlds—you will need all the experience you can get."

The prince nodded, and bowed—bowed his head first, then his entire torso, like one could not bow low enough to his father. "I am honoured, Father."

"Train well, my son. Become worthy of your crown. Because for now, you are not." He turned to Vader. "Don't you agree, Lord Vader?"

Vader had observed the brat, the prince, then, with unfeeling eyes, and seen only the undeserving orphan who was alive when his child was not, who had usurped his position as next in line to the throne of the galaxy he had battled and bled for while the boy was unborn or coddled, who was being handed everything for which Vader had fought and suffered on a silver plate.

"He is not at all worthy, my master," he said. "I doubt he will ever be."

*

Palpatine had indeed been on Alderaan for three days, and Vader had spent those days making Luke's life a living hell.

Luke had cried out, but never cried. He'd fallen over and over again, but whenever Vader ordered him up again, he got up. Lightsaber swinging, shields buffering, ready to do his best even when his best was terrible, through the fault of his teachers rather than his ability.

That had been another time under Vader's personal tutelage that Luke had nearly died. Palpatine had electrocuted Vader himself within an inch of his life, for that—for nearly ruining his precious vessel, he was fairly sure now—but even then Vader had sensed his delight at the savagery unleashed. There had been such pain, hatred, suffering in the Palace those days, and Luke had borne the brunt of all of it.

As Vader strode out of Luke's rooms, mind whirling with the realisation that he could never teach his son to use the power that was his birthright, that he would never get that chance again, and that it might mean he lost Luke all over again...

He couldn't find it in himself to blame Luke for his decision at all. He was the worst excuse for a father there was... barring Palpatine.

And as Vader desperately examined the situation from every angle he could, desperately tried to find a way that he would not have to cave to Sabé's suggestion... all he could feel was utter fury on Luke's behalf, that the Force had seen fit to saddle him the boy with both of them.

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[primasveraas-writing]

Everyone Lives Prequel AU

Request: "Because fluff is my one true love and I enjoy beating the hell out of Star Wars with it can we get nothing bad happened ever in the galaxy far far away becasue the reader watched the movies,gets thrown into prequels despairs because these people are too pretty to be dead,crippled or depressed and is like well if no one else will save the hotties I will oh and others too"

Thanks for the request! I changed it a little so instead the reader is a member of the Rebellion, but still knows the prequel gang and what causes the fall of the Republic. I hope you enjoy!

All requests are open!

XXX

The galaxy falls into despair, and because you know nothing else to possibly do, you join the Rebellion alongside Bail Organa

You had been close to Padmé and consequently known Anakin and Obi-wan. Since Padmé’s tenure in the Senate, the four of you were inseparable, bonded by your wit, humor, and kindness

When everything is destroyed, you are left alone and devastated

It seems as if the darkness will never end, but then Ahsoka Tano saunters into your life and brings an opportunity to change everything

As it turns out, she is one of the few surviving Jedi, but her misadventures with the Rebellion efforts on Lothal brought her to a way of changing the past

She tells you about apparent portals in the Force discovered in an ancient Jedi Temple on the grassland planet

Few others remain who know your old friends as the two of you did, and Ahsoka feels as if you are the best candidate to travel through time

She tells you that if things go wrong in the current reality, she needs to be there to hold it together

So you are left to change the past. It takes some convincing- you know that the fate of your friends and millions of others would lie on your shoulders

But all-out war with the Empire is an ever-looming possibility, and this is a chance too great to let fall to cowardice and nerves

You accept the offer, pushing aside the doubts and every idea of what could go wrong, and stride into the Lothal temple at Ahsoka’s side

The journey through the Force is like nothing you’ve ever experienced, but you feel a dull pull from within you during the long, winding trek through the starry path. You are the one to lead Ahsoka to your mysterious destination in the world between worlds

The pull leads you to a door; in it, you see a circular picture of the halls of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, bustling with life, and pawadans and the Force, and so much light

Ahsoka peers in, and tells you with a shaking voice that this is the Jedi Temple as it was during the Clone Wars, before the Jedi and their home fell to ruin

There are no more doubts or hesitations: this is the way to bring everything and everyone back. Each innocent life will be returned if you succeed

Ahsoka hugs you, which is surprising at first, but when she looks at you, there are tears in her eyes

“May the Force be with you” is all she manages to say, but that is enough. No words could quite encapsulate what is at stake anyways, nor the danger and urgency of your mission

But you nod, take a deep breath, and step through the portal onto the stone floor of the Jedi Temple

Instantly, calm pervades you; the tension of your daily life dissipates as the steady hum of calm and order surrounds you

Since it is still war, albeit in a time of less chaos, you can only guess that Padmé will be on Coruscant, even if Obi-wan and Anakin aren’t

Luckily for you, your final days of the war were originally spent alongside the 501st, so there are few concerns over running into a past version of yourself as you resolve to change the future, and your plan is set into motion

Somewhat reluctantly, you leave the Temple behind. It fell with the Republic, and on your way to Padmé’s apartment, you fight an uneasy feeling from leaving what was once a great sanctuary

Padmé greets you with warmth, then surprise as you embrace her wordlessly and quickly upon seeing her. Between the tears in your eyes and the lump in your throat, you are too overwhelmed and inhibited from speaking

As you hugged, there was an unusual distance between you. Padmé is already pregnant; you felt her the large curve of her stomach against you

However strange your arrival is, not to mention your appearance and increased weariness, Padmé sits you down on her couch, comfortingly close, and asks what’s wrong

It’s so difficult not to pour your heart out to her; you have ached for years to update her on your life and the hardships you’ve faced. Every horror and injustice flashes before your eyes, but there is a carefully set plan it must be followed if everything is to be saved

Instead, you tell her you know. You say you know about her and Anakin and the baby, and you know in your heart that it will lead to disaster

She is stunned, then relieved. Padmé can’t deny it; her pregnancy is getting harder and harder to hide each day and her marriage is nearly obvious to anyone who has seen her and Anakin in the same room together

But finally, someone understands, and you offer an ultimatum: if she doesn’t tell Obi-wan, you will

Her hesitation is palpable, Although eased by your sympathy and understanding of the situation, as well as the consolation of having someone outside of her handmaidens to confide in, Padmé cannot betray the secret of her marriage without Anakin’s consent

But you also inform her that you know Anakin has been struggling with thoughts of the Dark Side, especially under Palpatine’s influence

You cannot quite reveal how you know all this, but your proximity to your friends is answer enough. Much of what you say has already been suspected by Padmé, yet her fear of the truth and the tumult it would bring prevented her from doing anything

The trust in you and your friendship seals the deal. She resolves to let Obi-wan in and begin an investigation into Palpatine, and with the seeds of securing victory successfully planted, you return to the Temple to caution the Jedi about Palpatine’s deeds and true identity

Getting an audience with high-ranking Jedi is exceedingly challenging. Most of the Jedi that you know are deployed throughout the galaxy

Yet luck brings you to Plo Koon on his leave, and he senses both your confusion and distress as a clear outsider, not only to the Temple, but to this time itself

There is little choice but to confess what you know about Palpatine, despite the suspicious amount of knowledge you have

However, the continued misgivings about the Chancellor added to your accusations are enough for Plo to call an emergency council meeting

When you explain your story, the Jedi do not wait to poke holes in your story, but Yoda stays curiously quiet for the majority of the meeting

Between Obi-wan vouching for you and the certainty of your claims, the Council resolves to investigate Palpatine despite any of their reservations

They say there isn’t enough evidence for an arrest, but a start is a start

A week trickles by, and you remain at Padmé’s side to help gather evidence into Palpatine’s corruption, becoming ever more nervous as the day the Empire will rise creeps closer

But at last, Anakin is called back to Coruscant, and instead of rescuing the Chancellor, he assists in his arrest

The Jedi’s investigation into his misdeeds, supplemented with Padmé’s own findings, amounts to a pile of corruption with the Trade Federation and endlessly shady dealings with the Separatists

Relieved from Obi-wan’s assurances that they will stand together and that he will vouch for Anakin and Padmé for whatever they will face when the baby is born, Anakin finds the strength to turn against his longtime mentor Palpatine

It still comes down to a duel, and Anakin still ends it, but this time, he kills the Sith and stomps out the evil in the galaxy

Further inquisition into Palpatine’s doings reveal his puppeteer-like control over the war, and the stringing along of both sides. Acting quickly, the Jedi manage to prevent Order 66 from happening and apprehend many of Palpatine’s allies in and outside of the Senate

Dooku is arrested and tried and Grievous is killed

Padmé gives birth to two healthy babies, and Anakin decides not to live in secrecy

The Jedi are upset and cautious about the whole affair, yet the Chosen One has just eliminated the last of the Sith. Additionally, Palpatine’s reign has shaken the foundations of the Jedi organization to its core, and the Council agrees that it might finally be time to rethink many of their policies

Anakin’s struggle with the dark has not been lost on them, and Yoda in particular senses that their future could have been much worse

Perhaps you encourage this line of thought as much as you can. After all, the blindness of the peacekeepers and leaders allowed Palpatine to take control in the first place

Yet at last, there is peace. Calm begins to settle over the galaxy; timelines converge and you exist only in the new, hopeful reality

There is still much to be fixed, many wrongs to be righted. But you have ensured that one day, all will be well and as it should be

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The Mandalorian, Chap. 13 - “The Jedi”

Corralling my thoughts with bullet points under the cut. Not very positive.

Her lekku just aren’t the right fucking length. That is not optional. This show’s budget is $15M/episode and they couldn’t get the lekku to look right? WTF.

One of my questions after the Rebels finale was whether Ahsoka still carried lightsabers. Now my question is…is she a Jedi (again)?

TCW S7 made me think that she would have gone back, in a way that was actually somewhat difficult to square with her insisting constantly in Rebels that she wasn’t a Jedi. 

Doth the lady protest too much? The Bendu also called her a “former Jedi Knight” in an unfilmed scene, so.

It’s completely impossible to tell anything from this episode of course because the show is maniacal about not telling anyone anything, but there were a lot of opportunities for Ahsoka to deny being a Jedi and she didn’t take any of them.

Her being a Jedi (again) after her vision quest or whatever in the Sith temple on Malachor would actually fit with the ending of TROS, which I do my best to ignore, but that one thing (which is literally heretical but that’s another story) did happen and it would make sense.

I had assumed that the end scene of Rebels was ROTJ +0-4, but now I think that this episode actually takes place before it?

I guess the question is whether Ezra and Thrawn are still stuck together wherever. We have no information about that, but if they are and Ahsoka is looking for Thrawn, well, there you go.

I do think it makes some sense for Ahsoka to be sensitive to Force-wielders having emotional ties, but her lines about attachment contradict everything else we’ve seen in previous canon about her! Particularly Rebels, where Kanan and Ezra are acknowledged as Jedi by her and they obviously have attachments. Make it make fucking sense.

If it was just a way to continue the Mandalorian’s endless fetch quests, well, just fucking say “sorry I can’t train him, I’m on my own quest” or whatever.

Putting the kid up on a plinth in a random ruined temple and seeing whatever Force-wielder shows up seems like a bad idea! But that’s just me.

It also seems like the Mandalorian should have explicitly said, “Hey this child has been an Imperial test subject,” even if he hasn’t put together that the Imperial remnants are trying to create Force-wielders by transfusing midichlorians into them. That is something that it seems like Ahsoka would want to know!

I said when this show started that it would be funny if they were rewriting the Thrawn trilogy in reverse, and…maybe my joke was on the money??

Star Wars stop hiring transphobes

I don’t think Filoni is a terrible director, and it’s obvious that Lucasfilm is going to continue letting him do whatever, regardless of people’s complaints about giving other creatives a chance. But I do think you can tell his preference for static images coming out of animation in this episode in particular.

Does Ahsoka know Luke Skywalker is alive? Why had Cara Dune never heard of him? Bedlamsbard has remarked that this show seems like it takes place in an AU where Luke and Leia never existed and honestly you can’t disprove that contention using the show itself!

Why not just send Grogu to Luke Skywalker, weird CGI be damned. Star Trek cast a young Spock recently, it can be done.

Why in god’s name did they not get Ashley to at least dub her voice. Or just have Ashley perform her!

If it was because of fight training, I have to say…those fight scenes weren’t great. I get that reverse wielding is very difficult, but those fight scenes were bad. Ahsoka defeated Darth Maul without a scratch on her, twice, and I’m supposed to believe a rando with a staff disarmed her? Please.

Dear Dave Filoni, having Asian main characters in other media does not mean you get a pass on the racial politics of cowed Asian villagers menaced by white people with guns.

I SAW THE PHANTOM MENACE TEN TIMES IN THE THEATER AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS YADDLE ERASURE.

#star wars #the mandalorian #ahsoka tano

[beggingwolf]

the sidgeno star wars au sounds awesome - leak the notes if you pls?? 👀

oh god, ask and ye shall receive 

tw for slavery (in the star wars sense, since this, again, is an INCREDIBLY loose obikin-based thing, and anakin was a slave on tatooine)

[copy and pasted from my google doc]

anyways here’s how I made sid a sports savant in star wars. oof.

Sidney: 

was born into slavery along with his sister in the Hosnian Prime factory complex, where his parents [and eventualy he] worked for Czerka Arms. He and his father were separated from his mother and Taylor when he was 9 standard years old, as they were sold to Giradda Hutt in a deal involving the expansion of podracing, a sport Czerka Arms was heavily involved in, and Czerka Arms’ money laundering efforts. 

Moved to Nar Shaddaa as part of the deal, Sidney and his father were separated, and Sidney was tasked to clean and maintain the Huttball arena with a small group of children. He began to learn the rules while cleaning up the blood and gore left behind after games, and developed a prodigious understanding of the arena and the finer aspects of the game, until he demonstrated his abilities at the age of 13 when he was locked out of the sweeper team’s confines and trapped on the arena during a battle, which he survived despite being unarmed due to his innate talent of being able to perceive Shatterpoints. Intrigued by the miraculous force-sensitive slave, Giradda Hutt offered Sidney the ability to train and become a novelty for the crowd, a champion of the game. Sidney agreed in the hope that, if he succeeded, he could be reunited with his father. Much to his horror, this meant Giradda Hutt started putting other children into the ring as entertainment, which made Sidney believe he was responsible for their demise. [angst!]

