#ch: plo koon

[rebel-ahsoka]

STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS Season 1, Episode 2: Rising Malevolence

#tcwedit #swedit #plokoonedit #disneyetc #swsource #show: tcw #ch: plo koon #*mine

[clonehub]

Plo probably secretly got a closet full of the best vintage fits on his side of the Galaxy. He's got a black mask with gold engraving for "special occasions". His nails are acrylics he changes every week. Nobody is touching him.

#ch posts #plo koon #star wars

[tup-ika-5385]

Knockout Ch. 11

Chapter Summary:

The quiet felt wrong, stilted, and Tup shivered despite himself. Most troopers spent their lives constantly surrounded by their vode, finding comfort in the near constant din of their brother’s voices, even in quieter spaces like the medbay. Right now, though, Patch’s quiet groan was the only sound, as he flipped Wolffe over where he was sprawled out on the medbay floor, still down for the count.

Ch. 11: Processing

“W-What happens now?”

Tup’s words echoed in the tense silence of the medbay. The slight tremble in his voice that he hadn’t quite been able to shake was back in full-force, and he clenched his fists in frustration, both at himself and this whole situation. 

The quiet felt wrong, stilted, and Tup shivered despite himself. Most troopers spent their lives constantly surrounded by their vode, finding comfort in the near constant din of their brother’s voices, even in quieter spaces like the medbay. Right now, though, Patch’s quiet groan was the only sound, as he flipped Wolffe over where he was sprawled out on the medbay floor, still down for the count.

Taking the Commander’s pulse, Patch let out a quiet huff of relief. “He should be out for a while; give us some time to figure out what to do.”

He sighed, motioning for Dogma to help him get Wolffe onto one of the nearby med beds. But Dogma didn’t move, still in the same spot he’d been in when Wolffe had collapsed.

That had been far too close— his hands shook when he glanced down at them, the hypo from earlier having clattered to the floor. He felt sick, and his hand burned with the hypo’s absence, knowing that he could’ve killed a vod– almost had to kill a vod– that or let Tup die at a brother’s hands. 

After another long moment, Dogma finally took a step, knees weak with the relief that he didn’t have to make that choice. He wasn’t sure how he’d ever look the Commander in the eyes, after that, but Patch had saved them all from a much worse fate.

Noticing Dogma’s hesitation, Patch gave him a tired smile, hoping to reassure him. “He’s out, Dogma. Won’t be waking up for at least a few hours, with the sedative in his system. Those things hit like a sledgehammer to the circadian rhythm. It’s why us medics are so hesitant to use them for run-of-the-mill insomnia and battle stress.” 

“R-Right.” Dogma stuttered before finally moving to help get the Commander off the floor. They had barely managed to get him up onto a medbed when a thunder of footsteps sounded just outside the door. Tup flinched back behind a monitor and Blu aimed one of the Commander’s blasters at the door, only to lower it with a sigh of relief when General Koon was the first one to enter, followed by the others.

“General Plo, it’s good to see you, sir.” He said, voice faint with relief as he waved the group further into the medbay. The Commander had worn his helmet when he’d entered earlier, his voice cold and indifferent through his vocoder. Thankfully, when the others entered the chaotic medbay, including Boost, Sinker, Kix, and even Hardcase trailing behind them, Dogma’s heightened nerves relaxed a little as he saw their wide eyes and concerned looks.

The General wasted no time, standing at Wolffe’s bedside with a pensive look on his face, obvious even with his mask and goggles. 

“His presence in the force is clouded. I could not sense him when I entered.” He murmured, placing a careful hand on the Commander’s forehead.

“We think his chip was activated.” Fives replied, standing up with a groan, holding a bacta patch to his right temple where the Commander had launched him into a wall. “He was trying to kill Tup, and anyone else who got in the way.”

“H-He wasn’t himself…” Patch added worriedly. “He called Tup by his number, and his voice…” He paused with a shudder. “I’ve never heard him sound like that. ‘Was all I could to sedate him when he was distracted.”

Boost blinked, stunned. Even when teaming up during sparring practice, it was a rare day indeed when someone got the upper hand on the Commander. “Wait, Patch, you took him down?! B-But you’re a medic!” 

“I have bad days!” Patch’s voice bordered on hysterical; this whole thing had been a lot for him– definitely not good for his heart. He took a long breath to steady himself before adding, “It was a joint effort– but it almost felt like he was going easy on us. Like he was fighting it.”

