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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Okay so you know how one of my big things with fandom is forcing characters into completely new contexts that they just have to Deal With (recently most commonly with time travel, crossovers, and things like the suddenly omegaverse AU).

So, canon characters get Yanked and somehow tossed into a Modern AU context, possibly just as some Matrix-esque 'your brain is trapped in a simulation' thing, possibly as a Sith Holocron thing, possibly as a weird crossover, it doesn't matter. The point is mostly this:

1. Nobody has the Force. 2. Ahsoka is suddenly human, and she hates it.

This is mostly an excuse for Ahsoka to be overwhelmed by some things (her sense of taste is completely different) and underwhelmed by others (this is your eyesight???) and panicked by others (her sense of echolocation is completely GONE), and then Anakin calming her down by Brushing Her Hair, something she's never had before.

Ahsoka has a meltdown and Anakin, who is also very panicked because the Force is just gone for him, is doing his best to keep her somewhat level and ANYWAY Anakin knows how to do cool, solid, safe braids because Padme taught him how to do her wig-secure crown braids, so when Ahsoka's being overwhelmed by the sensory hell of her new hair touching her shoulders, Anakin brushes it out and braids it up for her while Obi-Wan tries to find them a way out, and Rex and Cody help him notice things like "we can't read this alphabet for shit" and "that's not a speeder... is it..."

The clones are Itchy without their armor in an unfamiliar space. The Jedi keep tripping on sidewalk cracks and stuff because they're not used to needing to look where they're going. Also they don't have their sabers or blasters.

Ahsoka tucked into Anakin's side in a coffee shop that they somehow managed to Exchange Currency at... sipping on something sweet and complicated-flavor that she doesn't recognize and is very confused by because none of these tastes are familiar... a barista asks if she's okay and Anakin has to stutter over "my padawan" in favor of "my sister" because it's kind of safer but anyway could they get a cup of ice water for the kid?

The clones get asked if they're from New Zealand or Australia because of the accents and just Blank Stare until the person leaves in discomfort like "Was it something I said? Maybe they think I should be able to tell the difference?" but no they just don't fucking know what New Zealand and Australia are.

Imagine if she couldn’t really taste sweetness before. She finally understands the appeal of candy!

Ahsoka doesn't like 'being' human but she decides she likes the Expanded Taste Range (now she understands WHY people add spices) and having her hair played with (she's maybe a little jealous of people like Padme now).

Several of the Jedi keep forgetting they can’t jump 20 feet high anymore and keep slamming into fences. One of them tries to jump off something and is tackled by a clone. The clones keep forgetting they can’t jump off things and get caught anymore.

“Normal humans die when they do that!”

The clones don't register as clones to anyone, just Young Hot Guys With Nice Muscles, so Cody and Rex get hit on by strangers more in the Modern AU adventure than in the rest of their lives put together.

They register as twins though. And some people are maybe into that specifically. Strangely, in this context, being genetically identical is more attractive.

The only person in this group that knows how to recognize flirtation and how to flirt back is Obi-Wan.

Someone sees a Marvel movie playing a TV store and just drags the other four over because IS THAT MASTER WINDU WITH AN EYEPATCH. Or alternately IS THAT AN OLDER SENATOR AMIDALA IN BORING CLOTHES.

Per @atagotiak on discord

Hey, it could be worse, it could be literally almost anything else Ewan McGregor is in. I enjoy the other movies I’ve seen him in (though I haven’t seen a lot) it’s just every last one would be jarring as heck to them.

Birds of prey “Wow Obi-Wan, you’re a dick”

It's just Moulin Rouge's steamy scenes and Obi-Wan is like [head tilt] is... is that supposed to be me????

(I'm going to say that none of the Star Wars movies exist in this modern AU, but only because that would get too complicated.)

Ahsoka gets yelled at by Someone (a store employee, a cop, a random douchebag on the street), and Obi-Wan steps in because he's closest and also the person most invested in making sure she doesn't start throwing punches.

Person: Sorry man, didn't mean to scare your, uh, daughter. Obi-Wan's face: [is doing complicated things]

(Being Ahsoka’s dad is probably less weird than being Anakin’s dad. Just agewise and all that.)

Obi-Wan objectively recognizes that this is a reasonable assumption and also a safe one to work with, in that explaining their actual relationship might be sketchy depending on whether or not apprenticeships are a thing on this planet, and going with a person's first not-terrible assumption is usually a safe bet to not draw too much attention!

But 'parent' is a bit of a loaded concept for a lineage so prone to attachment (and tragedy).

Ahsoka finds herself getting inexplicably tired a few hours into a walk that would normally leave her fine, and since Anakin and Obi-Wan are also having trouble, it's apparently not a humans thing, it's... not having the Force. They’re still pretty strong and have good endurance but they’re not superhuman anymore so.

Adding in that Ahsoka's a young teenager who has no idea what she can eat that she can actually stand the taste of yet, so she keeps getting sugar crashes since it's the only thing she can reliably stomach...

#Disaster Lineage #Snips and Skyguy #Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Obi Wan Kenobi #Captain Rex #Commander Cody #star wars #the clone wars #modern au #kinda #phoenix posts

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fireflyfish · 4 years

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Just found SCARverse and it's so well written and nice! I'm in love with it, seriously! I wanted to ask, Anakin is the only Jedi that "hears" Obi-wan? If other Jedi went to Kenobi they would see/feel something? If someone with psychometric powers like Cal Kestis went there, what would happen?

Why hello! Welcome to my humble abode! Where the angst is fresh and there is lots of screaming going on about Echo that mostly involves “NOOOO!” and “HE’S FINE DAMNIT. NOTHING HAPPENED TO ECHO. OR FIVES. OR HARDCASE OR TUP OR HEVY OR ANYBODY. EVERYONE IS FINE.”

*pant pant* Where was I?

Oh! SCARverse! Anakin Skywalker’s No Good Very Bad and Absolutely Horrible Adventures Into Adulthood and Traumatic Authority. Stop cackling Lily. You know it’s true. And thank you so very much for your kind words. I’m happy to know people are still enjoying that terribly sad little world! ^____^

Is Anakin the only person who hears The General? Nobody calls the ghost of the Kenobi Obi-Wan on orders from High General Tano and Commander Rex. Because they’d like to keep Anakin relatively emotionally stable.