Unknown to Sidney, he is incredibly strong in the Force, with a nigh-unheard of midi-chlorian count. Because he was born in the factory complex, he was never tested, and the Jedi were never alerted to his presence. His force abilities allow him an unbeatable edge in the arena, and by the time he was 17, Sidney was the champion of Huttball, and allowed some small mercies as a favor by Giradda Hutt, including a residence in the Corellian Sector. Able to barter for better conditions for his father, who had been working in spice processing, Sidney had been able to convince Giradda Hutt to allow his father to work in a casino in the Corellian Sector. Sidney was working towards enough money to buy his father’s freedom [before his own, knowing very well Giradda Hutt would not allow an asset like him leave without exorbitant amounts of money, which Sidney barely earned from the bets made on him].

However, Sidney is noticed by the Jedi eventually, and a Jedi and his padawan come to Nar Shaddaa to collect him. The padawan is...

Evgeni: 

was born in the Ring of Kafrene, a mining colony, to human parents who already had one child. He was tested for midi-chlorian count and was determined to be Force-sensitive. 

Taken to Coruscant to be raised as a Jedi youngling in the Temple Crèche, Evgeni was a temperamental youngling who roused trouble often in his clan of younglings (Bear Clan), which included Catherine (Tanger’s wife), a female Twi’lek. During his first Gathering, Evgeni failed the final task, which, when combined with his troublemaking past, made some in the Order doubt he would ever be able to find a kyber crystal. 

Upon his second Gathering, Evgeni was able to complete his trials and obtain his kyber crystal. He then passed the Initiate Trials and was chosen by Jedi Knight Pavel Datsyuk to be his Padawan. Knight Datsyuk and Evgeni had a cordial, if occasionally strained, relationship; Datsyuk believed Evgeni capable of many things and found Evgeni lacked the self-control required of Jedi to fully achieve his potential, even though Evgeni was an intelligent Padawan and adept in both combat and politics. While Datsyuk was a negotiator and attempting to groom Evgeni to do the same, Evgeni had an irresistible pull towards archaeology like that of Rachi Sitra and especially the work of Jedi Master Lene Kostana in finding Sith artifacts. 

Evgeni finds the Syn Holocron, introducing him to the memory of Dark Jedi Exile Sorzus Syn and her exile from the Jedi Order due to her quest for forbidden knowledge. This appeals to Evgeni and his general curiosity for Sith artifacts. In her diary (the Book of the Sith), she wrote down the findings on the weapons and artifacts of the Sith [species], bringing them into the new rule of the Sith [philosophy adherents]. Evgeni finds the third Great Amulet. ["The call of Korriban is strong, but it is the call of the dead." ―Darth Sion]

The Jedi suspect Sid will be targeted by the Sith due to his lack of control/upbringing by the Hutts and not the Jedi. However, under their noses, padawan Evgeni is quietly being seduced by the dark side. Perhaps, due to The Rule of Two, the Sith Lord targeting Evgeni intends for him to kill Sid, who is powerful enough to help the Jedi crush the Sith, (or intends for Evgeni to convert Sid into HIS OWN apprentice).

Thus, a galactic tug-of-war erupts, and Sid and Evgeni have to sort of save each other and by combining their power they could rule the galaxy, but love is forbidden for the Jedi, etc. etc. and it’s very overwrought (because star wars!).

Also, 

Tanger is a half-Bothan, half-human hybrid.

Mario (Bram'aare'oklaio) is a Chiss ; Chiss society is highly ordered and operates on the internal battles of clans that undercut each other at every opportunity; this would give Mario a way to connect to Sid and relate to Sid’s feelings about the Jedi council. He is a Shadow child who was moved off-planet in order to protect not just him, but also his family; Chiss society considers Force sensitivity to be a shameful impurity. However, this resulted in the Jedi finding him at a young age and bringing him to Coruscant. His later starting age with the Jedi was a point of contention among many, also leading Sid to trust him. The Chiss highly value privacy and self-reliance, more traits Sid can relate to.

Taylor was also force sensitive and was picked up by the Jedi eventually; she and Evgeni are friends despite their age difference, and she and Sid are reunited. 

....anyways that was the absolute strangest thing I ever considered writing, and I wrote and published a/b/o mafia fic!

#that time beggingwolf nearly wrote a star wars au #unhinged! utterly unhinged! #Anonymous

[emperorsfoot]

abandoned Star Wars fic #2

This one is so rough my notes are still there in the document. When you see the brackets [ ] that is me talking to myself as I write. 

Another AU, again based off the Star Wars EU that existed pre-Disney Buyout. Vader manages to intercept Obi-Wan before he can get Luke to the Lars, but Vader can’t raise him on Corescant. Palpatine would ask too many questions. So, Vader takes Luke to be raised by an alien race loyal to him on planet Honoghr.

...

[title]

Chapter One:

Sand and dust was kicked up in the wake of two speeders racing across the dessert night. One furiously gaining, the other desperate to shake and lose its tail. 

One arm wrapped protectively around the bundle clutched to his chest, the other trying its best to steer the small one-man speeder. Keep it steady. While simultaneously trying to shake off and lose his pursuer. But it was a tall order to fill. His hunter knew these sands far better than he did, had grown up here, was shaped by the sands and the winds. And he was driven. Driven by a a raging tumultuous storm of feelings to wild and varying to interpret fully. But Kenobi would have to say that rage was definitely at the forefront of that emotional storm. Rage and pain.

Pain over the death of Padme and rage at the one he credited with responsibility for her premature passing. 

Because goodness forbid Anakin Skywalker ever take responsibility for his own actions or their resultant tragedies. 

Kenobi clutched baby Luke tighter as he banked hard to the right. Taking them down a labyrinthine formation of shallow canyons and jagged rocks. For the majority of the journey, the baby had remained blissfully quiet. Something the Jedi master was sure was uncommon for new borns and infants. It might have given him cause to worry if he didn't currently have a much greater and more pressing concern tearing between rocks and sand behind them. 

But now, being rocked and jostled by the chase, and perhaps also sensing the violent storm of feelings behind them, Luke uttered his first loud, unhappy cries since slipping from the warmth of his mothers womb into the cold and uncaring world they lived in. 

Perhaps he was spurred on by the sound of his son's crying, or perhaps he'd just gotten close enough for the weapon to be useful, but from behind, Kenobi heard the unmistakable snap-hiss of a lightsaber.  Unable to simultaneously draw his own blade while still steering the speeder and holding Luke, Kenobi did the only other option open to him. He leapt from his own speeder just in time to miss being split in two by a jumping swing of the crimson-white blade. 

The red hot saber slashed the speeder in two instead. Each half banging and ricocheting off rocks and canyon before they came to skidding, crumbling halts. A few seconds later, Anakin's own abandoned speeder followed the Jedi's speeder into oblivion by crashing into the canyon wall. The spectacular explosion lighting up the night enough for Kenobi to see flames illyminate the new black armor and helmet in brilliant shades of orange and red. 

Lowering the red saber only slightly, Anakin -no, he wasn't Anakin anymore, Anakin had died on Mustafar, this man was a Sith Lord- Darth Vader extended his free hand. With a new voice, deep and baritone, nothing like Anakin's at all, uttered a single command. "Give him to me."

Shaking his head, Kenobi drew his own lightsaber. Ready to defend the innocent life in his other arm with his last breath if necessary. "Don't do this, Anakin. Let him live his life without the burden of your legacy."

There was a beat of silence filled only by the sound of the respirator, carefully counting breaths. Then, "You have taken to much from me. You'll not take my son as well."

With that, the sinister figure closed the distance. Dark cape trailing behind him. Kenobi just managed to bring his own blade up in time to block the blow. With only one hand holding the saber, he had less strength to hold the red-white blade at bay. The Jedi hoped that Vader would regulate his strength enough so as to not injure the baby he carried -it was, after all, the baby he was after- but remembering his actions towards Padme, Kenobi just couldn't be sure of anything anymore. Vader wanted the baby. But he also wanted the Jedi master dead. 

Pulling a bit of the Force to him, Kenobi pushed Vader off them. Taking advantage of the younger man's imbalance to swing an offense of his own, Kenobi aimed for that shiny and new black helmet. But the blow was only glancing, just melting a scratch on the surface, not even penetrating to the head beneath. Both men to a step back to regain themselves. Luke resumed his wails. The cries seeming all the louder for the echo off the canyon walls. 

"This is what Padme would have wanted for him!" Kenobi tried to reason with him. "To grow up with a family and love. Not be used as a tool for your ambition or the Emperor's power!"

"He will be with his family." Vader snarled. "I am his father!"

"You killed his mother!" Kenobi reminded him. 

"Because of you!" The other snarled. 

He swung his lightsaber at the man. The spinning blade arching towards his head. Kenobi jumped to the side, drawing on the force to help cushion his fall, not for himself but to ease the discomfort to the baby. The swinging blade came flying back to its wielder's hand and he slashed down at Kenobi's prone form. The Jedi struggling to regain his footing was quick enough to evade a death blow, but not quick enough to come away unscathed. He screamed as the red-white blade sliced through his ankled with a burning ferocity. Kenobi's scream of pain, adding to the chorus of Luke's. 

"She was my wife!" Vader roared. "And you used her. Turned us against each other. I might have been the instrument, but it was you who killed her! Its your fault! Your fault!" The dark shoulders shook with unchannelled emotion. It sent reverberations through the Force, washing other both of them. Causing the Jedi to forget the pain in his leg for a moment and the baby's sobs degraded into hiccups, having already cried himself hoarse. "You took my wife from me, Obi-wan. I will not let you take my son from me as well."

The Sith Lord bent down over them. Black gloved hands reaching… and with unexpected care, plucked the hiccuping child from the Jedi's arms. He held the baby for a moment or two. The only sound apart from Luke's nervous hiccups and grumbles, the mechanical breathing of the respirator. Vader -or perhaps in that moment he was Anakin again- looked down at the child in his arms who squirmed uncomfortably against the cold leather pulled over unfeeling bionics. There could be no warmth in that hold. No physical warmth. But perhaps there was some emotional warmth from the father for his son. For Luke seemed to calm ever so slightly. His child in his arms, Vader's own raging storm of feelings also subsided to what Kenobi decided must be the new baseline for the Dark Lord. 

The relative serenity of the scene was broken by an errant breeze whistling through the canyon. The soft sound string them from their brief moment of peace. Kenobi called his lightsaber back to his hand. But Vader was quicker on the draw. The Jedi froze with the glowing crimson tip a few centimeters from singeing distance of his beard. 

[I cannot yet decide if Ben would serve the story better alive of dead. So I'll leave this scene here for now. Perhaps you can think of a suitable way to close this little skirmish. ]

And so he had his son. Padme's son. The last living remnant of the woman he'd loved. 

But what to do with him. 

Taking him back to Corescant was out of the question. Loath though he was to admit it, Obi-wan did have a valid point. Padme would not want her son to be used as a tool for Palpatine's power. Not to mention that there was that tiny matter of the rule of two. It was possible that the old man might not even allow the boy to live. Either that, or order the father's death and take the boy as a new apprentice. Young, and malleable, and still whole. But if he was gone, then who would protect the boy while he grew?

Vader unconsciously tightened his grip on the boy, wrapping him in an invisible cloak of dark and territorial feelings. A gesture protecting him both physically and psychically. He needed to keep his son safe. That was priority one. Everything else was detail. It could be sorted out later. First thing first, he needed to get Luke to a secure location. After that he could figure out what to do. Corescant was out. But Naboo didn't sound to appealing either. While he was sure Padme's family would be more than happy to take in her motherless child, it would be to easy to find him there. 

Briefly, he considered Tatooine. They were already here, after all. And it was where he grew up. But no. The environment was too harsh. Both ecologically and culturally. Slavery was to prevalent and to many households were just a few credits difference away from selling their own children into bond to feed themselves. He would not risk his son becoming a slave. He would not allow his son to grow up believing slavery to be a common and acceptable practice. Slowly, he ran through the list until he finally thought of one that might just be perfect. 

Remote. Out of common knowledge. Honor-based culture. And most important of all, completely dedicated to him. 

Vader didn't know why he didn't think of it first!

Now with a destination, they set course for Honoghr.

…

[And then I realized Anakin/Vader wouldn't have had time to construct a new lightsaber. Between "NOOOOOOOO!" and Obi-wan taking Luke to the Lars' there just isn't the opportunity to make one. So the fight between Kenobi and Vader couldn't have gone like that. I'll have to re-write the scene. ]

Kabarakh braced one arm against the speeder's dashboard, his other hand gripping the side panel so tightly his gray knuckles threatened to turn white. He was a Noghri warrior, trained to remain calm and composed even under great strain. …But none of his mentors had ever had the 'honor' of riding passenger in a speeder piloted by the Son of Vader. 

"Wha-hoooo!" The young human whooped as they banked a hard turn just in time to save them from plummeting down a rather steep ravine cut by the rushing waters of the Vas'ser river. Kabarakh let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. If the fall hadn't killed them, the waters surly would have. They sped off over the short scrubby kolm-grass of the wastes. 

...

THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE

I’m not even sure I had an end-game for this. Just a vague idea of a premise. Like, was I gonna have Luke leave Honoghr at some point? Was the whole fic gonna be him growing up steeped in the culture? Some combination of the two?

Who the fuck knows?

I certainly don’t!

#star wars #honoghr #noghri #planet honoghr #luke skywalker #Darth vader #fan fiction #alternate universe #expanded universe #au #eu #timothy zahn #abandoned project #pre-disney buyout

[bi-naesala]

A successful plan

Padmé and Obi-Wan meet up after the events on Naboo.

((Second part of the Sith Obi-Wan AU))

Can also be read on AO3

“I’d say it worked out perfectly, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

 It would be improper to be found like this, the queen of Naboo and the recently appointed Jedi Knight, but neither Padmé nor Obi-Wan are particularly worried. Obi-Wan has been most cautious in approaching her room, slipping past the guards like he wasn’t even there, and Padmé has made sure to pull enough strings to make sure that nobody except them will hear this conversation. This is a vital point, because what they’re going to discuss is very important. Their whole lives depend on it.

