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shadowmaat · 2 months

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The Jedi were evil all along!

I debated replying to the thread I saw condemning the Jedi as "rigid" and implying they weren't that different from the Sith, but I would have been the only voice of dissent and given that one of the replies was from a Red Hat Cultist veering off on a frothy anti-Obama rant, I figured it was safer to just make my own post.

Look, no one is saying the Jedi are perfect, but they sure as fuck aren't evil, either. If you're basing your entire opinion on the thoughts and experiences of one individual then your view is incredibly flawed and you should maybe think outside the narrow hole you've dug for yourself.

From what I can tell, some of the worst critics of the Jedi seem to be fans of Anakin Skywalker. Or at least a carefully curated version of Anakin who was a perpetual victim and never did anything wrong. It seems to boil down to "if the Jedi had just let Anakin be openly married to Padmè, nothing bad would have happened!" Which is... certainly a take.

The one argument I see trumpeted over and over (and over) again is that the Jedi prohibition against "attachment" is terrible and wrong and makes them no better than the Sith. This hinges almost entirely on the idea that "attachment" is the same thing as "love."

It isn't. Fans have spent decades explaining why it isn't only to have their reasoning mostly ignored in favor of the more angsty/tragic idea that the Jedi were forbidden to love. 🙄

"Attachment," IMO, can best be summed up as a literal interpretation of this ever-popular gif:

[img: Rosa from Brooklyn 99. She's holding a small yellow lab puppy as she says, "I've only had Arlo for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself."]

Anakin has, admittedly, "had" Padmè for three years instead of a day and a half, but when he thought she was going to die, he killed everyone in the Temple, then killed her, and then continued on a murderous rampage for the next 19 years or so.

"Attachment" is dangerous for anyone, but especially for someone like Anakin, who has additional powers at his command, rigorous training in how to use them, and three years experience as a war leader.

Personally, I also have questions about whether or not marriage is actually forbidden among the Jedi or if Anakin just assumed it was because "attachment." I can see it not being a common thing, and I can also understand a relationship coming under scrutiny to insure that it's a healthy form of love that won't interfere with a Jedi's ability to do their job, but it wouldn't surprise me if Anakin never looked into it because it would mean "sharing" Padmè with others.

Even if marriage wasn't allowed as a whole formal, legalized thing it doesn't mean Jedi can't form relationships. It would, as usual with the Jedi, be about balance. Can someone balance their personal relationship with their commitments to the Order? Can they set their loved one aside to do what must be done? Or will they drop everything to immediately rush to their loved one's side regardless of the risk to others?

We all know what Anakin would do; we've seen it with our own eyes.

The point is, condemning the entire Jedi Order because they didn't give Anakin everything he wanted, when he wanted it, and without question is a little bit of a stretch. Plus, all jokes about his inability to keep a secret aside, it isn't as if he ever went to them to discuss things.

"Well, he didn't think he could trust them because they hated him!" Uh, no, they decidedly didn't hate him, he just believed they did. It all hinges on his beliefs, not reality. And while you could certainly blame Palpatine for reinforcing his beliefs that the Jedi can't be trusted and that everyone hates/is jealous of him, it isn't as if Palps made that up out of thin air: he built on the seeds already within Anakin.

"That's because the Jedi-" No. Insecurities are rarely rational, and while you can argue that the Jedi "didn't do enough" to help Anakin, there are a few salient points to remember:

Anakin isn't the only Jedi in the Order; they have thousands of people to consider.

You have to know there's a problem in order to help.

The person has to be willing to accept that help in order for things to change.

The last two points also apply to those who would condemn Obi-Wan in particular. He has to KNOW a problem exists and then he has to talk his way around to try and get Anakin to accept his help. I know from personal experience just how heartbreakingly difficult it is to help a loved one when they won't admit there's a problem or they won't listen to your advice.

I can think of a lot of ideas that would be fun to experiment with in terms of making changes to the Jedi Order, but most of them involve adding more distance from the Senate and none of them are about catering to the specific (perceived) needs of one Jedi.

#jedi discourse #fandom wank

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jedimasterbailey · 8 months

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Okay, character ask game:

Questions 2-5, 10, 17, 23 (because it's way too funny 😅) and 27

I hope that's okay with you! If they are too many you can choose which ones you want to answer, no pressure😘

Awww thank you for this sweet ask! 🥰 I know you’re not a Star Wars person soul, but I’ll be using these asks to help uplift Jedi that continuously get slandered in light of the anti-Jedi clownery going on in the fandom these days. So for this next ask, I’ll be choosing my lady, the luminous Master Luminara Unduli for this post, so thank you for giving me the freedom to brag about one of my favorite ladies 💚

2- A Canon or Headcanon Hill I Will Die On

That Luminara LOVES Barriss!!! I have made plenty of posts on this topic that disapproves all the nonsense the fandom continues to project, but I’ll say it again. In every single piece of Star Wars that has these two interacting, it is always a loving one and it’s a damn shame we didn’t see more of them in the Clone Wars series. The fact that these two can fight in complete sync with each other proves how in tune they are with each other and I seriously doubt you would be able to do that with someone you did not care about or hated. Also if you take the time to notice Luminara’s body language and voice whenever it comes to the topic of Barriss, you just know that’s a proud Mominara right there and when her girl is in danger, she hurts real bad. It’s also a crime we don’t see Luminara in the bullshit Wrong Jedi arc but I’m sure there would have been massive heartbreak. It event states in one of the canon Star Wars books that after Barriss is arrested for the Temple bombing that Luminara just buried herself in work. Again…you wouldn’t have such a strong reaction if you didn’t love somebody. Luminara loves Barriss and Barriss loves Luminara, end of discussion 💚💙

3- Obscure Headcanon

That Luminara is a thrill junkie and loves a good speeder bike and that she may or may not have a thing for Obi-Wan Kenobi. I mean her interactions with him are so flirty 🤣

4-Favorite Line

There’s a line of hers in the Legends book “The Approaching Storm” that has and continues to stick with me. I feel this quote really captures Luminara’s spirit and shows that underneath her cool exterior that she’s very genuine and grounded.

“Always remember where you’ve hung up your courage Barriss.”

Luminara is saying this to Barriss after her Padawan expresses to her that she feels that her Master never gets scared whenever there’s danger to which Luminara immediately disagrees. She tells Barriss that of course she gets scared when they’re in life threatening situations but as Jedi she has to appear fearless for the sake of the lives she’s protecting. Luminara is teaching Barriss that it’s okay to have these feelings and address said feelings later but when people need her, she needs to be brave and being brave doesn’t mean you have no fear or feelings. Luminara is often seen as “cold” but this along with many of things she says and does that she is very down to earth and has a big heart. She understands and she cares.

5- Best Personality Trait

Her ability to self-reflect which is a trait that is RARE in people. Luminara isn’t perfect as no one is but she’s able to take a step back and take ownership over her mistakes and make amends if need be. The perfect example of this is in the Clone Wars episode “Cloak of Darkness” where Luminara apologizes to Ahsoka for thinking she can take Ventress on her own and dismissing Ahsoka’s offer for help. Not only does Luminara apologize but she offers high praise to Ahsoka which again is not something a lot of people can do. Most people would rather sulk and be bitter and never take ownership for their mistakes, but not Luminara and I absolutely adore her for that 💚

10-Best Moment On Screen (Or In A Book)

By far, Luminara’s sand dance as described in the Legends book “The Approaching Storm”. An indigenous tribe asks Luminara, Barriss, Obi-Wan, and Anakin to entertain them with a talent of theirs; Luminara chose to levitate herself in a sphere of sand (using the Force) and perform a dance. It sounds absolutely beautiful and I’d kill to see this on screen.

17- Quotes, Songs, Poems I Associate Them With

Everytime I listen the tracks “Master Luminara” and “Twin Moons” by Kevin Kiner because they’re such gorgeous and serene tracks that to me is just her. It’s who she is; she’s serene despite the chaos around her and she rises above the tragedy and heartache she faces later in life which is beautiful. As for quotes and poems, I sadly think of her whenever it’s a quote revolving around grief and sad poems because again, she has such a tragic life despite doing her very best.

23- If They Were A Scented Candle, What Would They Smell Like?

Luminara to be is the picture of serenity and calm so I feel that her candle would be a scent that would be equally calming like lavender, mint, sandalwood, etc. Just something that puts you in your calm, happy place after a very rough day.

