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moonyswritinq · 2 years

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Hi!! Could you possibly write a Obi Wan x Male reader (or gender neutral if you want) where Anakin and Ashoka (maybe even Rex if you want more chaos) accidentally find out about Obi Wan’s relationship with the reader? Of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to! Thanks!!

caught in the moment — obi-wan kenobi x male reader

❝ CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ You and Obi-Wan have been sneaking around for months and you're long overdue being found out. It was only a matter of time. It's only fitting it would be by the three people who knows you best and are the most obnoxious about it.

PAIRING ➢ obi-wan kenobi x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ secret relationship, swearing, tension, suggestive content, generally just idiocy, hints of Anakin x oc, idk kinda angsty? kissing, making out, rivalry, slight ooc Obi-Wan, a stupid Jedi council

WORD COUNT ➢ 3.2 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ thank you so much for this request! it was very fun to write. i wanna apologize for taking so long to write this though. i wrote half of it like a month ago but i've been so busy with my job and moving and now i have a little time before uni starts so i thought why not catch up on my writing. this is not my best work but i am still kind of proud. if you pay attention you will notice an original character in this fic — Emrys. He is based on one of my best friends and this will not be the last you will be seeing of him. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

The view is amazing. Blue skies, as far as the eye can see, threading the edges of the city’s buildings carefully. It is full of life; blinking neon lights, aircrafts speeding between the tall buildings. You’re amidst it all, enclosed in a circular room with high windows on all sides, chairs directed to the middle. You’re sat in one of those chairs, figures at your sides clad in the same robes as you are.

Your attention is to the middle, where a tall woman is stood, back straight, arms at her sides. She doesn’t look faced by being in a room surrounded by Jedi. Instead, her gaze is steady as she meets every one of your eyes, and her voice clear.

“Word has been sent from the Kamparas system, the Separatists is apparently closing in on their bases. Without help, they will have fallen before the end of the week.”

You tilt your head, leaning against the palm of your hand. That really was an issue. Kamparas held a lot of support for the Jedi and everything against the Separatist forces was precious. Their technology had also proved to been an asset in the past. In your opinion, there was no question in the matter, but others seems to have different opinions.

“I say we fight, send troops down ‘ere. Crush the Separatist bastards,” Master Kit Fisto, a green-skinned Nautolan, exclaims, slamming his fist into the chair.

Master Agen Kolar shakes his head. “It’s too risky. We send troops down there and our people will be spread thin, too vulnerable to the Separatist.”

“A decision difficult, it is,” Master Yoda, a small creature with green, wrinkly skin, says with his usual inquisitive tone. Your eyes widen in disbelief. A difficult decision, really?

“We’re talking about whether to let hundreds of our people die, not what you are having for supper this evening.” You can’t keep your anger from your voice, disbelief written across your features. “There’s no decision to be made; we have to help them.”

Your eyes search the other members’, trying desperately to find anyone in your favour. Your eyes catches on a pair of blue ones — ones belonging to none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s sitting with one leg on the opposite knee, hair perfectly laying against his head and gaze steady on you. He says nothing but a subtle nod of his head in your support, something that manages to warm your cheeks.

“It is difficult,” Master Stass Allie says, “We are deciding the fate of thousands of lives here.” You opened your mouth to respond but she cut you off. “It is not simply about the lives on Kamparas. It is the lives of the whole galaxy. What we do affects everyone, y/l/n. We have to decide if it’s worth it.”

You let out a humourless laugh. Are they serious?

“The Jedi swore to protect the galaxy. That includes every single life on Kamparas. We do not get to pick and choose whose lives are deemed to be worth it.” You can feel your pulse quicken in your ears, surprised that the other Jedi cannot hear it. “We do not just abandon our people in difficult times. That would make us no better than the Sith.”

Master Allie grits her teeth, opening her mouth to counter you but stop herself when Master Yoda lifts a three-fingered hand.

“An interesting argument you make, Master y/l/n. Help, we will.”

You sigh in relief, relaxing against your chair. However peaceful the Council says they are, it is surprisingly difficult deciding on something.

“Clone troopers on a spacecraft we will send, accompanied by a Jedi Master,” he continues, directing the information to the messenger still stood in the middle of the room. She nods, immediately turning to walk out.

“That is not enough,” you object, straightening in your chair. “They need more help than that!”

“Master y/l/n!” Master Mace Windu interrupts, holding your gaze steadily. “We have sent the help we can. Any more and we will jeopardise the other systems that are in need of our help. We cannot help everyone at once.”

You grit your teeth, muttering, “Fine.”

Without waiting for the meeting to come to a conclusion, you stand up and rush out of the doors, letting them slam shut behind you. You feel winded, as if you have just run a hundred miles, your pulse throbbing in your ears. You lean against the closest wall and close your eyes, letting the coolness calm you down.

“That bad, huh?”

You crack an eye open, watching as your Padawan, Emrys, steps closer. You let out a huff of a laugh, shaking your head. “When isn’t it?”

“Well, there was that one time—”

The doors to the chamber open, Obi-Wan’s long strides echoing against the floor, his cloak billowing behind him. He stops short when his eyes land on your apprentice, looking between the two of you.

You push yourself against the wall. “Emrys—”

“No need, Master. I was just about to leave. It’s getting late.” His gaze jumps between you and Kenobi, eyes narrowing slightly. You wish you could read the expression on his face. “Kenobi, you don’t happen to know where Anakin is? Or you know what? I’ll find him myself. I’ll, er— see you later, Masters.”

Your gaze follows his retreating form, before finally turning towards Obi-Wan. “How can they deny the aid for help? I swear, they are all selfish bastards.”

Obi-Wan catches your attention with your name softly falling from his lips. “I know how hard this is for you, it is for me too. But we cannot let our feelings get in the way. You know we cannot help everyone.”

“I know. It’s just—“

Your words trail off, your gaze instantly softening at his expression, stepping closer as his hands reach for your face. You have the sudden urge to fall against him, to let him bear your weight. You almost let yourself. The sound of echoing footsteps further down the hall make the two of you freeze, just now realising how exposed you are.

“Not here,” you mutter, turning to walk down the opposite corridor. He follows at your side, matching your strides, expression indifferent, almost bored. You would be impressed were it not for the shallow breaths he’s releasing..

You take a sharp turn, taking ahold of Obi-Wan’s hand in the process, dragging him against you into the empty chamber. As soon as the door closes behind the two of you, you allow yourself to sag against him. His arms circle your back, pressing you even closer to him.

You let him. Just this once, you tell yourself.

You’ve told yourself that for months now.

It first started with a kiss, a spur in the moment sort of thing. You had been sparring together, head to head, a lightsaber each at hand. You were both equals, meeting the other with every attack made. Every move countered. Every comment with a quick retort. It amused you to see how much you could step on Obi-Wan’s toes.

He had been cold the past few weeks, icing you out. He had been distant. You knew he had been avoiding you, even though he tried to deny it. What you didn't know was why. Why did he avoid you like the plague? It doesn’t matter, you had decided. What did matter was getting him back for it. The only way you knew how, that is.

“Come on, Obi-Wan, you can be quicker than that,” you teased, bringing your lightsaber to meet his with a nonchalant swing of your wrist. He gives you a roguish grin, forcing you backwards. With a jerk of his chin your legs give out underneath you, sending you sprawling to the floor.

Obi-Wan walks into your line of sight, his lightsaber pointer at your neck. “Quick enough for you?”

You chuckle. Your foot makes contact with Obi-Wan’s legs, kicking them from underneath him. He tumbles to the ground, dropping his lightsaber and begin rolling to a crouch. You’re quicker. You move to grab your dropped lightsaber, throwing yourself against him, pinning him to the ground. His eyes widen, painfully aware of your touch against him. He tries to rip free from your grip, but you don’t budge.

You grin, leaning closer. “Not quick enough, apparently.”

“Get off,” he pants in that perfect accent of his, chest heaving from the exertion. You take notice of his messed up hair, blue eyes glaring into yours. You have the urge to lean closer but restrain yourself, instead removing your knees from either side of him and standing up. You offer him a hand, one of which he takes gratefully.

“You have improved a lot since last time,” Obi-Wan says as he brushes off the dirt on his robes.

You smile, a genuine one this time. “You as well. Who knew there really were muscles underneath all that clothing?”

He lets out a huff of a laugh, meeting your gaze with that special twinkle in his eye. He steps forward, one hand clutching yours and bringing you closer. You clasp a hand on his shoulder, smiling.

The sun’s setting, casting deep shadows around the two of you. It makes Obi-Wan’s hair appear golden in the light, the contours of his face highlighted on all the right places. Something shifts. You don’t know what it is, but suddenly the air seems warmer, your breaths coming in shallow. You meet Obi-Wan’s gaze and there it is.

His pupils dilated, his breath hitched and his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. You’re too stunned to move. He tentatively reaches a hand for your cheek, hesitating when you make no move. When he begins to draw back you finally come to your bearings, grabbing the front of his robes and tugging on them. You meet him halfway, your lips finally pressing against his.

The kiss was hurried, both of you chasing to release the tension from training. You let all of your pent-up frustration, uncertainty and rage bleed into the kiss, letting Obi-Wan know exactly how you felt. He gasped into the kiss, allowing you to deepen it. You bit his lip lightly and it took all he had to not moan against you.