At that, the room went quiet, and a chill went down Patch’s spine when he thought about how much worse it could’ve been. Small mercies– if control chips in every clone’s brain could be called a mercy.

“I want it out– we need them out!” Fives growled, his sentiment echoed by nearly every trooper in the room. 

Patch was already nodding, reluctantly comming Korbel– the CMO was grumpy on a good day with a full night’s sleep, but he didn’t want to chance Wolffe waking up and trying something he’d regret. “Agreed. Wolffe first– keeping him sedated is a short term solution, and w-we don’t– I don’t know enough to say whether the changes would be permanent or not.” He swallowed hard at that statement, feeling cold. Especially with the Commander’s history of head trauma, there’s no telling what the long-term effects would be.

When a clawed hand gripped his shoulder in warm support, Patch glanced up at the General in quiet surprise. 

“The Commander is shrouded from me, but not gone. Do not lose hope, Patch. I sense that Wolffe’s stubbornness will endure.”

Patch nodded, laughing wetly as he choked back tears. He’d have time for that later. “R-Right. Thank you, sir.” He took another moment to settle himself, still a little shaky with adrenaline now that the fight was over, but his anxiety shot back up as Fives’ eyes widened.

“Wait– won’t the Kaminoans be expecting some sort of update? How do we do that without the Commander�� or without them brainwashing whoever we send in his place?” Normally, Fives would happily volunteer to impersonate a commanding officer, but with the threat of the chips, him and the rest of the Wolfpack were out. 

Technically, Tup could do it, but he was almost as bad of a liar as Fives was, and with his emotions out of whack since everything had happened, Fives didn’t know if he could guarantee that Tup wouldn’t give something away, even in full armor. Still, they were running out of options, and Fives didn’t know if–

“I’ll do it.” Dogma’s quiet voice startled Fives out of his thoughts, tense with nerves but resolute in his desire to protect his batchmate.

“What? Dogma, I-”

“My chip didn’t work– probably never did. I-I’m…” He swallowed nervously, terrified at the thought of being found out by the Kaminoans, but he could do this. He had to do this. For Tup. 

“I’m the only one who can.”

And as much as Fives hated to admit it, Dogma was right. Glancing around the room at the rest of his brothers for confirmation, Fives finally gave Dogma a resolute nod before standing to help divest the Commander of his armor.

Hopefully Dogma had a good sabacc face.

______________________

Sitting in the quiet medbay, Fives and Tup shifted restlessly as they waited for an update from the others. Dogma had kitted up in the Commander’s armor before sending the Kaminoans a comm to let them know that the chips had been dealt with. 

Hardcase and Kix had helped him come up with the wording, being the only two vode among them who could lie reasonably well. Little notes like calling Nala Se “doctor,” instead of “sir,” referring to Tup as a traitor, and other minor details that would hopefully keep them safe from future orders. As much as they wanted to join him, they could only hope and plead with the Force that their deception wouldn’t be discovered, especially not before the chips had been dealt with.

Sans armor, the Commander himself was currently in surgery, with CMO Korbel currently removing his chip. If it was safe, the rest of their chips would be removed shortly after. While the procedure itself didn’t take too long, the medic himself was running on four hours of sleep, kaff, and spite, but for now they’d decided to prioritize those in command and the wayward 501st troopers. After Boost and Sinker, Fives was first in line. 

Hands clenched tightly around the datapad that held the key to the Separatist plot, Fives’ thoughts spun in circles, anxious for an update.

“Can I see it?”

“What?” Blinking away his thoughts, Fives glanced questioningly at Tup.

“The list. With the orders– I-I need to know…” Tup swallowed, a pit of dread filling his stomach. He still didn’t remember much from when his own chip had started to go haywire, but still. He could’ve been made to kill his vode, murder civilians, even kill himself. He needed to know what that chip in his head had almost made him do.

Fives paused for a long moment, limbs going still as he gave Tup a searching look before finally nodding in agreement. He pulled up the list on his datapad before handing it to Tup with a sympathetic look. 

Tup nodded in thanks as he took the datapad, taking a long breath before finally giving it a look. Adjusting his new glasses, he read through line after line of horrors, just as bad as Fives had said, and worse, but a chill went down his spine as his gaze stopped at Order 66, and he knew with certainty which order had been triggered inside him. His breath shook and he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to calm himself. He didn’t even realize he was shaking until Fives put a hand on his shoulder in quiet support.

