#ahsoka: verse - knighthood

[starfaithed]

@hxdrostorm asked: ‘ i sleep commando, just so you know. ’ - Rex @ Ahsoka

That sounded like a recipe for disaster. Ahsoka chuckled as she continued making her bed. Well, their bed. “And what if there’s an emergency and you have to jump out of bed?” When she was satisfied with the fluffiness of their blanket, Ahsoka turned to Rex, hands on her hips. She considered the room’s temperature. It was mildly too warm for her liking, and Rex always ran hotter. Considering they had to share the bed, wearing clothes may be an overkill. “You know what? I think you’re on to something. I’ll sleep commando too.”

#hxdrostorm #hxdrostorm (rex) #ahsoka: ask #ahsoka: verse - knighthood

[jediincapax]

WISHLIST 

[ I can’t believe I forgot this. Feel free to message me if you want anything or if you have an idea I didn’t think of. No sudden threads without prior consultation, please! ]

Explore Obi-Wan post-Order 66. Comes with the full territory of trauma and severe angst.

Dark side verse, where he falls to the dark side. This can be set anytime.

Consort of Mandalore verse. Your muse does not have to be Satine. We can follow the vanilla TCW-verse with her death and how he’s struggling to grasp this new world without her. Or this can be set during The Mandalorian.

Rebel-verse / Bounty Hunter in general. This Kenobi may be more ferocious, depending on the story. The darkest timeline would be Darth Vader has kidnapped Luke Skywalker and he’s going to tear the universe apart to find him.

Time-travel has much chaotic potential I wish to explore whether it be with Mandalorian, Sequel or any Old / High Republic blogs.

N7 Obi-Wan N7 Obi-Wan. 

Supernatural hunter Kenobi ala Bloodborne.

Old Republic verse ( I just want Kreia to roast him ).

Modern verse Obi-Wan is alright with me. I personally like zombie apocalypse plots.

Fantasy-verse!

Role-reversal. Your muse is the master and Obi-Wan is the padawan.

Set after Anakin’s knighthood or even post-Order 66, Obi-Wan reluctantly picks up a new padawan to teach.

I’d personally love to explore more of his feelings towards the canon characters. Anakin, Qui-Gon, Satine, Luke, Bo-Katan, Ahsoka, etc etc… A lot of people. Of course, some love for my OCs too. Plop them down and let’s see where it goes. Challenge him, make him squirm, make him question his entire existence. :3

I mean, I’m not opposed to a very long and painful ship building too. 

#〘 ❝ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋꜱ ❞ ⥋ wishlist 〙 #// I write tragedies not sin

[starwarsfic]

II.7

Originally posted September 26, 2020

Summary: Anakin's unusual admittance into the Order comes in handy. 

Details: Mace/Obi-Wan. Sequel to I.43. Trolling Anakin Verse.

xxxxxx

Having Master Depa as practically his step-sister was awful. She was completely nice about the whole thing, even offered to help him sometimes, but he could tell she was judging him with her judgy Council member eyes.

Ever since they'd gotten their dirty hands on Obi-Wan it had been downhill for Anakin. This latest atrocity was just one in a long line.

"And then--Anakin, are you listening?"

He blinked, turning his attention back to Depa, and automatically confirmed he was. A mouse droid under a table behind her, hidden from view at that angle from everyone but Anakin, quickly flashed a light to tell him what he'd been missing in a shorthand binary he'd created.

"Troop requisitions are fascinating, but it looks like it's time for midday meal! We wouldn't want to miss one of the three most important meals of the day!"

Anakin was already up and moving as she processed his words. It wasn't like he had to do paperwork, Obi-Wan would still happily handle it.

***

"If I have to fill out one more requisition form just so the 501st doesn't starve, I am going to drop Anakin down a gundark pit!"

Mace sighed, wondering if he'd be able to convince Obi-Wan to leave his flimsywork behind for a nice sparring match.  "You don't actually have to do his work."

"Of course I do, I can't let the troops suffer because Anakin has avoided flimsywork since he was a child!"

The outrage in Obi-Wan's voice was charming and Mace decided that his spouse had earned the quick shoulder massage he decided to give him, standing over Obi-Wan's chair as the other threw another datapad on a pile that even Mace found impressive.

"Well, I suppose there's only one thing left to do."

Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder at Mace, frowning. "What's that?"

***

"REMEDIAL ORGANIZATION??? How is that even a class!"