You hadn’t realised how much you needed this. Needed him. Obi-Wan knew, had tried to suppress it too, but to no avail. He knew what it meant for a Jedi to indulge in these sorts of things. Now it was too late for regrets.

You had promised yourself that it was only one time, that it wouldn’t happen again. Unfortunately, one time turned into ten times, which turned into fifty times. You couldn’t resist Obi-Wan’s soft lips on yours. The way he throws his head back when your lips meet his neck, biting at that sensitive spot. His beard scratching your skin. His hands roaming your back and shoulders.

Hands currently clutching your robes, chin resting against your shoulder. Obi-Wan knows that you just need some time to let your rage settle and, while you may not admit it, he knows you feel better with him around. Your relationship had been one existing of trial and error, trying to figure out what works for the both of you and coming to terms with the fact that you’re very much breaking the Jedi Code. The two of you had not escaped the suppressing of feelings, hesitancy and fear completely yet, despite the long way you’d already come.

However, right now, nothing felt better than to be pressed against Obi-Wan’s warm chest, feeling his heart thud against it. A steady beat against the turmoil that are your thoughts. You sigh into the embrace, Obi-Wan pulling away just far enough to have a proper look at your face.

“You’re going to be alright,” he whispers. You smile at his words, an unwelcome warmth spreading in your gut. An instant later, his expression shifts. “You looked pretty hot in there.”

Your smile grows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like seeing you get all riled up.”

You feel your cheeks begin to warm, shifting your gaze between his eyes and lips. You beckon him closer. “Maybe we will have to do something about that, then.”

Obi-Wan brings his lips to yours, not withstanding another moment without the feel of you. You groan into him, welcoming the touch. It’s not a tender kiss, nor a rough one. It’s one full of tension and unspoken words, just like your first one. It seems to be what you and Obi-Wan excel most at.

A groan of the door is what pushes you and Obi-Wan apart, terrified to have been caught together. You cannot help but expect the worst; a fellow Jedi having just witnessed your treachery, already on their way to report the falseness to the council. Or worse yet, a council’s member witnessing it themselves.

Instead, three smaller figures are standing by the doorway, the same wide eyes and agape mouths on each face.

“Told you,” your Padawan says with a smug grin, his gaze jumping between you and Obi-Wan.

“Gotta give it to you, man, I did not believe you.” Anakin, Kenobi’s former apprentice, reluctantly hands Emrys a fair amount of credits with a shake of his head. He sends Anakin a wink to which he glares back at.

Ahsoka’s eyes are almost as wide as saucers, trying and failing to smother a laugh. You try not to let your current predicament fluster you, instead rising to your full height and letting the weight of your gaze pin them to their places.

“And what exactly are the three of you doing out of your quarters at this hour?” Obi-Wan’s tone is sharp and filled with all the confidence you cannot seem to find right now. To their credit, the three of them does not back down.

Emrys crosses his arms, cocking an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same, Master.”

“This is not the time to be snarky, Emrys,” you snap, narrowing your eyes at the young man. “You may be nearing the end of your training but you are not a Jedi Knight yet — you still have to abide the rules for Padawans.”

“They may not be Knights, but I am,” says Anakin. Your gaze turns to him, as does Obi-Wan’s. “And I do not think that us being awake late is worse than what our poor eyes just witnessed. Not in the council’s eyes, at least.”

“Oh, how melodramatic you are.” Obi-Wan rolls his eyes as Anakin fixes him with a glare. “Neither of you witnessed anything tonight, understood?”

“I don’t know,” Emrys says, tapping his finger to his forehead. “With how much you two like to preach about the Jedi ways I think it’d be wrong to ignore something like this. After all, doesn’t this go explicitly against the Jedi Code?”

“I agree with the idiots, you’re always saying feelings are a Jedi’s undoing,” Ahsoka chimes in, voice full of accusation.

Obi-Wan stutters, mind drawing blanks. It’s all he can do to turn his gaze to yours, question written in his eyes. “I— honestly don’t know anymore.”

“Obi, what— of course we’re in the wrong. What are you on about?” You can’t focus. All you see is Obi-Wan’s helpless eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his hands stretched out in confusion, unsure of what to do with them.

Resolve shifts behind his gaze, his voice growing steadier. “These past few months have been the happiest time of my entire life. Now, don’t you think that says something about the Jedi Code? Tell me, y/n — tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“I—” Your cheeks begin to heat up, feeling the eyes of the entire room on you. Why is he putting you on the spot like this?

“Er, maybe we should leave.” Emrys discomfort is clear as he starts to reach for Anakin’s arm.

“No, wait,” Obi-Wan says, turning to the three youngsters. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

Anakin cocks his head to the side. “As I said, Master, it would be hard to ignore something this big. It would take a lot for me to forget.”

“A hit on the head would do the job,” you mutter.

Obi-Wan ignores you, “What do you want, Anakin?”

You dislike the smile that starts to grow on the young man’s face. “Why don’t we start with something small? Like you taking care of some of our chores and boring duties. We’ll continue from there.”

“Or,” you start, glaring at Emrys and Anakin, “we don’t tell the council about your relationship either?”

“What!?” Emrys exclaims at the same time as Anakin practically shouts, “We’re not in a relationship!”

Ahsoka turns to the two men, hands on her hips. “Am I the only one here not breaking the Jedi Code? Unbelievable, all of you!”

Emrys’ fixes you with a glare, lowering his voice to a hiss. “I can’t believe you.”

You lower your face to his level. “I can’t believe you either.” Your eyes shift to Anakin, noting how his body shifts and his gaze keep flickering back to Emrys. With a sigh, you straighten. “Now, get out of here and forget this ever happened.”

“Because that’s likely to happen. God, my poor eyes,” Ahsoka mutters. Anakin smirks at her, too smug for his own good.

“Sure, whatever you say, Master,” Emrys grins, grabbing Anakin’s arm and turning to the door. You can see him whisper something in Emrys’ ear, to which his cheeks redden. They really thought you wouldn’t notice? At least you and Obi-Wan were more subtle than that.

When you hear the door close behind the three youngsters you turn to Obi-Wan, finally meeting his gaze.

“So—” he begins.

“So.”

“We finally got found out,” he chuckles, trying to hide his own awkwardness. “Long overdue if you ask me.”

“Did you really mean that?” you blurt out, unable to stop yourself.

“Mean what?”

“About being happy? With me.”

“Yes,” he says in a shaky exhale.

“Obi—”

“Just listen, y/n. I’ve followed the Jedi Code strictly as long as I can remember, word by word. No feelings, no attachments — all because the Code said it makes us vulnerable to the darkness. And yet, I’ve never felt stronger than in your presence.”

A slow smile spreads across your face. “Who knew you were such a cheeseball?”

His hands reach for your face, taking ahold of it. “y/n, I don’t know what you do to me but I adore you. I cannot let you go now.”

“I think that may have been what the Code is referring to.” You let out a chuckle despite yourself.

His lips press against your neck, leaving behind a trail of featherlight touches. “Forget about the Code. Just— tell me you want this. Us.”

You pull away to look him in the eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that seem to hold every secret within the universe, that glint that always tells you his mood. God, how you loved him.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, I want you.”

And there it is. The secret is out. The words are said. No more pretending it wasn’t real, that it was a one time thing.

No point in turning back now.

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 2 years

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Here's my halfway coherent, shoot-I-wish-I'd-actually-write-all-of-this no-Order-66 universe I've been mulling over for like two or three years:

Dead Palpatine (the hows to determine)

Kit, Agen and Saesee are NOT dead

(Adi probably isn't either tbh bc I love Adi)

People are touchy about Anakin and he's kind of absent (left? is in prison for killing Palps? not killing Palps? for turning? anyway it's a Sensitive Subject) (in the interest of limiting angst he probably helped kill Palps and left to be with Padmé but is kinda bitter about all of it, that way Liberosis fits into this and I don't have to think about it too much. the point is, things are strained and remain that way for a while)

The world is absolutely not all unicorns and sparkles but it's getting somewhere. The Jedi are Very Tired and overworked and stressed but also they get to just sit and watch sunsets and that warms them up inside

A random Senator becomes Chancellor (not Bail, Padmé or Mothma). The Republic is still licking its wounds but at least it's there

The CIS kinda collapsed without Dooku or Grievous so there's a lot of independent systems but they're not united anymore and— boring stuff. The point is: an absolute metric ton of diplomatic missions for the Jedi

Many Clones decide to stick around and get sort of folded into the Order Antarian Rangers style (the others are very happy napping on a warm planet somewhere)

Shaak Ti and Stass Allie are on Kamino helping to raise/relocate all the Clone babies so they can grow up somewhere nicer (tbd - I've written a micro fic about this one so far)

Most Jedi ditch the armor (as do a few Clones) and get the baggiest, gigantest robes they can get away with. A few others keep the armor but like, engraved and decorated

Ahsoka comes back after a lot of thinking and gets knighted

Two Jedi who got stranded on a deserted planet during the war had a baby and the Organas adopt her (very important!!! and half written and lingering in my drafts - since like, two years ago)

Obi-Wan takes Katooni as his Padawan

Ahsoka takes either Petro or Reva as her Padawan a few years later (probably Reva)

Ganodi is either Stass' or Adi's Padawan I think

Zatt is either Kit's Padawan or Jocasta's

Petro is probably Aayla's (or maybe she picks Mari Amithest and Quinlan picks Petro.)