While The General seems to like Ahsoka, she has struggled to hear it. In The Haunted Flagship, it’s the CT-3311, or Steady, who heard what he thinks is the ghost of the ship. Ahsoka’s never been able to make contact with The General by herself, whether that’s because she had a weaker connection to Obi-Wan than Anakin or because she simply doesn’t need the ghost’s help is something we don’t know.

Other Force sensitives feel a presence on the Kenobi No. Not The Presence. The Presence is busy being a back seat driver in Tano and Kenobi. but none of them could say for sure whether or not it’s Obi-Wan’s presence trying to reach out from beyond the netherworld of the Force. Remember, it is Anakin Skywalker’s flagship and he is hella powerful. More skeptical Jedi simply believe it’s just the will of the Living Force and not necessarily the spirit of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Plo Koon believes that ultimately, whatever experiences people are having on the Kenobi they are benevolent ones and since they are not actively hurting anyone maybe they should leave well enough alone.

The enlisted men, the clones, natural-born troopers (natchers in the story), and to a few particularly suspicious civilians, the ship is clearly Haunted and they love their ghost General and are very thankful for his random acts of benevolence. They will buy him all the bad tea he wants if he keeps them in one piece and victorious.

If someone with psychometric powers like Cal Kestis went there, what would happen?

I haven’t played Fallen Order (that’s what it’s called right?) and I’m not super familiar with psychometry works but based on my limited knowledge, Cal touches things and can see what happened near them right? Like if he touched the pilot seat in the Millenium falcon he might have a vision Han shooting Darth Vader right before Luke blew the Death Star sky high right?

Let me consult Wookiepedia.

Hold on. Let me set a timer first so I will actually come back in a decent amount of time.

I’m back! I made it out alive! Ahaahahahaha! And why does everybody keep looking for that damn holocron with the list of all the Force Sensitive children in the galaxy?? This is the THIRD DAMN TIME Anakin has had to track that stupid holocron down! Why don’t they just attach a Tile keychain to it and be done with it? Is there a “Find My Missing List of Potential Baby Jedis” app? You should get on that Vaderkin.

Ah right! So... if Cal were to visit the Kenobi he would be able to sense the emotions and memories of the people serving on the ship. He would probably get a whole blast of Anakin’s memories because Anakin doesn’t like leaving his ship. He doesn’t like going back to Coruscant. There’d be some of the sensations of other Force sensitives who have visited the ship like Ahsoka, Plo Koon, Aayla Secura, etc but since the ship wasn’t made until after Obi-Wan was lost there aren’t any Obi-Wan related emotions, sights or sounds for Cal to tap into.

I mean, unless The General feels the need to introduce himself.

For what it’s worth, when Caleb Dume joins the cast, he will have a hard time connecting with the General as well and he’s very invested in the spirit of Obi-Wan Kenobi approving of his work as Anakin’s aide de camp.

Thank you so much for reading and dropping me a line! It was a lovely thing to see this morning and I’m so happy you enjoyed SCARverse. Have a great week my friend!

#SCARverse #Ask Auntie Fishy #ECHO IS FINE DAMNIT #HE'S FINE #clone wars season 7

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ryder-s-block · 5 years

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 14)

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Chapter Fourteen: Bane

“Dropping out of hyperspace,” Apex announced in the cockpit, my feet up on the dash. I was cleaning my blasters methodically, knowing them inside and out. As the stars stopped speeding by and my ship slowed, I was shocked at the scene before me. My blasters flew to the ground as I gripped my joysticks and yanked them upwards to avoid fire.

A single Republic Star Destroyer was engaging with a small fleet of Separatist ships, my own vessel having emerged right between them.

“Kriff!” I yelled to the empty cockpit as I maneuvered between the blaster fire, my wings practically scraping the edge of the Separatist frigate I dodged. With a fast slap of my hand, my communications opened to the Republic ship. “Opening up the doors would be mighty polite,” I called into the open channel.

“Securing the link now,” Apex spoke smoothly as he worked his magic.

“Kida.” I recognized Skywalker’s voice through the comm. “Nice of you to drop in.”

I grinned, despite having to dodge another stream of blasts. “Well, you know,” I grunted as I yanked the joysticks again. “My invitation got delayed on the HoloNet.” The jedi chuckled, which I found rather fascinating. I’d heard about Skywalker’s skill in battle, but never actually seen it. I’d lie if I said that the performance of his ship was anything less than impressive. Not to mention that he managed to joke easily--clearly free of any stress--as he faced down a fleet.

“General,” another voice chimed in, sounding further from the comm. “We’re receiving an urgent transmission from the planet.”

“I’ll be right there. Kida,” Skywalker spoke to me now. “The doors will be open. Come to the bridge when you get in.”

“Aye aye,” I said, cutting of the comms and focusing on getting out of the firing line and onto the ship. As I raised above the Destroyer, I saw the bay doors opening, as Skywalker had promised. Behind me, another Separatist ship broke apart under fire.

Dozens of clone eyes were cast my way as I landed my dark green shuttle and sauntered out. “Apex,” I said under my breath to the comm in my ear. “Shut it down.”

“Yes miss.” The access ramp lifted immediately as I stepped off it, my shuttle locking down entirely. It wasn’t that I thought anyone would take anything. It was more that I knew both Jango and Boba. They were curious souls. And so were the clones.

“Miss Kida,” a clone in 501st blue greeted, giving me a salute.

“Kida’s fine,” I responded. “I’m assuming you’re bringing me to the bridge?” He nodded in return, leading me through the varying hallways until I entered through a large door.

“Kida,” Skywalker greeted.

“Skywalker. So what’s your news on Bane?”

“He’s captured Master Ropal already. We’re just trying to figure out which ship he’s on.”

I hummed at his response, the glances from the room not going unnoticed. Ahsoka entered, but she did her best to keep her gaze from mine. I didn't really blame her. I wounded her when I left. For a moment, as my own heart panged, I remembered why I’d left. Still, money was money.

And I wasn’t doing this for her or Padme or anyone...I was doing it to protect innocent kids.

I walked to stand behind where Skywalker looked out of the viewports, my eyes scanning the equipment in the room. I cleared my throat as I stepped to a particular monitor to my right, tapping the screen to draw attention to one of the dots that was turning away from the battle zone.

“General,” a voice said beside me. “A Separatist command ship is fleeing the battle.” The man had a gray uniform, perfectly combed hair, and a brown mustache. An admiral.