"It's technically the class for Initiates to help with their future mission reports, but since you weren't an Initiate and seem to have gotten around taking it during your time as a Padawan, it's a glaring gap in your class record." Mace kept his face serene as Skywalker turned redder and redder. "I'm afraid without these credits, your Knighthood might be revoked."

Skywalker looked about ready to break the pad he'd been handed with his new "requirements" and Mace frowned, feeling the anger around him coalescing in the Force. He made a note to put Remedial Meditation down, as well. That could be tomorrow's surprise.

As it was, Skywalker had released some of the emotions and had a noticeably growing resolve. He was on his comm, calling...ah.

"Obi-Wan! Windu is trying to--"

"Master Windu, Anakin," Obi-Wan's long suffering voice echoed in the chamber.

The response was some odd pouting scowl that made Skywalker look like he was constipated. "Fine! Master Windu is saying if I don't take some courses for Initiates the Council is going to revoke my Knighthood!"

There was a short pause as Obi-Wan stroked his beard, doing an admirable job of pretending to take Skywalker's complaint seriously. Of course, he'd had to raise the man, and before him deal with Jinn, so Mace wasn't surprised.

"I'm afraid I can't help you, Anakin. The Council of First Knowledge handles the educational requirements. It's a surprise we're only hearing about it now, but you were brought into the Temple very late and we shouldn't be surprised that for all the exceptions they've made, there are a few areas where they are holding firm."

Nothing that was said seemed to calm Skywalker down, but he didn't fight Obi-Wan on it, which seemed like a minor miracle. He ended the call with a grumble, shot Mace a withering look, and then swept out of the room with a surprising lack of grace for such a good fighter.

He'd have to add some shii-cho classes to the schedule, as well.

***

"REMEDIAL MEDITATION?" Anakin threw the datapad across the room and stomped around, seething. "I know how to meditate! I could meditate whenever I wanted to!"

Ahsoka wisely didn't reply, eyes sliding to the side in the hope that her Master wouldn't notice. There was a reason Master Obi-Wan handled most of her advanced meditation practice.

"Maybe it will be a good thing, Master? You'll be on Coruscant more!"

He paused and considered that. "You're right! I'll get to see Padm--um, my friends, more!"

She'd already looked through the lesson plans he'd been given and took care not to point out that he might want to check if he'd have any free time, first, before saying anything. It wasn't her place.

#character: anakin skywalker #character: depa billaba #character: obi wan kenobi #character: mace windu #ship: maceobi #theme: clone wars #theme: humor #theme: jedi culture #character: ahsoka tano #theme: human disaster anakin skywalker

[b-radley66]

Game of Thrones: Alderaan -  The Castoffs

From a prompt by @sl-walker Ahsoka showing up on Alderaan as a survivor, meeting Maul and Obi-wan. 

NOTE: There are some adjustments in relative ages here from canon and my ‘verse. Ahsoka is 14, while Croft and Dani are 25. Obi-wan is 30. This is canon to sl-walker’s verse only if she says it is. Maybe someone will continue it...hint, hint.

Maul spins as Obi-wan is about a step slow on the block with the composite staff. Maul hears the smack of his new wooden staff on the back of the Jedi’s calf. Kenobi goes down in a heap.

Maul twirls his gift from a member of the Corellian Security Service and holds it in the ready position under his arm. His eyes take in the sight of his opponent slumped on the ground, the borrowed staff across his knees.

Maul waits patiently for his erstwhile teacher and sparring partner to rise for another round. His eyes narrow as he realizes that Obi-wan cannot meet his eyes. Maul centers himself as he wonders if the remaining Council has decided that he is too dangerous to try and teach.

He decides to forge ahead. “Obi-wan,” he says, his voice dry even to his own ears, “you are usually more of a challenge.” He grins tightly. “A little bit more.”

Obi-wan starts, then has the grace to look sheepish. “I am sorry, Lord Maul,” he says formally. He manages to rise with only a slight hitch due to his screaming calf. “I am a bit distracted.”

Maul nods. “What is it? Anything that I can help with?”

Obi-wan quirks a smile. “I don’t know. Perhaps you can help me hide a body.”

Maul doesn’t smile, but allows a tiny hint of amusement in his voice. “I think that the area of the sproutlings of the Wood might be good. No one will be able to explore there for quite some time. How big is the body?”

The Jedi’s blue eyes widen for half a second, but his ginger mustache twitches slightly after that half-second. “About your size. Much more hair and much more Corellian snark.”