“Alright, Tup?” Fives asked cautiously.

It was a di’kutla question; he knew as soon as he asked. None of them were alright– Commander Wolffe was fighting for his life, Dogma was impersonating a Commanding officer, and they were all one comm call away from being killed by their vode, stuck with kriffing time-bombs in their heads. 

Tup seemed to agree with the sentiment as his breathing sped up and his movements went choppy. Voice ragged with nerves, it was all he could do to humm a thready acknowledgement as he attempted to get his breathing back under control. 

Tup had always been on the anxious side, for most vode, but it took a surprising amount of effort to reign himself in, even with Fives’ comforting hand offering a warm support, gently guiding him back to himself. But finally, he managed to steady himself enough to answer when Fives asked, “Which one was it?”

Tup swallowed, throat suddenly dry. “Order 66.”

“Kriff.”

Tup huffed a choked laugh, slightly hysterical despite himself. “Yeah…” He trailed off, leaning in when Fives pulled him into a hug.

They had just separated again when the medbay doors whooshed open and Dogma stepped in, tugging nervously at the ill-fitting armor, thankfully not significant enough to be noticeable over a holocall. 

“Well?” Fives asked, one arm still tight around Tup.

Taking off the Commander’s helmet, Dogma gave them a short nod, face pale but eyes shining in relief. He hadn’t kriffed it up, and now the Kaminoans were off their tails, assuming that all evidence of the chips had been tossed out an airlock, never to be seen again. They were safe for the moment, free to go back to the 501st, alert the Jedi, and get these chips out of their brothers’ heads. All of them.

___________________

[Algorithm Connection Confirmed]

[Information Received on Case 00024613]

[Processing]

Case 00024613: Kaminoan forces cite an instance of a clone removing their inhibitor chip before being subdued. 

Chip Purpose: Chip responsible for minor behavioral inhibition

Chip Priority: High

Case Report: Kaminoans report that the trooper in question, CT-5385, has been eliminated, along with CT-6116, CT- 5493, CT-6922, and ARC-5555. The evidenc–

[Hardware reboot required. Processing]

Case Report Continued: The evidence in question has reportedly been disposed of, with product CC-3636 of the 104th Battalion returning to normal duty after eliminating all traces of foul play.

…

Update: Sensors detected communications between Venator II Class Star Destroyer Resolute under the 501st Legion and Venator I Class Star Destroyer Defender under the 104th Legion. Keywords of transmission include “transport, troopers, rendezvous, resupply.” A small freighter is scheduled to provide additional supplies to the Resolute during a rendezvous on Coruscant. Freighter lists only cargo and one pilot in transport.

[Processing]

Inconsistency detected: Resolute resupply on Coruscant already taking place– additional resupply from 104th deemed inefficient and unlikely. 

Additional information: Common 501st Battalion tactics include misdirection, including disguising as Separatist forces to gain access to information and facilities. Similar tactics utilized on: Rishi Moon Base, Malevolence, Geonosis, and Lola Sayu.

Risk Assessment: Not insignificant.

Recommendation: Task force deployment to intercept the freighter and capture any Republic forces to determine status of enemy knowledge of chips. 

[Processing]

Recommendation approved.

[Algorithm Disconnecting]

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AO3 Link:

#clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #arc trooper fives #clone medic patch #clone trooper hardcase #plo koon #my fics #my stuff #tcw fic #swtcw fic #inhibitor chips arc #swtcw fanfic #tup has anxiety #tup survives the chips but has long term side-effects

[unwhitewashthebadbatch]

One argument I hear all the time is “It’s stylized! None of the characters look like their animated counterparts!” But that’s not really true, some characters are portrayed accurately. Most, in fact!

Accurate: Captain Typho, Obi-Wan (except for the pointy beard, which is stylization,) Maul, C-3PO, R2-D2, Plo Koon, Aayla Secura, Luminara Unduli, Aurra Sing, Bossk, Baron Papanoida, Chewbacca (except they used his OT look instead of his prequels look,) Jocasta Nu, etc

Inaccurate: the clones, Anakin (sharpened features, wrong nose shape,) Dooku (wrong head and nose shape,) Palpatine (wrong nose shape,) Adi Gallia (lighter skin,) Mace Windu (protruding brow, mouth too close to nose,) etc

Maybe it would be useful to have a thread of visual examples observing the trend of who is portrayed inaccurately and why. Dooku and Palpatine are white villains, so they have hooked noses. Anakin is a hero, but Hayden Christensen’s nose is straight and prominent rather than button-shaped and his features are softer. We’ve already established why characters of color might have their designs messed with.