27- Their Guilty Pleasure

With all the stress she’s under, I feel like Luminara would either be a caffeine junkie, a wine lover, a gambler, a pot head on occasion or a racer. Just anything to take the edge off 🤣

Again thank you so much for letting me rant about my favorite lady 🥰 let me know if y’all have any Luminara headcanons in the comments/reblogs! 💚

#luminara unduli #master luminara #barriss offee #obi wan kenobi #my luminous being 💚#character asks #thanks for the ask!#star wars

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thirstyforcharacters · 3 years

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*Damaging the Petals (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator! Reader

Summary: You and Obi-Wan have a rare night to yourselves in the midst of the Clone Wars. And of course, you only have one thing on your mind.

Notes: It’s finally ready! It feels like it's been forever since I've written anything. That's mostly because a new semester of college has begun (I'm in week 3 atm and it feels like it's week 300000), and I have much less time to write. It took me 3 weeks to write this because I literally have almost no free time, and I thought I'd only get a chance to finish this weekend, but I actually had a bit of time today, so here comes the Obi-Wan smut! Hope you enjoy! (no she/her pronouns, no y/n)

Warnings: smut! 18+ only! inappropriate use of the Force, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, y’all), a smidgeon of choking

WC: 2.2 k

“Can I ask you something?”

You and Obi-Wan were lying in your plush canopy bed together, enjoying one of the very few evenings you were able to snag alone in the midst of the Clone Wars. Being a Jedi and a senator in a secret relationship was hard enough in normal circumstances, but during an intergalactic war, it was practically impossible. But somehow, you were able to make it work. It was the small moments like these, in between Obi-Wan risking his life for the greater good, and you writing up anti-war bills that would inevitably be rejected by the chancellor (which always confused you), that made the hell you were going through worth it.

You were mindlessly watching a random holodrama, your head in his lap and his fingers running through your hair, which normally would put you right to sleep. Right now, though, you were keyed up. One unfortunate consequence of not being able to see each other was the fact that your sex life was dwindling. The few intimate moments you had together were fantastic (you both made sure of that), but they were so infrequent that you found yourself left on edge more often than not. And Padme putting this particular idea in your head at lunch earlier that day wasn’t helping anything. Now, the cadence of his fingers gently tugging at your hair made your heart pump faster.

“Anything, flower.”

Your heart swelled for a second, the sweet nickname he reserved only for you briefly making you forget the impure thoughts that swirled around your head. But they soon returned, and you knew that if you didn’t ask now, the tenderness of his actions would soon make you forget your purpose. You looked up at him from your place in his lap, and his eyes were already on you, giving you his full attention.

“So, Padme told me something that her and Anakin do in the bedroom, and I was wondering if maybe we could try it? Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course,” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh? And what would that be?”

“Well, they occasionally use the Force to… enhance their activities. I know that you stick to the code a little more than Anakin does, so if that’s too much of an inappropriate use of the Force for you, I get it. If it’s not though, I’d really like to try it,” you explained.

“That’s an interesting topic for senators to speak about at a business lunch,” he quipped, his eyes sparking with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, “Did you really expect us to talk about Senator Organa’s clone citizenship bill the entire time? No matter how good of an idea I think it is, it is a bit boring to talk politics for that long, even for a senator.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Of course not. As for your question, I would be willing to give it a try. But, you have to promise that you’ll tell me if it’s too much, or if I’m hurting you in any way. The Force is a powerful tool, and I do not wish to damage your petals with it, my flower.”

You smiled at his tender words, “You have my word, Obi-Wan.”

He returned your smile, then rearranged your bodies so you were lying beneath him. It started as gentle as always; Obi-Wan always preferred to be delicate with you. The soft, yet passionate kisses that your lover pressed to your lips made your head spin. He began removing your clothes then, peeling off each layer as if he was peeling the petals off of a rose. The only time his lips left yours was when he pulled your blouse over your head; otherwise, it was like he couldn’t get enough of you. And you couldn’t get enough of him, either.

Once you were fully nude, your lover started to trail kisses down your body. He gently nipped at your neck, though not enough to leave marks. You both knew that doing so would be detrimental to the secrecy of your relationship, but that didn’t stop him from leaving marks in other places. There were many mornings after your escapades where your inner thighs and breasts were covered in small bruises and marks. Running your fingers up and down those spots always made you blush, remembering the passionate nights before. Even though he did blemish your skin with his teeth, in most other ways in the bedroom, he was gentle and loving.

A soft nip to one of your breasts brought you out of your thoughts, and you gasped out in surprised and pleasure as Obi-Wan soothed the mark that he left with his tongue. His lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked harshly, making you arch into his mouth. His other hand moved to toy with your other nipple, making soft whimpers of pleasure fall from your lips. You could feel him smirking against you as he continued his ministrations, reveling in the way he could make you so needy for him with just a few tweaks to your breasts.

Eventually, though, he was getting bored with this game, and his hands moved down to your legs, each one gripping your thighs and pulling them open, exposing your dripping cunt to him. Even though he was being on the gentle side, you could still tell that you would probably have marks on your thighs tomorrow. Obi-Wan placed his head between your thighs and looked up at you. The fire in his eyes made you even wetter for him; you knew that you were an absolute goner. Without so much as a warning, he licked a stripe up your pussy.

You cried out in surprise and wound your fingers into his hair. But almost as soon as you had, you felt a hand grip your wrists and pull them until they were above your head. It couldn’t have been Obi-Wan’s hands because they were holding you open, so there was only one thing it could be. Your realization, combined with the soft, teasing licks Obi-Wan was pressing to your pussy, made a wave of heat rush through your body.

Obi-Wan looked up at you and almost moaned out himself. Your body stretched out before him, being held down by invisible hands, was probably the most arousing thing he had ever seen.

“Does that feel okay, flower? Not too much?” he asked softly, not wanting to overwhelm you.

You couldn’t help but smile gently at his sweetness, “It’s perfect, Obi.”

And it was. The hands holding you down were slightly warm to the touch, and they were holding you down just enough to keep you still, not enough to hurt you. It was exactly like how you had imagined it.

He smiled back, “Good. Just wanted to be sure.”

And he dove back in with renowned fervor. He ate you out like he was a starved man, eating his first meal in weeks. He enjoyed giving you oral almost as much as you did, so he was always willing to give you what you needed, just as you were for him. The symbiotic nature of your sexual relationship is why it worked so well, and it was why the few times you would get alone were always wonderful. There was never taking without giving; you both were generous lovers, responsive to each other’s needs.

His lips worked dutifully, licking up every bit of wetness dripping from your core, and all you could do was lie back and take it. Obi-Wan’s own hands on your thighs, combined with the Force holding down your arms, successfully kept you completely still, defenceless against whatever Obi-Wan had planned for you. Soon, you were close, your wetness dribbling down his chin. His lips suctioned to your clit and two of his fingers pressed into your entrance, making you come harder than you thought you had before, and that was just from his lips. He moaned against you while he worked you through your orgasm, taking everything you gave him and still pumping his fingers to help you ride it out.

When you came down, Obi-Wan removed himself from between your thighs and moved up to your lips, kissing you softly. You reciprocated as best you could, but you were already exhausted. And you hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.

“Are you doing okay, flower? Not too much?” Obi-Wan asked.

You nodded in agreement, “Yes. ‘M fine. Need more.”

He quirked up a brow, “More? Well, you know I can’t say no to you.”

You tried to use your legs to pull his hips back down to yours, but found that your ankles were now being held down by the same force holding your wrists. You didn’t quite know how you didn’t notice that before, but you weren’t complaining. Actually, you loved it.

He noticed you pulling against your invisible bonds and smirked a bit, “Eager?”

“Need you, Obi. Please.”

Luckily for you, Obi-Wan wasn’t really in a teasing mood. Neither of you had been lately, since your sexual escapades have been few and far between. That might also be why he still felt so big, even though you had taken him so many times before. Every time he was inside of you, it took your breath away. This time was no exception. You couldn’t hold back the desperate sound that tore from your throat when he pushed in, almost as much as you imagined he couldn’t keep the low groan that fell from his lips contained.

“Please, Obi,” you begged, “need you to move. I’m ready.”

Of course, he complied with your request. Though at first his rhythm was slow and steady to get you used to the feeling, before long his hips were snapping into yours at a rapid pace. Whenever you tried to arch your back to meet his thrusts, the Force would push you back down. Your body was completely at Obi-Wan’s mercy. You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak; the ecstasy you were feeling proving to be overwhelming in the best possible way. The only vocalizations of your pleasure that you could give were needy whines, and Obi-Wan was drinking it in. Every soft sound that fell from your lips served to spur him on further.

“You always feel so good, my flower. Still so tight for me, even after all of this time. Every time we’re together feels better than the last.”