Maul takes a deep breath as he wonders whether he should be relieved or not that he is not the reason for Obi-wan’s distraction. Instead, he smiles slightly. “Ah. The Corellian that you brought back briefly that helped out in the wood. He didn’t seem to say much, snark or not.”

Obi-wan nods. “I know. He was...reserved. I only know him a bit, but Padawan Croft has a bit of a reputation for being somewhat stubborn; something his Master knew how to deal with, very effectively.”

“Yeah. She also knew how to talk to me without talking down to me.”

Maul looks up and Obi-wan turns at the quiet voice from the entry of the salle. Maul recognizes a bit of the same drawling inflection that sometimes marks Dani’s speech, particularly when she is angry. He watches as Obi-wan gathers himself. Maul allows him a moment as he turns his gaze full on to the new arrival.

His gaze is met with calm green eyes that examine him just as intently. Maul realizes that the Corellian has much less hair than he did the first time he had seen him. His dark and gold mixed hair and beard are neatly and closely trimmed. Croft is dressed in only the leggings and undertunic of a Jedi, in dark blue. A leather lightsaber belt with a row of sharp teeth decorates his hips. He sees Obi-wan’s eyes lock on the device on the opposite side from Croft’s lightsaber. A very large Corellian blaster. 

“Forgive me, Padawan Croft, but I might have missed the memorandum. The one that told you could sever your Padawan braid and relax the dress code,” Obi-wan says, his own voice bereft of moisture.

Maul’s eyes widen as he notices this, as well, but doesn’t know the significance of it.

For the first time, there is a hint of a crooked grin over Croft’s features—just for an instant. “Didn’t think that I needed it anymore. Didn’t think I needed the trappings of childhood.”

Obi-wan digests this. His eyes harden. “That’s interesting. Especially since you seem to be doing a good job of acting like a child.”

Croft’s own eyes flash with anger. For a brief moment, Maul feels a slight tremble in the Force. He realizes that neither he nor Kenobi had sensed Croft’s arrival. He turns his head to the side as a much brighter light intrudes into his sense. He notices a smaller being standing behind Croft, as if trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.

He turns his concentration to the volley of words. “I knew that you had tremendous responsibilities, Master Kenobi,” Croft says. “I figured you had enough teaching responsibilities with your pet project.” At this, he looks pointedly at Maul.

Kenobi steps in front of Maul. “That is none of your business, Croft. Master Windu left it to me as to decide what to do with you; whether you could take the trials of Knighthood, or continue to train under me. You are making it very easy to choose.”

Croft is silent for a moment. “I don’t know if that is your decision any more, Obi-wan,” he says quietly, but with a definite edge. “I don’t know if I owe allegiance to the Jedi any more, or its little rules. I think that I may only owe anything to the Code; to live my life by it.”

“Taliesin,” Obi-wan says softly. “What do you think you will do? We need to stick together.”

Croft looks away. Maul is struck by the sadness that flows over his features. Sadness tempered with resolve. “I have heard that Master Ti might still be alive in the Cron Drift. Just rumors, but I think that I need to check them out.”

Kenobi’s voice is gentle. “Taliesin, I have heard so many rumors about Jedi out in the galaxy. We can’t go chasing after all of them.”

Croft’s anger flares, again for that brief second. Maul marvels at his shielding, if that is what it is. “I know ‘we’ can’t. ‘We’ aren’t. ‘I’ am,” he says, the sharp edge back to his voice.

Maul watches as he and Obi-wan stare at each other, both refusing to back down. Maul hears a word in a high, very clear voice.

“Bait.”

He sees a small orange hand touch Croft on his arm, as its owner steps around. A small Togruta, her Jedi robes appearing to be too large for her stands next to Croft. The lightsaber on her waist fits her, he notices. He watches as a mixture of fear and awe play over her features as she looks between Obi-wan and Taliesin. Maul notices another emotion flash as well. A smirk grows as her eyes lock with Croft’s. Understanding passes between them.

The understanding of survivors. His eyes lock on the headdress of sharp teeth that adorns her forehead. Teeth very similar to those on Croft’s gunbelt.

The young girl, who couldn’t be more than thirteen or fourteen, steps away from Croft. She stands straight; Maul realizes she is taller than he thought, but very skinny. He smiles as she bows to Kenobi.

“Master Obi-wan. I am Padawan Ahsoka Tano. I am at your disposal, but I do beg that you consider my clan-master’s ideas.”

Maul looks at Obi-wan. Being exposed to the Jedi for the time that he had, he had come to recognize some of his emotional cues. Maul sees amusement, mixed with sadness, playing over Obi-wan’s handsome features, before a warm smile joins them. Obi-wan bows in return.