On the whole, the amount of “overly-stylized” characters is less than the amount of accurately-rendered ones. I mean, they even let Maul keep his earring! I don’t think most people know Maul HAS an earring. Clearly, the TCW picked and chose who to render accurately, and they’re still doing it in TBB and TOTJ. (Thank goodness for Mace’s update, though.)

You make a good argument, anon! There are plenty of characters who've had their features translated quite well into the tcw animation style. The standard clones don't have to be the exception, and there are so many other directions TBB themselves could have gone in..

~ Mod CH

#ask #mod ch #i dont know about creating another comparison page #if only because there's like. no space left on the carrd lmao

[projectdrow]

Golden Ember - Book 2, Ch.10 - Drawing the Line

'However, I also warn you, Obi-Wan. I see, welcome and support your efforts for Ahsoka's well-being. But the Council, and I in particular, will be watching closely to ensure you don't cross a line that I'm not sure you really know where it is at the moment.

But we can talk about that again in peace when I get back. You obviously know where you can find me.

May the Force be with you.

Plo Koon.’

#Star Wars #Star Wars Fanfiction #Fanfiction #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #Dark Obi-Wan Kenobi #golden ember #my stories

[o-wise-corvid]

There Is A Child: CH 4

“Maul.” Windu’s voice thrummed with fondness. He rose from his desk, a squat little table where he could sit, have his tea service within arm’s reach, and deal with the near constant stream of updates, reports and queries that the Master of the Jedi Order was tasked with handling. The tall man rose up from this little staton though, spreading open his arms and enveloping the shorter, slighter Zabrak in a firm embrace.

Maul returned it. And for a moment, shed the years of training and maturity so that the lonely little boy who still dwelt within his hearts could feel this. The love. The acceptance. The faith.

“Master,” he said. Once. Lest the trembling of his voice be noticed. It was the same every time Maul came home. He would never say it but he missed his… his family so horribly when he was away. Their warmth. Their love that could be touched and held.

But this is why coming home to them wasn’t something Maul loathed. How could he? They were here.

“Too long, my boy.” Mace’s calloused, yet smooth, hands framed Maul’s face, tilting his head ever so slightly this way and that. “You’re thinner.”

“Mhm.” Depa smirked at the two, folding her hands within her sleeves.

“Hush up, enabler,” Maul grumbled but this only made the other Jedi snort and chuckle. Then he found himself once more enclosed within the adoration of his family. And the snark was suddenly difficult to find.

Their meal was simple. Flatbread with butter whipped with savory herbs, accompanied with a green salad for the humans and poached eggs for the Zabrak. And tea. Always tea.

Depa stifled her natural tendency to laugh as she watched her brother eat. She watched the subtlest of hesitations as Maul reached for his utensils. The quiet almost-question for permission. But then when he was unhindered, the Zabrak ate like a half-starved Dewback. She tried not to wonder when he’d eaten a decent meal last. Too often, Maul had gone multiple days without eating as a young man, not because it was withheld, but because he was too anxious to ask for it.

She and Mace shared a glance. But continued to eat; remarks would be a mistake.

“So,” Maul murmured around an egg-drenched piece of bread. He paused, wiping his mouth and then leaning back on the cushions to allow his full stomach to settle. “What is all this secrecy about?”

Mace handed his Padawans small cups of tea, not replying for a moment until he’d reclined back and had a sip. “It is not a secret. At least not you. You are… hopefully an answer to the situation.”

Maul’s brows lifted in quiet interest.

Cued by Mace, Depa spoke up. “Kit Fisto and his Padawan were sent to Nar Shadaa to help negotiate a trade with the Hutts and the Pantorans. Chemicals for medicine. Just a regular mission. They were ambushed however by a Mandalorian sect.” Depa’s brows pinched toward one another. “They fought the attack off; these Mandalorians could rudimentarily use the Force.”

“Mm. Most unusual.” Maul blinked, the steam from the tea ghosting strange against his eyes. “I still fail to understand how I am so important here?”

Mace wanted to smirk at Maul. He was such an overlarge tookah of a man. Down to the way his irises slightly contracted with his question. But Mace knew what was coming. And there would be no humor there.