Gungi is Plo's Padawan

Byph is Luminara's (he's a precious little duckling and deserves to be CHERISHED okay)

Barriss gets help and healing

If Dooku isn't dead, then he spends the rest of his life in a cell playing dejarik with Obi-Wan and Yoda and having tea with them and bitterly regretting his choices (while struggling to come to terms with Yoda's forgiveness and love especially - I've got a couple of very short fics toying with the idea on here and Ao3 I think)

Maul probably gets the same kind of treatment? Then I imagine he escapes and goes back to Dathomir and then to some desert to have 274 identity crises about stuff (he might also just be dead sadly - but if not he def gets to have more encounters with Obi-Wan)

Ki-Adi takes O-mer as his Padawan and Mace takes either Jinx or Tai Uzuma, in which case Cin takes Jinx (yeah, Mace and Tai, definitely. That way Caleb gets to hang out with her)

Either Shaak Ti or Bultar Swan takes Ashla

Caleb is still with Depa, Cal with Jaro, and Trilla with Cere

I want to find Masters for Ran Deezy and Farn Klin and their siblings (because they each seem to have a twin which!!! I LOVE!!! okay they could just be from the same species and not be related but idc) but I'm coming up kinda short so Agen for Farn, Rig Nema for Ran, Tiplee for Farn's twin, Eeth (who didn't left, comics can gtfo) for Ran's twin

Korkie is Duke of Mandalore (which is ALL ABOUT PACIFISM, AGAIN, because I want it that way. The Jedi drop by to say hi and help sometimes. It should be noted that he's not Obi-Wan's kid.)

The Jedi keep running into Hondo who loves them and therefore loves to make trouble for them (hey, I actually wrote that one!)

Boba is a precocious mercenary/bounty hunter trying to get noticed by some big clients like the Hutts and every so often he runs into some Clones or Jedi and a little angst ensues

A lot of time and writing is dedicated to how deeply fcked the war was and how tired and sad everybody is

BUT

like twice that is about chilling in the gardens, planting things, watching grass grow, sleeping and rebuilding and how happy and lively the children are

Yoda privately cries when he realizes that his vision of a world at peace (the one he had to let go of) did come true - and didn't. The world isn't as perfect as he dreamed but it's infinitely better because it's real

windchimeswindchimeswindchimes

Obi-Wan and Cody get to have buddy comedy solo missions

Same for Obi-Wan and individual Council members. Just hijinks all around

It is very important to me that Cody chaperones a bunch of Jedi babies going to Ilum (probably Clan Bear? but also I want it to be like 10+ years down the line so he can complain about being too old for this shit even tho he's 23 - I WANTED TO SEE CODY WITH THE YOUNGLINGS AND GRIEVOUS ROBBED ME OF THAT)

Oh also Cody was made a General after the war and immediately retired from the army. For no other reason than I think he deserves it

Idk how Qui-Gon fits into all of this so for now his only purpose is to make Dooku angst some more but in a cathartic way

Padmé occasionally drops by with the twins - and vice-versa once Anakin is either free or over himself - and Yoda is their favorite person in the world. They're not being trained as Jedi and they kinda resent it a bit but they're doing fine. They see Uncle Bail and Aunt Breha pretty often, and Aunt Sola and Uncle Darred and Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru regularly, and they're besties with Ryoo, Pooja, and Bail and Breha's adopted Jedi daughter

Some quiet domestic moments where, say, Reva comes up to the slightly older Katooni & friends to get some help with her hair because she wants to do it like Tai's but is too shy to ask directly bc Tai is intimidating, but Katooni is obviously stumped so they try to find some Masters, and the first they come across are like Stass and Shaak Ti who also don't really know how to help, and it's Luminara and Cere who save the day

Quiet Master-Padawan moments in some of the smaller Temples, learning to meditate and be in the moment

A weird period of time before Ahsoka is officially knighted where she just hangs out with Obi-Wan and repairs her relationship with him. In the years after she is knighted but before she takes her own Padawan, she mostly stays with Obi-Wan and Katooni and he's having early days of the war flashbacks with his 'two' Padawans

Animal friendship. 80% of all Jedi missions involve it

PLANTS. PLANTS AND GREENERY AND DIRT AND GREEN THINGS. BECAUSE THE JEDI NEED THOSE

#long post #sw talk #no order 66 #jedi order #jedi positivity #jedi appreciation #pro jedi #intergalactic therapists #obi-wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #jedi younglings

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short-wooloo · 1 year

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#wooloo-writes #wooloo writes #star wars #sw #agen kolar #finn #shaak ti #mace windu #obi wan kenobi #aayla secura #jedi #sw au #time travel au #the clone wars #polls #wooloo polls

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depressed-sock · 4 months

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Reaching Through the Stars to Find You Safe (9019 words) Gift for blackat_t7t! Fandom: Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Relationships: Agen Kolar/Jaster Mereel Characters: Agen Kolar, Jaster Mereel, Alpha-17 (Star Wars), CC-1010 | Fox, Alpha-26 | Maze, Original Characters Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Alternative Universe- Hidden Jedi Order, Mandalorian Empire (Star Wars), Sith Empire (Star Wars), Mission Fic, Rescue Missions, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Violence, Kidnapping, Slavery, Mand'alor Jaster Mereel, Secret Identity, fake name Preview:

Agen moves with purpose as he weaves through the crowded room. People jostle into him, yelling as they make bids on the lives they wish to own. He pulls his hood further down, hiding his face amongst its depths as he frowns in displeasure. All of this turns his stomach in an unpleasant way but it’s necessary that he doesn’t yet break his cover.

Right now he isn’t Agen Kolar, a Master of the hidden Jedi Order but Avoj, a bounty hunter whose anger is best not to be tested. And Avoj is fuming in a way that Agen cannot afford to be in normal circumstances. An anger that lies deep in his gut, that curls to invite more in. He takes in a breath and on the exhale releases the tension into the force.

It’s best to not let it fester.

He steps out of the way as a droid barrels past with a plate filled with alcoholic drinks. Letting his gaze dart around to take in his surroundings. Find the weak points, the exits. There’s not many but he can make do with the one’s available.

It’d taken him too long to find a lead. Taken him longer to find this auction that’s being held in a cavern far outside of any port on the planet. Well hidden and well supplied. Getting an invitation had been a headache and a half but Avoj has contacts well into the trade of flesh. Mostly because his contact’s bounties always seem to end up on these kinds of auctions. They’ve got a deal with most slavers to allow them a reduced price for a bit of extra money on the side, so that they can free the slave and return them to their family.

Or occasionally to a justice system that pays them far more credits.

Avoj doesn’t judge and Agen can’t afford to if he wants to keep this carefully made cover. The last one he had to burn because he’d broken his cover after only a few hours of dealing with a bounty hunter who taken pleasure in killing all their targets, including the ones they were supposed to bring back alive. And while at the time it had been necessary to kill them outright it had gotten him a whole speech from the Master of the Jedi Shadows about how Agen needs to be more careful.

He scoffs to himself as he pushes onward.

Agen doesn’t even understand why the Shadows are a separate group considering every single member of the order follows the same rules as them. Taking false identities to carry out missions, keeping their heads low so they don’t draw attention. Though considering the look of disgust he got from the Master when he voiced those thoughts maybe Agen just doesn’t understand the nuance of it all.

Agen’s eyes are drawn to the stage, to the filled cages that hold a variety of species, to the sentients that are chained together and to the stage where many of them are forced to kneel. He shifts his stance, following behind a group of people heading towards his destination on the other side of the room. Out of the corner of his eye he catches sight of a smaller figure amongst the larger slaves. A child who glares out at the crowd with gold eyes, a heavy collar on their neck that’s chained to their hands and feet.

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mercurydancer · 1 year

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Hi! Really random question but your depiction of Maul is by far my all time favorite, and I would really like to know how do you think Maul would feel about rollercoasters? I know, I know, a really dumb, random question, but I was at the Universal parks in Orlando these past few days and looking up at the newer coaster they have (the Velocicoaster, it's Jurassic World themed and fast as hell) and I don't know why but the thought of "Would Maul like the adrenaline of rollercoasters?" just poofed right into my mind. Like, would he like them or is there something about the whole thing he would avoid? the that got me thinking, how would Savage and Feral would feel? (I just re-read An Unexpected Chance and the three Oppress brothers are living in my head rent free lol) And then having them on the brain got me thinking about Eeth and Agen since they're Zabraks too would they like rollercoasters too? Then that lead to what about Tiq and Plo and MACE?? Like the wait time was about an hour but I spent a good chunk of it trying to think all this through XD Idk I just want all these characters to be happy and have fun at theme parks and live their best lives, Maker knows they deserve it :') Anyway, sorry for the long ass, random ask, but this is all buzzing in my brain and I need to get it out to someone lol

EXCUSE? Your FAVORITE?? Not even just. One of, THE favorite? Shut the fuck up, you're trying to kill me. That is entirely too nice.

Also, aside from that. Your ask ate my brain.

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“You’ve literally never been to a theme park?” Anakin asked, staring at Maul as though he’d grown another head.

Maul leveled an unamused stare on him. “Why would I want to?”