“Hello, Padawan Tano. I wasn’t aware you had been chosen.”

Ahsoka looks down, her eyes closing. “Yes,” she says. “Master Plo had chosen me, just before...” She trails off. “He was my Finder,” she finally whispers.

Maul sees Obi-wan blink rapidly, as if something is in his eye. “I know, little one,” he says quietly. His face seems to brighten as he sees Croft move behind Tano and place his hands on her shoulders.

The young Corellian, who is maybe a half-decade younger than Obi-wan, looks down at Ahsoka with pride. “Master Obi-wan, I ask that you take Ahsoka as your Padawan.” He closes his eyes, clearly struggling with something. “I am not experienced enough to teach her. I can take care of myself, but she deserves someone who can teach her.” He grins.“She is stubborn, argumentative, a know-it-all who absolutely has to have the last word, but she is powerful in the Force. She will be a much better Jedi than I ever could be.”

Maul sees the powerful eyeroll from the future of the Jedi.

Maul realizes that tears are now flowing from the Corellian’s eyes. Ahsoka turns, protest on every centimeter of her face. Croft winks at her. She pulls him into a tight embrace.

Maul watches as Obi-wan takes several deep breaths. Maul knows that he struggles with his own path, much less the fate of other Jedi. He has sensed that Obi-wan is tired, that he has been lost since the Cataclysm.

“You’re right in some respects, Taliesin,” he says. “I don’t know if we have an Order any longer. I don’t think that I can make your decisions for you. And I think that you already have proven that you have been a good teacher for Ahsoka, even if you aren’t her Master.”

“I think that there is only one thing that I can actually do for you.” Maul’s eyes widen as Kenobi draws his saber and ignites it. Maul sees Ahsoka ignite hers as well.

Croft drops to his knees without a word.

“I guess since you cut your own damned braid off, this might go quicker, if less dramatically,” Obi -wan says as he walks slowly towards Croft.

He reaches Croft, who looks up expectantly, but without fear. Obi-wan swings his saber and gently mock-taps on either side of Croft’s head. “By the right of the Council, by the will of the Force, I dub you—“ He stops as Croft gestures.

“I was born Jame atin Blackthorn,” the Corellian says quietly.

Maul watches Obi-wan pause, then nod.

“I dub you, Jame Blackthorn, a Knight of the Jedi Order of the Galactic Republic.”

Blackthorn is barely able to stand before a small predator leaps into his arms and hugs him tightly.

Obi-wan watches with amusement. “I think that Ahsoka will have a large say in what form her training takes. She might be best served by being out in the galaxy with you, looking for other Jedi. The remaining healers say that both of you are cleared with the new Drall therapies—that you shouldn’t be affected by any more outbreaks.”

Maul watches as Obi-wan corrals the new knight over to the corner.

Ahsoka Tano’s overlarge blue eyes fall on Maul. She walks over and says, “Hi.”

He bows. “Hello. I am Maul.”

She returns his bow. “Tal says that Master Windu says that...”

“Ahsoka,” both Blackthorn and Kenobi shout, matching annoyance in their voices.

“I was just going to say, that he said that you were working with Master Obi-wan,” she says with an eyeroll and an imperious tone at her elders.

Maul releases his own breath. “That is right, Lady Tano,” he says.

She looks at him curiously. “I am not a Lady,” she says. “I am just a Padawan. A brand new one at that.”

“It is how we speak on my world, Padawan.”

Her eyes lock on his features. “Is Alderaan your world?”

His remaining heart clinches as he answers. “Yes. Yes it is.”

A feeling of warmth, other than for his world suddenly suffuses his entire being as a warm voice breaks in. “There is no one better to show you this beautiful world, Ahsoka,” the voice says.

Maul smiles as Dani Faygan stands in the doorway. She walks in. As she passes Blackthorn, she reaches up and brings the new knight’s head to her shoulder in a quick embrace.

She turns to Kenobi. “Sorry I missed the shindig, Master. But Draq’ Bel Iblis might have a different idea of how our world’s Covenant might be used.

Jedi and Noble alike gape at her direct pronouncement; at the unfamiliar term.

Jedi Padawan is less impressed as she rolls her eyes. “Great. He’ll have an even bigger head, now.”