“I’d offer you something to drink, but my quarters are… void of some things,” Padmé apologizes as she goes to lay down one of the two enormous armchairs in the room, the other one being occupied by Obi-Wan, who is quick to placate her.

“I understand. It’s fine, don’t worry.”

 He feels weirdly numb. He supposes he should feel more excited about his “knighting” and, most importantly, for how the first steps of the plan went, but maybe it’s exactly because it was all a great success that a sense of calm has washed over him.

Now he has much to ponder about and plan, and that’s why he’s here. Neither he nor Padmé, who has been in the plot to take over the Republic from the start - Sidious needed some support from somewhere after all - but neither she nor Obi-Wan intend to be tools for his ascension to power. No, they’re using him and his never ending thirst for more.

Their plan has been pretty straightforward: pretend to work for him until the right opportunity to overthrow him presents itself, and in the meantime create a web that will entrap him when the time comes. Things, however, rarely go according to plan.

Not that anything bad has happened, just that now they have more factors to plan for: Obi-Wan has managed to convince Maul to his side before they departed for their mission, and they have found a kid who is believed to be the Chosen One, or at least the deceased Master Qui-Gon believed he is. It’s unlikely, but still something to consider. Besides…

 “You seem to care about the kid.”  

It may sound like an accusation, but Obi-Wan feels no anger as he says it. That’s because he’s not particularly upset about that. He just made an observation.

Despite this, Padmé gets a little defensive, even though she can’t even look at him in the eyes as she replies:

“He’s just a boy and he was a slave! I… I felt sympathy for him.”

Obi-Wan can sense that there’s something more, a bond that has been created between her and the child, but he doesn’t comment on it. One of the things he dislikes more about Sidious is how controlling he is, to the point that everyone who works with him might as well being considered his slave, so he won’t act like him, no matter how much this might come to bite them all later. Who knows, maybe this will actually work to their favor. They still don’t know that.

“He…” and now Padmé’s looking down on her hands, though there is a smile on her face, “He called me and Angel.”

“An… Angel?”

“He said they are creatures that live in moons of Iego,” Padmé explains, why a dreamy look in her eyes that makes her look her age, instead of a kid who has had to grow up faster than she should’ve, “He also said that they’re the most beautiful creatures in the universe.”

Ripples of joy come wash through Obi-Wan via the Force. It’s something he hasn’t felt in a very long time. Sith aren’t supposed to bask in these kinds of emotions, but what can Obi-Wan do about it?

No, he’s genuinely happy for her, because she needs a friend - not that he doesn’t consider himself her friend, just that she needs someone who’s not part of their plot - and he’s glad she’s found one, even though he still doesn’t know what this Anakin’s role will be in the future. What he knows is that Sidious seems to have taken a special interest in him - just like he had taken an interest in Obi-Wan at the time - and that he’ll get to train him, since he has to “carry on” Qui-Gon’s last wish.

 Besides, he isn’t exactly in a place to judge, since he’s been forming his own attachments outside their schemes. Speaking of which…

“So, you and Maul, eh?”

Obi-Wan pretends he doesn’t notice Padmé’s knowing tone. Sometimes it’s best to act innocent.

“Whatever do you mean?”, he asks in fact, but it’s not enough to fool Padmé, whose smirk makes Obi-Wan understand that she’s got him figured out.

“How did you convince him to cooperate?” she asks back, not even bothering indulging Obi-Wan, “And didn’t Lord Sidious explicitly told you to kill him?”

“Yes, he did,” Obi-Wan replies. He remembers that instance perfectly: Sidious said that, since Obi-Wan was working so splendidly, he didn’t need Maul anymore and tried to convince him that he would’ve been only a hindrance to his success, using their rivalry against him. That was a mistake, because their rivalry is something they both cherished - even Maul, not that he would ever say it out loud - and… and Obi-Wan couldn’t bring himself to do it. He would’ve had if there was really no other way, but it would’ve hurt.

It was clearly a test of loyalty, and Obi-Wan knew how dangerous it was to cross his Master, but for his plans to succeed - because it was easier to pretend that he cared about Maul only for the plan and not anything else, though the more time passes the less he believes this lie - he needed him alive. He put everything into the small chance that he was going to persuade him to collaborate, and thankfully, his effort paid, because Maul was convinced.

One could argue that he has managed to do more than just convince him, but that’s something he still has to process - he’s been rather busy lately. Still, they formulated a plan: Obi-Wan would only pretend to kill Maul, which he did, after the two teamed up together to kill Qui-Gon Jin after Padmé led her people away with the excuse of finding another way inside. It was truly the perfect crime: to everyone’s eyes, Obi-Wan’s just a padawan who just lost his master at the hands of a Sith Lord - yes, knowing how much it meant to him, he left the final blow to Maul - and then proceeded to kill said Sith Lord, thus earning the title of Jedi Knight. Only a very selected few knows better.

What Maul has to do now, except laying low and playing the part of the dead man, is to watch the undergrounds; they’ll need some kind of force to completely undermine Sidious’ rule, and what could better serve their purpose than a criminal empire? Needless to say, Maul wasn’t that ecstatic about having to do this quiet work, but Obi-Wan has faith in him and believes that he will serve is purpose.

 As he retells this to Padmé, he sees her smile grow larger at every word. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her how much Maul has captured his interest during their previous meetings.

“And?” she presses him, making Obi-Wan sigh. He knows she won’t relent until he has told her everything.

“And… We kissed,” he eventually admits, making Padmé perk up from her seat in interest.

“Tell me more,” she asks in fact.

“Weren’t we supposed to discuss our plans?” Obi-Wan deflects. Some things are better when left unsaid.

“But this is much more entertaining,” Padmé teases, though she does drop the subject, much to Obi-Wan’s relief. He’s not nearly drunk enough to be having that conversation.

 They keep discussing their moves, and in the end they both convene that the best course of action is to keep a low profile and keep acting as always: Obi-Wan will train Anakin, while Padmé will continue to rule Naboo as queen.

Obi-Wan will keep contact with Maul only ever so often, at least during this first period, but he isn’t too worried about that: they have already established a line of communication made of cryptic messages and code words, and Obi-Wan has made sure that their comms won’t be intercepted by anyone.

With nothing left to add, Obi-Wan stands up, ready to leave and go about his business before someone begins wondering where he is, when Padmé stops him.

“Ah, there’s something Lord Sidious wished for you to know.” Mh. Interesting.

“What is it?”

“He has… plans,” she says, her response cryptic, which is to expect if this is something Sidious has said, “In the near future, he’ll have something that will help us in the war efforts.”

Ah, the war, the next step in Sidious’ plan to gain power. Obi-Wan knows little of what it’ll exactly consist of - Sidious never shows his cards too soon to anyone, which makes counter planning a pain - but if he’s told Padmé that, it means that he’ll know soon. In the meantime he’ll continue to patiently play his part.

After all, great things come to those you wait.

#obi wan kenobi #padmé amidala #sw #star wars #my fics #mine #sith obi wan au

[glare-gryphon]

Prompt: Undercover

AO3 Links: (Part One) (Part Two)

Prompt: Undercover Officer Anakin, Crime Lord Obi-Wan

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker

Rating: M

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Cop!Anakin, Mobster!Obi-Wan, AU - Cop/Criminal, Organized Crime, Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Part One

Coruscant’s cold, night air bites at Anakin’s skin through the thin fabric of his clothes. It’s not as bad here in the shelter of the dilapidated warehouse as it is on the unprotected streets, but gusts of winter wind and flakes of snow still make their way through the broken windows and holes in the building’s structure. He wraps his arms tighter around himself, tucking his hands into his armpits in attempt to keep them warm, and lets out a long breath that mists in the air before him. The city’s winter is a short one, but months of sleeping rough has made him miss the comfort of a real bed and a solid four walls. He wishes he could get back into the car he came in and curl around the heaters once more, but dares not move from the spot he’s been told to stand on. There is too much at stake to make a careless error. Not after he’s come so far.

So he waits, rocking anxiously on his heels and trying to avoid meeting the eyes of the men who escorted him here. He doesn’t recognize either of them, too low-ranking to make it into the file Anakin studied avidly before this operation began, but he finds his gaze drawn to them anyways. Twins, he would suspect, perhaps a little older than him. One with brown hair, the other with blonde, both cut short in reminiscence of military regulation. The tattoos Anakin can spot peaking out from beneath their various collars only support his suspicion. It’s not altogether surprising. Many former members of the Republic Military take up positions in law enforcement once they’ve been discharged, but others find employment in less prestigious places.

They stand on either side of the car, arms crossed, apparently unaffected by the chill in the air. Their coats are thicker than Anakin’s, though, and certainly have fewer holes in them. He can spot the obvious outlines of guns beneath the fabric, but doesn’t feel particularly threatened by the knowledge that they’re armed. They pay him little attention, but for the occasional glance to ensure he hasn’t moved, their gaze focused on the entryway they drove the car through. They wouldn’t have dragged him all the way down to the docks just to shoot him in the back the moment he turns around, but they also haven’t explained what they’re doing here. The rumble of the engine is the only noise that breaks the silence, the glow of the headlights the sole source of light in the dark warehouse.

Until it isn’t.

The crunch of tires through snow only briefly preceeds the appearance of another set of headlights, and Anakin squints, raising his hand against the glow as another car glides slowly through the open warehouse door. The twins stand at attention as it rolls to a stop just before them, and anticipation makes the butterflies in Anakin’s stomach all the worse. As he watches, the passenger’s side door opens, and a man slips out of the car. Anakin can not make out who it is at first, the brightness of the headlights blinding him, but he does recognize the voice when he calls out.

“Rex, Cody,” the newcomer greets, and Anakin swallows down the sudden nausea that overcomes him. “Glad to see you boys made it alright.”

“You as well, sir,” one of the twins replies, though Anakin does not know whether this is Rex or Cody.

“And it looks like you’ve managed to bring our friend as well,” the man rounds the front of car, stepping out of the protective glow of the headlights and into Anakin’s sight. He sits down on the hood of the car, and the ground beneath Anakin’s feet lurches uncomfortably. “You must be Anakin Skywalker,” he says, an enigmatic smile twisting his thin lips. “I’ve heard so many things about you.”

Anakin has heard a great many things about him, too.

Lord Cassus: one of the Sith Empire’s top lieutenants and suspected ringleader of the gang’s smuggling business. Anakin has spent countless hours studying the man who carries that title, countless hours listening to recordings of that smooth voice. It pays to know one’s enemy, and running into Cassus directly was always a possibility he had to be prepared for. Still, he had not expected it to come so soon, before he has even been fully initiated into the gang.

Cassus is two or three inches shorter than Anakin, and built heavier than him. His hair and beard are red, his eyes blue. There is a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose and his cheekbones, and Anakin morbidly wonders how many people have been close enough to see them and lived to tell the tale. With his sharp suit, black trench coat, and black fedora worn low over his face, he cuts a striking figure—like the handsome and brooding anti-hero of some cliché crime movie.

“Have you?” Anakin asks, the tremble of his voice is anything but acting. He comforts himself with the thought that any low-life in his position would tremble, too. Even ones without such deadly secrets as Anakin’s.

“Of course,” the man replies. “My boys tell me you have a talent for taking things apart and putting them back together again, Mister Skywalker.”

Anakin nods. He got his foot in the door at one of the Sith’s chop shops, where he worked up a reputation of being good with his hands. He’s always liked to work on cars, so it seemed like the best place to make his start. He figured it would get him noticed eventually, but by someone only slightly more higher ranking than himself. Not Cassus. Never Cassus. “I like to think so.”

“The boys in the shop agree with you. Watto practically leapt at the opportunity to pass your name along, when I came looking.”

Anakin frowns. “W-why were you looking for me?”

Cassus’ grin carries a kind of roguish charm that helps Anakin to understand how the man has been tried and acquitted so many times over the course of his career with the Sith. “I’m always in need of men like you in a business like mine,” the Lord explains. “Someone clever and quick with his hands. Someone who can make things disappear in plain sight.”

“You want me to come and work for you?”

“I can assure you that I pay better than that slime-bag, Watto. You might even be able to afford a new coat.”

Anakin scowls down at the cement and feels his face flush, picking at the frayed edges of his sleeves. He knows what he looks like, an image carefully crafted. It doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. “What’s the catch?” He asks, because there always is one with the Sith involved.

When he looks up, the genial smile has fallen from Cassus’ face, replaced by a cool, controlled expression that sends shivers up Anakin’s spine. “We value loyalty, in the Sith,” Cassus says measuredly. With a swift gesture of his hand, the driver’s door opens, and Anakin watches over the Sith Lord’s shoulder as the driver makes his way to the back of the car and pops the trunk. “If you’re going to work for me, I need to be sure of your commitment.”

Behind him, the driver hauls a man from the trunk of the car, and Anakin can taste bile on his tongue.

“Our friend, here,” Cassus drawls, standing suddenly, and Anakin stumbles an unconscious half-step back, “lacks such a sense of commitment. One of the boys caught him sneaking around with a CPD pig. Apparently, he thought being a snitch offered him better opportunities than I could.”

The driver, a woman around his own age with pale skin and facial tattoos, shoves her gagged and bound captive to his knees on the cement between Cassus and Anakin. Though Anakin doesn’t know the man’s name, he recognizes him, having seen him through the grimy window of Watto’s office from time to time. During those glimpses, he’d held himself proudly, carrying Cassus’ authority with him. Now he shakes violently in his fear, hunched in on himself and sobbing miserably through the muffle of the gag.

The nausea returns in full force. That could be him. One misplaced step, and that could be him.

“I’m offering you an opportunity now, Mister Skywalker,” Cassus announces, dragging Anakin’s attention back to the Sith Lord. He isn’t entirely surprised when the man reaches into the pocket of his coat and draws a gun. “Our friend here will shortly be vacating his position, meaning I will need to replace him. If you want it...”

He offers the weapon butt-first over the man’s head. Anakin takes it with trembling hands, careful to keep his finger away from the trigger. He already knows it’s live. There are no rubber bullets in the underworld.

“...take it.”

Anakin discharged bullets before, but never like this. Those were always just shootings, made in the line of duty. Protecting the innocent citizens of his backwater hometown from the rampant crime and gang violence that infested Tatooine’s streets. Never like this, never in cold blood, never with the sole intention to bring a life to its end. In the low light, the gun gleams, familiar and foreign all the same, its weight inexplicably heavy in his hand.