“They’re fun?” Anakin answered, his brows rising. “You get to go somewhere where there’s no consequences for going really fast, no one is in danger, and you get to just have fun for a day.”

Maul’s mouth curled, but before he could answer Ahsoka plopped on the back of the chair next to him. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Maul’s never been to a theme park.”

Maul stared at Anakin, waves of betrayal and annoyance and…

“YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO A THEME PARK?”

Oh…here it came…

“No,” Maul said, “between freeing slaves and attempting to free my Brothers from Dathomir, I did not have the time.”

Both of them got very quiet, “Oh,” Ahsoka mumbled, “yes, that’s…that’s very important.”

“But you have to have fun sometimes, Maul!” Anakin said, “even when you’re freeing slaves, I podraced and I was a slave.”

“Your Master made you for the money,” Maul said.

“Didn’t stop it from being fun,” Anakin kicked the chair, frowning. “But even so, your brothers are free! You’re working on finding… You know, I bet you the Clones would love to go to a theme park.”

�� “Anakin all three hundred thousand men could not go to the same theme park.”

“Well, no, but…we could at least take a few that might want to come?”

“Who said anything about ‘we’?”

“Where are you going?” Feral asked.

Maul closed his eyes and prayed to the Force, whatever Gods paid attention to Nightbrothers, and to the Sith itself to save him.

He opened his eyes and Feral and Savage were still there.

Fuck.

“We were talking about going to a theme park,” Ahsoka answered, grinning up at them brightly. “Have you ever gone?”

“What is a theme park?” Feral asked.

“You get to go on rides!”

Feral and Savage both stilled.

“Rollercoasters,” Maul said, “or other things of that nature. They are designed to go very fast, take you on a short track that runs up, down, side to side, and potentially upside down.”

“Oh!” Feral said, “that sounds…kind of fun?”

“No, it does not,” Maul frowned.

“You don’t know, you’ve never been,” Anakin said, sticking his nose up at him, and turning to Feral and Savage. “It is! You get to have all of the adrenaline of a fast chase or a podrace, but none of the danger. I…would admittedly like the danger, but it was the only thing that Obi-Wan let me go on when I was younger, and…I do like them. Qui-Gon doesn’t like them very much, though. He gets sick.”

“Qui-Gon gets motion sick?” Maul asked. “That might be rather funny to watch.”

“So long as you’re not anywhere near him,” Anakin said. “He threw up on Obi-Wan’s shoes.”

Maul laughed.

“Oh, that’s not a good sound,” Obi-Wan hums, and that is the moment when Maul realizes he is damned.

He is damned, because the Force, the Gods of the Nightbrothers, and even the Sith itself have all conspired to force him into this position, and he hates it.

“Be nice, Obi-Wan, he can’t help he laughs like that,” Ahsoka said.

Maul hated everything.

“What is the reason for the laughter, if I may ask?” Obi-Wan asked, choosing to ignore the comment.

Good choice.

“We’re talking about going to a theme park,” Anakin said. “Maul, Feral, and Savage have never gone. We also were talking about maybe taking some of the Clones?”

“We’d have to rent out the theme park for over a week!” Obi-Wan said. “We can’t just bring some and not all.”

“I mean we could do it, though, couldn’t we? We saved all of the Senators!”

“They’re busy rebuilding the new Senate building, they don’t have the means,” Obi-Wan denied. “But maybe we could ask…”

“I’ll ask,” Ahsoka beams, “Feral, Savage, come with me! And call…Cote, he knows how to look very polite.”

Maul blinked, watching as she grabbed his brother’s hands and dragged them out, Anakin following. Maul looked to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan just grinned.

Fuck.

Maul was staring at a theme park.

This in itself would have been bad enough, but he was somehow staring at a theme park with an entourage that consisted of Feral, Savage, Ahsoka, Anakin, Agen, Depa, Eeth, Mace, Plo, Qui-Gon, Tiq, Yoda, Yaddle, a handful of Brothers that decided that they would like to come, and a massive amount of Clones. There were also plenty of other Jedi, but they were keeping their distance and had spent more time mingling. Boba had also come, with Bail and Breha who were taking care of him while his father got his shit together, and of course that meant that Padmé was also there.

Maul still did not understand how this had happened. All he knew is apparently Ahsoka had asked his brothers and Cote to all stand there and look very sad when Ahsoka explained that they had never been to a theme park before.

Somehow, the combination of the Jedi having saved the Galaxy, the Clones having been trained from decanting to be Soldiers, and the Nightbrothers having been slaves from birth had combined to the agreement of a special day that was to celebrate them, as well as show off to the Galaxy how good the theme park was. The tradeoff for a free time was basically lots of publicity.

Maul hated publicity.

They were making a speech, Maul could see, not really paying attention to what they were saying, but aware of how they were speaking of the importance of joy, of laughter, and talking about how important it was to give it to people that had never had it.

Maul wanted to roll his eyes. They had joy, and plenty of laughter, and he could tell that his brothers were shifting, something unhappy buzzing in their souls. The Clones, the Soldiers also seemed a bit unsure, but…

Free theme park.

For more than a week.

And then they finally opened the gates, clearly hoping for a massive pouring in… But they had forgotten that the people they were welcoming had been slaves and soldiers and also Jedi – who were naturally repressed.

There was no rush to the gate, the people applauding as they walked through in their lines were forced to applaud for much longer than they clearly had hoped for.

That was funny.

They finally made it through, were told to ‘cut loose,’ try what they wanted, everything was open, everything was free, including the food. They had typical theme park fair, which…was fine. Maul thought. He hadn’t ever had any.

He’d find out.

They finally made it through the gate which closed behind them, there was a pause as the Nightbrothers and the Soldiers all clearly waited for someone to tell them what to do…

“Find a ride!” Ahsoka yelled out, “AND START, PLAYING!”

There was a pause, and they finally started to drift. The Nightbrothers stayed close together, Maul very aware of the small kittens that they were walking with, carefully protected in the center. They had heard that the theme park was meant to be fun for children, and both the Clones and the Brothers had brought their younglings with them. And then, of course, Ahsoka had grabbed his hand and was beaming at him.

“Come on,” she said, her eyes wide and delighted, “we have to try a roller coaster!”

“Must we?” Maul asked, but it was over before it had begun, finding himself running after her as she dragged him. Anakin was right next to him, and then his brothers were coming. They ran towards, predictably, the biggest, fastest looking coaster in the entire park.

Maul noticed though, that as they ran, a few more of the Clones and the Brothers began moving faster towards whatever caught their eye. He could see his Brothers pointing out different rides, crouching down towards the kittens, speaking to them quietly.

Maul still did not know how he felt about the kittens.

They were very small.

There were still reflections in their eyes when he looked at them. Reflections and glimpses of happiness, but also terrible pain.

Everything was still confused. Tiq said it would get better, and had been working with him to put together his memories. There was so much to sort through… But his introspection was solidly interrupted at the sight of the coaster before them.

Ahsoka looked up, and up…and then turned to him with the biggest smile. “You ready for your first roller coaster?”

Maul stared at it, felt his mouth twist at the corners.

“Yes!” Feral called out, standing next to him. “Do you mind if I steal my twin?”

Ahsoka grinned, and let go of his hand, Maul finding Feral’s grip on his other hand suddenly, looking up to his brother.

“You want to go together?”

Maul sighed, “fine.”

And then they had walked into line and were lining up. As they walked through the empty walkway that was meant to force them into some manner of order, Maul watched as more Clones and Brothers lined up. There were no younglings, all of them too small, but he noticed a few of the Clones he knew.

The blond one that had been there for Boba, had taken the name Rex the last he’d heard, was following up Anakin, Anakin striking up a happy conversation with him.

They were getting closer after that, joining in the conversation, and Maul was happy to see that his Brothers were doing the same.

Feral grinned at him and Maul found himself smiling back without hesitation. It was a…strange reaction, one he was not used to, but did not mind.

They finally made it to the coaster itself, standing there for a moment as they decided where to sit, before Feral tugged him towards the front. Maul followed without thought, Savage behind them. The coaster was divided into six separate cars, four seats within them, and Maul was surprised to realize it required them to stand up. Each individual seat would adjust to the height of the person in them.

“Well, at least your legs won’t be dangling,” Feral grinned, waggling his brows at him.

Maul sneered.

One of the operators approached – also a Zabrak, a wide grin on her mouth. Feral’s hand tightened on his own, and Maul held tight, taking a step forward. She paused for a moment, her gaze darting between them and stopped a reasonable distance back, that smile still on her mouth. Maul in that one moment was grateful. Her smile was warm, and there was no hint that she had meant to get closer, no hurt, and nothing to suggest that she was annoyed.

“Hello,” she said, “welcome to the Jackhammer,” she grinned with all her teeth, “before I let you on, I am going to ask that you put these…” she lifted up a series of caps that Maul realized would fit on their horns, “on the horns most likely to hit the seat. Thank you for your cooperation, as soon as you have them on we’ll get you situated in your ride.”

She went down the line, another working from the back of the car, the two of them handing out caps.

Maul sighed, working them on his horns, Feral and Savage doing the same, and finally going over to adjust themselves in the seat, the other operator helping them get situated and buckling them up, making sure they were in place and situated.

It was a remarkably efficient thing, and Maul wondered mildly about the term ‘jackhammer.’