#sl-walker’s universe #fusion #game of thrones: alderaan #maul #obi-wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #dani faygan - original character #taliesin croft-original character #canon only if sl-walker says so

[kyberled]

jasper — because i always love hearing more about braig and ashla

CRYSTAL HEADCANONS || ACCEPTING

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent (also tagging @mythtold​ bc reasons)

Hokay so. Braig, in any instance where he’s put in charge of a small child, is nervous, at least initially, even when it’s his first padawan. He has minimal experience with kids, and, even in the context of the Jedi, doesn’t really know how they should be raised - he didn’t exactly have a normal upbringing, himself, what with SpaceDad spoiling him rotten. As a Jedi, he’s not sure if he should be like Obi when he handles his first padawan, because, sure, it was great for him, it was the best possible upbringing for him, but it wasn’t very Jedi-like, and this is his first padawan and it’s a huge deal and his chance to prove himself as a good knight, and if you train a padawan to knighthood that’s the first step to becoming a Master, so he gets pretty nervous. And when it’s his own kid, it’s the opposite problem - instead of worrying about not being Jedi enough, he’s worried about being too Jedi. He’s never had to raise a child, before - more importantly, he’s never had to do so alone (sure, he’s not alone now, he has Ahsoka with him while they raise Ashie and he thinks she’s a wonderful mother, but there’s a huge difference between having an entire Order behind you, to just having one person that’s all you have), and he has absolutely no idea what to do.

He does his best to be like Obi-Wan, but he doesn’t really consider himself comparable, and constantly worries he isn’t raising his kid right, or that he’s not attached enough or maybe he’s too attached or?? He honestly has no idea what he’s doing, and then you throw in the fact that Ashla’s only half-human, and her dominant traits all seem to have come from her Togrutan heritage, and he’s just absolutely baffled. This is one of a few reasons he tends to look to Ahsoka for advice and examples on how to best raise their little bean. This is both because he thinks she’s a great mom, and because she is, of course, a Togruta herself. I mean I’m sure he read about Togrutan biology, even if it was just for his medic training or for classes, and Ahsoka would know something of human biology, also from classes, so like Braig would read that Togruta don’t have hearing for a few months after birth, and Ahsoka would read about humans hearing pretty much from birth, and be like, ‘huh, weird’, and move on, but then actually handling baby Ashla, he just sort of pesters Soka with ‘shouldn’t she be hearing by now?? Is this normal?? Should I give it a few more months before I start worrying about her, or should we call a meddroid, or-?” Like he just worries so much and is worried if he checks himself he’ll hurt her or smush her still-developing montrails or a billion other things.

After a few months, he’s found his stride as a parent, and is less jittery. He’s always super protective of his lil girl, though, even when she’s leading a rebel army into battle at his side.

He’s a major health buff, so when she was transitioning to solid foods and even after that, he makes sure to get only the best possible meat for his carnivorous lil beeper. I’m talking deliberately stopping to refuel (in the verse where they live on his ship) on planets/at cities with local farms so he can make sure that it’s fresh, and, you know, actually meat. He’s worried that the processed stuff and the chemicals some companies use might be too harsh for little kitten tummies.  Huge ‘only the best for his little girl’ mentality. I like to think that Ahsoka mentioned Ashie’s natural hunting instincts, probably when Braig asked why he was getting chewed on so much (he actually got a few scars from when curious bab was testing her jaw-locking on him when he was napping), and Papa Braig got the idea of making a little game to stimulate those instincts and get her active. He’d take a little dish and fill it with meat, initially about the consistency of canned tuna to make it easier for her to chew, but in gradually bigger pieces as she got older, and just scoot the dish around the floor for her to chase. While she was still learning to crawl, he’d just set it a foot or so in front of her and let her go to it (and ofc tell her what a good job she had done), but when she starts getting more ambulatory, he’ll nudge it away for her to chase after, and when she starts ‘stalking’ the dish, he’ll leave it where it is unless she makes a loud noise, in which case he’ll have it ‘hop’ and whisk it a few feet away. Obviously, this is only for snacks; for actual meals, breakfast lunch and dinner, happens on his or Ahsoka’s lap or in Ashla’s highchair, and they feed her (or let her try to feed herself, if she’s old enough). 

He likes giving her piggy-back and shoulder rides, taking her to look at the stars, giving her little nicknames (’warrior princess’ is one of his personal favourites) and tries to remember the lullabies Obi-Wan used to sing to him, though he usually only knows the melodies, but he tries. He’s pretty affectionate, and, again, does his best to mimic what he remembers Obi doing for him, since that’s the only frame of reference he has for a ‘parent’.