This is not what he signed up for when he accepted this assignment. He’s in way over his head. He should turn down Cassus’ offer, cite a moral code the man clearly lacks. Schlep it back to the station, and demand to be pulled from his assignment. Demand a transfer to some distant city where the Sith can never find him.

But when he looks into Lord Cassus’ eyes, he knows with certainty that there is nowhere to run. That there is nowhere he could go where the Sith Lord could not find him. Cassus has offered him a position among his fold, an offer made once and only once. If he fails this test, there is more than his job at stake.

One misstep. One wrong move.

“Kill him.” Cassus commands, his tone cold and clinical.

It’s not as hard as Anakin expects it to be to pull the trigger.

#gryph fic #obikin #fic: undercover au

[muses-darling]

A Seduction of the Darkside - A Star Wars AU - CH. 7 Drifting

Ignis sat meditating reaching out with the force, even Sith meditated, but this was more than meditation, he was searching for someone. So when he arrived at the hellish place that was his birth planet the planet of Mustafar he wondered at how they could have come to be here: Mustafar hadn’t always been a planet of churning bubbling lava. There had once been a lushness so deep and vast that would have rivaled even Naboo or Alderaan. However due to love and the loss of one loved it had become fire. Much like him, Those events predated even him. He walked along the crumbling volcanic rock looking up he saw a clear line of division, on the other side was a fecundity, the lushness he knew already, Alderaan? But how were the two places so merged? Was that where Kit was staying? Or were they at each other’s hearts? He saw the other man sitting before him peaceful, “Kit?”

Kit looked up from where he sat coming to a standing position at seeing him, “Lord Ignis.” 

Ignis felt a bit of sorrow he had hoped Kit would have called him Hades, he found he liked the sound of his birth name being formed by that man’s perfect tongue, those lips forming the syllables. “Hello Kit.” He smiled walking to the edge of their worlds. 

“How?” Kit asked. 

“The force? It has many abilities, many I would have showed you had you stayed.” Ignis told him. “Why? Why didn’t you stay?”

“It wasn’t where the force lead me,” Kit admitted. 

“Jedi always doing as you are told.” Ignis shook his head. 

“I am of the force and it flows through me.” Kit told him. 

“And through me,” There was something different about Kit in the time away from him. “What power I could have shown you the darkside is so much stronger than the light.”

“No,” Kit said calmly, “Neither side is stronger than the other, yes there is dark and yes there is light but there is so much more than that.”

Ignis frowned, “What have you learned Kit?” He reached forward through the barrier towards Kit.

Kit saw the hand and raised his hand the blade extending from it was pure white. 

Ignis’ eyes looked down at the blade eyes widening, he knew that crystal, “My Kyber Crystal? But how?”

“It wasn’t easy healing it, the torment done unto that crystal was beyond anything I’ve ever seen,” Kit held up the sword for Ignis to look over. 

“It took time, lot’s of time, and lots of love.” Kit spoke tears falling from his face.

Such emotion, but that was not the Jedi way? Yet Kit seemed more in control of his emotions he sensed sadness but it didn’t consume him, Ignis felt himself take a step back. “What have you learned?” His hand still remained up.

Kit lowered his blade and held up his hand, “There is so much more to the force Hades. There is more than the darkness, there is more than the light, the force is both the force is more than we make of it.”

Ignis’ fingers gently touched the tips of Kit’s as their hands entwined. “Kit,” He breathed the man’s name.

Kit held to his hand. “Hades.”

Hades’ eyes softened from their Sith nature into the gentle blues that they once had been, “You are never far from my thoughts, my dreams.” Hades admitted as looked him over then his attention was caught behind Kit and fear real fear came to Hade’s face. “Kit you need to go!”

The smile turned to a frown, “Go?”

“Kit I beg of you go!” Hades said his eyes becoming Sith like again. “GO!” Ignis shot forward from where he had been meditating. Kit! Kit was in danger! He stood up shakily. How had he come to care for the Jedi? 

________________________________________________________________

Kit had become aware of the lightsaber humming behind him his hand shot out his newly formed lightsaber the one that bore Hades’ Kyber Crystal came to life. He brought it up blocking the blow of the assailant. “Lord Vesania!”

“Hello Jedi.” Vesania grinned lightning crackled down the body and at Kit.

Kit blocked with the force, then returned with yellow lightning.

“Oooh you learned some tricks, I wonder how your precious Jedi friends will feel when they learn you fell to the darkside before your death.”

“I’ve not fallen,” Kit shook his head. “I have achieved balance.” Kit spoke softly. “True balance.” He held up his blade ready for Vesania’s next move 

Vesania’s eyes widened before he let out a belly aching laugh. “You really think you can stop me with so small a burst of lightning? Oh you Jedi are really stupid. Have a taste of real power.” 

The air around Kit thrummed with energy before crackles echoed about his ear. Kit closed his eyes and let the energy build before force pushing all of it at Vesania.

Vesania landed hard as all the lightning coarsed through him repelled back at him. 

Kit moved towards him standing over the Sith his blade at the man’s throat. “Yield.”

“Never,” Vesania reached out through the force and sent a brick at Kit who spun slicing it from himself. Vesania took the opportunity to leave the room.

_

“Track Lord Vesania’s ship.”

“Yes my Emperor,” an attendant began looking through the data pad in their hand. “He is on the Moon Yavin Four.” 

Not far, but was he close enough? Ignis had to wonder as he boarded his personal ship. “I will return in my absence continue as we have.”

_

Kit hurried after Lord Vesania summoning out his second blade. They clashed in the great central room of the temple. 

Lord Vesania lifted up a huge chunk of fallen ceiling with the force hurtling it at Kit.

Kit shattered it sending the multitude of pieces at Lord Vesania.

Vesania threw up a projection of the force unable to block all of it dropping to his feet as blood flowed from where he had been struck. “Clever little Jedi, you have learned much in our time apart, but it is all for not. See that you are alone.” Vesania cackled. “Your petty attempts at bringing me down will do nothing! Does this anger you little Jedi? Good taste the anger what real anger feels like. Look into my eyes little Jedi.”

Kit knew better than to look at Vesania’s eyes, tales of a dark sith who could with the look in their eyes kill with the hatred they held. Kit reached out with the force instead finding the vines that grew along the ceiling and walls and began flooding them with the force encouraging their growth till they were long enough, “I think you will find I can always find friends.” Kit smiled as vines twisted and wrapped around Vesania’s limbs constraining him. 

Footfalls behind him told him other’s approached. “Thank the force we are not too late.” Aziraphale said brandishing a blade and looking to Crowley. “We were examining the library at a nearby temple when we sensed him. Are you alright Kit?”

“Nothing a bit of Bacta and meditation can’t help.” Kit gave a winning smile. 

Vesania’s blade became a whirlwind cutting away the vines. “I’M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU JEDI!”

Crowley’s blade extended, “Aww just when things were looking a little wrapped up.”

Kit and the other two encircled the Sith keeping a distance and watching him. 

Vesania lunged at Crowley only to realize that it was actually Aziraphale.

 “My dear boy don’t you know it’s not nice to attack one’s elders.” He chastised him meeting the Sith’s blade before reaching up with his hand to Vesania’s forehead. A blinding light came from his hand over Vesania’s eyes blinding him.

Vesania moved back then stood ready, “If you think this momentary darkness frightens me, you are truly foolish old man. I was born in the dark, raised in it, and it powers me.”

Aziraphale rolled his eyes as well as his head in annoyance stepping silently around Vesania and pressing the button on the Sith’s lightsaber as he pulled it from his hands. “Then you should be able to see that you are beaten.”

Crowley moved closer to help apprehend the Sith Lord his foot landing not so quietly.

Vesania’s head jerked and he raised his arm the all too familiar crackling of energy surged out but it wasn’t Crowley who took the brunt of it.

“AZIRAPHALE!” Crowley’s eyes widened as he watched his beloved take all of it the whole blast his body shuddering and falling Crowley caught him looking up at the man, “YOU BASTARD!” He set Aziraphale down gently.

Kit felt his green blade leave his hand as Dark energy swirled around Crowley.

“Master Crowley.”

“GET HIM OUT OF HERE, THIS LITTLE BOY ISSSSS GOING TO LEARN A LESSSSON,” The roof above began cracking.

Kit used the force to help him get Aziraphale out of there. Outside he saw why the temple was cracking as a meteor pulled from the stars above came through the top of the temple.  “Master Crowley.” He set Aziraphale down in the ship’s med bay hooking him up to a feed of bacta and hurrying back out narrowly dodging pieces of the temple as they were flung into the jungle. “MASTER CROWLEY!” He held up his hands as dust flew around himself. 

Crowley stood in the destructing temple Vesania’s corpse at his feet, Crowley was not a fighter, but when it came to Aziraphale. Aziraphale! He looked up and saw Kit, “Azirphale?” He asked weakly.

“He’s alive, he needs time to heal, so do you. We need to leave. I sense more coming this way. Master Crowley.” Kit reached out gently taking Crowley’s arm.

Crowley looked up at him and for a moment he almost saw the small blonde child with green eyes as big as the twin moons of Lothal. 

“Master Crowley?” Little Kit asked walking up to Crowley in the garden. “None of the other younglings will train with me, can I stay here in the garden with you?”

Crowley turned to little Kit and smiled, “I’d like that very much Kit.”

Kit beamed up at him always a sunny child, a kind one with a bright future. 

Crowley continued watering the pants.

“Can I help you?”

Kids needed something to do, being still was something learned over time not instantly understood. “Yes of course young Kit, let me know if you find any plants that have any spots on them.” 

Kit nodded, “Yes Master Crowley!” He hurried off before long his small voice could be heard shouting. “I FOUND ONE! I FOUND ONE!” He jumped up and down waving the Master down.

Crowley walked over to him and smiled down at him. “Well now let’s see what kind of spot that it is?” He frowned clearly displeased.

“Did I do something wrong?” Kit asked.

“No Kit I’m disappointed in this plant for not being of a fortitude to stand up to sunspots.” Crowley’s fingers took hold of the plant only to be interrupted by the child crying. “What is it?”

“You’re not going to kill it are you?” Kit asked eyes welling up with tears looking up at him. “Surely it could learn from this? Get better and never do it again! It just needs to be healed.” 

“I’m sure you are right Kit, perhaps Master Aziraphale can help when he is available, he is a master healer.” Crowley nodded. 

Kit smiled clearly happy with this. 

Crowley knew that the moment Kit was gone that the plant would be removed from the garden before it could taint any other plants. “Kit want me to show you something you can do with the plants and the Force?”

Crowley was pulled from his reverie as they entered Hyperspace looking over he saw Aziraphale resting peacefully already looking less injured by Vesania’s lighting. His eyes looked to Kit who was piloting the ship.

“You blacked out,” Kit told him, there was already Sith Imperial ships arriving we made it through I don’t know how.” Kit shook his head as he neared where Aziraphale lay. “He’ll heal just fine, he always was a Master Healer you always said so.”

Crowley smiled, “I saw the vines, well done Kit seems you practiced when we weren’t together training.”

Kit beamed feeling chuffed at the compliment. “Well I’ve had three amazing masters teach me what they have, something had to stick.” 

Crowley nodded sitting back down his hand going to Aziraphale’s, “I think I’m going to stay here for a while.”

“Of course,” Kit told him. “There is fresh tea brewed up if you want it.”

“Perhaps something stronger?”

“I’ll see what there is.” Kit nodded. “Rest well Master Crowley.”

Crowley nodded hearing Kit’s footsteps fade before he looked to Azirphale, “You shouldn’t have done that angel,” He smoothed Aziraphale’s hair. “It could have killed you, from what it looks like it nearly did. You are a bastard you know that,” He told Aziraphale tucking him in as he lay beside him on the medical bed. “Thank you.” He never said those last two words when anyone could hear them.

“You’re welcome.” Aziraphale said eyes opening a smile on his face as he squeezed his husband’s hand.

“Aziraphale!” Crowley turned and pulled him to him. “What the bloody-do-you-even!-What-was!-I-thought-you-you-had-don’t-you-ever-do-that-again!”

“I can’t make any promises,” Aziraphale smiled kissing the tip of Crowley’s nose. “But I will do my best if you will do yours to keep out of danger.”

“Oh Angel.” Crowley shook his head resting his forehead against Aziraphale’s. “Aziraphale.”

“I love you.” 

“Not as much as I you.”

#Ch.7 A Seduction of the Darkside #SeaCoastCity SWAU #SW:ASD

[nevertheless-moving]

Suicidal Misunderstanding XVI

Part I - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Part XIII - - - - Part XIV - - - - Part XV

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Masters Aerdo, Koon and Nu lurched forward in distress as Obi-Wan unceremoniously slammed his mental walls into place.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” He reassured them, smiling weakly and rubbing his temples.

“Cutting yourself off so abruptly from the force after a meditation that deep is dangerous,” Master Aerdo said, alarmed. “Please endeavor to be more gentle with yourself, Master Kenobi.”

“Of course, I simply thought it would be be best to allow for some, ah, uncertainty with my retreat to counteract my... necessary indiscretion.”

“Uncertainty!” Plo scolded. “If I hadn’t been in same room as you I might have thought you were dead!”

“Well, yes, that’s rather-”

Vokara Che burst through the door, followed closely by Bant Eerin.

“PLO KOON! WHAT IN THE GALACTIC CORE HAVE YOU DONE TO MY PATIENT!”

Master Koon took a step back, “Vokara, please-”

“I’m perfectly alright, Master Che,” Obi-Wan interjected, “Master Koon has helped me beyond what I can ever repay. I- Oh dear. You all have.” Obi-Wan looked around, guilt creeping into his voice. “Oh. OH. I am so sorry for what I must have put you all through. I- I assure you, it wasn’t what it looked like. Thank you so much for all you’ve done to save me from...well, my own foolishness, I suppose. Oh that must have been- I deeply apologize for the inconvenience I’ve caused.”

Master Che took a deep breath. “Your good health is repayment enough for whatever debt you feel you might owe. May I take your recent...reaching out to mean that you have begun to regain your sense of where and when you are and no longer feel the need for more...drastic means of escape? Alarming raising of shields notwithstanding?”