“One of these Mandalorians was left behind. A child.”

The change on Maul’s face wouldn’t have registered to those who didn’t know him well. But Mace and Depa read the careful freezing of expression. The tightly maintained control about the lips. The narrowing of Maul’s irises to near-invisible slits… and the liquid bloom of acrid yellow that bled over the softer, warmer amber. That was the worst. The ghost of what Maul might’ve become had Plo Koon never found him.

“They’ve being contained at the moment,” Depa offered. “They’re not allowing anyone close. And they’re nearly emaciated as it is. Won’t eat. Sleeps only when they absolutely can’t keep their head up anymore. And their so filthy, Maul… we can’t even tell the species or gender. They won’t take off their helmet.”

Maul was very quiet and very still for a long moment. “This is going to be a very painful situation.” The words were… clinical. Detached. But the warning wasn’t lost on the other Jedi.

“We’ll help however we can. We know this isn’t going to be easy but-”

“No.” Maul shook his head. Not angrily. No. He even smiled a little. “For this child. They need this world… this life, like I did. But for them to accept it… that is the struggle.”

Mace reached over, across the table, offering an open hand to Maul. The Zabrak took it. “We knew you would understand this better than anyone. Even us. I have faith that you can help reveal this to the child. You are very stubborn.”

The three chuckled, but the levity of the moment was gone. Maul was quiet and removed again, deep in thought and memory, as he helped clean up the meal setting. The others allowed him this. But they stood on either side of the Zabrak, letting their closeness strengthen him. They all knew; Maul was going to need it.

“Stand just here. In the center.” The Quermian inclined a long, graceful hand, showing the tiny red smudge peering out from behind Mace Windu’s legs where he should place himself. The partially obscured boy shrank back a little, one fist clenched fiercely around the hem of Windu’s tunic.

“It’s alright, Maul. I will be right here. I promise.” Mace rested a hand lightly on Maul’s head, patting a little. “I’m not leaving you up here alone. It won’t take very long. They just want to ask some questions.”

The Zabrak shook his head. Hard.

“Come on, little man. You’re so brave. You can do this.”

The praise rested oddly on the little one’s ears. Mace wanted him to do this. But the praise came first? Before? Why? That was… backward. He hadn’t even completed the test yet…

So he hurried forward. Before the pain to make him do things caught him. And the hopeful feeling Mace had spoken with curdled in his throat.

“Hello little one. Can you tell us your name?”

Maul squinted. This was the Jedi who’d brought him here… had he forgotten? This was puzzling. Mace had also just said his name. Was Master Koon deaf suddenly? “You know my name…” he muttered sourly and then immediately slapped his hands over his mouth, hunching in case the Kel Dor became angry with him.

Plo Koon chuckled however. “You’re right. I do. But we need you say it for our records, if you don’t mind.”

Maul’s breathing slowed with relief and he swallowed hard. “Oh. I-I’m Maul.” His feet shifted on the hard, stone floor, the cold making his bare toes ache. Maybe he should’ve let Mace put those shoes on him that morning but… too late now.

“See the pad I hold?” Another Jedi, smaller than Maul, green and absolutely covered in wrinkles from his long, tapered ears to his three-toes, clawed feet. “A game, we shall play. See images on my side, I can. Guess them, you should.”

A game? Depa had played a few of those with Maul. He liked them. So far. He nodded his head.

The green Jedi smiled and then nodded. “Guess.”

“A… cup. A… sh-ship. A-another ship. A…” But Maul frowned, squinting. In his mind, images and shapes had seemed to pop into existence, and he just… said them. He’d seen them before. But this one… round with spikes all over it.

Maul glanced at the green Jedi, trying to wrestle his breathing down. Keep it even. Showing fear earned pain. But how could he say what he saw if he didn’t know it’s name? How was he supposed to accomplish this? They were going to hurt him. He wasn’t doing what was ordered.

“Little one?” Plo Koon leaned forward, bracing a clawed hand on the arm of his chair. “Are you alright?”

“Much fear is in him,” Master Mundi mused with a sad shake of his head.

The Zabrak before them was trembling so hard that his knees could be heard knocking together. Chest heaving, he bowed his head, eyes shining with unshed tears. “Don’t… don’t know what it is. Round. Spikes. Don’t know the-the n-name.” His face scrunched up into a braced grimace, waiting for a blow, a cut, a shock… anything. Pain. It was coming. It was always coming for him.