Somehow, even his dirty talk had an air of elegance about it. It certainly didn’t lose any effect, his words made your moans grow louder as you grew closer and closer to your peak. His hands were planted firmly on the bed to steady himself as he thrusted into you, which is why you squeaked in surprise when you felt a phantom force start to rub circles on your clit. The surprise quickly became pleasure, and you gasped out his name in broken syllables as you felt another hand slowly close around your throat. This particular kink of yours wasn’t utilized too often, as it wasn’t exactly the most delicate of treatment. But the feeling of the phantom limb squeezing your neck was what brought you to the edge.

White hot pleasure flowed through your body, and you knew that you had never felt like this before. You were lost in the feeling; it was so intense that you didn’t even register when Obi-Wan came to his own high. You only vaguely heard him murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, and barely even noticed him running a cloth between your thighs to clean you off.

When you had fully regained your awareness, Obi-Wan was cradling you to his chest, running his fingers through your hair and whispering, “You were so wonderful, flower.”

“Thank you,” you replied quietly, signaling to him that you were finally back.

He tilted your chin up so you were looking at his face, a serious expression crossing it.

“That wasn’t too much for you, was it?”

You shook your head, “It was exactly how I thought it would be. Thank you for doing this for me.”

His serious expression gave way to a loving gaze. It truthfully was something you never thought you’d see from him when you befriended him all of those years ago, and now that you had it, it was something you would always treasure.

“I can’t say that I hadn’t thought about it, either. I was just hoping you would bring it up first.”

You giggled, “I don’t think those thoughts have any place in the Jedi Code.”

He shook his head, a fond smile etched across his features, “No, not exactly. I don’t think the council would be very happy with me right now.”

“Probably not. Improper use of the Force and all,” you joked.

His fingers moved from your hair to your face, gently tracing your jawline, “I love you.”

“And I love you,” you reciprocated.

Sure, what you had was complicated. It went against all rules, and everything that your boyfriend was supposed to stand for. But in this moment, none of that mattered. You had each other, and you would navigate the rough waters of the galaxy together, no matter what.

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kylosupremeimagines · 5 years

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Kylo Ren X Reader: Do I Want To Know? {Part One}

Request 1: I'd like to request an imagine based on Ben's official transition into Kylo Ren under Snoke. Also, the TLJ visual dictionary mentions that Snoke had another apprentice at the same time as Kylo and it would be interesting to see how that relationship would have gone down. Thanks.

Request 2: Hi! Can you please do a one shot about the reader training with Kylo? please and thanks.

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A/N: I’m doing this with the reader being the other apprentice! And for your outfit, I found a photo reference that I thought was really nice. The headpiece is optional. I thought that these two requests would go great together to make a short series. Probably about 3-5 chapters. I hope that’s okay guys! And sorry if this chapter is a little short, the next one is going to definitely be longer.

It had only been a few months since Kylo had burned down the Temple. His past. The haunting image of the flames as they reached the bodies of each fallen padawan, the screams of his fellow peers following them being cut down. It just wouldn’t seem to leave, only coming back and tainting his dreams - or rather nightmares - every night.

Kylo’s mind ceased to stop pulling him right back to that night, forcing him to face doubt that it was even the proper decision. With the numbing, dismal emptiness in his stomach, there were moments that it was all he could really think about. Was he truly justified? Part of him said no, but what was he going to do about it now when there was no turning back?

Sitting on the end of his bed, a hand ran through his raven black locks, detangling a few knots with such ease. The contemplation only grew, questioning where his future would take him; not just what would happen a week from then, a year, but in the long term as well. Oh, what was he to become?

His one true anchor was his grandfather, a person in which he could look up to in admiration. Everyone else he cared about failed him, from his parents being absent for parts of his childhood and pushing him off to the side, right up to the most recent events of his uncle coming close to killing him.

Luke, when Kylo figured out their relations to Darth Vader - Anakin Skywalker - he questioned why he wasn’t good enough. If Luke refused to kill his own father and even was able to redeem him, why was he prepared to kill his nephew? Was there really no hope from him?

Clenching up his left hand, he balled up the soft fabric of his sheets in his fist. Luxury was most certainly something that came along with joining the First Order. He actually had his own private chambers, and not some measly hut, where he finally had a kitchen that did not just consist of a flame and a pot. And finally, a bed to sleep on, with luxurious bedding and sheets to enjoy.

His favorite change had to be all of the food he now had access to. Since he was the Supreme Leader’s apprentice, Kylo had full access to the High Command kitchen. But of course, he always went with ordering his own ingredients to cook for himself rather than having a meal prepared for him. One of his comforts was getting to cook his own food.

Kylo’s chestnut brown hair flickered up to observe the star through the window to his room, admiring the luscious beauty that came with them. It astonished him how much there was out there, after spending the longest amount of time out in space. Always on the move, the start of his training took place in Supremacy, considering that Snoke spent the majority of his time within the colossal ship.

His gaze glanced to his nightstand with a buzz of his datapad. Using the Force, he brought the small device over to him and bit his lower lip upon acknowledging it to be a message directly from his Master. Much to his surprise, it was a request for his presence, instructing Kylo to meet with him immediately. Very rarely did he see the Supreme Leader for purposes other than training, and he already did his usual rounds for the cycle.

Reluctantly, he slipped it into his tunic pocket and stood from the bed to let out a heavy sigh. As he always carries his saber, Kylo clipped the weapon to his belt. The door closed with a hiss just as fast as it opened. What in the galaxy was he needed for?

As per usual, he paid little mind to the other officers around. Considering that the was not too immersed within the Order itself just yet, not many even acknowledged who he was. If anything, none of them respected him all because he was, what they may call, Snoke’s lap dog. To Kylo, they just didn’t know the importance of having someone like him or the other Knights of Ren working with them.

The Force was always such a powerful tool and something pushed back in many societies. After the Sith and then finally the Jedi were wiped out, the Force being brought up as something of high importance became less of an occurrence. Just from what he knew, it as a mysterious source of power that none should ever dismiss.

His nose crinkled for a moment as he approached the doors to Snoke’s Throne Room, waiting a moment before pushing them open with the Force. Praetorian Guards stood all around, nearly blending in the with blood red of the surrounding walls. “Ah, I see that you finally join us, young Ren,” Snoke spoke, voice booming throughout the room.

As Kylo grew closer, he took notice a black-clad figure kneeling before the Supreme Leader and an instantly Force connection he had never once felt, even with his time on the Supremacy. Just as always, he too knelt before Kylo, right beside the new entity. Glancing over, his eyes locked with your (E/C) eyes, noticing your brows raising a bit. “What… is it that you summoned me for?” he inquired, gaze returning to Snoke.

“I thought that it was about time that I had you meet someone,” Snoke explained, leaning forward and gesturing to you with his right hand. “you aren’t my only apprentice, as this here is the first I ever took in, only but a couple of years ago,” For the first three months Kylo was learning under him, Snoke never found reason to reveal it to either of you about one another, leaving not just him in surprise but you as well.

“Master, why am I only finding out about this now?” you had to break into the conversation.

“I did not believe it was appropriate for either of you to know about the other’s presence just yet. He needed time to get used to the transition amongst our ranks. But now, you two are ready to start your training together.”

“How am I supposed to work with him if I’m only finding out about him now?”

“Do not question me!” he spat out, standing up from his throne to approach the pair of you. “the likes of you two are the only beings in the entire First Order in which I recognize as full-fledged Force users, the only two in which I willingly train. You will learn to work together and prove to me and the rest of the galaxy you are forces to be reckoned with. It does not matter to me how you feel about having an equal but you will learn to work as one, upon my orders.”

“Of course, Master,” you and Kylo responded in unison.

“Good, good,” a smirk formed across his pale, deformed features, stopping before you and gesturing for you two to rise. Obeying his command, Kylo stood up the moment you did as well. “Kylo Ren… (F/N) (L/N)... I will mold you two into the perfect soldiers, two of the most powerful beings in all of the Galaxy. So, as I mentioned, you are now to train with one another, as equals. Where one of you lacks, the other will fail to thrive unless you catch up to the other’s ability. You are to trust each other with your lives and work together to grow in strength. I can only take you so far, the rest is up to you to discover for yourselves. Individually is one thing, but together? You will be able to accomplish so much for the First Order.”

“What should we do to start training?” Kylo wondered, unsure of where things would even begin. With dozen of thoughts racing through his mind, he wasn’t entirely sure how to take things in or what to make of it all. Another apprentice? He was lead to believe there was something important about him, so was that not really true.

“I believe that you must have a better sense of each other’s Force Connections, so I will not be having you go right into training,” he told you. “instead, I would advise you to get to know one another, considering you will be working very closely,” when it came to all the Knights, he was not opposed to them sharing personal connections since it made for better cooperation, a flaw that he saw within the Sith before who would be at each other’s throats for even the littlest things.