“That’s Bane,” I announced, watching the trooper bring up a visual of the fleeing ship.

“Do you think they have Master Ropal on board as a prisoner?” Ahsoka asked, standing beside me and the approaching Skywalker.

“I’m sure of it,” her master said gently to her before turning to the mustached man. “Admiral, intercept them before they can jump to hyperspace. I’ll ready the troops for boarding.”

The admiral looked shocked. “Boarding? We have no boarding craft.”

My eyebrows lifted. “Why not?” I asked the room, but the admiral seemed intent on ignoring me.

“We were prepared to land on the planet. Not to board another ship.” Huh. Maybe he didn’t mean to answer my question, but he did anyways. “You can’t be serious.”

My arms crossed immediately at the admiral’s sass. Sure, he was high-ranking. But surely Skywalker had proven his worth enough times in the war by then.

“I am, Admiral,” the jedi said smugly, seeming more amused than irked at the man’s comments. “Thank you for your opinion. Now target their hyperdrive. We don’t want them getting away.”

The admiral immediately set about organizing the bridge to obey Skywalker’s order, the jedi turning and exiting the bridge.

“Glad I came up only to walk back down,” I grumbled.

To my surprise, Skywalker chuckled. “Don’t worry about Admiral Yularen, by the way.”

I lifted my eyebrow as I fell into step with the two jedi. “Why would I?”

He shrugged. “You seemed miffed at him ignoring you.”

“I guess it wasn’t polite. But it’s not the first time I’ve been treated that way.” Skywalker cast me a questioning look, but I just gesturing to myself. “Tis a symptom of the trade.”

We walked in silence for a while, but I could feel their minds reeling. Skywalker’s with a plan to board Bane’s ship. And Ahsoka’s with a confusion on how to act towards me. My own mind turned with my own nagging curiosity. I wanted to ask...but I needed to avoid further attachment. Better to leave the question in my mind than to-

“How’s Padme?” Dammit.

Skywalker smiled slightly and I felt the small brush of his affection in the force. How in the force did they hide their romance? “Senator Amidala is doing well.”

“No thanks to you,” Ahsoka grumbled to herself, but she knew full well we could hear. Skywalker glanced at his padawan with a disapproving look, but I sighed.

“She has a point,” I admitted. “Still, I thought as jedi that you would understand a need to not make attachments.” Of course, I was talking to two jedi who I openly knew had a lot of attachments.

“I know,” Anakin responded. “Besides, I think she was keeping you around for your company more than anything else, by the end.”

I allowed myself to chuckle. “Why waste Republic credits, right?” It was silent again for a second before Skywalker spoke again.

“She does miss you, though. Even if she doesn’t need you anymore. We all do, actually.” The jedi smiled at me. “It’s nice to have you around again.”

I surprised myself with my own natural smile. “Yeah, well...I missed you guys too. And I won’t lie, I’m excited to finally actually see you fight, rather than send in your padawan to do all your work.”

Finally, Ahsoka laughed. I grinned at her as she finally met my gaze, giving me a little nod.

“Alright alright,” Skywalker calmed us as we reached the hangar. Clones filled the area, but the presence of one in particular made my senses peak.

I fell into step with Ahsoka behind Anakin, giving her a nudge with my shoulder. “I heard you took down Cato Parasitti. That’s pretty badass.”

Despite herself, she grinned, her montrals darkening slightly as she blushed at my praise. “Well, it wasn’t enough to stop Bane.”

“Maybe not. But it sent us in the right direction.”

She didn’t say anything as we approached a group of clones, but I could feel that she appreciated my words. Standing at the front of the group, clad in his blue-painted armor, was Rex. I wanted to keep my gaze away, but I could feel his stare from behind his visor. I looked up, fighting away my own blossoming of emotions as I regarded his tall stance. I wasn’t sure what terms we’d parted on. Was he like Padme and sad that I’d left? Did he miss me like she did? Or was he like Ahsoka and frustrated that I’d left when he’d only just started to get to know me? Or was he something else entirely? Was he angry with me for not serving the Republic as he did? For not assessing the apparent feelings that floated between us?

I shook away my thoughts as we approached, the clone captain addressing the jedi.

“I’ve rounded up three brigades, sir,” he said formally, his hands clasped behind his back. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to board a Separatist frigate,” Skywalker announced, his lips curling in a smile. “Rescue Master Ropal and recover an archive holocron.”

“We have no assault craft, sir,” Rex hesitantly responded. “Only a couple of fighters and the Twilight.” I cast my eyes to Rex’s side quickly, seeing another clone I recognized. Denal. His eyes were on me. I gave him a small nod in greeting, which he returned rather discreetly.

Looking back to Skywalker, I saw him cross his arms and glare at Rex. “Waiting for orders, sir,” the captain said quickly, straightening up. My eyebrow lifted. I’d rarely seen Rex like that.

“And the plan is?” Ahsoka asked finally, unafraid to defy her master. Anakin gave her the same look, but it didn’t work on her. “Just curious,” she followed defensively.

I watched as Skywalker looked around the hangar, the wheels in his mind turning. So the answer was that he was still working on a plan. I followed his line of sight, spying walkers. Hmmm…

“I came down to see if I could be of any help, General Skywalker,” Admiral Yularen spoke as he walked towards our group.

“Actually, you can,” Anakin grinned. “Activate those walkers, Admiral.” I let out an audible huff of laughter, shaking my head. It was crazy...but pretty damned smart, too.

“You are not thinking of using those to transport the clones to that frigate,” Yularen said, his voice almost tired.

“Well they are pressurized,” Ahsoka mused.

“And,” Rex jumped in. “They’re equipped with magnetic feet.” He hummed in approval. “Good call.”

“Master,” Ahsoka smiled. “You’re a genius.”

“Those walkers are designed for terrain, not space,” the admiral argued.

“Well,” I breathed, activating my mask and goggles, my voice becoming automated through the filters. “Now they’re for space.”

“Rex, load ‘em up.” Anakin took off towards the walkers, calling over his shoulder to his padawan. “Let’s go, Snips.” Ahsoka chased after her master immediately, while Rex turned to his men and shouted orders.

“Execute Battalion, take AT-AT 300. Carnivore Battalion, walker 773. Let’s go!” The clones took off after their captain, a nudge hitting my elbow.