Obi-Wan winced. “I am...still confused on a number of points, I admit. But I’ve cleared up most of my important doubts. Its... 7957 by the Centralized Republic Calendar. I’m in the temple Halls of Healing on Couracant. Everyone in this room is a fellow member of Jedi Order.” Obi-Wan hastily wiped away a few tears forming in the corners of his eyes. 

He cleared his throat as the five onlookers watched with a mixture of sympathy and confusion. “It’s going to be difficult, but I owe you all an explanation. Actually I need to explain a few things quite urgently, but first-”

His train of thought was interrupted by the roiling force presence that proceeded Mace Windu’s entrance. Mace paused at the foot of the bed, eyeing Obi-Wan critically as everyone else shuffled slightly out of the way to the edges of the increasingly crowded room. 

“Master Kenobi. You’re looking better.” He finally said.

“I’m feeling better. You really can’t imagine. I’m sure you have questions, but first I must insist- ow!” Obi-Wan jerked back, startled by the sudden rap of a gimer stick on the side of his head.

“Master Yoda!” Che and Aerdo scolded as the Grandmaster suddenly appeared on the nightstand to get a better look at his troublesome great-grand padawan.

 Vokara actually grabbed the wizened elder with both hands, lifting him by the armpits and chastising him like a misbehaving youngling. “That is not an appropriate greeting for any of my patients. Shame on you.”

“Patients, hmm? Shame, shame indeed.” Yoda muttered, dangling in the air. “Gone, my patience is. For making us think he had joined the force too early, shame indeed on Obi-Wan.” 

Obi-Wan bowed his head. “My apologies, grandmaster. I had strong reason to believe that I was trapped in a hallucination. I will explain everything but first we really need to comm-”

“Your suicide attempt, I was not referring to, no. Do such a thing in your right mind, I know you would never. Concerned, we were, of course. Halfway fake your own death, the first thing you did was, after all this! The reason I am hitting you, that is! Too old for this, I am!” 

“I understand, and I had reason for retreating so suddenly. Which I will be happy to explain. But first we really need to do damage control and contact-”

- - - - -

“ANAKIN! Anakin, what’s wrong!” Padme shook her husband’s shoulders as he knelt, collapsed on the floor.

“It’s- Obi-Wan” he choked out. “He was here! He was awake and alive and then he just- stopped.” 

“Oh force. You don’t mean he’s-”

“I don’t know. I can’t sense him. I don’t know.”

“Go. And when you find him, please comm me to let me know if-”

But Anakin was already gone.

- - - - -

"Oh...hm.” Master Tiin shuddered slightly.

“Sir? Is everything alright?” Captain Rex asked.

“Does this have something to do with General Kenobi’s illness?” Boil called out anxiously. A low murmur rippled through the mixed meeting of high-level strategic and logistical officers. 

“His- force presence grew rather strong for a moment. I would have to contact the temple to-”

“He’s dead.”

“Master Krell!” Saesee Tiin chided as the room recoiled in horror. “We don’t know that.”

General Tiin addressed the anxious room, “His force presence did cut out abruptly, but there are a number of explanations for such a thing, and jumping to the worst case scenario prematurely does us no favors.”

“Perhaps we should pause the briefing while you contact the Temple, sir.” Commander Cody offered stiffly.

“Out of line, Clone.” General Krell said, sneering. “Regardless of the status of your former General, we depart at 22:00 hours this evening. This briefing will continue. Interrupt with such a meaningless and insubordinate suggestion again and I will have you put on review for decommissioning.”

“Yes, sir.” Cody replied.

“That’s enough, Master Krell. I realize tensions are running high but please control yourself.” Tiin sighed. “We do need to finish this planning session. I apologize for the disruption, everyone. Now if you will all turn your attention back to map 3a of the Ghost Nebula...”

Command training included modules on compartmentalizing unhelpful emotional responses in order to focus on tactical information, so that’s what Cody did.

- - - - -

“If you have some Sith-related intel to divulge, I think it might be more appropriate to contact the rest of the council first, Master Kenobi,” Mundi said, discarded fluid drip awkwardly jabbing him in the side . 

“I agree, but trust me, first, someone really needs to tell Anakin I’m not dead. If you don’t want to do it, I will,” Obi-Wan announced, trying to get up. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” Bant snapped, pushing him back into bed.

“I- Oh Bant, It’s- some things are fuzzy, but you were one of the medi staff who came to my quarters after I...”

Bant glared in answer. 

“I am so sorry, again I-” 

“Obi-Wan, try not to worry too much about apologies right now. The important thing is you have people who care about you and we are all pleased by your renewed vigor for life.” Healer Aerdo interrupted, maintaining a death grip on Yoda while Che fussed over Obi-Wan’s vital readings. 

“I’ve commed Skywalker but if he’s acting as I suspect, he’s not checking messages” Master Windu said from his place in the corner.

- - - - - 

A Chiss Padawan leaned over to whisper to her Master as the mental flow halted unceremoniously. “Master, you don’t think...”

“Is something wrong, young one?” Chancellor Palpatine called out, smiling warmly at the young apprentice and drawing all eyes in the sub-committee meeting to the cloaked pair standing watch at the door.

“Ah, no, Supreme Chancellor, thank you for your concern. We simply observed a minor disruption in the force,” Her Tholothian Master replied smoothly as the padawan attempted not to fidget. “I’m sure the Council will contact us if it’s anything worth reporting to the Senate.” 

The meeting continued but more than a few senators spent the remainder of the session discretely swapping messages speculating on what could have ruffled the usually silent and stoic guardians. 

- - - - -

Shouted curses and wailing speeder horns followed Anakin as he raced to the temple. 

I swear to all the gods if he’s alive i’ll never kill anyone ever again I should have been there was no warning in the force please help me if he’s dead i’m going to kill everyone on this planet except Padme and then im going to kill Dooku and Grevious and then

- - - - -

“Master Fisto!” Ashoka said, turning anxiously to the Natuolan Master as Obi-Wan’s presence evaporated. “Do you think Master Kenobi is alright?”

“We’re quite a distance away,” Kit replied soothingly. “There’s a very good chance he simply had to withdraw because he was overreaching himself to say hello.” 

Ashoka frowned. “Can we contact the temple to make sure? Please?”

“I’ll send a comm, but we might not get a reply right away. We’re only a few hours out from the planet, so you’ll be able to check in on him yourself soon, alright?”

“Yes, Master.”

- - - - -

“Ah...perhaps we should shift into another room? This one is a little small for the...full Jedi Council. And I wouldn’t mind the opportunity to change out of these patients robes and into something a little more appropriate”

“You’re not going anywhere or changing into anything until I clear you.” Che snapped, elbowing Koth out of the way to jab Obi-Wan with another device.

“If one of the high council is unable to leave this room, than the high council is more than willing to meet here.” Master Gallia said calmly from her perch at the foot of the bed.  

“Well I’m not leaving.” Master Nu announced. “I still haven’t gotten the full explanation Plo promised.”

“As a healer-”

- - - - -

Klicks apart from one another, Sith Assassin Ventress and Knight Vos unknowingly shared identical frowns as Quinlan softly gave voice to what they were both thinking,

“What the fuck, Kenobi.”

- - - - - 

“WATCH OUT!”

“Kriff!”

“...Was that Anakin Skywalker? Did The Hero With No Fear just cut us off?”

“Must be some serious business for him to be flying like that.”

- - - - - 

Count Dooku redirected the Invisible Hand; his plans for Kiros would simply have to wait. Sidious might prefer the Umbaran seige to be a long, protracted affair rather than a decisive win one way or another, but if Tyrannus’s suspicions were correct, than the time for kowtowing to the Sith Master might be near its end. Sidious had long underestimated his Grandpadawan. He suspected that whatever play was going on was less the act of a new player and more the opening move of an experience one now shifting his attention to another arena. 

The ‘attack’ was likely a deliberate ruse to allow Kenobi to slip into the shadows and finally begin addressing the hint he had provided on Genosis long ago. Now, more than ever, Dooku needed to manage Separatist affairs strategically. Kenobi’s search into the force and subsequent rapid withdraw was too deliberate to be anything but the first steps of a larger plot. 

- - - - -

“Ah, Master Mundi?” A young apprentice healer asked the Cerean Master guarding the entranceway to the wing. “There’s a small crowd gathering outside. All very orderly, of course. But they want to know Master Kenobi’s Status. What should I tell them?”

Mundi Sighed. “If they ask, tell them Master Kenobi’s wellbeing is protected under healer client confidentiality and the highest security clearance.” 

Ki-Adi paused. “If Anakin Skywalker, arrives, just- send him this way, as you would a Council Member, understood? Don’t try and stop him.” he added begrudgingly.

“I see.” the padawan replied with impressive professional calm, "Thank you, Master Mundi” She bowed and returned to the front.

- - - - -

Maul staggered out of his cave. Kenobi was taunting him now. Kenobi would pay. Kenobi would see. Kenobi couldn’t die before Maul killed him.

- - - - -

A gap opened in the somber crowd as Anakin sprinted through, heart in his throat.

He should have been here there was no warning he should have been there

“Skywalker!” Mundi barked. “Calm yourself!”

Anakin stared at him with wild eyes and the High Master faltered, frightened for a moment. Before Anakin could say or do anything to the council member, Master Windu appeared. “Over here.”

Anakin blurred past him, mind tormenting him with images of nooses and blood and broken bodies and incomplete-

“Hello there, Anakin.” Obi-Wan sat upright in bed, smiling at him and surrounded by far too many Master’s for anyone’s comfort. Least of all the Masters, now that Mundi and Windu were forcing their back in. 

Anakin took in a strangled gasp, “Obi-Wan- you- i thought you were dead.”

Obi-Wan’s welcoming smile faltered. “Oh Anakin, I’ve really put you through a terrible ordeal the last few days, haven’t I? I am so, so sorry- I- I promise I didn’t intend to leave you like that. Come here, I’ll- its going to sound quite impossible but I can explain everything. There’s so much I have to tell everyone-”

Anakin threw himself forward, ignoring Jedi dignity and who he was knocking over.

He heard a tut of disapproval behind him as he embraced his Master. 

“Oh be quiet” Master Koon chided someone. “Honestly, he’s padawan age, have some compassion.”

Anakin decided to ignore that in favor of crying over Obi-Wan for the fourth time in as many days, utterly exhausted. 

Obi-Wan hesitated for a bare moment before wrapping his arms around his brother and friend for the first time in years (at least for the first time where he was aware that it was real and oh force he was really going to have to meditate to fully understand what he had said and done and what everyone had said in response).

“Perhaps we should give them a moment to collect themselves.” Master Aerdo offered diplomatically. Having largely reached their threshold for open displays of emotion, the Council non-verbally came to an agreement.

“You two have five minutes to pull yourselves together,” Master Windu said severely. 

“Of course, Master Windu. Thank you.” Obi-Wan rasped.

The group shuffled out with remarkable good grace, considering the number of inhabitants in the room, or rather remarkable bad grace, considering they were all supposed to be Jedi Masters.

Plo Koon patted them both on the shoulders before filing out. Master Yoda leapt nimbly out of Bant’s arms to land on the nightstand. He rapped them each lightly on the head before darting out with a chuckle. The door clicked shut.

“Master- I- never do that again.”

“I’m sorry Anakin, I promise, I wasn’t trying to die, I have far, far too much to live for. I’m never going to leave you again, I don’t care what else happens but- I’m not going to abandon you ever again, do you understand. Even if I die, I’ll come back and haunt you for the rest of your life, you’ll barely notice the difference, I swear.”

“...Thank you, but please stop talking now”

“Right, of course. I’m sorry. I’m so, so-”

“I love you, Obi-Wan.”

“...I love you too, Anakin.”

Part XVII

#star wars #my au #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au no 27 #time travel fix it #star wars au #potentially triggering #suicide references #violent thoughts

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Hell is just a beat away (4/9)

Despite early promise, young Maul has turned out to be a disappointment, willfully delaying his training with secret attempts to make himself friends from scrap metal. He must be properly motivated, and so Darth Sidious sends him to a slave market on an impossible mission. It backfires. Star Wars: Darth Maul (2017) comic AU | 4.9k | warning for slavery, sexual assault of a teenager (non-graphic), body horror (implanted bombs)

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“Jedi. Move.” Maul bites his lip before the please slips out, and he is grateful for the mask that hides that sign of his pathetic inexperience. Master wouldn’t have been tempted to say please. Master wouldn’t have been this nervous, either.

Master would have felt at home in this place. He would have charmed everyone.

Luckily, the padawan obediently speeds up a bit when he tugs the heavy chain running from her manacles to a loop in his belt. She even bumps into Maul at times, each kick and jostle a fleeting rush of connection. It makes him flinch. It makes him angry. After the first accidental touch, she mumbled an apology at least and stayed out of his space for a few seconds, but with each time he recoils from unfamiliar sensation the fear she’s broadcasting abates. She keeps jostling him. She looms. She’s more than a head taller than him, and the length of her legs means each of her strides—unfairly—cover more ground than Maul’s, unless Maul starts jogging, and then he’ll really look like he is in a hurry to get away from the slaver palace. Which he is, admittedly. He is very eager to complete this mission. That’s all. But he is also too clever to let anyone see.

He is almost tempted to inquire about her lightsaber, because finding and corrupting a Jedi lightsaber on top of his mission would surely impress his Master, but… As great as the opportunity is, the air here is too putrid.

It’s hot enough in the bursting-full domed giant room to make him sweat-sticky and lightheaded by now, under his vocoder-holding jaw-mask that lets in too little air and the heavy shirts and the sunglasses that threaten to slip off his nose and need to be pushed back too often, but he cannot take anything off. He would rather faint than be looked at. He needs the insulation. Being touched without layers and layers of fabric would be—and anyway, in here, in this palace, he cannot be seen for what he is. Every bob and ebb of the force against his mind screams it. He remembers the zabrak. He cannot be seen, even though he doesn’t quite understand why his species should matter beyond the deep-hidden loneliness of being unmirrored.