He had a feeling that some of the non-Zabraks weren’t about to have a good time.

Once they were all adjusted they turned their attention to the Operator, who was grinning at all of them.

“Hello everybody and welcome to the Jackhammer, we are going to take you 62 meters up, drop you at 90 degrees, roll around at a lovely and brisk 70 mph, and take you on more loop the loops and hops than you want to think about. If you’re not seeing stars by the end of it – you’re not on the Jackhammer, thank you for riding~”

She had pressed the button to start the ride before any of them had time to process, the car rolling forward quickly before the chain caught hold of them, slowly beginning to ratchet them up.

Feral was suddenly leaning over. “Maul, Maul, what did she mean seeing stars? Are we going to be okay?”

Maul paused for a moment, realizing that the end of the chain was coming up shortly, they were getting higher and higher, the view expansive. There were so many Clones, there were so many Brothers, and the realization that a few of them had started to run, to push at each other… Maul was suddenly in a good mood. He turned to Feral.

“No.”

And then they were going straight down as the chain released them, and Feral and Savage were screaming.

Maul laughed.

And also found that he was right.

Maul knew what the coaster was going to do, could predict what the forces would be, his natural affinity with machines and with the forces that worked on them meant that it was nearly impossible for it to surprise him. There was not much adrenaline, his body shifting slightly to prepare for each wild loop, and bounce. The speed was nice, and his brothers’ shrieking was also nice, but…

It wasn’t precisely…exciting.

He figured that was alright though.

They finally made it to the end of the coaster, the stops jerking them to a halt, Feral and Savage heaving for breath. Maul couldn’t help the grin on his face.

They were released from the seats, and Maul turned to Savage and Feral, who were staring at him…

Maul took off the caps on his horns, put them where they belonged, watching as they did the same…and then ran.

They chased after him.

Maul led them on a wild chase down the exit ramp, laughing all the while as they hollered various threats, amusement nonetheless burning bright in the words, and in their auras.

Feral finally caught hold of him as Maul decided he was done running, lifting him up, and for a moment Maul did not understand where this was going, and then Savage clocked his head against Maul’s own at a high rate of speed.

That was adrenaline.

It was a very SOLID thunk! Their horns interlocking and the feeling of another Zabrak latching on after the headbutt was a burst of adrenaline and amusement, and Maul grinned wide.

“Upset?”

“I thought we were going to die,” Savage said.

“I thought that was part of the appeal?”

THUNK!

Maul laughed, Feral dropping him down and thunking him a couple times as well.

“Alright,” Maul laughed, “I’m sorry,” he grinned. “Shall we go on another?”

“Yeah, sure!” Feral beamed.

“Another big one?”

“Why not,” Savage agreed. “Did you enjoy it?”

“It was…alright,” Maul said. “Your reactions were enjoyable though.”

“Happy to please,” Feral rolled his eyes and Maul grinned.

They walked through the park, talking to various Brothers, and Clones, meeting up with Padmé for another ride. She smiled wide, hugging them.

“I’m so happy you’re all here,” she said, pulling back. “Come on, let’s go.”

They met different people as they went through various rides, Maul finding that the rides were nonetheless mostly the same.

Maul rode with Tiq and Plo once, finding with surprise that Plo rather loved roller coasters. They were safe adrenaline, as Plo put out, and they weren’t dangerous enough to threaten his rebreather, so he could ride safely. Tiq enjoyed going with Plo because he went on the bigger ones.

And then he found Depa and Mace and the realization that there were racing coasters was enough to get them on a coaster together, while Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were on another. Qui-Gon was looking a particularly interesting shade of green, Savage and Feral cheering for them, planning on racing the winner. Maul couldn’t help but laugh.

Naturally, their car won, leading to much consternation and yelling from Ahsoka and Anakin.

Obi-Wan pretended to be above it until Maul informed him that it was about as slow as he was. And then he was perfectly interested in sassing.

Maul didn’t give him the opportunity.

Agen and Eeth were more than happy to join them for some of the rides that were too violent for humans, whooping and hollering all the while. It was funny watching Agen tease Eeth, and Maul was happy to bask in the feeling of their amusement, their happiness that they were there, they were safe.

They found Yoda in the kiddie area, as well as a swarm of kittens listening to him talk about Jedi stories, their eyes wide, purring all around.

They immediately jumped on Feral and Savage and Maul when they saw them, happily yelling out about how happy they were to see them. Maul still did not know how to feel about that.

In the end…Maul thought it was not that bad, though the roller coasters remained the least favorite. There were a few that went in different directions, and he didn’t mind the ones that threw a curve at him, but most of the time they were…pleasant. Which he didn’t think was meant to be the point, but he found that while he was not sure about the rides themselves, he more than enjoyed the company.

Maul had been alone for so long…he was getting to the point where he could feel the edges of his tolerance fraying, but it was not…entirely unpleasant.

They finally sat at one of the tables after they had ridden so many rides Feral’s legs were like jelly. There was amusement burning between them, Maul finding that he had been in more hornlocks than he had in his entire life. There were Clones around them, ones that he did not know by name yet, but ones that immediately recognized them.

They were very happy to talk, sharing snacks, and discussing what else they were planning on doing.

It was getting dark by the time they were on the last ride, and when they came in for a halt the sight of fireworks lighting up the sky signaled the end of the day, and a celebration that would last most of the night.

All in all…not that bad of an experience.

Maul would never admit it.

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Diaries of Eloise and Agatha Stanbury and Ira Waterhouse

Taglist: @painful-pooch (also @octopus-reactivated and @maracujatangerine since your actor pet post sparked this idea I'm tagging you too! Even though there isn't much acting whump actually in this, only the characters...)

Recently digitised diary entries of former pets Eloise and Agatha Stanbury, and their guardian Ira Waterhouse. All three were British pet liberation activists in the early to mid 20th century. These entries are from before they set up the Dockside Boarding House, commonly regarded as the first and longest-running safehouse in Britain.

[note from Calixte Văduva, Assistant Archivist to Raphael Fiori, Apprentice Digital Assistant: take out longest-running, you idiot. You want people to know where they live?]

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CWs: BBU, pet whump, film whump, recovery whump, broken jaw mention, non-con nudity (non-sexual) mention, PTSD, whipping mention, gagged mention, kidnapping mention, beating mention

Diary of Eloise Stanbury, January 1927 - August 1928

Related topics: Eloise Stanbury, Agatha Stanbury, Ira Waterhouse, Pet Liberation History, World Pet History, 1920s Britain, Social History, British Diaries

Transcribed by Calixte Văduva, Assistant Archivist at Rising Sun Bay Archive, Rising Sun Bay, ON

1st of January 1927

Dear Diary,

Agatha is teaching me to rede and rite, and as it is a new year I am of a mind to rite down sum of my thorts. I am asured this is entirely privat. We shall see.

Master's film studio went bankrupt last month. I cannot express how relieved I am. Surely now they will stop serching for us. I hope so. If we ar found we ar ded, I no this. The collaps has, however, stirred up my memories and the titeness in my gut again.

One of my strongest memories of the studio is wen we filmed propaganda during the Great War. It was the only time Agatha and I wer involved in filming for the war effort, but it was time enuf. Agatha and I spent ar time not filming counting the ways the film munishons factory treated pets differently to ar real one. And Agatha sumhow laffed so hard, she disrupted the paid crew and snorted thin gruel out her nose.

Then the camera operator broke her jaw so she culd not disturb them agen. It was okay, cos she did not need to talk and they only needed to film her back anyway, but then Master bete her later for showing him up, until she culd barely work. That part was wors.

My dremes ar confusing, full of fire and drowning even tho I was never in the fire. Ira ses it's cos I am so scared of fire. Agatha ses it's cos I almost drowned. I am not so sure of either. Maybe it is a punishment, for burning down the studio. Maybe I should not hav dun that. I am a free pet but a pet nonetheless, and arson is a crime.

Agatha's braver than me. She makes me braver too. I would never have dared laff before she was rented to Master, let alone run. I'm not sure the defians was always good for her tho. She has many scars, inside and out. I luv her, scars and all, but I don't no how she can be so brave.

There was a servis on Christmas for the local heros of the Great War. Mr Foster was mentioned. That scares me. He scares me, and I do not understand how Agatha is not scared. He was her owner for over a decade, after all.

She scoffed at that, wen I asked. She sed that there's no reason for her to be afrade, and she wuld like to find and thank the soldier who killed Mr Foster. She also sed he's not a hero. I think she should be careful. We didn't see the body. Wat if he comes back?

It's stupid. I no it's stupid. Even if he was still alive he'd hav better things to do than come after Agatha. He'd hav to, right? And I am grateful that he's ded. If he wasn't, I may not hav been abl to stay with Agatha after the Great War ended. It just feels wrong to celebrate so much wen we never saw a body.

Ira's talking about buying a bording hous, away from here. We're so close to the site of the new National Pet Training Centre, and it feels like there ar inspectors around every corner now. Also I do not understand half of wat Ira says about lacking in the gud food and spase, cos this is the best I hav ever eaten and I can live on far less, but I think that is also a reason. I do not no why a bording hous tho. I am scared to move, this is the safest I hav ever felt, but I will hav Agatha and Ira, and I will not go back to being a pet.

My name is Eloise Stanbury, sister, possibly, to Agatha Stanbury, ward of Ira Waterhouse, and I am a free woman.