I turned to see Denal. “Nice to see you again, Kida,” he voiced. “Are you joining for the mission?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I ran beside him, watching as he made his way into one of the walkers.

“You coming?” he asked, looking at me over his shoulder as the walkers activated.

“I don’t like being in machines I’m not driving,” I grinned at him, climbing my way to the top beside a few other clones. To my right, the jedi were also on top of their walker. On my left, Rex and a few of his men mirrored them.

The walkers were moved into place above the hatch, a mechanical arm latching to the top next to where I stood. The jedi donned space walk gear, steadying themselves on their walkers.

“You sure you want to be out for this part?” Skywalker called, partially concerned and partially teasing.

“And let you show off without me?” I called back, hands resting on my blasters. “Dream on.”

Ray shields rose around us to protect the hangar as the hatch opened, depressurizing the room.

“Depressurization detected,” Apex sounded.

“I noticed,” I returned. “Activate temporary oxygen supply.”

“Alright men,” Skywalker called to the brigades. “Your helmets won’t hold for long out here so let’s make this a quick one.” He received a wave of approving yells before the latches disengaged, the three walkers falling slowly through space towards the disabled Separatist ship.

I braced myself as the magnetic feet pulled us down, the walkers jostling slightly as they made contact. Immediately, they were firing with their cannons, the droids taking only moments to respond. I opened fire with my pistols, picking off smaller droids while the cannons handled the coming vulture droids.

Beside me, the jedi leapt from their walker, soaring through the air before taking out a series of vulture droids. Their sabers sliced through the metal like Nabooian pears.

“I need to get one of those,” I mumbled, earning an unexpected chuckle from the clones beside me. I gave them all a nod before leading them off the walker and into a closer fight. It didn’t take long for our forces to overwhelm the droids. For a moment, I wondered why the Republic was losing the war, considering how easy this was.

But then, one had to consider that while the droids were certainly stupid...there was an outrageous number of them.

“R2,” Skywalker called, the astromech immediately drifting over to an access port. It took him only a few turns before the hatch opened easily.

Smart droid. I understood Skywalker’s apparent attachment to him now. A chuckled lowly to myself as I followed the jedi into the ship. Skywalker was one hell of a jedi...but he certainly broke their rules a lot.

The hatch closed behind me, the jedi removing their space-walk suits. “This way,” Skywalker voiced as his men gathered. “To the bridge.”

“Bane won’t be on the bridge,” I called, but no one listened. I rolled my eyes, following them anyways as we wreaked havoc through the ship, drawing a beeline to the bridge. They burst through the doors as I sighed, holstering my pistols and walking in easily.

“Don’t shoot!” a frightened battle droid called. “I’m not the commander! He-He’s the commander.” It pointed to a droid beside him, which a clone quickly took out, to my amusement. I leaned casually against the railing as the clones and jedi cleared the room, regarding the last droid with mirth. “Guess I’m the commander now,” it said sadly before being shot by a clone.

I grinned, letting out a low chuckle.

“You were helpful,” Anakin grumbled, seeing my stance at the side of the bridge.

I shrugged at him. “Hey, I tried to be helpful when I told you he wouldn’t be here, but no one listened. You had the destruction part handled,” I joked darkly. “I was just trying to be the thinker here.”

Anakin scowled at me. “R2, see if you can find Master Ropal.” The droid worked on an access port, but I sighed lowly, my eyes downcast.

“Your friend is dead,” I said gently. Ahsoka cast me a look, her brow furrowed.

A hologram appeared above R2 as he accessed the memory banks. “One authentic jedi holocron,” Bane’s recording voiced. “And the memory crystal I was after.”

“Oh no,” Ahsoka said. “He has both pieces now.”

“Rex, send a squad,” Anakin ordered. “Lock down the hangar bay and destroy all the escape pods. No one gets off this ship.”

“Yes sir.”

“R2,” Ahsoka said, her worry rippling off her in waves. “You have to find Master Ropal. Hurry!”

I glanced around the room, eyeing the control panels. “I already told you, Ahsoka,” I started, the entire ship rumbling suddenly as an explosion sounded.

“What was that?” Rex asked openly as he and his men stopped at the doorway. The ship continued to rumble, all of us floundering for a foothold.

“General Skywalker,” Yularen’s voice came through the comms. “One of the engines on that frigate has exploded. I caution you to avoid the aft section.”

“How much damage is there?” Anakin asked, glancing around the room, eyeing me as I scanned over all the displays.

“I suggest immediate evacuation,” the admiral advised

Skywalker sighed. “Not until we get what we came for.”

R2 beeped, Ahsoka smiling as he pulled up a map of the cell block, a red dot blinking where the jedi master was being held.

The group moved to run off, but I called after them. “We need to be careful. Bane isn’t someone to underestimate. Everything he’s done is on purpose.”

“What do you mean?” Skywalker asked, his voice hard. Behind him, I could sense the grim feelings of both Rex and Ahsoka.

“I know Bane. He triggered the self destruct,” I said, gesturing to a panel behind me. “But no escape pods have gone off. He’s not running for a reason.”

“Well at least he’s not a coward,” Rex growled.

“He is a coward,” I argued, his frustration with me clearly rippling through the force. So he wasn’t happy with my leaving. Wonderful. “He’s not running because he needs something. And I’m willing to bet it’s one of you.” I pointed to Anakin and Ahsoka.

“He has Master Ropal,” Ahsoka responded quickly. “And we need to find him.”

“Right,” Skywalker said, nodding his head at me. “Walk and talk, kid, let’s go.” I sighed deeply, but followed the group as we raced to the cell blocks.

“Anakin,” I said gently as we stopped, the group searching the area for droids. “Your friend is likely gone. I’m sorry. But Bane is setting a trap for you. He needs you to open the holocron for him, I know it.”

“How do you-”

“Master!” Ahsoka’s despaired call turned our heads to where she stood down the hall. She had opened a cell door, her face horrified. “I found him.”

Skywalker cast me a shocked glance before racing to his padawan’s side. He looked sad. “Rex,” he said softly. “Have some men take Master Ropal back to the Resolute.”

“We might not be able to find the holocron in time, Master,” Ahsoka said sadly. “But if it’s destroyed with the ship, Nute Gunray won’t get it either.”

“Maybe,” her master breathed. “But I’d rather return it to the library personally.”