“Maul? Come… come on. Relax. Breathe. Breathe, little man.”

Mace’s heart clenched painfully when even under gentle touches, the little boy’s entire body jumped. He even cried out, a terrified sound.

“No, no… come on. Doesn’t hurt, see?”

There was a silent instant of tension in the room as Maul processed that he wasn’t being harmed… and then nearly collapsed into Mace’s arms. Shivering. Scraping his face free of tears.

“Not crying,” Maul insisted to no one, his voice so low Mace almost missed it.

He lifted his head, looking to the Council. “It’s… not easy for him. And probably won’t be for a while.”

“Understand, we do.” Yoda slipped on his chair and carefully approached the huddled pair. He held up his three-fingered hand so Maul could see it and then rested it on the boy’s brow.

Maul’s eyes widened, irises slitted, but then under the gentle touch, visible relaxation spread over his small frame. Until the eyes dropped shut. And he leaned against Mace’s chest, slipping into a deep sleep.

“Of improvement, the Healers speak?”

Mace nodded. “Slow. But yes, Master.”

“Time, it will take. Patience for this one, we will keep. Strong in the Force, he is. Wasted, he shouldn’t be.”

Mace stood, picking up the little boy who sighed heavily in his sleep. “Agreed. Thank you for letting me work with him, Master.”

Yoda chuckled. “Your Padawan, he will be. Decided it is.”

“Uh…” Windu looked at the rest of the council. Who all chuckled at him. He smirked at them, unable to fend off a grin as he carried Maul to the lift, and then to bed. That eventuality had been exactly what he was going to ask for.

#there is a child #chapter 4 #gen writes #jedi!maul #they au #I really love the Jedi Fam dynamic #just it’s so precious #NEXT CHAPTER WE MEET A BAAAAAAB

[cc7111-marlo]

What we call home (Ch 2)

Minors and cloneship haters DNI

Rating:

Mature

Relationships:

CC-3636 | Wolffe/CC-7111 | Marlo

Tags:

Same-Sex Marriage, Romance, Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), alternative universe, No Order 66 AU, Travel

Chapters:

2/?

Wordcount:

5952 (ch 2)

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41524422/chapters/107614611#workskin

Summary:  

In a universe where order 66 never happened and the republic won, Wolffe and Marlo enjoy a life as free citizens now that the war is over. Now one and a half years after the war, they have their own home on Coruscant, jobs and are happily married. Although their lifes aren't as adventurous as before, the experience of figuring out what they want to do now is exciting in it's own way. With Wolffe still working for Plo Koon and Marlo wishing to leave the coruscant guard, what will happen when they leave behind all they've ever known?  

#doki writes #clone/clone #Wolffe/Marlo #SW Fanfic #Multichapter #clone x clone #m/m romance #Post order 66 fanfic

[nieithryn]

Tag Dump: Jedi

Hopefully Tumblr can keep these things straight, huh?

Still need my aesthetic tags tho....eventually.

#ch: We All Must Find A Path (Depa Billaba) #ch: Protector of Lore (Jocasta Nu) #ch: We Fight For Civilization (Mace Windu) #ch: Not To Me (Plo Koon) #ch: I Am Not Your Kind (Quinlan Vos) #ch: Things Escalated (Master Tholme) #musing: I've Gone Sane (Depa) #musing: History Teaches Us Much (Jocasta) #musing: Peace is Just a Slogan (Mace) #musing: My Children Are Everything (Plo) #musing: My Soul is Touched by Darkness (Quinlan) #musing: I Belong to the Shadows (Tholme) #Headcanons: Depa #Headcanons: Jocasta #Headcanons: Mace #Headcanons: Plo #Headcanons: Quinlan #Headcanons: Tholme #Tag Dump

[rebel-ahsoka]

PLO KOON, THE CLONE WARS Season 6, Episode 10: The Lost Ones

#tcwedit #swedit #plokoonedit #republicnet #starwarsblr #star wars #the clone wars #plo koon #show: tcw #ch: plo koon #*mine

[phoenixyfriend]

Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies: Ch. 3

Chapter 3: Compulsions and Clones

In which Fulcrum and Anakin do a lot of exposition, and Obi-Wan meets some Strange Children.

Plo Koon continues to be dad-shaped.