Eloise Stanbury

Diary of Agatha Stanbury, October 1926 - February 1927

Related topics: Agatha Stanbury, Eloise Stanbury, Ira Waterhouse, Pet Liberation History, World Pet History, 1920s Britain, Social History, British Diaries

Transcribed by Calixte Văduva, Assistant Archivist at Rising Sun Bay Archive, Rising Sun Bay, ON

26th of December, 1926

Dear Diary,

Eloise asked me yesterday whether I am still afraid of Mr Foster. I think I managed to convince her that I am not, but we shall see. She has enough on her plate without worrying about me too. She's terrified already, and if she knows I am scared it will make her worse.

I am scared, though. So scared. Mr Foster is dead but I cannot forget everything he did to me. The decade when clothes were an extremely rare occurrence, when I almost forgot my own name. He once claimed that training was half the fun in owning a pet, and it showed. I came to London for the season and was kidnapped to be his pet instead. The scars are never going to leave me.

I cannot sleep alone in the dark anymore. I used to love it, until Mr Foster, but now it's like I cannot get my mind out of his house. Even after being owned by Mr Hayes instead for over ten years I cannot do it. How can it be legal to leave a person in your will, anyway? I confess that the lack of pet owning in my parents' circles has left me rather ignorant in the matter, but it still seems wrong.

Mr Foster was terrifying. He still is. I see him in half the faces on the streets, when I am brave enough to leave the house. Eloise says I'm brave, but I am not so sure. If I was so brave, surely Mr Foster's rules and sadism would not still be so affecting?

Ira does not agree with me. She says it is perfectly reasonable, that soldiers still have shell shock so why shouldn't I be affected by being scarred? I am unsure what to do with that.

I have fought, but it was not a war. Soldiers are not caged naked and gagged with horrible experimental gags, or whipped and beaten by sadists. They are not scarred on film simply because the starring pet is too valuable to be damaged herself.

That sounds like I blame Eloise. I do not. None of this was her fault. I hope, if I had ever become an actor as a person, I would have paid attention to the pets forced to perform, but most likely I wouldn't. I try not to think about that.

Mr Foster still haunts me, awake and asleep. Eloise does not know. She cannot know. She has enough nightmares of her own, and I do not want to wake her up from mine. I am so, so glad Mr Foster is dead, and I think (I hope) that Eloise thinks that is all I am. I told her the truth, just not the whole truth. I really would like to thank the soldier who killed Mr Foster. But I also wish I was not constantly so scared.

With love

Agatha Stanbury

Diary of Ira Waterhouse, December 1926 - October 1927

Related topics: Ira Waterhouse, Agatha Stanbury, Eloise Stanbury, Pet Liberation History, World Pet History, 1920s Britain, Social History, British Diaries

Transcribed by Calixte Văduva, Assistant Archivist at Rising Sun Bay Archive, Rising Sun Bay, ON

Wednesday, December 8th, 1926

Not content with having a London office, the WRU are now building a large training centre nearby. It's too close. Far too close. The numbers of inspectors and recapture officers are increasing daily it seems like now work has started, and my girls haven't left the house for days. Even when they do, they come back spooked, especially Eloise. If she was a cat, her hair would stand on end constantly.

The supporters of this new 'pet' class claim that it's entirely voluntary. Maybe for some it is. Maybe they really believe that. But if you're signing a lifetime contract, and being given a drug that's supposed to induce amnesia, making you more compliant and reliant on your owners, I'm not sure that it counts.

It is not always voluntary, anyway. A few weeks ago, Agatha told me her story of being kidnapped into it. How she tried to show an inspector her lack of a seller's mark and number, and he had her tattooed for a bribe. There must be others like her. As bad as the pet trade is, it feels even worse without even the pretence of volunteering.

We need to move. We are so close to the training centre, and one day our house is sure to be inspected. The girls will certainly be taken and killed, with no regard to even Agatha's kidnapping (I have my suspicions about her upbringing but I cannot find any living relatives in the society pages). And I won't come out of it well either.

I have been thinking of starting a boarding house. There must be others like my girls in need of a kind hand and an escape from the wretched pet system. I had to stop giving Agatha cleaning chores because she'd tremble in fear until I declared the house spotless, and Eloise sometimes stays in one spot for hours, forgetting that she is allowed and able to move. Even, maybe especially, if she's uncomfortable. They are both scarred, inside and out, and I'm sure there are others who could use a safe place to stay, at the very least.

I haven't brought my idea up to either of the girls yet, although I feel certain that neither would object to it. They're both kind people, although Eloise wouldn't like me calling her that. She gets prickly when anyone except Agatha says nice things about her.

If Eloise was an animal, she would definitely be a cat.

Ira Waterhouse

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I’ve been thinking about the Jedi Order and their birth cultures again, how we see such a limited scope of perspective on those 10,000 Jedi that make up the Order yet even within that limited amount, we see many examples of more than one person from the same species/culture. Shaak Ti and Ahsoka Tano. Luminara Unduli and Barriss Offee. Adi Gallia and Stass Allie and Katooni. Aayla Secura and Finn Ertay. Eeth Koth and Agen Kolar. Yoda and Yaddle and Grogu. These Jedi are not alone in balancing their specific birth culture and their Jedi culture--and those are just the ones we see onscreen in the movies and tv shows! There’s a ton more that we never see because they’re not the focus of the main plot, but given the diversity we see constantly in the Order, they have to be there. And it’s interesting to me that, of all the examples, the ones that seem to put the most importance on their birth cultures are Luminara and Barriss, the clothing, the tattoos, the prayer statue--and that’s the pairing where the Jedi put them together, the two Mirialan Jedi are the ones who would want that sacred master&student bond in their lives, so that’s what the Jedi do. No Jedi is alone in their connections to their birth culture and each of them decides how much they want to pursue it, but the on-screen evidence points to that Jedi do make space for that and put value on those connections and culture.

#jedi order #meta

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| Previous Scene- Ruminations |

[I can’t fucking believe how long this took me to get to a place that I actually felt satisfied with, and made sense, and didn’t have so many OOC moments. Not sorry in advance for all the references to stuff that isn’t Star Wars. And you’re welcome to those who came from the fandoms that have been referenced here. But also sorry for the cringe and insane confusion]

{Palpatine’s Office}

(Enter four Jedi. Amongst them is Mace Windu, who leads them through the hallway towards the Sith Lord, who turns to face him) “Master Windu. I take it General Grevious has been destroyed then.” (As the four Jedi get in position) “I must say you’re here sooner than expected.”

(Master Windu takes his lightsaber out, prompting the other three Jedi to do the same) “In the name of the Galactic Senate of the Republic…” (Igniting the blades) “… you are under arrest, Chancellor.”

*anger* “Are you threatening me, Master Jedi?”

“The senate will decide your fate.”

[a meme. Once again, we have another meme] “I am the senate.”

“Not yet.”

(Palpatine stands… and uses the Force to pull out his lightsaber) “It’s treason, then.”

(He ignites his red blade… and does a fucking corkscrew spin through the air before slaughtering Agen Kolar. Then Saesee Tiin. For only a brief moment, Kitt Fisto is still alive… before he too is killed by a red blade. The fight is now between Windu and the Sith Lord. They duke it out through the hallway, having a brief moment where they struggle. It’s during this period that the Everdeen-Skywalker Extension arrives. As they run inside the building, Windu and Palpatine continue their duel. Even though Palpatine is far older, Windu is far more experienced with a lightsaber and knows several different ways to combat the attacks. They reach the window, which ends up breaking. They pay no attention to the wind, continuing to duel. And Windu gets the upper hand when he kicks his opponent in the face, causing Palpatine to drop his lightsaber. Palpatine acts cowardly, but Windu sees right through his ruse. Katniss and Anakin arrive just in time to see Windu pointing his lightsaber at the chancellor’s face) “You are under arrest, my lord.”

(Katniss can see through the ruse too) “Ani-“

(Anakin shakes his head, doesn’t want her to see him like this. Palpatine is ready to manipulate the situation) “Anakin… I told you it would come to this.”

(Katniss shakes her head) “Anakin-“

“I was right. The Jedi are taking over!”

(Katniss sees her brother grabbing his lightsaber, goes to stop him… but she suddenly keels over in agony. Like before, Katniss feels her brain being poked and prodded. But this time, the pain is much worse) “Ugh!”

(Windu doesn’t care for this drama) “The oppression of the Sith will never return. You have lost.”

(On Katniss, still hellbent on ensuring that her brother is safe from the evil in front of them) *Palpatine OC* “No. No! No! YOU WILL DIE!”

(Lightning shoots from Palpatine’s fingers, causing everyone to shield their eyes. Windu uses his lightsaber to deflect the lightning. Katniss forces herself to stand, still absolutely desperate to keep Anakin safe. The pain in her head is lingering) “Anakin.”

(He helps her stay upright) “I got you.”

“HE’S A TRAITOR!”

“HE IS THE TRAITOR!!!!!”

(Palpatine glances over at the extensions, knowing how risky it would be to separate them from each other) “I have the power to save the ones you love! You must choose!”

“Don’t listen to him, Anakin!”

“Your sister’s life doesn’t need to end! You volunteered to save her life! I can show you how to save her from her fate!”