There is something crawling in the air, something foul, and it’s not the fact that he is in the company of a Jedi. She’s terrified, anyway, as she should be—though not yet because of him, sticking far too close-by—and that does not make him uneasy. It doesn’t. He’s meant to bask in his enemy’s fear. He’ll bask in it soon, he promises himself.

As soon as they’re out of here.

The bright light and loud peripheral awful conversations mingle with the gross aftertaste of last night’s stupid drinks. The air is thin. Maul’s head pounds.

The crowd has swollen in the short time he fetched the padawan. To get to the exit he must pass through a fleshy mass that covers every single tile on the expansive floor. And once he steps forward—all around him, hands waving tiny bites of food. Maul’s entrails squirm. Delicate glass flutes of ill-smelling fluid, too, held loosely against bellies covered in diamond-encrusted dresses and crisp suits. Everything is too close and much too tall for him to see any face, even if he wanted to. He doesn’t even crane his neck to try. He doesn’t need faces to know that he hates them. Carefully, he weaves through the thick crowd of giants, or normal-sized people anyway, because without stilts he is the strange one in here; the crowd of expensively-dressed adults who are standing around and chatting idly and looking at the other people. The many new people standing rigid and being touched. The people who are on sale. Just like the pretend-fighter zabrak. There is no honor here; no fair battle, no chance of freedom, no death and no glory, only handcuffs and guards bearing shock-prongs to keep one side from grabbing for victory or power or strength or even passion. From doing anything at all. The slavers are looking at the padawan, too, eyeing her hungrily but not approaching, and she shudders and bumps into Maul again.

He hurries. A tug in his belly tells him: he must get out now, or have his life irreparably changed. He must escape.

Maul’s eyes dart around, in search for the least peopled path to the exit, and then they get stuck.

The zabrak’s still here.

He hasn’t even moved, or just barely. Maul remembers his posture from before, even though he shouldn’t. Even though he thought so desperately that he immediately forgot. He remembers the cold swirling around him, refreshing and hard. He shouldn’t have cared enough to remember. He shouldn’t even have noticed him back then. It’s irrelevant to the mission, after all. Superfluous. It’s only a zabrak slave. (It’s only the one other person in the entire galaxy who is like Maul.) Maul remembers him, remembers filling up at the sight of his yellow-black swirled face and his dead eyes with judgment and joy, guilt-ridden and furtive and bright. It’s the exact same stance. Legs a shoulder-width apart, arms raised, face downturned as if he wasn’t there. As if he was a shut-off droid.

The same empty expression, even though a human woman is currently touching his biceps. The woman is new. She must be looking to buy him.

Maul approaches them slowly, only distantly aware that the padawan is dragging her feet in confusion. With every step, the feelings that draw him get stronger: there is still no expression on the big zabrak’s face, but he hates the woman. There’s no cold in the area anymore. No ice shales of controlled aversion. Instead, the force around him is a sea of boiling anger and disgust. (It’s not contempt—and why does Maul so desperately want it to be contempt—it’s not, but something eerily familiar and hidden deep deep inside: it’s the hatred that comes when you are small and cannot leave. It makes no sense. The zabrak isn’t small, just as Maul has grown so much that he moved on to better, stronger loathings, and he can almost pretend he doesn’t remember it.)

The force around him is a bottomless well of the dark side, and the other zabrak is strong in the force. Maul’s hearts pitter quickly. He’s not just a zabrak. He’s a darksider! He’s like me!

It’s incredible, beyond inexcusable, that Maul overlooked such a foundational trait when he looked at the zabrak before. A darksider, and Maul was preoccupied with judging his stance and his grooming!

There is confusion, but it doesn’t douse the excitement. It’s hard for Maul to keep up his nonchalantly slow speed. Thoughts cartwheel inside his brain: Why does the zabrak just stand there? Why pretend to be a fake fighter? He’s force-sensitive. He could kill them all. Cold, heat: they are his emotions leaking into the living force, reshaping it, perverting it, strong enough to be picked up from many meters away. He’s a darksider. He’s powerful. He could have killed them all hours ago. He controlled himself, though. Is he, too, on a mission? What kind of mission would be this humiliating? Why is he posing as a slave? Why doesn’t he fight? He should fight. Chains and electric shock wouldn’t be enough to keep Maul down. The zabrak is like Maul. He’s like Maul. He’s… Did he come to take the padawan? The one Master wants? Will I have to fight him? That’s... a thrilling idea. A tiny bit worrying, too. The zabrak is very tall. As incredible a fighter as Maul is, he might not be able to take him down. The zabrak is a darksider. His useless appearance is only pretense. He’ll… I won’t win quickly, Maul corrects himself. I am Darth Maul. I am the apprentice of Lord Sidious. I won’t be able to take him down quickly. I’ll win, eventually, but it’ll be an impressive fight.

Is he another Sith? No, there are only two, but… there was a whole Sith Empire once, Master said, when he took Maul to the ruins and the ghosts. Maybe the Jedi did not kill all of Maul’s people but one; maybe, another branch has survived. Or maybe—Maul’s read of acolytes. Of Masters taking more than one than one apprentice. He doesn’t really believe that Lord Sidious would betray him like that, and if he did… why did he not tell me about the other zabrak? Maul would have loved to meet another zabrak, even if he was competition. Maul has always been so alone.

Master would have told him. He would, at least, have wanted to witness Maul’s pain at being replaced, and his subsequent death. He would have wanted to laugh at Maul. It can’t be that.

Maybe… maybe the zabrak is untrained. Undiscovered. Unclaimed by a Master.

Maybe Maul was meant to find him.

This mission was too easy. Lord Sidious sent Maul to find a Jedi padawan for him, but He has hidden meanings in all He does. Maybe that was only a pretext. Or… is it possible that… that Lord Sidious Himself was led by the force, to send Maul here today, where he could discover this other zabrak who is strong in the dark side? Maul’s hearts claw against his ribcage, trying to fight their way out with excitement. He has felt the force pushing and flowing and tugging at him for years, but this is so much bigger.

This is destiny.

Maul was meant to find him.

It makes sense. It makes so much sense. Why else would there just happen to be another zabrak in this room, where Maul can see him? Another person just like Maul? A potential apprentice?

Now that he’s decided the zabrak is probably not a trained Sith, he can taste the truth of it in the other’s force presence. Anger, but unharnessed. Helpless. Impotent.

Ready to be stoked.

(Nonsense, another voice argues. Stop now. This is just a coincidence. Master will be so angry if you—and then Maul cuts it off. He already knows the conclusion he wants. It’s only a matter of thinking the right thoughts to get there. He refuses to get side-tracked.)

Maul was meant to find this zabrak. They were meant to meet.

Just one more look. I’ll get up close, but I just want one more look.This is just a dream. He can convince himself he just wants to look at the other zabrak, one more look before he is alone in the galaxy again, bargaining with his shivering sense of self-preservation, because deep in Maul’s galloping hearts he knows that this is the jump off a cliff-edge. He isn’t dreaming. He’s moving. Acting. He’s making the mistake he refused to know he would, the second he saw that face. He’s contravening orders, even if they’re orders his Master hasn’t spoken aloud. Why would He? He never expected this to happen. Master never expected Maul to want to talk to anyone here on Nar Shaddaa. He never expected anything but success. Anything but utter devotion. He especially never expected Maul to want to bring anyone from this slave market, apart from the padawan He sent off for. He doesn’t know Maul has thoughts like that. He doesn’t know the dreams. Master wants Maul to be alone. He has always forced Maul to be alone.

But the force sent Maul to this zabrak.

Just one look. That’s all it is. That’s safe, right?

He mustn’t draw anyone’s attention, though. Slowly, he walks closer. He drags his feet against the floor, even though they want to fly.

Just one more look—and then what?Now that he’s allowed himself to come again within mere meters of the zabrak who is the only other person in the entire galaxy who is like Maul and nothing immediately disastrous has happened, it feels insufficient. Just one look will never be enough. Maul is greedy, and out here disobedience hurts less than he expected. It’s even… exhilarating. He is in freefall, and the air is rushing against his skin. He is weightless. He is not alone anymore. He looks at the zabrak—what’s his name? will he be surprised? will he like me?—and for the first time, he can see a future that isn’t just longing. He doesn’t want it to stop.

I could take him with me. That’s what he’s here for. What the force wants. He would follow me then, Maul thinks giddily. It’s only a dream, he knows, but it’s warm and new and hope. Maul wraps himself deep inside. He’d stay and be grateful and I’d teach him everything I know. I wouldn’t even lock him up in the training complex, or if I did—I’d be there too. He wouldn’t be alone. I would give him everything I have, and he would help me. I would…

How much does a slave cost, anyway?

The zabrak is strong in the force. He’s like Maul, like someone who Lord Sidious himself chose to carry the legacy of the Sith. He must be incredibly expensive.

It doesn’t really matter, Maul decides. It’s like when he had to slice the computer in order to make everyone think he bought the padawan. He doesn’t have any credits. The stolen ones are spent, and Master never gave him any money.

That was because Lord Sidious wanted to test Maul, just as He wanted to test Maul by sending him to the wrong location. It’s why he told Maul the wrong date, too. So many tests, and Maul proved his worth. He failed none of them.

He didn’t fail yet.

Ice pools inside Maul’s veins. Is this zabrak another test? Will Master know? Will he be angry if—and then Maul bites his cheek until there is blood and the voice shuts up. Maul just wants to look at the zabrak. He wants to stay inside the dream for a little longer. That’s all it is. That’s safe. He will not get distracted. (He’ll be alone again soon.)

I could take him with me.

Maul doesn’t have any money. He could repeat the computer trick, though. Quickly sneak into the server room.

(Is this a test?)

He could just steal credits from the well-dressed buyers standing around.

(Is this—focus.)

Maul could just wait until the human woman buys the zabrak and leaves with him, or someone else does. He could follow them. He could challenge her. She doesn’t look like she has many blasters or an entourage of bodyguards, and even if she does… Maul is a Sith. He is powerful. He is fast. He is deadly. He—

A shudder. This is a test. It must be.

The zabrak is here in this room where Maul can see him. He is here in the place that Master sent Maul to, or didn’t, but that was just a test. Master must have known he would be here. Master must have wanted him to be here. There’s only one reason why he’d want that.

What Master is looking to ascertain here, Maul doesn’t know. Arrogance to weed out, maybe. Temptation. Obedience. The joy of dangling the one thing Maul’s always wanted in his face. But it must be a test. Master knows everything. Master has to have planned it.

Maul must leave. He must leave now. He really, really should, if he wants to survive. He should turn back. Master knows everything. Master would kill him for—

No don’t not this please not again don’t don’t—

Wet oil on Maul’s skin. Inside his mouth it wells and flows into his nose and he tries to sick it up until it dribbles down to the floor but—

Don’t please—

The air, sucked out of the room. No oxygen, not anymore, only a wave of revulsion and boneless terror to replace it, completely unexpected and so physical it almost makes Maul fall over. It makes him retch and gasp. Something stings his cheek. A slap, and he goes rigid. He isn’t allowed to hide from punishment. He waits, but the next hit doesn’t come.

Slowly, eventually, he rubs the burning spot. He tries to, anyway: his glove catches on the thick mask and bumps the sunglasses. His face is covered. He is far from Mustafar. He is safe.

He blinks furiously to make the black streaks in his eyes go away.

Then, he looks up. Back at the zabrak.

He sees: the human woman buyer is between them now, reaching up. She has moved on from the arms to touching the zabrak’s muscular bare shiny stomach. She’s lingering on it.

The zabrak is breathing heavily now, like Maul is; he’s retreated a single step backwards and is looking straight ahead and there is no air and then the slave seller is gripping a horn and forcing his head down and his back into a hunch and then the woman touches the face too and the mouth opens obediently and Maul’s skin crawls and everything feels too tight, a thousand times worse than it did when the man in the convenience store looked at him, even though it’s only secondhand.

Probably.

It must be only secondhand, he decides once he’s caught his bearing again. Once he’s turned oil slick and hyperventilation and panic back into anger, the way he was taught. Into power.

It feels like it’s everywhere, like it’s his, the terror and humiliation, but that must be because the zabrak is very strong in the force. Maul’s not the one being touched. He’s not even afraidof being touched. It’s the opposite. He lives on an empty base, and at night he often wishes he had a pet to cuddle close to, or someone to hold his hand. Useless dreams.

She does something to the zabrak then that Maul cannot see, and the force whimpers. Maul tastes bile.

“You will give me the zabrak,” he shouts, putting all his Will into it. He doesn’t think about what he’s doing. He doesn’t remember the order about staying hidden, about under no circumstances using the force. He doesn’t remember his Master’s laughter. He doesn’t remember punishment. This is not the time to think. Maul feels sick and like he wants to cry—can’t, Master will hurt me—and he needs everything to stop. Taking the zabrak away from here will stop it.

He feels the truth of it: the zabrak will be safewhen Maul’s taken him away. He will not be afraid anymore. That’s the only thing that matters.

“I will give you the zabrak,” the woman says, caught in the mind trick.

“I will give you the zabrak,” promises a gamorrean waiter.

“I will give you the zabrak,” chorus three muuns holding champagne flutes a few meters away, and Maul’s probably overdone it. He couldn’t help it: he is filled with fear and disgust and compassion, and the dark side eats it greedily. Right now, he could move mountains. He could smother all these minds, wrapped up and subdued by his Will, and he wants to. He hates them all. He wants to stop the connection, to stop touching them, wants their slimy thoughts and their pleasures gone. He can’t, though. He started this, and he needs to see it through. He needs to save the zabrak.

More people join in, a discordant canon of blank-voiced slavers, and those who don’t because they were too far away to be caught in the mind trick turn their heads curiously.

The zabrak himself doesn’t say anything, or even look at Maul. Being force-sensitive, he is not bespelled, and the only reaction is a slight up-flicker of his eyes. A different flavor of fear in the force, but just as strong. It hurts.

Why is he still afraid? Why doesn’t he like me? Maul was so happy to see another zabrak.

Then, Maul sucks in stale air through the mask and remembers: he’s in disguise. The zabrak cannot actually know that it’s Maul who has saved him. This is not a rejection. For a second, Maul wants to reassure him, but then he catches a glimpse of an advertisement poster that hangs behind them—twi’leks! wookiees! zabraks! freshly caught or gently used—and shivers deeply into the heavy layers of his cloaks.