Kylo shared yet another gaze with you, both frozen in place for a moment before he nodded. “As you advise, Master.”

“Now go, do as you please. Just remember that your training will be joined from now on, you will be informed of your lesson and training for tomorrow later in the evening.”

Without saying another word, Kylo turned on his heels to make his leave of the throne room, shortly followed by you. Once you two were out and the doors hissed closed behind you, he turned to face you. The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly before turning in your direction. “I know it’s a little informal, but why don’t we talk with some lunch?”

There were some doubts that played at your thoughts, a bit skeptical when it came to the idea of having what you could call competition for Snoke’s approval. But if you were to work together, what would be the harm? “I don’t see why not.

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strrne · 6 years

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Give Me a Signal, Ch.8

Chapters: 8/?

Word count (so far): 21220

AO3 Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7

Summary: When Padmé Amidala is unable to contact Coruscant while negotiating a loan on Scipio, the Senate suspects trouble, and sends Anakin Skywalker to go check on her. Of course, the resourceful senator isn’t really in any trouble – don’t flatter yourself, Rush Clovis – but there’s definitely some brewing.

(or; rewrite of the tcw S6 Clovis arc; anidala + gen)

”A little bird tells me you're planning to do something 'ill-advised'. Would this be a Geonosis, or rather a Vanqor kind of ill-advised?”

Anakin did not much enjoy being forced to guess which one of his consecutive mess-ups Obi-Wan meant by 'Geonosis', and why he seemed to think that his apprentice had at least made slightly better decisions on their plentiful misadventures on Vanqor. Should he take this as a compliment? Well, he didn't have time, and that was not the point anyway.

”I'm going back to Scipio,” Anakin answered truthfully, whirling around on the ramp to the Twilight. ”Right now.”

Obi-Wan nodded. ”So… the Scipio kind.”

”Very clever, Master,” Anakin sighed. ”Are you not going to ask why? Try to stop me… do what you do best.”

”Oh, I find that what I do best is give you advice.”

Anakin nodded slowly, drumming his fingers against the box of supplies he was holding, then gesturing with his other arm towards the ship.

”Can't you tell me on the way? The more the merrier. We can be arrest buddies again.”

Of course, the two of them had been arrest buddies plenty of times, but somehow, in the Scipio-gate, Obi-Wan's brief arrest had become a mere footnote, while Anakin's extended one had ended up the talk of the town. Curiously, Anakin no longer blamed his Master for the incident – having recently been made to face how his own boiling anger often contributed to situations escalating.

”I'll respectfully decline your kind invitation.”

Anakin narrowed his eyes at him. Obi-Wan appeared to be in a strange mood – he sounded almost jovial – as though he was, for once, feeling optimistic about something. Anakin was almost sorry he could only give him a tired look, preparing to sit through whatever wisdom the older Jedi had to provide today – and risk being found out before he could set off. But he could do this much for Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan's features suddenly grew tenser.

”I sense so much anger in you. You know what Master Yoda says about that.”

”Fear… suffering… bad feelings. Bad things,” Anakin listed wearily, with somewhat loose vocabulary. He was suddenly starting to miss going to missions with Obi-Wan, and listen to his nagging about the immediate danger they were facing, instead of Anakin's character flaws. ”First thing he ever said to me.”

”And you remember what I usually tell you?”

”Harmony… control… I know the teachings, Master.”

”And you know what I'm telling you now?”

Anakin gave him a scowl, not greatly appreciating the structure of this conversation.

”What, Master?”

Obi-Wan pressed a thoughtful hand to his beard, casting Anakin a long gaze. There was something of a softness in his eyes.

”That perhaps… what you're feeling is not just anger.”

Anakin shifted. That was something new – and it seemed to strike something of a chord with him. His shoulders relaxed, and he inclined his head with cautious curiosity.

”Perhaps it is just what you said… a bad feeling.”

Anakin studied his master.

”Kinda like the one you had?”

”Yes…”

”And did that pass, Master?”

”Yes,” Obi-Wan said slowly. ”But only after it became reality.”

Anakin looked away. If Obi-Wan meant what he thought he meant, it wasn't something he had expected his Master to have sensed. The worst part was, Obi-Wan didn't know the details – Anakin didn't know the details. He must have only sensed his murderous rage, his darkness.

”The curious thing is,” Obi-Wan went on, ”I thought I felt something bigger – of greater consequence – than merely… whatever you did to that poor man.”

Anakin swallowed, as Obi-Wan mumbled something about Clovis still being alive, at least. Obi-Wan then hurried to clarify, as though it could help Anakin feel better, ”I only sensed your regret afterward. I was on my way to see you–” he momentarily stumbled upon his words. ”I know something happened. But I was not spying on you.”

But he had been on his way to see him on that day – apparently moments before Padmé had appeared and claimed first turn. Something of a bad feeling, indeed. Anakin tried to imagine how differently things would have played out if it had been Obi-Wan running into Clovis in the hangar and Obi-Wan staring at the busted control table.

”I'm getting sidetracked,” Obi-Wan said apologetically. ”What I'm saying is, I think this is something else. I can't seem to get a grasp on it… because, I think, it does not directly involve me. While you, the Chosen One,” he said the last words with an affectionate sneer, his tone strangely cheerful again, ”can feel the full impact of whatever will soon come to pass. But due to your… immaturity, you're mistaking it for anger at this person who has done very little to you.”

Anakin opened his mouth to speak, but Obi-Wan wouldn't let him.

”Yes, we all know he has caused plenty of trouble for your wife.”

For a second, Anakin started, before remembering he had risked everything in a throwaway joke not too long ago, and now Obi-Wan was at the very least in a position to give the two of them heart attacks for the rest of eternity. And again, he had no time for this.

Anakin rubbed his forehead, confused like never before.

”Let me get this straight. I am, once again, feeling too much for Jedi standards… but for once it's also good, because you think it's some kind of premonition?”

Obi-Wan paused. He seemed to be considering just how comfortably what he had said, and what Anakin was suggesting now, fit into the Jedi principles, and Master Yoda's views on premonitions and visions. Then he got on the ramp and walked over to Anakin, to place a gentle hand on his shoulder and look him in the eye.

”Search your feelings, Anakin. And if you can… do channel them into something good. Don't settle for just anger and fear. I know you're better than that.”

Anakin stared at him.

The Jedi Master then whirled around with one final look at his apprentice, and left without waiting for a response.

Padmé had often been accused of being a workaholic, but this time around she had thought she’d enjoy the bit of respite that her stepping down from the negotiations would bring. Instead she found herself quite uneasy after her call with Clovis, and not even 12 hours had passed before she contacted Bail again. The call barely got through, and she nearly had to press an ear to the speaker of her holo projector to be able to make out the familiar voice.

Bail spoke first, and with some rare, thinly veiled urgency.

“Padmé, I am so glad you called. I couldn’t get through to you from here. Padmé, something very odd is going on here. It has been two days, and we have yet to be presented with the new loan agreement. There is a very shady Separatist Representative staying at the–“

“What?” Padmé echoed. “The new Separatist contract is being negotiated at the same time?”

Bail nodded, almost drowning into the gray, rasping rain of interference.

“Yes... I was willing to let that – there is something – Representative Clovis does seem troubled – I wish I knew what it –“

With that, the signal was dead, and Padmé’s resurrection attempts proved futile.

Suddenly she felt guilty – she should have gone to Scipio. She would have gotten through to Clovis, whatever he was hiding. Hiding…

Padmé bit her lip. She had had enough of hiding. It was time for the truth to come out.

Teckla came in with some tea and imported Nabooian biscuits. Her expression indicated that she had overheard the conversation.

”My Lady…”

”I know, Teckla. Something very strange is going on.” The Senator gave her a trusting look. ”I know you're always up for another adventure, Teckla, but I'm sorry, I'm going to have to ask you to stay behind instead, and cancel all my appointments for the next few days. If it's urgent, please have Representative Binks cover for me.”

”Right away, My Lady.” She gave a bow and a warm smile. ”Good luck.”

”Anakin!” Padmé sprinted into the hangar, looking around for her husband’s freighter. She was surprised to find Anakin on his way to meet her. “Oh, I'm so glad you're still here,” she sighed, clasping both his hands in hers.

”I was about to take flight,” Anakin explained, “but then I sensed you… like really sensed you. Your urgency…”

”To come with you,” Padmé announced. “No, scratch that, to kidnap you.”

”Kidnap me?” Anakin echoed with sudden curiosity, smirking as though he had never heard of an idea more wonderful.

”Yeah, come on,” Padmé hurried, grabbing his wrist like a proper crook should, still panting. ”To my star skiff.”