“Besides,” I chimed in as a few clones entered the cell. “Bane won’t die on this ship. He’s slimy like that.” The group seemed skeptical. “Trust me,” I pushed. “I’ve tried to kill him myself before and it’s pretty hard to keep me from killing someone.”

The ship shook again, the lights going out. I glanced up, my mind racing. What was he planning?

“Come on, R2,” Ahsoka said lowly. The droid turned on his flashlight, leading the group. I followed in the darkness, my night vision activating in my goggles.

“How did you know?” Anakin asked softly as we walked. While the conversation was between us, all ears were turned our way.

“It’s like I said,” I explained tiredly. “I know Bane. He’s ruthless.”

He hummed gently. “So what else should I know?”

“He needs you to open read the crystal. He’s setting a trap.” R2 let out a series of beeps as we rounded a corner.

“R2 says we’re close,” Anakin translated for the group. “Stay sharp.”

“Bane is a bit of a control freak and he thinks of everything,” I chimed in. “He likely has full control of this ship via his wrist gauntlet.”

“Then we’ll be careful,” Ahsoka mumbled, her teeth teasing her lip nervously.

Behind us, I heard a sharp thunk, followed by a sound I’d only rarely heard. A clone...yelling ‘yow.’ I turned, my eyebrow raised as I saw Rex turn to his men, standing suspiciously close to a low-hanging pipe.

“Switch to night vision,” he ordered. They all obeyed while I let out a small, amused chuckle, despite myself.

R2 was letting out low beeps of nerves. I liked the droid. He reminded me of Apex, in a less aggressive way, of course.

A figure raced across our path, flashing in and out of the droid’s flashlight.

“There!” Anakin exclaimed, leading the group racing down the hall. We chased after Bane as he opened a door.

“Careful, Skywalker,” I warned as I ran beside him. “He’s corralling us to his trap.” The jedi understood, but what were we supposed to do other than spring it?

The door opened to a large hangar, cloaked in darkness. The lights flickered back to life, revealing a small army of droids, Bane standing before them. He looked rather smug.

“Welcome, jedi,” he announced. “We’ve been expecting you.” His tone was rather business-like. Always to the point… “Kida,” he added, glancing at me below his wide-brimmed hat. “You’re a welcome surprise.”

“I can’t say it’s mutual,” I growled back, aiming my pistols at him as our group stood silently.

Bane cast me a dark grin before drawing his own blaster. “Kill them!” he ordered, the droids immediately opening fire. We returned it, the jedi racing forward as the sharp sounds of Bane’s guns echoed off the walls. “Let’s make this a bit more interesting,” the bounty hunter said with a chuckle, turning to his gauntlet.

I watched him closely from behind the jedi, seeing his heels turn slightly before he said, “Lock down!”

“No gravity!” I yelled in warning a split second before Bane deactivated it. We lifted into the air, the separatist forces still advancing as easily as before.

“Magnetics,” Denal said in the air beside me. “You were trained for this!” His words seemed to inspire his men, but it didn’t apply to me. Around me, whatever clone could reach a surface was attaching his boots to it.

I shot off a few blasts before aiming my own wrist gauntlet at the ground, a grapple firing from it to attach to the ground. I pulled myself down, hooking the cord to my belt to keep me hovering a few inches off the ground. I wouldn’t have much mobility, but I could dodge side to side at least.

“R2,” Ahsoka yelled to the astromech as she blocked blaster fire in the air. “Turn the gravity back on!” The little droid rocketed off it try and help.

I kept firing in the fight, my eyes switching between Bane’s confident stance and the massive cannon shells that lined the hangar walls. As I thought about the danger of them, a clone magnetized to the ceiling blasted a droid into one of the holding pins, releasing a shell. It floated through the battlefield, Rex spying it, too.

“Check your fire!” he warned to his men. “Hit one of those shells and this fight is over for all of us!”

Denal grappled to the ground beside me, joining as we worked to whittle down the onslaught of droids. Anakin and Ahsoka were behind Bane, taking out his forces. I watched as the Duros dodged my fire and repeatedly shot down clones.

“Skywalker!” I yelled, not wanting to let Bane pick off more troops. “Focus on Bane, not the droids!”

The jedi turned and gave me a look, but proceeded to pursue Bane nonetheless. In moments, he was behind the bounty hunter, blocking one of his shots and dealing him a hard kick to the chin.

Finally. He deserved that and more.

The holocron floated from Bane’s grasp, Anakin reaching for it, when the gravity reengaged. Everyone fell hard to the floor. I ripped the cable from my belt, seeing the clones, jedi, and bounty hunter all sprawled on the ground. Racing forward, Bane snatched up the holocron, moving to draw his pistol again.

I swept down, kicking out the back of his knees. Of course, he was far from an inexperienced fighter, easily rounding to punch at my face. I blocked him, dealing one back that I’d been longing to do for a long time. Behind him, as I grappled with Bane for the holocron, Anakin found his feet. My eyes flicked to see the jedi rise, Bane taking the moment to pistol whip my cheek.

Thankfully, the mask I still wore took most of the hit, flying off my face under the impact in order to try and brush the strike off. Still...my brain was pretty rattled as I stumbled sideways.

While I struggled to refocus my vision, Bane fired at Skywalker, who easily blocked it, before racing through the clones and back through the door we entered from. On his way, he fired up at the clone still magnetically locked to the ceiling, cracking the metal and sending him pungling down. Anakin caught him with the force as Bane raced out.

“I’ll get him, Master,” Ahsoka yelled as she rushed past us to pursue the Duros.

I opened my mouth to warn her as I wiped the blood from my split cheek and ran after her, but Anakin beat me to it. “Ahsoka, wait!” he cried, still preoccupied with bringing the clone to the ground safely. “It’s a trap!”

He followed me, Bane casting a sly smile over his shoulder to me before pressing a button on his gauntlet.

“Ahsoka wait!” Anakin cried as he gained on me, using the force to push him. The door began to close in front of me. “We’ll take him together!”

It was too small of an opening when I reached it, watching the young Togruta round the corner after Bane. Skywalker appeared beside me as it closed, immediately shoving his lightsaber into the door. I turned and watched our backs, taking out droids with the clones.

A battle droid fell, shooting the fallen cannon shell directly. It erupted, sending the clones closest to it hurtling backwards. The ceiling began to cave, crushing the droids.