#Snips and Skyguy #Ahsoka Tano #Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Plo Koon #Jango Fett #time travel #Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies #star wars #Phoenix Files

[blackkatmagic]

Just read ch 32 of rwlf And!!! Gosh I just adore how you write sinker and savage interacting it's BEAUTIFUL and I love it. I absolutely loved how sinker was drawing parallels between savage and wolffe???!!! That was amazing I was SOFT. Also I adore how free sinker is with touch and his words and we LOVE TO SEE REASSURING TOUCH AND COMMUNICATION FOR THOSE WHO NEED IT. I am so excited for where the mental connection and overall relationship of these two are headed 💖

:D

Savage stares at his hand resting on the blankets for a long, long moment before he carefully picks it up, curling his own larger fingers around Sinker’s lax ones. He’s…warm. Not as warm as a Zabrak, but still noticeable when Savage has hardly touched anyone since Feral’s death. That aborted hug on Sekind was the closest he’s come in…a long time. Maul doesn’t invite casual touch, and beyond him, there's no one in the whole galaxy who would welcome Savage that close.

No one but a clone, someone Savage would have killed without thought even a handful of days ago. But—Sinker dragged him off the battlefield after Plo Koon knocked him out, got him away from Ventress, made plans for both of them to hide, survive. He hasn’t run, despite having multiple opportunities, and he keeps planning. Planning how to fight alongside Savage, or how to get him back in touch with Maul, or even just how to keep them both from being noticed. And—

He was laughing. Savage made him laugh.

#weebblossom #kat answers

[meandmyechoes]

my timeline for Dark Disciple

Open image in new tab to enlarge!

The BBY column is date in Earth 12-month years for clarity’s sake, so “19, 3” would be March of 19 BBY.

The Month.Week column is how much time it has been since the the start of the book. For example, Lethal Alliance/Ch 1-8 is marked as “1.1” to “2.3” in, which means the events span from Month 1 Week 1 to Month 2 Week 3, and the episode covers 1.5 months. All months are four-weeks long for simplicity. Contradiction #1

2021 Character Encyclopedia lists the Council’s decision to assassinate Dooku at 19BBY, which fits Plo Koon’s statement, “For almost three standard years, the war has raged,” in Chapter 1. However, the same encyclopedia also lists Ventress and Vos’s first meeting in 20 BBY. Contradiction #2

Since Ventress had lost her red lightsabers before the book starts, this places the book after her encounter with Ahsoka in 5.19 & 5.20, an event in 19 BBY. Otherwise in accordance with a 20 BBY starting point, the Ventress in Season 5 should’ve had hair and no red sabers. 

The current hypothesis puts Ahsoka’s fugitive days around Ch. 26, when Ventress is indeed on Coruscant, but would just have Vos’s green saber on her but not her yellow one she lost in Ch. 21

Conclusion

All things considered, I’m quite confident in my interpretation being the practical timeline. The inconsistent continuity is simply an unfortunate result of writers coming up with one idea before the other. The events of the Wrong Jedi arc might be necessary logistically (Ventress’s hair and sabers) but the emotional development in that arc does little impact to the same characters in Dark Disciple, namely, Ventress and Anakin. If the Wrong Jedi arc did happen sometime in Ch. 26. during the months she lost Vos, I don’t see why Ventress would want to divulge anything personal to another Jedi she despises. Her feelings of abandonment from the Jedi Order was independent of, and now might even be because of, what didn’t happen to Vos. I assumed Anakin would be less hostile towards Ventress since her testimony helped cleared Ahsoka’s name, but I realize his hostility might’ve even grown because he believed Ventress led not one, but two Jedi astray, this time a Master. I might even argue having Ahsoka’s leaving and Barriss’s betrayal fresh on the Council’s mind is one reason they are so determined in Ch. 34.

This is a timeline squeezing as tight as possible. I’m hardly giving them rest days and expect them to go from one mission to the next and handle it all within a day. Still, I cannot squeeze it down to the “canon-compliant” of within the first six months of 19 BBY. My estimate asks for at least 10.5 months for the whole novel to run its course. However, I prefer raising the minimum of “months” to at least three, thus gives a more instinctively natural 12-month story.

Unfortunately, a shortcut is taken and thus the timeline is incompatible with the Galactic Standard Year. It will be looked to expand later.