”Wait, wait, wait –”

”I don't care what kind of lousy plan you've come up with. Mine is better. And frankly,” she gestured towards whatever barely functional scraps were left of the Twilight this week, ”so is my ship.”

”You'll… smuggle me to Scipio? Why? I thought you disapproved,” Anakin reminded her, following her outside and to her skyspeeder.

”I changed my mind,” she explained. ”I'll explain it when we reach hyperspace. And smuggling is the right word, yes.”

”What do you mean?”

”Well,” Padmé said, shoving him onto the speeder and grabbing the yoke, ”have I mentioned there is an anti-thermal-scanner compartment in the back of my ship?”

”What?” Anakin uttered. ”Why haven't you?”

”Now that I think of it, you specifically told me never to introduce you to any more of my ship's special features… after – ” She turned towards him momentarily, flushing and chuckling, ”ahem, do you remem–”

”Oh, that.” He gave a laughter, his nose scrunching up with either disgust or delight. ”No, that's not what I said.”

In hyperspace, Anakin listened to Padmé’s recount of the situation, her concerns, Bail’s messages and Clovis’ odd behavior - without interrupting, still a little incredulous that he was actually taking this risky and nonsensical trip with Obi-Wan’s blessing and his wife for company. But once she’d finished, he found himself only vaguely worried about the bigger picture - there was only so much room in his brain for politics and finances - and left with that one name he so despised.

“So… you’ll probably cross paths with Clovis again.”

Padmé did not look happy with his response.

“Anakin, it is my intention to ‘cross paths’ with Clovis – and demand answers."

Anakin gave a vague nod.

“And I need your help,” she then added, to Anakin’s surprise. Padmé momentarily took her eyes off the display screen and focused on her words. “Something for your own little excursion. Look, I don’t know much about these things, but since you are breaking into their holo tower… would you maybe be able to… spy on any covert networks?”

Anakin gave a nod again, an enthusiastic one. If there were any covert networks to be found, he had doubt in his ability to hack into them.

“Again, I thought you disapproved.”

Padmé shook her head.

“I’ve been a major hypocrite, Anakin. You said it yourself. I do this all the time – unauthorized missions, breaking less than useful laws in the name of justice. And since it doesn’t look like there is going to be any new contract for you to ruin–“

“Hey!”

They gave a hearty laughter in unison, and Padmé playfully struck him on the arm, rather more forcefully than needed.

A long silence followed, and the air between them tightened again. But Anakin knew it was mostly the Force radiating off him and his darkened thoughts. Darkened – but no longer dark.

”Padmé,” Anakin said in a quiet voice, ”You know what I was going to ask of you?”

”What, Anakin?”

He shifted in his seat.

”To…” He looked away. “If I… If I'm ever about to snap again, and you happen to be there, to… give me a signal. To make me stop.”

Padmé was silent. Engine sounds filled the cockpit.

“But now I understand…” he drew a deep breath, feeling like he had already forgotten whatever Obi-Wan had said to him this morning. “I can’t ask that of you. You might not be there. And a Jedi is supposed to be able to control his emotions."

Keeping her eyes on the screen, but gently stealing a glance at her husband, Padmé softly laid her hand on his shoulder, gliding it along the side of his arm.

”Let me teach you an alternative to that Jedi philosophy of 'controlling your emotions'. You see, the emotions are always going to be there. But you can control your impulses. Your actions are never an inevitability."

She smiled at him.

"Too lecture-y?"

"It's a nice change of pace from Obi-Wan."

This time, it was Anakin's turn to that fall asleep on the journey. Padmé was reminded of Obi-Wan’s extended nap on their first fateful adventure on the banking planet. Before she had married Anakin, she had actually been under the impression that the Jedi did not sleep. Even now - it was a strange thing to witness. Chest moving up and down on his seat, Anakin looked almost too tranquil and innocent to be a General of the Grand Army of the Republic.

Nearing the end of the hyperspace journey, Padmé’s holo projector activated. Bail appeared as a bare wavering outline to inform her that the signal was currently so unstable, he’d have to keep this brief. He had just notified the Supreme Chancellor that the new loan agreement was a complete disaster – with increased interest rates for the Republic, as well as completely unreasonable terms and conditions. Meanwhile, the Separatists were to be given a contract with decreased loan interest, and complete forgiveness for their past transgressions, and – something that Padmé could no longer make out, as the connection shut down with a scratch.

Padmé took her hand off the yoke and plunged it into the ornate composition on her head, scratching at her scalp. This was worth ruining a perfect hairstyle for.

What in the world was Rush Clovis doing?

#anidala #Anakin Skywalker #Padme Amidala #anidala fanfiction #The Clone Wars #so hi this is 2 days late #some of you may have caught it on ao3 #aaaand chapters 9 & 10 are finished so i'm posting 9 later today #also 10 will be the final chapter #yaaaaaayyy #thank you all so much for reading #not sure if i'll be posting fics in this format in the future #i doubt ppl really read it on my blog with the annoying font when there's a AO3 link #and i like the font ;;__;;#so i might just start posting notifs on updates #so anyway hope u like #star wars #fanfic

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glompcat · 6 years

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Hey, since I am seeing misinformation of the “Jedi stole babies” variety on my dash again, I give you actual canon sources on when Jedi were recruited (their existence is noted from birth onward, but they are brought to the Temple either between the ages of 3 to 6 or 4 to 8 depending on which guidebook you go by). Further I added some sources on how Jedi were allowed access to information about their families of origin, and often acknowledged and respected their home planet’s culture.

I’m going to start with information in canon guidebooks, then move to canon comics, then canon novels, and then The Clone Wars.

Let me know if I missed any information at all about this topic in any canon materials, please. Please don’t direct me to accounts of Imperial anti-Jedi propaganda. I know they are out there, and they aren’t in this post for a reason. Also please don’t direct me to Legends sources. Legends will not be looked at whatsoever, as this post is only about canon.

Information from guidebooks:

Star Wars Made Easy (2017) by Christian Blauvelt

Parents of Force-sensitive children hand them over to be trained by the Jedi. (page 35)

Yongling: Master Yoda himself trains the young Jedi - who are all children identified as Force-sensitive shortly after birth. They give up normal life with their parents and must sever all emotional attachments. (page 36)

Star Wars: Super Graphic - A Visual Guide to a Galaxy Far, Far Away (2017) by Tim Leong

Late Bloomers

Children are accepted as Jedi younglings between ages 3 and 6, but not some of your favorite characters. Here’s the age they started their training.

Anakin Skywalker, 9

Luke Skywalker, 19

Ezra Bridger, 14

Rey, 19

Ahsoka Tano, 3 (additional note on the side: Ahsoka started training at 3, and was chosen as a Padawan at 14)

(Pages 46 and 47)

Ultimate Star Wars (2015) by Patricia Barr, Adam Bray, Daniel Wallace, and Ryder Windham

Training Young Jedi: Prior to a Padawan’s pairing with a Jedi Master, young Jedi - also known as Jedi younglings - are taught in a communal group called a clan. At any given time inside the Jedi Temple, 10 different clans undergo instruction in the ways of the Jedi under the tutelage of Jedi Master Yoda. Each clan consists of up to 20 younglings, ranging in age from 4 to 8 and comprising a number of different species. Anakin is a rare example of a Padawan student who skips the clan stage of training by joining the Jedi Order as an older child. (page 171)

Star Wars: The Visual Encyclopedia (2017) by Tricia Barr, Adam Bray, and Cole Horton

Younglings

Younglings leave their families to join the Jedi and begin their training in classroom settings. They must pass a series of tests, and some complete a rite known as “The Gathering,” in which they find a kyber crystal and construct their first lightsaber. (page 57)

Religious Robes

Jedi Robes

Having adopted a simple yet strict lifestyle, most Jedi prefer to wear traditional, earth-toned robes. These are warm, comfortable, and allow great freedom of movement. The Jedi also permit members to wear robes from their own homeworlds, such as Barriss Offee and Luminara Unduli’s Mirialan designs. (page 89)

Information from canon comics:

Star Wars (2015-) #26 - Yoda’s Secret War I - Written by Jason Aaron - Art by Salvador Larroca

It was a time before the clone wars, during the twilight of the old republic, when there was a young one in need... and a Jedi answered the call.

Slaver 1: A ship just landed outside.

Slaver 2: Is it a Jedi? A real Jedi?

Slaver 1: I don’t know, I’ve never seen one before, but he’s... definitely not what I expected.

Leader: Whoever he is, he’d better have our money if he wants the kid.

Lo: Please, I don’t know why I’m here.