“Skywalker!” I yelled, making him turn to see the danger. I backed towards the door to be beside him as he raised his hands above his head. The ceiling turned to debris as it fell towards us swiftly, and while the jedi was able to slow it slightly so it didn’t crush me immediately, he couldn’t stop how much it damned hurt.

We both fell to the ground, debris pushing on our backs as my head took yet another hard hit. As my vision grew fuzzy yet again, I reached out in the force to find both Skywalker and Rex alive. Good.

It was my last thought before I succumbed to the darkness.

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Chapter Eighteen: Grievous

I fucked up. I gently banged the back of my head against the metal wall of my cell. Stupid job. Stupid Kida. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

When I’d last stepped off a Republic shuttle on Coruscant after getting the holocron, I told myself I’d stay away from the war. For months, I took jobs as far from the warfronts as I could, trying my best not to keep tabs on those I cared about.

Of course, a massive monster from Malastare rampaging through upper Coruscant was hard to miss.

As time passed, I heard of yet another attempt on Padme’s life...this time in the form of Nute Gunray and Rush Clovis. Yet more names to add to my list of people I should track down in my spare time. If I ever had spare time.

Between managing the club that was only growing in popularity--especially with the clones--and taking jobs, I’d had little time to take to myself. I suppose I preferred that. Being busy kept me from thinking. From thinking about Padme. About my Sith heritage. About my past. About Rex. About the jedi now knowing that I knew my background.

Of course...I had plenty of time to think now, trapped in a separatist cell. I could hear the droids clanking around outside, their high pitched tones growing more annoying with each passing hour.

I’d taken a smuggling job, of all things. I didn’t even have to steal anything. Jabba entrusted me with delivering unmarked credits to a group of dealers in the Saleucami system for a delivery they’d made for him. Thankfully, I’d already made the drop before I stumbled into a Separatist fleet.

I’d outmaneuvered them for a while, but the old rust bucket I’d used to be discreet had shit engine power. It didn’t take long for the lead ship to catch me in its tractor beam. Apparently, it was commanded by Grievous, but I never got to see him. Thank the force. According to the droids, the general had a more important prisoner.

“The General will want to speak with you,” a droid had droned to me as they put me in binders, my weapons confiscated. “He may have a job.”

“If he wants me to work for him, why are you putting me in a cell?” I’d quipped sassily. Still, I had a feeling that Grievous, being under the command of Dooku, knew full well that I wouldn’t take the job. Or maybe they thought my closeness with the jedi and Republic powers would provide them with knowledge.

Maybe I didn’t really pick a side in the war, but many people understood where many of my loyalties laid. I didn’t care about politics. I just cared about some people...against my better judgement.

I came out of my musings as the ship rumbled, my wrists twisting thoughtfully in the binders. I moved from my place on the wall, pushing my ear against the metal door.

“We have Kenobi’s ship in our tractor beam, just like the general said we would,” one chimed smugly.

“What if the jedi come aboard when the general is on theirs?” another worried.

“Idiot,” the first responded as they began to walk away from my door. “That’s the plan. We’ll be safe down here. They’re keeping the prisoner on the bridge for Skywalker to spring the trap.”

Oh boy. I sighed lowly, closing my eyes as I reached out with the force. Low and behold, I felt Skywalker’s presence on the lower levels, along with another force-sensitive I didn’t recognize and...Rex.

I did my best to stay away from the war. But kriff, it just kept finding me.

I rolled my eyes to myself as I got up and away from the door, standing in the middle of the room. “Help!” I screamed, putting on my best acting voice. Which, considering I was a slave and had to act submissive most of my childhood when in reality, I wanted to stab most of the people around me, it wasn’t half bad of an act. “Help me please!!”

The clank of droid feet returned to outside my cell, the door hissing open as I crouched, clutching my ribcage as best as I could with the binders on.

“Help me please! Something’s wrong!”

“What do we do?” the first droid hesitated, glancing at his counterpart.

I rolled my eyes. “Just help me! Your general won’t be pleased if I die in here and you two let it happen.” That got them moving, one stepping forward to look at me while the other kept his blaster trained on me.

“Don’t do anything that will make me shoot you,” he warned, but I wasn’t concerned.

As the droid knelt down to look at me, I concentrated on the force. Spending time with jedi and watching them use the force had helped, actually. I didn’t practice often, preferring the natural senses it granted me, but this was a dire moment. I curled my fingers as the droid touched my shoulder, willing the binders to break.

To both of our surprises, they did. I leapt up, twirling the droid and holding him before me. He let out a surprised yell as I held him in the line of fire from his counterpart.

“She’s a jedi!” the one in my grip yelled.

I rolled my eyes. “Not quite,” I said as I used him to block the blast from the other before scooping up the fallen blaster and shooting the last one. “Still, better that you two don’t tell anyone,” I said to the scrap metal.

I snuck out of the cell, the detention block mostly empty, considering they were trying to spring a trap on Skywalker. I moved quickly, my mind racing. The battle was a perfect distraction to escape, even in my rust bucket. Still...I found myself hesitating at an intersection. The right would take me to my ship and to easy freedom, keeping me away from the war again.

The left...would lead toward the bridge. Where Grievous was apparently torturing a jedi master. Where a trap was set for Skywalker. Rex, I still felt somewhere below--likely guarding however the hell they got on board amidst a battle. Still, could I let Anakin go into a trap?

I was sure he’d be fine. He was always fine…

A groan rumbled in my throat, my frustration at myself unending. Without even making a final decision, I was running to my left, my adrenaline pushing me faster and faster towards the bridge.

It didn’t take long for me to stumble over pieces of battle droids, all of them still singed from lightsaber cuts. I hurried up the inclining hallways, hearing the buzzing of the jedi’s blades flashing. Rushing around corners, the hydraulic hiss of a door sounded, followed by the clattering of metal.

“Surprise,” I heard Anakin say smugly, just as I rounded the corner to see him and a female Tholothian standing in the entrance to the bridge.

“Not exactly,” the tactical droid stated, standing beside a trapped Zabrak in jedi robes.

I wanted to yell to them, but I would be part of the trap then, too. I slowed, pushing my back against the wall and watching as commando droids appeared from the lower decks and ceilings to surround the two jedi.

“Well,” Anakin grumbled. “At least they’re not destroyer droids.”