(Katniss shakes her head) “No.”

“Your mind may change one day, my dear!”

“NO!”

“Anakin! Don’t let him kill me! Don’t let him kill me!”

(Katniss sees the lightsaber in Anakin’s hand, tries to grab it… but she is suddenly met with that awful pain in her head) *suffering* “AH!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

(Anakin’s eyes fill with tears, frightened by the prospect of losing his sister without even trying to save her) [it’s like poetry. It rhymes… but you’ll understand later] “Katniss?”

(Palpatine forms another idea in his mind. But he focuses on this moment) “Please! Don’t let him kill me!” (Apologies. I forgot to mention that Palpatine’s face is now scarred and deformed by his own Force lightning) “I can’t hold it any longer.” [🙄] *💀?* “I- I can’t- I- I am… weak.”

(Katniss fights through the pain in her head, looking at the man whose face is no longer recognizable. But she does recognize what’s happening here: a game) *President Coriolanus Snow Archive Audio, The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part One* “Miss Everdeen…” (Katniss knows for certain that she’s not projecting anything on this situation, but she doesn’t know why this memory is coming up right now. She didn’t even want it to come right now… but how could it possibly happen without her- That pain returns, stronger this time) “… you couldn’t run from this…” (She grits her teeth, gripping her head) “… any more than you could have run from the Games.”

(Anakin is torn between three sides: Master Windu, Palpatine, and Katniss. His protective instincts are stronger than ever- practically shrieking at him to get his sister out of this place and run away from here- but he’s increasingly concerned about the fact that the Jedi have been keeping secrets from him. And the man who has been a very important part of his life is about to die… with the secrets that could help save Padmè) *Palpatine OC* “I’m too weak. Anakin.” (The old man finally gives up, putting his hands down. The lightning disappears) “Help me.” (As he slumps) “Help me!”

(Katniss is running out of options, finding herself getting increasingly weak from the pain in her head. That… and her nose has started bleeding- No. That’s not blood, right? No. That is blood. It’s not a fatal amount, but it’s certainly a cause for concern) [absolutely not foreshadowing for Eleven or any of the other characters from Stranger Things. This is something else. We’ll get there] *🤕🤒* “Anakin… please.”

[sir, read the room. Read the fucking room] “I- I- I can’t… hold on any longer.”

(Anakin looks between the chancellor and his sister. He sees the blood coming from her nose, feeling the fear and confusion coming from her) [listen… I let the intrusive thoughts win here. I’m sorry. Please don’t get the wrong idea] *Erica, help* “Katniss, just hold on.”

(Master Windu is certainly wanting to get this whole thing over with, but it’s very clear that Katniss’s well being is at risk. Alas, the priority is the very dangerous man in front of his purple lightsaber) “I am going to end this, once and for all!”

*Anakin OC* “You can’t.” (On Katniss, feeling her body move on its own accord… but she doesn’t like where it’s going) “He must stand trial.”

*unknown feminine VO, in Katniss’s mind* “Watch… for the sake of reality.”

(Katniss’s back is now against the wall of the office, and she’s unable to get her body to listen to her own brain. So she’s forced to use her voice… the only thing she still has control of) *as much strength as she can muster* “Anakin.”

(Master Windu senses the intense pain and fear in her mind… and it’s not the same fear coming from Anakin, who says only two words…) “Trust me.”

“He has control of the senate and the courts! He’s too dangerous to be left alive.”

[lies. Lies everywhere] “I’m too weak. Ooh… don’t kill me. Please.”

[did I mention… the impact that can happen to the environment in which our characters visit/ reside in? I feel like I did] “Then we’ll have to put him on trial in a different court! One where he doesn’t have any control!” (On Windu, listening to this but still keeping watch of the Sith on the window sill) *Anakin OC* “We can take the chancellor to District Thirteen, in Panem! The people there will have no choice but to be impartial because they have no idea-“

(Katniss stops Anakin from making any more impulsive decisions, wanting to protect him from being punished by… well, it really doesn’t matter) “No! Anakin, that’s not going to work!”

“You negotiate with Coin, like you did for Peeta!”

“She won’t listen! She’ll just kill him anyway!”

[yes. I did this. But not to be funny] *these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane* “Enough is enough! I have had it with this discussion! I have had it with your interference in the ways of our world, Miss Everdeen! You come from an entirely different world than ours! I have been too lenient with you and your family, and this is clear to see! Anakin has been too attached to you, and it’s time for it to end!”

*weak Sith noises, question mark* “Anakin… remember… who the real enemy is.”

“Master Windu, it’s not the Jedi way!”

(Katniss groans, finally getting the strength to fight back against this unknown force that took over her body) “Anakin, we have to go now!”

(Windu really has had enough) “Stay out of this, Katniss!”

(Anakin has already made his choice) “He must live!”

(Katniss is halfway to her brother’s side when she feels her brain getting poked again) *unknown feminine VO, in Katniss’s mind* “This is what must happen. You can’t interfere now. I am sorry… but after this moment, your brother will no longer require you as his backer.”

(Windu is ready to put an end to the enemy. Said enemy cowers) “Please don’t.”

(Katniss grabs onto Anakin’s arm, but he pulls back) “I need him!”

“Anakin, don’t do this!”

(The purple lightsaber is raised, ready to slice Palpatine) “Please don’t!”

(One final time, Katniss tries to take Anakin away from this… but the whole scene suddenly starts to slow down. All… except Katniss. The pain in her head is now even worse than before, and the fabric of reality is beginning to break. Katniss suddenly realizes what she’s really been doing… and it makes her feel even worse than she ever did before. She decides to give up on trying to help her brother stay on the right path, which instantly causes the scene to return to normal. Anakin sees that Katniss is no longer by his side… which gives him the freedom to activate his lightsaber and make the most important but detrimental decision in his life) “No!!!”

(Just before Windu can slay the evil monster with his weapon, his hand is sliced off by Anakin Skywalker! It causes him to scream in agony. Katniss watches as Palpatine goes from weak… to insanely strong in seconds. The lightning shoots from his fingertips, aimed at the now defenseless Jedi who tried to kill him) *Ian McDiarmid, winner of both Olivier Award for Best Actor and Tony Award for Best Featured Actor in a Play, intensifies* “POWER!!!!!!!!” [interesting fact you might not have known: Ian McDiarmid was in the Shakespeare Company. So… no fucking wonder he murdered this role. You’re welcome] (Anakin and Katniss both watch this incredible display of the Dark Side of the Force, all the while feeling the sense of regret for their own actions that led to this moment. Darth Sidious, however, is indeed grateful for their decisions. He thrives upon the euphoria of being free to show his true colors. His evil, unapologetic, wretched, unforgiving self. His eyes are yellow, and his skin- still so distorted from his own Force lightning- only adds to his incredibly horrific appearance. It’s sure to give Katniss a new nightmare to dread having in the nights to come. Anakin glances over at his sister as he deactivates his lightsaber, then turns back to look at the vile scene before him: Master Windu is looking increasingly like a corpse as the Force lightning strikes him with a vengeance) “UNLIMITED POWER!”

(And with that- and this is not a pun- Jedi Master Mace Windu goes out the window, falling to his death [in the script, the office is twenty stories above the ground. It’s safe to say that this is definitely a canon death]. Satisfied with this, Sidious sighs and stops shooting lightning. Katniss is horrified, the blood from her nose is dried now. The pain in her head is gone, but she feels a pain even worse now. And this time, it’s not in her head: it’s a wonder I haven’t turned to the Dark Side. Meanwhile, Anakin is absolutely horrified by the things that happened just before now) *hayden Christensen intensifies* “What have I done?”

(As Sidious stands and walks to the Jedi traitor, he sees that the Mockingjay is still here. He doesn’t mind, of course. In fact… he prefers that she stays in the room. Anakin lets his lightsaber clatter to the floor, slumping in the chair behind him. Darth Sidious stands before the twenty three year old man, and his words make Katniss’s heart break even further) “You’re fulfilling your destiny, Anakin.” [ladies, gentlemen and nonbinary friends, introducing the conductor of the toxic gossip train. A groomer, a loser, and Satan] “Become my apprentice. Learn to use the Dark Side of the Force.”

(Anakin Skywalker’s heart pounds, feeling the shame washing over him: I’m sorry, mom) [listen… I’m sure this is not what he had in mind when he made that “I won’t fail again” eulogy. It’s not a head canon… it’s a fucking fact. That being said… Snow is an evil piece of shit] “I will do whatever you…” (Is that vomit coming up? No. No, he’s just out of breath, that’s all) “… ask.”

(Sidious grins) *ew, what the fuck is this tone??! ew!* “Good.”

“Just help me save Padmè’s life.” (On Katniss, feeling her head getting poked yet again… even though she has no intention of trying to stop this moment) *Anakin OC* “I can’t live without her.”

(Katniss grits her teeth, clutching her head as she feels her brain being messed with by some unknown force) *unknown feminine VO, in Katniss’s mind* “The damage here is incredibly bad. I’m so sorry, my child.”

(Sidious’s breath is raspy, almost demonic) [

listen: I needed to reference my silly angel demon hunter romance show, okay? Also, I should mention that Destiel gets a reciprocal love confession. You’re welcome. Also, the gays aren’t buried forever. Again, you are welcome] “To cheat death is a power only one has achieved, but if we work together…” (On Anakin, getting on his knees with an expression that really shouldn’t give me itty bitty butterflies in my tummy and sunshine in my heart… and makes me feel other things-) *Sidious OC* “… I know we can discover the secret.”