“I will give you the zabrak,” says the human man who owns the zabrak, finally. Mercifully, he does not appraise his assets again. He rummages around in a suitcase for seconds that feel too long and pulls out a small datapad and two remotes. Proffering the switched-on pad, he says, face still distant, “This contains a list of his past owners, and a buyer’s contract, which I have presently called up. Please read carefully and then sign—”

“You see that I have signed,” Maul says. Then, in case it’ll help, he parrots phrases he’s heard other slave buyers use. “You know I have paid in full. Take my business card. Everything’s in order. Congratulations on a great first quarter at the stock exchange. How is your wife? Have you tried the salmon sliders? Pleasure doing business with you.”

“I see that you have signed,” the slaver replies. “I know you have paid in full. I take your business card. Everything is… in order?” He blinks. “Yes, it is. His name is Savage, by the way.” He pats the zabrak’s slack face and smirks, as if he just made a funny joke and wants Maul to join in, but Maul doesn’t understand. It’s a good name.

Savage. That’s not a name like the ones the people who owned the ships had. It’s better. It’s like the names Maul gives his droids. It’s like Maul’s name.

The force led Maul to this zabrak.

And Maul shall free him.

“Don’t lose these remotes,” the slaver adds. “This one contains a proximity sensor. The safe radius for your slave is one hundred meters. The datapad will let you change the settings as needed, though. To protect your investment, we have placed four explosive charges within your zabrak, set to go off at staggered distances. The first one will slow him down if he runs. It will not mar the looks. Merely very painful. The replacement charge only costs a few thousand credits, so if you want to test it… The next one will tear off a leg, although to prevent bleed-out we have placed blood-clotting agents inside. The slaves we sell are well-trained, so this is merely a—”

“Shut up,” Maul whimpers. Mumbles. Begs, and the faithful vocoder turns it into an order.

“I will shut up.”

Maul stuffs the datapad and the horrible remotes into his satchel, and then he tries to find something to say that will sound completely normal to the slavers who are watching them curiously, while also saying to the zabrak, don’t worry and I am totally prepared for this it wasn’t an accident and I didn’t know I wasn’t alone in the whole universe and, hoarse-voiced and small,please like me. That will say, join me, apprentice. That will impress the full glory of the promise of the Sith. He fails. What comes out is, “Hello. I am Darth Maul. We will leave now.”

The zabrak doesn’t move.

That’s… not good. Maybe he’s deaf. He is old, after all—he is so tall—and Maul’s read that old people lose their hearing and that sounds plausible even if his Master shows no sign of it at all. Maybe the zabrak does hate Maul. Maybe he’s paralyzed with fear. Maybe he’s just taking a chance on petty disobedience again, the way Maul learned long ago accomplishes nothing but pain. It’s not unreasonable to suspect that the zabrak doesn’t know that yet though. He doesn’t have a teacher like Lord Sidious, after all. He won’t be able to control or harness his panic.

In any case, the why doesn’t matter as much as the ways to work around it. The zabrak is safe now. He’ll get away from here. Maul will take him away, needs to drag him out, and they really need to get going now.

The people who weren’t mind-tricked are approaching curiously. They are building an impenetrable circle.

Maul walks up to the zabrak—to his new friend, his future apprentice, to his dream, not-dream, angry and shuddering and real. To Savage. He’s even more massive up close, Maul’s head at the same height as the elbows, and Maul reaches up to take his hand. It dwarfs Maul’s own so much he can only get a good strong grip on two fingers. He imagines, though he can’t really feel it through his gloves, that they are very warm and soft. The small startled jerk, though, he feels even through leather, and he rubs his thumb against the index finger in what he hopes is a gentle, reassuring way.

Savage is very tall and old, but it’s probably at least slightly understandable, maybe, that he is scared. He will learn better, once he knows of the path of the Sith. To be honest—and it hurts, to admit to his failure even in the confines of his own head—to be honest, Maul might be scared too, if he was made to stand around and be looked at and touched like a thing, with bombs put inside his body. Not allowed to fight. No honor or death or glory. Maul doesn’t have bombs in him and he is a Sith apprentice, is much more powerful than all these slavers, and still, he is very, very nervous.

I am Darth Maul, Maul reminds himself, and then he notices he’s forgotten again. Not his title yet. I will be Darth Maul. I’m not afraid. I am fear. Lord Sidious himself chose Maul to succeed Him, to aid in bringing down the entire Order of the Jedi, and this dressed-up gaggle of slavers is nothing. They don’t even have the force guiding them. Maul is so much better than them. He has been training, alone, for so many years.

He will be strong now. He will prove his worth as an apprentice. He will concentrate. He is Sith.

The slavers won’t touch him. He will get out alive.

He will get himself, and Savage, and the padawan too out of here alive.

Alive.

He repeats it with every shaking breath, with every tremble of his hand: alive, alive, alive. They’ll make it. He is strong. Master wouldn’t have sent Maul if He hadn’t known that—

Master. They won’t survive.Maul shudders. Alive? They’ll live for a few weeks, if they’re lucky. A day and twenty hours is realistic. That’s how long the journey to Mustafar takes. That’s all they have.

They’ll live, until Master sees.

This was a mistake. Maul was distracted by the emotions floating in the force, he let himself be distracted—he wanted it—and he made a terrible mistake. This was a test. One of Master’s tricks. The yellow zabrak was a test, and Maul chose wrong, and it’s too late to stop now.

Maul used the force—he risked discovery, he disobeyed—and it won’t matter now whether he brings the zabrak with him or not. He can’t do anything to hide his failure. Not even killing—no—not even killing the zabrak will hide Maul’s actions. Master knows everything. Sometimes it feels like he is in Maul’s head, which he can’t be, because Maul still has dreams and Maul still lives, but it doesn’t matter. Maul will tell Him. One way or the other, Maul will tell Him. Master might only punish Maul, because Maul’s succeeded in finding the padawan after all. Maybe. Hopefully.

But Savage… Savage is superfluous. Master already has an apprentice. He already owns Maul.

Master will be so angry.

Thinking won’t help, Maul knows that. He’s never found any way to think his way out of punishment. Master is too wise. Maul’s already disobeyed. He was stupid and rash and he failed. Once, twice… it doesn’t matter. The lightning will bite the same. He will be punished. Savage will die. (Maul will be alone again.) Or Maul will, Maul who disobeyed and brought his Master another force-sensitive zabrak, another possible apprentice, one who is old and tall and hates and is probably much better than Maul. There is no way out. There is no way but forward. No way but Mustafar.

“We need to go. Please,” Maul whispers.

Finally, Savage allows himself to be tugged towards the exit.

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Eldra puts one foot before the other, but that’s all she is capable of still. Walking. Looking calm. Biting her lip to keep from crying. Following the short black-cloaked being who bought her, and the zabrak they bought too. Shivering self-disgust for the way she clung to them, before; the way she hoped it might be all-right. The walls fall away, and soon the slaver palace is out of sight. No consolation. Nothing is, anymore. Not since the title the slaver revealed, talking to the zabrak with incongruous tenderness. The title that confirmed what she knew the moment of the mind trick. Nothing since the slaver had touched the force.

There is nothing left in her but movement and terror.

“You will give me the zabrak,” Eldra’s slaver had ordered, throwing off all shielding, and in the force she had felt, faintly and distant but unmistakable: corruption. Sickness.

Sith.

#darth maul #savage opress #savage oppress #eldra kaitis #dimtraces makes things #hell is just a beat away

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I had planned to do a different set for this week for STAR WARS recs and I wanted to give myself a chance to build up a few more fic recs before posting again. But then this week had some amazing fic and I couldn’t pass them by because they were so incredibly good and I had to flail immediately. ✦ Split the Night by Zinga763, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & maul & some anakin/padme, 7.8k wip   Darth Maul knows exactly how to break Kenobi. In which Maul targets someone other than Satine, and it changes Obi-Wan and Anakin’s lives, along with the galaxy’s. ✦ untitled Supreme Chancellor!Obi-Wan fic by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & yoda & palpatine & cast, 4.2k   So here we go, updates about the Inhibitor Chips, more about what Palpatine does and does not know, Obi-Wan being Tired™ and needing a damn nap, and Anakin and Ahsoka having a good time and discussing the Order as it is and once were. Enjoy! ✦ Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, dark themes, pay attention to the warnings!, 38.6k   The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky. ✦ Stoking the Hearth by ilyena_sylph, Merfilly, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 8.4k   Finally, all three of them have time and the ability to get away and share one another. ✦ Tired Soldiers by LibraryMage, obi-wan & ahsoka, 1.4k   After leaving Malachor, Ahsoka goes to Tatooine to find Obi-Wan. ✦ Caleb the Fool by ambiguously, kanan & ahsoka & luke & leia & hera & depa & cast, 37.6k   Fourteen years have passed since Anakin Skywalker killed Chancellor Palpatine then fled into sanctuary with his wife. Now the Skywalker twins have come before the Jedi High Council to request training in their powers. This is only the beginning of Caleb’s problems. ✦ Abduction by Mishael, thrawn & eli, 26k   After the battle of Atollon, just as Thrawn is mourning the absence of a trusted companion, an unexpected opportunity presents itself. But that’s not the only unexpected thing he will have to face. ✦ Patience, Anakin by Icse, obi-wan/anakin, d/s, assassin’s creed fusion, ~1k   Anakin wants attention and for once he chooses to do it the right way. SW/AC crossover, but you don’t need to know the AC universe. ✦ untitled by glare-gryphon, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, sugar daddy au, 1.3k   Anonymous asked: No no no. By all means. Write a sugar daddy! Obi one shot. With sugar baby!ani I’m assuming? Oh dude. Definitely do it ✦ No Regrets by Icsek, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 1.4k   Prompt: Give me the au where Padme and Obi-Wan are planning on getting rid of Palpatine but Anakin beats them to it first and everything is okay and nothing hurts and Anakin gets to be happy. ✦ Failures of Rhetoric by Mithrigil, obi-wan/satine, nsfw, 3.2k wip   Diplomacy is an art that requires years of refinement. Satine doesn’t appreciate Ben’s many failures. Or, five times Obi-Wan Kenobi should’ve kept his trap shut. And once he should have said something, anything, anything at all. ✦ untitled by delicatefury, obi-wan & anakin & satine, ~1   She takes a moment to look at the blue projection of a waiting Jedi padawan before entering her private comm room. ✦ To Find I’m Not Alone + Wrestling the Angels and the Devils in my Head by MorganEilish, obi-wan/padme & luke & leia, 6k   Padme survived Anakin’s betrayal, faked her death, and fled to the distant corners of the galaxy with Obi Wan to raise her children. ✦ Pillow Fight by Liana-chan, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k   ObiWan is tired. And all he wants to do is go to bed. But something is wrong. Terribly wrong… full details + recs under the cut!