“The general’s description of your tactics have been 100% accurate today. Very impressive, even by my standards.” I rolled my eyes at the tactical droid. I hated those things. They had no personality, but still somehow managed to be pricks. It raised his metal hand, pressing a button on its wrist. Beside him, the Zabrak’s bindings ignited with electricity, the worn out male crying out desperately. Anakin took a worried step forward as the torture stopped, the droid reacting immediately by starting it again. “One more step, and your friend will die,” it taunted.

Alright then.

I stepped out from my hiding spot, openly visible in the middle of the hallway. “No steps needed, beskar’ad,” I yelled, all eyes...or optics...turning towards me. I aimed the blaster quickly, firing a fast bolt into the tactical droid’s chest. It fell backwards hard, disabled. Anakin seemed shocked as he regarded me until lurching back into battle with his fellow jedi. I entered the room, getting head-shots on the two closest commando droids before having to duck the vibroblade of another.

I went to fire but was punched backwards, falling to the ground at the Tholothian’s feet. She raised her eyebrow in question at me, but raised her hand to force push the commando away. I found my footing again, rolling beneath the next swipe of a vibroblade before gripping the joint of the shoulder and twisting hard. Jango had taught me that.

Of course, that was on assassin droids, but I assumed the technique was similar.

Thankfully, the droid’s shoulder fizzled and sparked as it came loose, letting me get behind it and do the same to its neck connection. It fell, allowing me to swipe up the vibroblade and block the next attack easily.

I ducked, feeling Anakin’s presence behind me and allowing him to leap over my body and slice through the droid with his lightsaber. I, in turn, swept my vibroblade behind me, taking out the knees of Anakin’s pursuing droid. It crumpled, letting me stand and slice through its faceplate.

The commandos all destroyed, the three of us stood, my lips offering a cheeky smile.

“Kida,” Anakin said finally. “As much as I appreciate the help, what are you doing here?”

“The bounty hunter?” the other jedi asked for clarification as she approached the captured Zabrak. Anakin struck the base of the contraption with his lightsaber, the bindings disengaging to let the male fall into the female jedi’s arms.

“That’s me,” I responded, turning off the vibroblade to let it rest over my shoulder. “It’s an accident, actually,” I explained with a sigh. “Grievous caught my ship in a tractor beam on my way back from a job.”

“I see you got my message,” the Zabrak spoke slowly, breathing heavily. “Where’s Grievous?”

“If everything’s gone according to plan,” Anakin shrugged. “He’s onboard Obi-wan’s ship.”

“He’s been captured?” the weary jedi asked.

“If we can cut off his escape,” Anakin tried to inspire them. “There’s a good chance of that.” He glanced to me as he put himself under the Zabrak’s other arm. “I’m assuming you’ll want to get back to your job.”

I hummed, nodding. “I do. But I can help you get back first.”

Anakin smiled at me. I hated to admit it...but he knew me better than I cared to admit. Not being a master, I doubted that the council had told him about my Sith heritage. Therefore...he still trusted me because he knew what kind of person I was...even if I tried to hide it.

The others...were masters...and I could feel their apprehension.

“Glad to have you,” Anakin grinned as the group moved from the bridge and hurried down the halls. I scooped up a pistol on the way, brandishing it before me alongside the vibroblade as we stalked through the halls.

“And you are?” the Zabrak finally asked breathlessly.

“Name’s Kida,” I called back as I shot a few droids down the hall.

“The bounty hunter,” the female said softly to her friend. “Called the Oracle.” His brow furrowed in response.

I hummed, glancing at their faces quickly. “Nice to meet you,” I grumbled.

“Eoth Koth,” the Zabrak responded with a nod to me. “Thank you for the help.” I shrugged at him, gesturing that it was no big deal.

“And I’m Adi Gallia,” the female voiced. “Your predicament was rather conveniently placed, don’t you think?”

I lifted my eyebrow at her, about to respond with sass when Skywalker’s comm beeped. “Anakin,” Obi-wan’s voice came through. “I hope you’ve rescued Master Koth, because Grievous is headed back to his ship.”

“There goes the hope of capturing him,” I grumbled, looking back at the three jedi as we rounded a corner.

“You both go,” Eoth Koth groaned. “I’ll make it back. I’ll be fine.”

I lifted my eyebrow, Anakin seemed to be on the same page as me. “I’ll have to disagree with you on that one,” he looked between his companions. “Master Gallia, you go ahead. I’ll get Eoth back to the shuttle.”

“May the force be with you,” she responded, her voice deep and determined. She removed herself from under Koth’s arm and turned to race down the hall. Anakin took the weight of the Zabrak jedi, my lips pressing together tightly.

“Wait!” I yelled after her, my mind telling me to run with Anakin, but the force telling me to help against Grievous. All the jedi looked at me curiously. I breathed deeply. “I’m going with you.”

“Kida,” Anakin started, but I waved him off.

“He got in the way of a job, Anakin,” I said, everyone knowing that my motivations had nothing to do with that. I sighed. “Let me help.”

Anakin nodded slowly. “Be careful.”

“You too.” I turned and raced after Adi Gallia, the woman casting me a curious glance before leading the way towards where the Separatist ship had docked with Kenobi’s.

As we drew closer, the sound of lightsabers clashing echoed down the halls. The ship began to tilt, our footing sliding slightly on the metal floors. We rounded the corner and I saw General Grievous for the first time. He was hulking, his mechanical body full of sharp edges and powerful coils.

“Until we meet again, Kenobi,” he taunted, looking down the port hallway. Master Gallia ignited her lightsaber, Grievous whirling as she lunged at him. He drew his own lightsabers, the two battling as I ran forward, the port beginning to rip away at the end of the hall.

“Obi-wan!” I yelled, seeing him be sucked backwards by the vacuum of space. We were all pulled forward, my arms latching onto the doorframe. I caught Adi Gallia as she flew past me, her fingers wrapping around my wrist desperately. Below us, Cody caught Obi-wan. Grievous climbed away from the port, using his various appendages to crawl up the hallway.

“Hold on,” Gallia called up at me, pulling herself up beside me and crawling to lean against the other side of the doorframe. She reached down, pulling me up beside her. “Help me,” she said, firing a grapple line down the port hallway. I gripped the wire beside her, bracing our bodies against the doorframe as Cody, Obi-wan, and a third clone climbed the line. They leapt up beside us, Gallia rolling to close the door.