*sir… stop making me a thirsty bitch* “I pledge myself… to your teachings.” [I swear to god, I’m trying my hardest not to be so fucking thirsty… BUT THIS MAN!!!! 🥵😭]

(On Katniss, her nose bleeding again, but from a different nostril now) *Sidious OC* “Good.” (On Anakin, deep shame and guilt on his face. He looks away from the yellow eyes of his new master) “Good.” (Sidious is proud to say…) *incredibly demonic* “The Force is strong with you.” (On Anakin, completely submitting himself to the Dark Side) [seriously, look at him. He looks submissive as fuck! WHAT WAS THE REASON??!!!!!!!!]

*Sidious OC* “A powerful Sith you will become.” (On Katniss, trying really hard to ignore the pain in her head. She is desperate to save her literary brother) “Henceforth, you shall be known as Darth… Vader.”

[dum dum dum dum da dum dum da dum] “Thank you… my master.”

(Katniss sobs silently as the realization hits like a brick wall: she failed to keep her brother safe from turning into something that he wasn’t… just like Peeta. Sidious thrives on her pain, and he is looking forward to using her to his advantage) “Rise.” (Darth Vader, fallen Jedi Knight, stands. He looks over his shoulder, checking in on his sister. He notes the new blood coming from her nose, feels concerned immediately) *Sidious OC* “Because the Council did not trust you, my young apprentice, I believe you are the only Jedi with no knowledge of this plot.” (Sidious is now at his desk, now wearing a red robe) “When the Jedi learn what has transpired here, they will kill us… along with all the senators.”

[Shakespeare in the park. Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?] (The Sith Lord puts his hood up as Vader speaks for the first time since his dark baptism) “I agree. The Council’s next move will be against the senate.”

“Every single Jedi, including your friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, is now an enemy of the Republic.”

(Katniss’s face is pale, her eyes are barely able to stay open from all the blood coming down her nose. Vader can feel her strength wavering) “I understand, Master.”

[dude. Fuck you. All my homies hate you] “We must move quickly. The Jedi are relentless. If they are not all destroyed, it will be civil war without end.” (Vader feels the weight of this decision on his shoulders, but he listens carefully to his master) “First… I want you to go to the Jedi Temple. We will catch them off balance.” [the fucking irony here… BECAUSE YOURE TALKING TO THE CHOSEN ONE, WHO IS SUPPOSED TO BRING BALANCE TO THE FORCE!!!! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID, IT MAKES ME SICK!] (As his apprentice walks to him) “Do what must be done, Lord Vader. Do not hesitate. Show no mercy. Only then will you be strong enough with the Dark Side to save Padmè.”

(Vader’s heart is pounding with worry over his sister, who is now barely clinging to consciousness) “What about the other Jedi spread across the galaxy?” [like Ahsoka Tano, for example? Does she get to live? SHE DID NOTHING!]

“Their betrayal will be dealt with.” (Sits) “After you have killed all the Jedi in the Temple…” [minus two younglings. 🤫🤭😏 Was an accident but whatever] “… go to the Mustafar system. Wipe out Viceroy Gunray and the other Separatist leaders. Once more, the Sith will rule the galaxy! And… we shall have… peace.”

[oh, no, no no no. We’re not yet transitioning to the very triggering scene which I think it would be wise to skip if that bothers you. We need to address the little bird in the room] “Master… my extension is dying.”

(Oh. This would definitely ruin his plan for universal domination) “Yes. I would hate for her life to end here. Her family… and her friends… are too important. We cannot cut them down. The world nearly tore apart around us. That is why they are here, to protect us from that.” [to quote Mark Fishbach: You shut the fuck up (x4)! I hope you die in a fire! Shut the fuck up!]

“I don’t want to lose my sister-“

“And you won’t. Before you leave for Mustafar, confront her father. I have a feeling that he is behind her pain.”

“What do we do about the Doctor?”

“Nothing.” [wise choice, my evil guy] “I suspect he is merely a puppet in Peter Pan’s game… as are the rest of Team Mix-In.” [you motherfucking asshole. How dare you]

(Vader’s eyes fill with tears as he walks to Katniss’s weakened body, gently lifting her from the floor and holding her in his arms. He then turns to his master) “I will not fail you, Master.”

(Darth Sidious smiles, nods. He has no doubt about that) [🤡]

| Next Scene- The Execution of Order Sixty Six |

#fanfiction #the mixiverse #anakin skywalker #darth vader #hayden christensen #katniss everdeen #sheev palpatine #darth sidious #revenge of the sith #star wars fanfiction #Star Wars x the hunger games crossover #star wars prequels #the Everdeen-Skywalker extension #literary siblings #direct extensions #mace windu #major character death

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imfromthemiddlekingdom · 7 months

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Okay ive been on my Star Wars comic Brain Rot ™️ and I have rediscovered my love for Agen Kolar. I love how he has two crystals in his lightsaber that he can switch with a push of a button to honour his Padawan who died on Geonosis. I love how he is one of the best sword masters in the order. I love him and his everything.

He literally ranks in my top 5 favorite Jedi of all times and with each subsequent material I read that contains him I fall further in love. My fav Star Wars blorbo. Would tie with maglor on my all time favorite character lists. Anyone who hates him because he’s “hot headed” needs to reevaluate their entire life.

#Star Wars #Agen Kolar #I love the Jedi so much Omfg I’m going to explode

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blackkatmagic · 8 months

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Hey, blackkat!

I've been reading your star wars fanfictions for a while now and I'm seriously intrigued by all of them. My favorite is running with lightning feet and I'm currently reading efface the footprints in the sands--poor Master Kolar...

Anyway, I really wonder how you approach writing. You seem to be able to write very consistently and keep track of many stories all at once, which are things I admire very much about you. Would you be able to give some advice on that?

Also, I very much love your characterization of more 'minor' (less appearance in canon) characters and how you breathe life into them with your dialogue. Really make me wonder how you make that out--what do you consider, or do the characterization/dialogue just pop up, fleshing themselves out?

Yeah, I really hope you don't mind me asking these. Again, love your writing very much. Would continue to read your stories always~~ Thank you for sharing them (and putting all your effort into writing them!)

Hi! I definitely don't mind, and I've answered similar questions before in my writing advice tag, if you want to scroll through some other answers that might be worded better.

For how I approach writing...the inconvenient answer is that it's mostly practice. I've been giving myself a goal of 500 words every day for the last....10-ish years, probably? Just consistently sitting down and doing a thing, writing without worrying about quality and only quantity, with lots of WIPs always going at the same time, really helps in figuring out how to juggle them. I usually keep a file of vague notes, one doc for each WIP with a bunch of keywords and ideas I want to hit eventually, and plot twists I'm aiming for, though I don't ever really outline things, and that helps a lot with keeping track, too.

As far as characterization of minor characters goes, that's the part I enjoy most about writing, and it's one of the easier parts for me, so I'm not sure I'm the best at putting it into words. But basically, you have to get to the very core of how you see the character - what their baseline personality is, what motivates them, what their goals are. It's something that can change between fics (which I think is one of the joys of minor characters; you don't have to stick to one defined interpretation), but it is something you have to nail down, imo. It also takes some filling in the gaps with headcanon and some leaps in logic.

Take Agen for example: canon gives us the information that he lost his padawan on Geonosis, incorporated Tan's lightsaber crystal into his own, and is an incredible swordsman but too blunt and aggressive to be diplomatic, while still being very loyal to the Council/Order. He gets called "the Council's attack dog" in the comics. Also, in the wider universe, we know that Zabraks have a reputation for being aggressive/warlike, and at one point Qui-Gon calls Maul it, even though he has to know what Zabraks are.

Those are all the canon facts. If you go back and fill in the gaps: Agen is someone who's grieving deeply, and he's incredibly devoted. He uses Tan's lightsaber crystal against Palpatine, which means he's sentimental, and he's not willing to speak against the Order in public, so he's at least that tactful. At the same time, he has no patience for people who get in his way, and he's willing to use force to cut through them. He believes in other Jedi until they irrevocably prove themselves traitors, and then he's stern and willing to remove them by whatever means. At the same time, he's very aware of his reputation, and he knows what people say about him/other Zabraks, but he's stubborn enough (at peace with himself enough) that he's not going to change.

From that sort of character summary, you can figure out the way Agen talks pretty easily. He's blunt, and he doesn't always think about the impact of his words, but he can be compassionate and thoughtful, particularly given his own grief. He's willing to defend anyone, and he doesn't make a fuss but always tends towards action - that means short sentences, usually directly to the point with no niceties. He's polite, because that's usually the fastest way to achieve something, but he's not overly deferential. He has a sense of humor, but most people miss it because he's so blunt.

Taking a character and dissecting them like that is something I have a lot of fun doing, which, well. I'm a therapist irl, so that probably helps. But I think it's very much just about breaking a character down into component parts and applying them to whatever you're writing - if you understand why someone reacts a certain way, it's a thousand times easier to figure out how they're going to react in a new situation. And after that, getting them to sound right, getting your dialogue to fit - it's all about practice.

#kat answers #writing advice

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