Overall, he tries his best. His attempts can be clumsy and awkward, but he means well, and he gets better.

Also, he would die for her.

#long post // #he a fussy daddy #storygiver #&& give the sun a head start; ooc #&& temple archives; headcanons #&& as best i can; answers

[starfaithed]

@hxdrostorm (Plo)

“I have an odd question, Master.” Ahsoka knew that no matter how strange the question was, she could always come to Plo and there was no need to be embarrassed. However, ever since her knighting, she felt like she couldn’t display as much doubt and lack of knowledge anymore, even though Anakin’s chest had almost exploded with pride. What she feared the most was to appear incompetent and make the council regret knighting her. “I know it’s silly. Nobody expects me to be perfect from one day to the next just because I’m officially not a padawan anymore, because we never actually stop being padawans, right? And Jedi Knights aren’t exempt from making mistakes. Then why do I feel like the pressure to not make any mistakes has grown?”

#hxdrostorm #hxdrostorm (plo) #ahsoka: thread #ahsoka: verse - knighthood #i put this in our we saved star wars verse

[starfaithed]

@hxdrostorm​ asked: “are you sure?” - Rex @ Ahsoka

“Not entirely. It’s odd to think that I’ll have to do something so intimate with someone that I’ve never met before.” But she wanted to be a full fledged member of Shili society and she also wanted to clear her head again and fulfil her Jedi duties without having urges ruin her missions. She’d beat two birds with one stone. Ahsoka smacked her fist against her open palm in a gesture of certainty. “I’m gonna do it, Rex. At least I know that I won’t kill anyone that way, I’ll feel better when I’m back and I’ll have something to talk about with Master Ti.” She’ll just view it as an itch that needed to be scratched and would try not to overthink it. 

#hxdrostorm #hxdrostorm (rex) #ahsoka: ask #ahsoka: verse - knighthood #i'm so glad that we get to develope togruta together <3 #their culture and their physiologie and all that

[starfaithed]

💐 - Rex @ Ahsoka

It took someone gifting her flowers for Ahsoka to realise that she really enjoyed receiving them. While she enjoyed the beautiful sight of plants and flowers in nature, these things weren't exactly of great interest to her. It was different when someone picked flowers explicitly to gift them to her. After all, there was a flower language and every flower had a meaning. Master Obi-Wan had told her about that.

"Wow, Rex. These are beautiful. Of course I'll go on a date with you." She accepted the bouquet and pressed a kiss to his lips with a big smile. She would have gone on a date with him even without the flowers, but now he certainly awakened something.

#hxdrostorm #hxdrostorm (rex) #ahsoka: ask #ahsoka: verse - knighthood #look what you did rex she wants flowers every time now

[starfaithed]

“So how long do you need me to be your secret spouse?” - Rex @ Ahsoka

Each time Ahsoka travelled to Shili and returned, she was delighted. Learning about her heritage and culture was always fun, as was the exciting exchange with Master Ti afterwards, but the occasional custom here and there wasn't to her liking and she deemed them odd. Some were odder than others.

The one where you gain new pieces for your jewelry if you hunt dangerous animals? Amazing.

The one where thrice a year Togruta men examine you as if they can't decide on which bantha steak to get from the supermarket? Not so much. Usually Ahsoka skipped out on those fertility festivals, she was a busy Jedi Knight after all and Rex was one of the few non-Togruta sturdy enough to help her through these periods wherever she was. But she happened to be on planet this time and was glad that Rex had come along.

"Until we leave again." She hooked their arms together so that they looked like a couple taking a relaxed stroll. She practically felt the disappointment radiate off the men they passed. Hopefully they didn't have any unwise ideas, Ahsoka had no doubt that Rex was capable of wiping the floor with a grown Togruta man.

#hxdrostorm #hxdrostorm (rex) #ahsoka: ask #ahsoka: verse - knighthood

[starfaithed]

@hxdrostorm asked: ‘ being clever never got me very far. ’ - Rex @ Ahsoka

“What are you talking about? Being clever kept you alive.” Ahsoka was by far no expert when it came to the inner workings of a clone’s brain, but she knew that CC’s in particular were designed to be reactive and adjustive thinkers. With Rex fulfilling that role but being a CT it perhaps translated to guilt? “Being clever keeps us all alive. Sometimes ideas are bad ideas, but that’s what we learn from, right? Chin up, Rex.” She gave him a soft push to his bicep with her fist. 

#hxdrostorm #hxdrostorm (rex) #ahsoka: mirror #ahsoka: verse - knighthood