We all let out heavy breaths as it closed, the atmosphere restabilizing.

“Hurry,” Obi-wan urged. “We can still catch him.”

Gallia stepped forward as I offered my hand to Cody. He looked at me in surprise, but accepted the help. “”Obi-wan,” she stopped the jedi. “Anakin’s leaving. We’ll be trapped on this ship.

Kenobi visibly deflated before lifting his wrist comm. “Anakin, come in.” He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow before continuing. “We’re in a bit of a spot and need a way off Grievous’ ship.”

“There’s a large hangar near your position,” came Anakin’s voice. “Make your way there and I’ll pick you up.”

We hurried down the halls towards the hangar, Obi-wan glancing at me. “Nice to see you again.”

“Likewise,” I huffed, running beside them. “My ship might be in this hangar, too.”

“You have a ship?” the jedi questioned, clearly frustrated. “Where was the offer to take us off this deathtrap?”

“Hey,” I said defensively. “It’s a hunk of metal. I’m not even sure if it’ll work again after fighting the tractor beam.”

We entered the hangar, Obi-wan humming as my ship came into view. “That ship is barely held together,” Gallia mused.

“Yeah, well it was supposed to be inconspicuous,” I tried to reason, but didn’t hide my distaste for the rustbucket.

“Thankfully, we won’t have to take it,” Obi-wan said as a Republic shuttle entered the hangar. “Come on!”

I thought about taking my own ship for a moment, but stopped myself. It was on the other side of the hangar and I had no way of telling how long the ship would hold together, especially considering the Republic cruiser was near exploding. I ran after the jedi, bounding up the gangway after them.

I was met with some familiarly painted helmets.

“Kida?” a clone with the Republic insignia on his helmet asked, making other faces turn, including Rex’s.

I gave him a smirk. “Hey Jesse.”

“Here we go,” Anakin called from the cockpit, engaging the engines. I gripped the handles on the ceiling tightly as we launched forward. Gallia and Obi-wan moved into the cockpit, my feet carrying me past the watching clones and after them. Gallia checked on Koth while Kenobi sat behind his former padawan.

“Anakin,” he said. “Get me Admiral Yularen.”

“General Kenobi,” Yularen’s voice came through the comms after Anakin tapped a few buttons. “Several crafts detached from Grievous’ ship and attempted to land on Saleucami.”

“Then we’ll have to land and follow them,” Obi-wan responded tiredly. “Prepare the tanks.”

“Yes, sir.”

“There must be several landing sights,” Anakin mused. “It might be hard to locate the good general.”

Obi-wan hummed, stroking his beard. “You’ll have to command the space battle while Rex, Cody, and I head to the surface.”

“You’re sure you can handle this on your own?” Anakin asked, glancing over his shoulder at his master.

I shifted beside Obi-wan, earning a look from him. “I won’t be,” he said, still meeting my gaze. “Kida,” he started. “Care to join me on an adventure?” I pursed my lips, humming. “You can consider it payback for giving you a lift off the ship.”

I lifted my eyebrows, but my mouth was already curling into a smile. “I actually already helped save your jedi friend over there,” I gestured to Master Koth. “But...I’d be willing if you feed me before giving me a lift out of here.”

Obi-wan smiled, Anakin shaking his head in amusement. “I think,” the bearded man voiced. “We can manage without you, Anakin.”

Skywalker chuckled, guiding the shuttle into the hangar of the Republic Star Destroyer. Rex entered the cockpit, giving me a glance before offering his arm to Master Koth. They left the shuttle, the rest of us following behind.

“I’ll get Master Koth to a medical frigate,” Adi Gallia announced as Rex handed the Zabrak to a medical droid.

“You all took a great risk rescuing me,” Koth said to the group, his brown eyes sliding to me slowly. “Even you, child.”

I was about to say something sassy, as was my usual method of communication with figures of authority, but the sincerity in his gaze made me hesitate. I felt the force ripple around us. He knew what I was. But...I could sense his feelings towards me shifting. Maybe it wasn’t respect, but it was heading in that direction. I closed my mouth, giving him a small nod of acknowledgement.

“You’re welcome, Master Koth,” Kenobi voiced, nodding his head, casting his gaze to my face briefly. He seemed impressed with my ability to keep my mouth shut.

“Since you divided your forces,” Koth mused. “Grievous is still at large. I would have gladly given my life if it meant bringing that monster to justice.”

“Well,” Anakin said gently. “At least we all lived to fight another day.”

Gallia and Koth cast us all gentle smiles before heading towards a shuttle that could bring them to a medical frigate. Obi-wan and Skywalker exchanged glances, the former stepping away to join Rex as the AT-ET walkers began to get into formation.

“You don’t have to do any of this, you know,” Anakin said gently, regarding me as clones passed to join their squads.

I looked around, sighing. “I know. But I’ll admit...I’ve tried avoiding the war over and over. I guess I inherited more from Jango than I thought.” I looked back at Anakin. “I can’t seem to stay away.”

He hummed. “I know how you feel.”

“I’ll help here, at least. Grievous is dangerous. I can’t have the boys going in alone without me to watch their backs.”

Anakin’s eyebrow lifted. “The boys?”

I nudged his arm gently as I moved to join Obi-wan. “Hey, I lived on Kamino for a long time. I watched some of these guys get trained.”

Skywalker smiled at me. “What happened to no attachments?”

I stopped, looking back at him knowingly. I cast him a sly grin, but didn’t deny the truth. I’d gotten attached. We all knew that. Trying to avoid it was me trying to keep myself from being hurt again.

“You’re one to talk,” I cast back vaguely, knowing he would understand. He crossed his arms, giving me a look, but allowed it as I chuckled. “I guess,” I allowed. “They’re the one thing I remember as a constant for the longest part of my life… I guess that makes them a bit like family.”

Anakin was silent for a second as he regarded me. Finally, he nodded slowly and turned to leave. “I suppose it does.”

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Author’s Note:

Clearly, time skips have occurred. Thus, we skipped over the Zillo beast, Rush Clovis, and Geonosis arcs. Sorry if those were ones you wanted to see, but there was no real pivotal way for Kida’s story to be involved. In addition, life goes on when she’s not around, so I don’t want her in every adventure.

I’m excited for the next chapter, so stay tuned!

-Ryder

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