Leader: The whole city’s heard about you, kid. The boy from the slums who can move things just by looking at them. You’re a Force-user. And we all know what happens to Force-users, don’t we? The Jedi come and take them away, make them into mighty warrior with fancy swords. Nit no one takes anything off this planet without first playing the flesh mongers for the privilege. How much do you figure you’re worth, little Force boy?

Slaver: Master, he’s here.

The Jedi walked alone into the lair of the pirate horde.

(Note: I am cutting this down as it is very long. Basically they all start laughing at how short Yoda is)

Yoda: Find this humorous, I do not. Come for the boy, I have.

Leader: Heh. And what are you supposed to be, little fella?

Yoda: The boy’s escort to Coruscant, where his training, he will begin.

Leader: The boy’s not going anywhere until I say so. Where’s my money?

(I cut some stuff)

Yoda: The Jedi care not for wealth. The Force is our only companion.

(panels have been cut)

Yoda: Something more precious than wealth I have brought you.

(I cut more here)

Yoda: Wisdom.

(lots of fighting has been cut here)

Yoda: Not here to fight am I. Take my words in trade for the boy. This I beg you.

Slaver: You call that begging? I’m gonna make you learn proper begging before you die. All pirates attack! Kill the little child.

Yoda: Time to go. Begun your training has. His name is Lo. Please escort him to Coruscant. Worry not, Lo. Safe you will be with Qui-Gon Jinn.

Qui-Gon: Of course, Master Yoda. Happy to help. We were already in the neighborhood, after all.

Darth Vader (2017-) #8 - The Dying Light II - Written by Charles Soule - Art by Giuseppe Camuncoli

Jocasta Nu: Still here. Thank the light.

Cator: Of course, Master Nu. As I said, all remains safe. I know my duty. Even during the battle in the Temple... I stayed here, guarding the treasures.

Jocasta Nu: I know. You have done well, and I will ask you to continue your vigil for some time to come. The Sith have taken power in the galaxy, It will take generations for the Jedi to return in Force to depose them -- perhaps longer. But return we will... especially now that I have this. The order’s database of every Force-sensitive child we knew of in the galaxy, as of just before the purge. A seed, from which we will grow again.

Darth Vader (2017-) #16 - Burning Seas IV - Written by Charles Soule - Art by Giuseppe Camuncoli

Nipaltoo: Where are they taking Palabee, Mother?

Mother: Oh, Nipaltoo... they are taking your sister very far away, to a new, better life. She’s going to be a Jedi.

Information from canon novels:

(Note: I am not transcribing the text of novel screenshots, it’s a time and ADHD issue, I am sorry. If someone else has the spoons to do so, please, it would be super appreciated for accessibility’s sake)

Dark Disciple by Christie Golden. This novel was adapted from the scripts and animatics of unaired episodes of The Clone Wars. Those episodes were written by Katie Lucas, Matt Michnovetz, and Dave Filoni, with direct supervision from George Lucas.

Ahsoka, by E. K. Johnston

Heir to the Jedi by Kevin Hearne

Information from The Clone Wars:

Season 2, Episode 3 “Children of the Force” furthers the idea that the Order is often made aware of Force-sensitive children years before they actually arrive at the Temple.

In this episode Palpatine starts kidnapping Force-sensitive babies, and Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan have to both help parents evade the kidnappers, and return kidnapped babies to their families. Throughout the episode the Jedi express deep disgust with the idea of Force-sensitive kids being taken from their families at such a young age, and more importantly that anyone would dare take a child against their parents’ wishes.

This is all the information I could easily find. That said there is something else I remember, but could not remember where it was? I seem to recall in the 2017 Darth Vader comic, it being pointed out somewhere that the shelves in the Temple Archive closest to the entrance were full of information about the families of origin of every single member of the Order, so if they wanted to look them up they were easy to find. However off the top of my head I couldn’t recall where in the comic this was, and I didn’t feel like rereading the whole thing to find it? If you remember where that was so I could add it, that would be very appreciated.

#long post #Star Wars #The Jedi Order #hello yes I am retreating into fiction to hide from current events #am debating on adding some of Kanan's memories about being a youngling #although that stuff is generally just him being in class #and talking to his friends #and idolizing his future Master #also debating on adding sources on the fact you can leave the Order whenever #Which is explicitly shown in places like the Obi-Wan and Anakin comic

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theethird · 7 years

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Crazy Star Wars Theory Time - Tar Viszla and the Edgiest Saber

So to sum this post up, Tarre Viszla is the retconned Tor Viszla, or part of a larger origin story for two differing ideologies among Mandalorians. And his saber is proof that crystals are a lot smarter than we give them credit for in SW. Here we go. SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY. So Tarre Viszla was announced in Rebels as the first and possibly only Mandalorian Jedi in the history of the order, who befitting his status created a unique lightsaber that his descendants would later steal and use as a rallying symbol for the clans after his death. Now to deviate for a moment, Tor Viszla was the foil to the heroic Jaster Mereel of SW Legends lore, the antithesis of everything honorable about a Mandalorian. Tor was the creator of the Death Watch, a group that he felt honored the old ways of the Mandalorians from their warring and raiding days,while Jaster was a firm believer in the honorable ideals of his people, fitting his status as a Protector and eventual mentor of iconic Mandalorian (now a supposed pretender), Jango Fett. Now this is where things get tricky. So we know from Mando'a that the word Tor means justice, and the color for justice in Mandalorian culture is Black. What color is the Darksaber? Black. Let's take it a step further. Let's assume for a moment that Tor and Tarre exist along the same timeline, and that Tor was the descendant who claimed the blade from its resting place in the Temple, a callback to his name. It would make sense that perhaps Tor didn't have the full story about his father or ancestor and simply saw him as a wayward mandalorian who created a weapon worthy of his people's fealty. And obviously no one but the Jedi would have the full story considering they kept his saber locked away after his death, which suggests he was either buried in the temple in honor or that they kept his discovery under lock and key because of how it could be used. Switching lanes for a moment here, let's examine the colors of lightsabers, now that we know that all kyber crystals are white until they tune to their users alignment with the Force and possible motivation. In our world color mixing has a few rules but when it regards black and white it gets interesting. White is all lights combined, but is the absence of color (in paint). Black is all colors (in paint) combined, but is the absence of light. We know that Red sabers come from forcing the darkside into a crystal and thus making it bleed, and we know that the most common colors were Blue and Green, which if their users are any indication, Blue was more for physical Jedi (ex - Young Obi, Anakin, Ezra's first blade, etc) while Green was reserved for those more mental in focus (ex - Qui-Gon, Yoda, Luke's actual lightsaber) We also know that white sabers can only come from purifying crystals but can also signify ones search for balance in the Force, such as Ahsoka who no longer saw herself as a Jedi, but clung to the light even while walking alone. Her experience on Mortis with the darkside, though removed from her memories, left her touched, as the Convor is proof of, and her choice to follow the light beyond the boundaries of the order all play into her saber colors being white when she makes her second set. Touching more on this color theory for a second, Mace attuned his crystal to purple which in Legends can be attributed to either side, and if color blending is to be trusted, is a balance of Red and Blue, which fits his physical saber style that draws from the darkness to serve the light (red into blue) rather than seeking a balance like Ahsoka's which would cause her to negate the darkness in the crystal with her innate light. Going a step further, while Yellow is a primary color, it isn't a principle saber color, meaning we'd have to cross red and green to get there and if what we know of yellow saber users in either canon is true, it is either the natural state of the crystal/saber, or an indication of a user seeking to defend the light with a passion that toes the line. We have Bastila who is more mental in her focus of the Force, but is easily turned dark due to her passion for both the order and Revan being used against her by Malak, we have the Temple guardians, one of whom fell to darkness and became the Grand Inquisitor due to unknown circumstances, only to be redeemed by Kanan which is confirmed from beyond the grave when he knights him later on. So by now we know that crystals can be tuned to a different color if taken by a user from opposing ends of the spectrum, but typically only end up as white or possibly yellow, as purple was a rare case. Going back to Viszla, it is possible to surmise that in his forming of a lightsaber he may have sought to balance his heritage with his teachings, or sought to combine his knowledge of weapon making from his people with his knowledge of the Force. I like to suggest that he crafted the Darksaber using beskar in some portion to act as a focusing element for the crystal, which would explain it's sharp katana like shape and possibly its cracked appearance on the blade. But also going on what we know of colors, in that white is the presence of light but the absence of color and black is the absence of light but the presence of all colors, and that in lightsaber color mixing, hues can show alignment to a side or an ideology, where Ahsokas white sabers are a reflection of her pure light nature but the rejection of any ideology but her own, Tarre's could have been an acknowledgment of his combination of all martial styles on either side, but an absence of light for the most part. Now this gets even more complicated considering that he was a Jedi who did not fall to the darkside according to records, but could've left the order at some point, or possibly left and was taken down with the official records altered to hide his discovery. Whatever the case, let's assume that Tarre was honorable because the Jedi kept his blade, but not only that, but because of the presence of white light on his dark blade. You're probably thinking, well it needs a white outline to make it visible, so that's a technicality, and that's right, from a certain point of view. But let's assume that the darksaber is designed much like a black hole, and that it feeds on the pure Force presence in all beings, regardless of sensitivity or not. The white streaks are an indication that this crystal was not made to bleed, but instead it was created as an anti Jedi countermeasure from within the order. It would fit the idea that Mandalorian technology is perpetuated by a need to overcome the Force, even in the hands of one who could wield it, and that a sentient crystal could sense the purpose of a young Jedi from a culture opposed to the Force simply because of circumstance. It is no coincidence then that the color of a saber this unique would be Black, the color of justice in his own culture, potentially meant to be used by anyone willing to train to use it effectively, to level the playing field against the Force users warring over balance in the galaxy. Back to the name. and this part is pure my idea on the subject. This was easy simply because, Tor and Tarre are very similar sounding and initially many sites wrote Tarre as just Tar. I'm certain that Filoni in his research of existing mandalorian canon before the EU purge saw the name of the leader of the Death Watch and saw an opportunity to take that name and give it a greater purpose. Like rewriting it and attaching it to a Mandalorian Jedi who could've found out the truth of who he was when the war against his own people was in full swing, causing him to abandon the order long enough to learn the truth about both sides, only to return to battle to stop the war on the side of the Jedi but possibly at the cost of his own life, creating a legend among his own people of his blade, worthy to be wielded by one destined to lead Mandalore in its revenge against the Jedi. I mean if you're going to try and canonize KOTOR without Revan, why not just kill two birds with one stone. Give Revan a new name and angle for leaving the order that removes the godhood but keeps the mythic nature of that eras hero in a new form. Also explains a Jedi in a Mandalorian mask. And if you wanna take it a step further, let's look at the legacy of the Viszla clan, always a step away from leadership, but always in the business of creating weapons for the advancement of their people, whether they be literal (Tarre and Sabine) or ideological, like the Death Watch (as founded by Tor* and led by Pre Viszla) yet always having these weapons used against them. It creates a scenario where Sabine inheriting the Darksaber but finally using it to unite her people and give it to a rightful heir that can strike back at the darkside of the Force, attaining justice for all Mandalorians, is the fulfilment of a larger legacy, something that SW is big on. And for extra kicks, if the darksaber eventually ends up in the hands of a certain Fett, whose father is considered a false Mandalorian, and he becomes Mandalore, it brings the EU story of Jango to a vindication point, where a semi factual origin story frames the struggle between honor and pride in a warrior race capable enough without the Force to challenge the Jedi and Sith. So yeah, that's my crazy idea, and hopefully if I'm right, we can all look at this as a moment when an outsider called it on the nose. Or we can laugh at the silly fan fiction when I'm wrong. Either way that's the beauty of SW. So much lore not enough budget or time to do it all. Color Theory comes from Reddit user AndreLoga General Theory of Lightsaber Color https://www.reddit.com/r/starwarsspeculation/comments/5vu0g1/general_theory_of_lightsaber_color/?ref=search_posts