✦ Split the Night by Zinga763, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & maul & some anakin/padme, 7.8k wip   Darth Maul knows exactly how to break Kenobi. In which Maul targets someone other than Satine, and it changes Obi-Wan and Anakin’s lives, along with the galaxy’s.   Chapters 3-4: I continue to metaphorically shove this fic in my face every chance I get because, yessssss, this is what I am here for! The promise of Maul taking Anakin instead of Satine, the effect that will have on Obi-Wan and the relationship between them, that definitely keeps me eagerly reading this one, but also that I’m enjoying the angst that comes along with the ride before that–that Anakin is so angry and closed off, that he’s distant and won’t open up, that Obi-Wan is trying, just wants him to be happy, but doesn’t know how to reach him, that their relationship is so complicated and difficult, even when they care so much about each other. Chapter 4 has a really great conversation between them where you see that they’re both trying, that this isn’t something either of them want, that on some level they do want to fix it, but it’s hard for both of them, and it just makes me love them both so very much all over again. And then the end of that chapter is where shit has hit the fan and it’s genuinely creepy, ahhhh, I am so ready for more of this, SO READY. Especially because the characterization has been really lovely so far and I can feel how much they both care, how much everyone cares, and that gives me a warm feeling, even as I am ready to lose my mind over the suspense! XD ✦ untitled Supreme Chancellor!Obi-Wan fic by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & yoda & palpatine & cast, 4.2k   So here we go, updates about the Inhibitor Chips, more about what Palpatine does and does not know, Obi-Wan being Tired™ and needing a damn nap, and Anakin and Ahsoka having a good time and discussing the Order as it is and once were. Enjoy!   This is part of a larger universe of Obi-Wan accidentally becoming Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, but you can read it on its own, you have context enough just from that, if you wish! And, oh, this fic was so gorgeous and heart-warming and well-written and beautifully characterized, it’s spot on to each one of these characters, and so incredibly engaging. This entire fic series has been wonderful, it’s one of the best things in fandom, to see circumstances not piling up against our heroes, to see them have better options and how they grab onto them with both hands, and this fic shows how this world is easing towards something better, how it feels better just in the air around them, in a way that is so spot on to canon. But it’s more than that, too, it’s just plain entertaining, it has great bits of worldbuilding from canon and then expanding on those in delightful and hilarious ways–I literally had to put my reader down to laugh for a minute about Anakin’s first mission, just picturing the imagery there has me grinning all over again.   It’s a great example of how much I love Anakin and Ahsoka sitting around with the clones, trying to explain the Jedi and their ways, and it’s this really joyful scene that made me fizzy with delight, but also HILARIOUS. Or getting a chance to see Obi-Wan working himself so hard, but also stepping back to get some sleep, which is building on pieces that have come before, that the Force feels not quite clear enough to guide them again yet, but a little better, enough that even when something immense is looming on every sense he has, he has the support to take a break, to find the peace of mind for it, and that’s so much better, because they have breathing room now. And, of course, Sidious’ pov is always a delight because he’s such a great menacing villain and his hatred for Obi-Wan Kenobi is always a joy because he just hates him sooooo muuuuuuch. Everything about this was wonderful and I encourage the reading of the whole thing, but also you can start here just to have a fun, hopeful fic that made me happy, even when I know shit’s about to go down soon. ✦ Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, dark themes, pay attention to the warnings!, 38.6k   The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky.   Chapter 9: This is an update rec and will focus on this chapter, rather than the fic as a whole. So, this was the final chapter for this fic and it’s just as sad as I expected, it was exactly what was coming the entire time, and yet I thought I was prepared. But between letting go of this particularly story and the actual events of it, yeah, okay, I was definitely crying by the end. But I wouldn’t have had the story end any other way than what it did, after the previous chapters had the resurfacing memories the way they did, there was never any other way this could have gone, not really, and given that it was a satisfying ending, that it went out as it was the entire way–a story about how broken these characters wound up being, that they loved each other so much and that allowed them to survive, that there was so little beyond that bond that could reach them anymore. But Ahsoka was there and they remembered her and it was so satisfying for that. But also that, ultimately, this was a chapter about Obi-Wan and Anakin and this awful thing that had happened to them and the swirls of beauty that they’d made of it. It was about these characters resurfacing again, not just the good but all the bad that Sen and Koh had done as well, that they could find the strength to rise above it one more time.   The balance between saving Ahsoka and what they had to do for themselves, between their fury at the world around them and the clones trying to attack them and the good they struggled to find in themselves, the balance between fear and peace, all of it was just exactly what I hoped for from this final chapter. That it touched me as a fan of these characters, their relationship, and this author’s work. It was a satisfying ending in that it went exactly how it had to go, even if it was sad and brought tears to my eyes, it was beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time, that there was peace and hope even amongst all the tragedy of what had happened to the two of them. And, oh, if I hadn’t been there before it, the epilogue absolutely would have brought tears to me as well (and it did), because the galaxy keeps moving forward. And, for all that this was a horrible situation for them, the fic does such a gorgeous, gorgeous job of how they were together in this, that it saved them from something that would have been worse, in a different way, that it’s not entirely awful (the clothes gave me so much hope, that warm touch of comfort that I needed not to be an emotional wreck!). The ending was beautiful and bittersweet and hopeful and sad and absolutely everything it needed to be. Such a lovely experience of a fic! ✦ Stoking the Hearth by ilyena_sylph, Merfilly, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 8.4k   Finally, all three of them have time and the ability to get away and share one another.   Holy hell, this fic was amazing for me, it absolutely ruined me for the night and was beautifully written and practically could have been targetted to my exact wants and desires. It’s definitely a happy fic, it’s pwp but with really beautiful characterization that is just dead on to what I’m looking for from this fandom and all of it was really, really ridiculously hot. But it’s also that it balanced the dynamics of these three characters, that it’s somewhere between Obikin&Anidala and Obianidala, that when Obi-Wan and Padme interaction, there’s a spark of real appreciation for each other there, but it’s also largely about Anakin, that they’re both so in love with him. When Padme and Obi-Wan work together, it’s about Anakin. When Padme is riding his face and turns back to watch Obi-Wan gently opening Anakin up with his fingers, then pushing into him, she loves the way he wants Anakin, the way he turns his full attention on her husband and lifts his hips to a better angle to fuck him properly, and she enjoys that, too. It’s just the right blend of how these characters interact, that Anakin is the center of them, even as they lightly touch and connect with each other. But, oh, the sex, when it starts with laying Anakin out on the bed, how he is pinned down by their weight and they take care of him, that it combines with Padme on his face while Obi-Wan is inside him, that it’s just this side of sub-space and he’s so happy and content there, that he loves them taking pleasure from him, he loves being so full he could burst, that he can feel how much they enjoy fucking him, that’s it, that’s what I want a thousand times, especially when it’s as ridiculously beautiful and hot as this one was. I read the whole thing practically tripping over myself to get to the next page, because I loved how affectionate and warm and loving this was in the way they touched Anakin and cared for him, the way he could settle because they were paying attention to him in the best way, because he was wholly and completely theirs. This is definitely getting a reread at some point in the future, just because it made my heart and id so happy. ✦ Tired Soldiers by LibraryMage, obi-wan & ahsoka, 1.4k   After leaving Malachor, Ahsoka goes to Tatooine to find Obi-Wan.   This was a short but very lovely look at two people who have been through so much, who are two of the few people left who really know what these losses mean, yet there’s something of hope and comfort here between them. Both in that they’ve found each other again and that there’s hope for the future, that their grief can be shared and lightened for the help. It’s simple but carries such weight, it’s so kind between them, as there’s so little of that left in their lives, and I loved it a lot. ✦ Caleb the Fool by ambiguously, kanan & ahsoka & luke & leia & hera & depa & cast, 37.6k   Fourteen years have passed since Anakin Skywalker killed Chancellor Palpatine then fled into sanctuary with his wife. Now the Skywalker twins have come before the Jedi High Council to request training in their powers. This is only the beginning of Caleb’s problems.   I have a brief caveat in that the ending of the fic is complicated, that it’s one that took me a bit of time to sit with to feel the resolution of it, but the longer I did so, the more I thought that it couldn’t have ended any other way, and so I would advise against going into this fic with expecations, even once you start reading. I realize that’s vague and potentially unhelpful, but without getting into spoilers, that’s the best I can do! And my caveat is not meant to turn readers away, but to put them in the right headspace, because I really, really enjoyed this fic a lot, it was a fascinating look at a universe that went differently for the Jedi and where that path led them. That the Republic survived, the Jedi retreated due to mistrust from the public, and suddenly the twins of the recently dead Anakin Skywalker show up on the Jedi’s doorstep to learn. This tumbles Knight Caleb Dume into a situation that he’d never expected, to be asked to train Leia Skywalker, and then where shit starts hitting the fan from there. It’s a very engaging story about a plot that’s simmering in the background until it explodes on the reader (more than once), that it’s all about Caleb feeling out of his depth, but being exactly the right person for this story anyway. I love the use of the characters and the different paths their lives took here, that there’s a reason for everything that’s happening that you won’t understand until later, and I thought the build-up to that plot and those reveals was very nicely done.   I would have read this fic just for the plot, just for Caleb teaching Leia while Ahsoka teaches Luke, because those elements were a lot of fun! But it’s the characters that are the other half of the heart and soul of this fic, that Leia is so Leia in her interaction with Caleb, that this is absolutely a Kanan I can recognize, even as he’s on a vastly different path in life, that he’s still somehow the guy I remember from Rebels. There’s really great Kanan/Hera interaction, that they manage to gravitate towards each other without overtaking the story, it’s exactly the right balance and true to the spirit of their relationship, too. The fic achieved exactly what it set out to do and, boy, was I reading in a hurry for the entire last quarter of this fic because I couldn’t stop turning the page! It’s a great fic for if you’d like a divergent timeline or AU scenario, but also it’s a great fic if you like these characters, especially if you wanted to see Caleb as a full Jedi. Or if you just want a cool little plotful story to read! ✦ Abduction by Mishael, thrawn & eli, 26k   After the battle of Atollon, just as Thrawn is mourning the absence of a trusted companion, an unexpected opportunity presents itself. But that’s not the only unexpected thing he will have to face.   This is a WIP, but it only has one or so chapter left to go, and most of the resolution has already happened, so I’m choosing not to mark it as a WIP here and I would recommend it to those who are gunshy about them usually! And, oh, I really enjoyed this one a lot! It’s a solid plot story, about a mystery that Eli and Thrawn find themselves wrapped up in, complete with a mysterious alien threat and lots of excellent character whump! And the fic really strides the line between friendship and maybe something more with the characters, that you could read it either way if you wanted, and that it goes hand in hand with the plot being told here. It’s one of those that’s just an incredibly solid read, it devotes the right amount of attention to the worldbuilding it’s doing and the right amount of attention to the characters’ reactions to each other, and does a really good job with both aspects! I had no trouble seeing the characters from the book or the setting of Star Wars and it was just really nice to read an adventure fic combined with whump fic! Definitely a good read if you’re interested in Thrawn fic, all the more so given how rare it can be to find fic that captures him well. ✦ Patience, Anakin by Icse, obi-wan/anakin, d/s, assassin’s creed fusion, ~1k   Anakin wants attention and for once he chooses to do it the right way. SW/AC crossover, but you don’t need to know the AC universe.   This is a short fic and one of those that hit me right in the iddy wants, where Anakin wants attention and is fidgety about it and restless and his head is full of whirling thoughts, so he kneels and waits for Obi-Wan’s attention, lets everything else slide out of him and a quiet steal over him, that it’s peaceful like that. And I enjoyed it for that, I would read so many fics just exactly like this one for that moment where Anakin Skywalker finds quiet. ✦ untitled by glare-gryphon, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, sugar daddy au, 1.3k   Anonymous asked: No no no. By all means. Write a sugar daddy! Obi one shot. With sugar baby!ani I’m assuming? Oh dude. Definitely do it   I did not know how much I apparently needed this AU until I had it, because it’s so much fun and it’s surprisingly almost sweet and soft, because it hits on that element of how Anakin has always wanted someone to follow, to guide him, to take care of him. And it’s really kind of hot, that there doesn’t even have to be anything explicit, it’s suggestive at most and it’s more about the initial attraction, how brilliant and shining Anakin is, how attractive he is, not just physically, but that I felt that sort of pull to him, that pull between both of them, as Ben has this incredible solidity and presence and desire to grab hold of this shining star and take care of him. It’s one of those that hits on a lot of feelings I have about Obi-Wan’s care for Anakin and then dresses it up in a hot AU that hits my id just right. ✦ No Regrets by Icsek, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 1.4k   Prompt: Give me the au where Padme and Obi-Wan are planning on getting rid of Palpatine but Anakin beats them to it first and everything is okay and nothing hurts and Anakin gets to be happy.   [Or you can read on tumblr!] Oh, this was just such a happy place for me when I read this, that it’s not a sugary happy everything is perfect AU, but instead a softer, kinder universe where things go right for these characters, where Anakin Skywalker is still the mess he’s always going to be, he’s terrified and reactionary and emotionally unstable, but Obi-Wan and Padme love him and he’s better at accepting that love, and everything is just really kind on my fannish heart. It was warm and good and just the right amount of sweet for me, it hit my “FIX EVERYTHING AND LET ANAKIN SKYWALKER REALIZE HE’S LOVED (even though he’s kind of a dip sometimes, but in the most adorable way)” button straight on. I enjoyed it really so much for that! ✦ Failures of Rhetoric by Mithrigil, obi-wan/satine, nsfw, 3.2k wip   Diplomacy is an art that requires years of refinement. Satine doesn’t appreciate Ben’s many failures. Or, five times Obi-Wan Kenobi should’ve kept his trap shut. And once he should have said something, anything, anything at all.   Chapter 3: This is an update rec and will focus on this chapter, rather than the fic as a whole–though, as each chapter is a stand-alone in a series, you can read this the usual amount of lack of spoilers. Oh, I really am enjoying this fic, I love how many sharp edges there are between these two, that it feels so spot on to who they are, that there’s such attraction and pull between them, how much they care about each other and yet how they clash against each other, too. It’s an extension of their relationship in the show, that I see what draws them to each other, yet also what pushes them apart from each other. And, oh, the way they crashed together, the way there’s such understated but there passion, the way Obi-Wan kisses her like a storm, the way he fucks her up against the wall, the way she is so sharp and complicated, they’re both such intense people, and it’s beautifully written. This is the Obi-Wan/Satine fic of my heart, this is what I’ve been waiting for. ✦ untitled by delicatefury, obi-wan & anakin & satine, ~1   She takes a moment to look at the blue projection of a waiting Jedi padawan before entering her private comm room.   This is a follow-up to the Hello Again verse (here and here), which should probably be read first, but either way, this was a short but lovely look at Satine’s pov when Obi-Wan calls her with some important news. It’s about the fun dynamic between them, how they have these sharp edges along this such deep affection and care, how they banter and how they have these soft moments, all of which fit them very nicely here! But it’s also about something so incredibly important that Obi-Wan wants to share with her and, oh, my fannish heart. ✦ To Find I’m Not Alone + Wrestling the Angels and the Devils in my Head by MorganEilish, obi-wan/padme & luke & leia, 6k   Padme survived Anakin’s betrayal, faked her death, and fled to the distant corners of the galaxy with Obi Wan to raise her children.   Rec #1: I read these two fics together last night and they’re a little more Obi-Wan/Padme-centric than I usually go for, but there’s enough of Anakin’s ghost between them that I can see this, and it’s just nice to read something where they have a long, slow heal together. It’s one of those fics for when you want Obi-Wan and Padme running off together, away from the fight against the Empire, because there’s nothing left in them, only enough to raise and love the two new little lives they’re protecting. The story is told in monologue form much of the time, but it does well with cramming a bunch of really engaging, interesting details into the story, the little moments of them learning to live again instead of just survive, that the twins are growing up and the life they’re all settling into, the little things they discuss about what to do or not do next. There’s an ache throughout the whole thing in exactly the way it should be and it’s a lovely set of fics for this pairing post-ROTS and how much they’ve both lost and are slowly gaining back.   Rec #2: I’ve only read the first two fics of this series, so this rec will be based on them, but I believe it’ll hold true for the greater series. This is definitely a series where you’re reading for the ship, because Obi-Wan and Padme run off together, they flee from the Empire and fighting back against it, as well as they’re entirely wrapped up in each others’ characterization, but I’m not saying that as a nitpick, instead that that’s the headspace that works best for this story, one where you go in wanting them to find something good together again. The fic is solidly written and the highlight is in how many little details are packed into the story, even as it’s told in a sort of montage/bird’s-eye-view style, moments across the years they spend in isolation together, just them and the children. The fic has a strong sense of them building something together here, the little touches of what they do on this remote planet and the little scenes between them and how they inch ever closer to each other. The fic also does well with how this isn’t a happy universe, even if they’re finding something of that together, but instead it’s very underlying sadness permeates everything kind of fic, that slowly dissipates–but it’s very slow, just as it would be. It does well with how these are both traumatized people and that that’s something they’ll never entirely, fully, wholly come back from. ✦ Pillow Fight by Liana-chan, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k   ObiWan is tired. And all he wants to do is go to bed. But something is wrong. Terribly wrong…   This is short and super fluffy, it’s basically Anakin stealing Obi-Wan’s pillow, who goes to get it back, and of course they end up tangled in a heap and Anakin curling up against Obi-Wan to use him as pillow instead. It’s one of those that I read while having so many other angstier fics also on my plate and made me feel that much more soothed, because it’s entirely soft and happy and adorable and fluffy, just as I wanted.

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