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Poison Rain - Chapter One

Heyho, welcome to my new, big Fanfiction-project!

Poison Rain will be a multi-chapter- AU about Padmè surviving Mustafar and disguising for seven years until Vader finds her.

This is the first chapter (you can also find it on AO3, if you wish: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9608513/chapters/21708230

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Padmè Amidala Naberrie leaned on the railing and looked down to the busy city below the palace of Alderaan. The sky shimmered in a deep orange and the clouds seemed to glow. She loved the peace of the sunset behind the mountains.

“Lysa? Lysa!” The voice of the young princess of Alderaan echoed through the wide corridor and Padmè turned to her.

“My princess?”

Leia Organa wrapped her arms around her belly and Padmès heart felt heavy for a moment. “Father says, I am done. I managed the whole day with the council and I didn’t complain even once.”

Padmè fondled Leia’s hair which was dark brown and curly. Just like mine. Even with blonde colored hair and the blue contacts her daughter looked so similar to herself, that Padmè sometimes wondered how anyone could overlook the truth. “I am so proud of you, my princess”, she said lovingly. “I know one day you’ll be a queen as good as your mother is.”

“First I’ll be senator as my dad”, Leia answered back. “Actually I think this is a position with much more power.” For her young age –she was nearly seven years old- she had a very good understanding of diplomacy and politics. She never ought to know who her real parents where, but Padmè couldn’t help to see herself in every word the little girl said. Except her strong temperament. I was a calm child, and she is always loud and demanding. She knew too well where that trait came from.

Leia dragged Padmè with her, still chatting about her day with the government. “And then that guy from Tatooine came again to ask dad to speak for him … You know, the anti-hutt-movement …” The mention of the desert planet felt like a stitch. She didn’t talk to Obi-Wan for too long but the Jedi was careful and rarely searched contact with her. “It’s too dangerous”, he said. “What has an Alderaanian employee to do with an old eremite from a forsaken planet like Tatooine?”

After she gave birth to her son Luke she had only seen him twice, the last time two years ago. Obi-Wan wouldn’t allow her to come and his reports where more than imprecise. He is a Jedi, not a father, and he lives far away from Luke. Anakin’s step-brother didn’t like Jedi and especially not one that could bring doom over his entire family.

Leia led Padmè to her playroom. It was big and colorful and full of toys and stuffed animals.

“What do you want to show me, your highness?”, she asked, still a little absent.

“You know, Master Morum told me about the Jedi and the old republic …”, the girl explained.

Master Morum was Leias teacher. “What did he teach you?”, Padmè asked concerned. In the official version all Jedi where traitors and the republic was a weak institution, helpless against threats from outside. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

“I know they say, they where evil, but they protected the galaxy for thousands of years, didn’t they?” Leia didn’t wait for an answer. “So I made this!”

She knelt down next to a little scenery of figures which where set up around the tiny model of a star destroyer. “I don’t think the empire is better than a republic. They do things, which are unfair and the senate can do nothing about it! So the Jedi fight. They will return and protect us, look!”

Padmè closed her eyes. Oh no, Bail, what did you think? Her old friend would better have taught her daughter conformity. She is too wise for her age. This will do her no good. In earlier days Padmè would have wished for a daughter that could think herself and fight for what she believed in. But the time changed and so did I.

Darth Vader looked upon the skeleton of the unfinished death star. He had his hands crossed behind his back and observed, how it got bigger and bigger while the star destroyer came closer. He would supervise the construction for the next weeks, until the gravitation problem was solved. The completion of the space station was delayed for months again because the isolation- material for the core reactor behaved unexpected towards the attraction of the nearby moon.

“Lord Vader? We are close enough now”, one captain reported with a salute.

Vader nodded. “Give me seven TIE-Fighters. I will fly a Lambda-Fairy.”

“Shall I inform Grand Moff Tarkin on your arrival?”

“No.” It will make a better impact if it is unexpected.

The man saluted again, rushed towards the bridge and shouted a few orders while Vader left the bridge and walked down the corridor that let to the hangar.

He had to send the hand of the emperor, who by now sojourned in the basement on the moon to Alderaan to keep an eye on Bail Organa – Vader didn’t trust the senator’s loyalty towards the empire.

A low-rank- commander awaited him already. “We manned the TIE-Fighters and the fairy, my Lord.” He licked his lip nervously.

“That’s what I expected”, Vader commented dryly and the commander winced. “Yeah, of course, Sir, I am sorry.” He licked his lip again and Vader grimaced disdainfully under his mask. Cowards where everywhere around him and men who allowed fear to control their behavior had already lost.

He greeted Tarkin and Director Krennic down on the moon basement. Tarkin was polite but Vader felt his bad mood- he was a man who rather worked on his own. Both had a lot of excuses for the problems which where only the newest in a long series of delays and unexpectancies. When the work started, Tarkin had estimated the construction time on five years, but now, six years later, they where still far away from even getting close to the finish. “Now that I have recruited Galen Erso, it will be much faster. He already worked on the original plans”, Krennic assured him. An ambitious man. He could be useful in the future.

“I hope you will work a little bit faster in the future, Director”, Vader replied harshly. “I have no time to deal with every single step you take.”

Grand Moff Tarkin saluted. “Of course, Lord Vader.”

“Director, am I right that Francine Vanli still lives here?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“I want to see her. After that I will return to the Executor to report back to the emperor.”

It made Padmè sad to watch her daughter entering the dining room without her. Bail had offered her a higher rank, which would allow her to take part in all those formalities, but Padmè didn’t want to risk that. She was sure that the Organas where under observation.

And if Vader found out that I am still alive … She shivered. The look in his cold blue eyes still followed her into her nightmares.

She was so sentimental today, but tomorrow would be the seventh day of the empire, the seventh birthday of her children. They came more than one month too early, probably because of the internal injuries …

No. Stop thinking about that, she admonished herself. You won’t cange the past, no matter how often you think about it.

That night, she was back on Polis Massa. Far away from Anakin, but she could still feel the pressure on her throat. Every breath felt like she was inhaling fire and her skin was covered in cold sweat.

“From a medical point of view she is well”, she heard the droid tell Obi-Wan. And also: “For reasons we can’t explain … We are losing her.”

No, she wanted to scream. No it hurts so bad it feels like fire I am not well I can’t breath, please, make it stop … The droid told Obi-Wan, that she was about to give birth to twins. Twins? Oh no … She never dared to go to a healer, afraid that queen Camilla could release her out of service before the war was over. Then: It is too early, more than one and a half month, my babies will die and I will die too …

Then the scenery changed and she found herself in a mass of people, her face veiled while she attended her own funeral. She floated in the air and looked down into the hearse, saw her very own face so pale, so dead … It’s just a wax figure, something deep inside her flustered. A pregnant wax figure, hands crossed over the swollen stomach.

She awoke in a sea of sweat, the moon still shining trough the high window. Just a dream, she thought. It was just a dream. But it was not. It happened, only seven years ago. Leia doesn’t even know, that it is her birthday, she thought sadly and her hand wandered to her belly. Bail and Breha had made her a few months older to avoid questions.

My little girl. And my boy. She had to celebrate the birthday of her children alone.

“She is on her way to Alderaan, my apprentice?”, the Emperor asked.

“Yes, Master.” Vaders voice sounded deep and synthetic in comparison to Palpatine’s croaking. He knelt on the floor of the empty conference room, one arm shored on his leg, his head lowered. The Emperor could feel challenged by even the slightest sign of disrespect.

“Very well.” Palpatine nodded. “When do you think will the new station be operational?”

“Grand Moff Tarkin estimated five more years.”

“That is not what you think.” Palpatine eyed him.

“No, my Master”, Vader admitted. “This mistake won’t be the last. Many things can just be done by try and error, we have no records about an equally ambitious project in the last two thousand years.”

“What is your estimation?”

“It will be at least a decade.”

The emperor nodded again. A dark hood covered his face. A pity. Vader served him six years and he knew nearly nothing about Darth Sidious. Even though I once thought I did. The cynical smile hurt in his burnt face, but Vader was used to the pain.

“I allow you to leave”, decided his Master. “I await your report on the building progress.”

“Yes, my Master.” The hologram disappeared and Vader got up. His time would come.

“I am glad to meet you, Miss Aevan”, Padmè welcomed the new women friendly. She flicked through the application and smiled. “Oh, you where born in Theed?”

“Yes, Mylady.” The new was around Padmès Age, her hair was auburn red and she had dark blue eyes.

“Lysa, please. I am of Nabooian decent myself”, she told her – she and Breha had decided that more truth would make the lie more believable years ago.

“So call me Francine, please.” The women smiled shyly. “Where in Naboo do you come from?”

“Kaadara. Did you ever visit it? It is beautiful, so near the coast …” They chatted on. Padmè decided, that she liked Francine. She spoke basic with the melodic dialect that was characteristic to most Naboo- Native-speakers and she knew even a few words Gungan.

Padmè introduced the young women to her new job as servant in the royal chambers - due to the information in the application she was well trained and experienced in that field and one of the old servants had just left because of his age. She tried to hurry up now because she had an appointment with Obi-Wan who two days ago finally agreed to talk to her again.

They met Leia in her playroom – thankfully she had removed the Jedi-scenery days ago – and Padmè greeted her happily. Due to the day of the empire a week ago the princess was very busy with all the ambassadors and parades and she followed Bail to every single appointment, so she had rarely seen her.

“Your highness.” Francine sunk in a formal curtsy.

“My Princess, this is Francine, the new servant. You know, because Lucan left us.”

“Oh yes.” Leia grinned. “Hi, Francine.” She could be very engaging, if she wanted to.

Padmè left the young women with the elder servant Cary to introduce her further into her work and hurried to her own room. Puh, just in time.

She had an own holoprojector, which she now turned on. Only a few minutes later Obi-Wan appeared in the typical blue, flickering way.

He wore an old robe and she was shocked to see that light strings shimmered in his dark hair. The Jedi had always been a serious man – except for the never ending supply of one-line-jokes – but the deep wrinkles on his face let him look ten years older than he was. Padmè realized that it was nearly a year since she had seen him the last time. And with every year he ages a decade.

“Lysa”, he greeted her with a tired voice.

“Ben”, she answered with his assumed name. “How is Luke?”

“Oh, he is good. Blond hair, shiny blue eyes and always loud. I feel like I was a twenty-five year old padawan again.” He smiled sadly.

Padmè thought back to the Naboo-crisis and the time they spent on Tatooine. “Are you an angel?” where the first words Anakin ever said to her, a wild but so warm-hearted child. Maybe those words are what made me fall in love with him then years later, she thought cynically. These very words made her overlook the angry, young man in his twenties all those years ago. I could only see his smile, not the anger in his eyes.

“Owen tries to protect him”, Obi-Wan went on. “But if he is a little bit like his father this will never be enough to him.”

Padmé sighed. “What about … you know what?”, she barely dared to ask, but she had to know.

“It grows stronger.” Die Jedi shook his head. “I think he already uses it unconsciously. He needs somebody to train him, but Owen won’t allow me to get even near the boy.”

“I can understand him”, Padmè said absently. He is strong with the Force. Of course he is. How could he not?

“What about Leia?”, he asked gently.

“I don’t know. Not in an obvious way at least.” She frowned. “Or maybe she is just better in control of herself. Please, can you tell me more?” Her heart was hungry for every word.

“I saw him fly his uncles speeder a few weeks ago. Another little pilot I guess.” Padmè couldn`t help herself but smile. “Maybe he can be the little boy Anakin was meant to be.”

A shadow sank over Obi-Wans face. “Yes. Maybe.”

“Why did you have to restart this phase?”, Vader asked coldly. The officer in front of him looked as if he was near a breakdown.

“It is like … I fear, the plans contained a mistake, Mylord …” Captain Rook had to supervise the casing of the station, but something went wrong and the removal and reapplication of a thousand tons of material would cost the empire months and many credits.

“A few … cable chutes and ventilation shafts where planned to small …”, he babbled on.

“And?”

The man whipped his forehead. “Mylord?”

“What did you do to correct this?”

“The plans have been rewritten and we … We’re gonna catch up to the timetable. I will take care that we do.”

“Who planned the casing?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure, Sir.”

“You’re lying. You remember, and so do I.” He lifted his hand and Rook sank down, hand at his throat. “You where responsible from the beginning”, he told the corpse. “A lie, and a bad one.” He turned around to the men at the bridge who had observed the scene.

“Lieutenant Veers!”

The man saluted. “Yes, Mylord?”

“You where involved in the work of this man, right?” “Right, Sir.”

“Your troops await you. I want the C-sector to be renewed by the end of the year, Commander.”

“Thank you, Mylord.”

Vader nodded shortly, then he left the bridge and rushed to his own rooms. He had to report to the Emperor.

“Luke? Luke! Where are you going again?” The voice of uncle Owen echoed over the field.

The blond boy winced. “I am coming!”, he shouted back.

He stuffed the speeder he was building under the plans and ran to the house. “I am sorry, uncle”, he apologized, gasping for air.

Owen stroked his hair. “It’s fine, Luke. Come on, your aunt made dinner.”

Luke jumped down the stairs into the wide manhole, which contained the entrances to the different rooms and sheds as well as all the machines and droids the farm required. He rushed into the kitchen and shouted: “Aunt Beru!”

She turned around and threatened him jokingly with the wooden spoon. “Where have you been again, boy?”

“We fought the empire”, the seven-years old explained proudly. “Me and Biggs, you know.”

His aunt laughed. “So, that makes hungry for sure. I made stew.”

“Oh, not again.” Luke grimaced.

“Soldiers eat that every day”, she told him. “You have to get used to that if you want to fight the empire.”

“Really?”

“Oh, please Beru, don’t strengthen him anymore”, Owen sighed, entering the kitchen.

“I will be a great worrier!”, Luke claimed and Beru smiled lovingly. “Let him dream, Owen. Reality will come soon enough.”

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