#sw reading #dark disciple #the clone wars #my sw meta #sw timelines

[greaterawarness]

"Our Chance" Brothers CH. 5

(The Domino Squad head out to do a job for a Mandalorian crime boss. They have no idea what waits for them. It most certainly wasn't four Jedi and three Mandalorian clan bosses. This might be their only chance to prove they have what it takes to join a clan.)

Fives fidgets while standing with his brothers waiting on the subway. His blaster felt heavy in its holster. He can’t help but look over his shoulder waiting for someone or something to attack him. Echo pats his shoulder helping him stare forward again.

“We’ll be fine, Fives.” Echo says softly. Fives could feel Echo’s own anxieties, but he was hiding it a lot better than he was. Fives swallows after taking a deep breath to try and calm down. They had no idea what was waiting for them at this address. Was it a trap? No. If the woman wanted them dead then she would have done it at the training ground. He thought of what would happen if they messed up. If they fail whatever test awaits them. What then? Would she just leave them alone? He didn’t know. When the subway doors open Fives, and his brothers step inside and take a seat.

It’s early morning on the weekend so not many people are on today. Fives spots a homeless clone bundled up in a corner trying to sleep. There were a few people trying to make it home from their drunken escapades. Fives stares down at his clasped hands and tapping foot.

“Hello again.” A deep familiar voice says pulling Fives out of his thoughts. He looks up to see the same Kel Dor that he met in the park staring down at him.

“Oh,” Fives says shocked. “Hello.”

“Do you mind if I sit with you? I do enjoy company on these early morning commutes.” He says. Fives shoves Echo and his brothers down so he can make room for the man. “I am Plo Koon by the way. I don’t believe I ever properly introduced myself last time.”

“I’m Fives. These are my brothers Echo, Droidbait, Cutup, and Hevy.” Fives says gesturing to his confused yet slightly intrigued brothers.

“A pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Plo Koon says in his deep rich voice.

“Off to work, sir?” Echo asks. The man lifts a hand to his mask as if to stroke a beard.

“Yes, in a way.” He says. “What of you boys? Off to work or off to cause trouble?”

“Maybe a little of both honestly.” Fives rubs the back of his neck. Plo Koon chuckles while folding his hands in his lap. They spend the rest of the subway ride sharing small talk. Plo Koon’s presence calms Fives almost to a point where he was relaxed. When the subway comes to their stop, they all stand. Fives is surprised when Plo Koon gets off on their exit.

“Going the same way? My how strange the Force works.” The man says. Fives knits his brows together in thought.

“The Force, sir?” he says. He only chuckles with a slight shake of his head.

“It is nothing. Let us just enjoy this beautiful morning.” He walks on. Fives shares a shrug with his brothers. As much as Fives enjoyed the company of Plo Koon he was becoming uncomfortably aware that they seemed to be heading to the same place. The longer they walked together the more his anxiety resurfaced. Hevy pulls out the sheet of paper with the address on it. They were getting close. Plo Koon comes to a sudden stop. Fives opens his mouth to ask why when he feels an uneasiness wash over him.

“Get down!” Plo yells before an explosion blasts debris overhead. Fives and his brothers have no time to run for cover. They can only try and shield each other. When the dust around them starts to settle, Fives can make out an odd purring sound. He has to blink a few times before he believes what he’s seeing. Plo Koon stands in front of them holding a green lightsaber. He had cut a giant piece of the building that had fallen on them in half.

“You’re a Jedi.” Fives says almost breathlessly.

“I have reached the objective. I have no visuals on the suspects yet.” He says into a commlink on his wrist.

“Understood, heading to your location now.” A clone’s voice says back. Plo turns to Fives and his brothers.

“You boys need to leave this area, now!” he says with a wave of his hand. A blaster shot echoes through the buildings. Plo Koon manages to deflect the shot with his lightsaber. Out of the dust from the explosion a group of bounty hunters jumps out onto a passing speeder. Fives instinctively tries to follow it before running into something hard. He falls back rubbing his face before making out grey Mandalorian armor. The Mandalorian tilts his head before turning and firing a single shot hitting the speeder taking it down.

“Sir,” the Mandalorian says to Plo Koon. “Boost and Sinker are on their way.”

“Good, we need to apprehend these bounty hunters before…” Plo Koon is cut off by a gun ship lowering down between the buildings.

“Oh, no, no, no!” the Mandalorian yells when three Mandalorians in light orange armor jumps down. They fan out before a familiar one pauses at the sight of the grey Mandalorian.

“Not again!” the orange one says. Fives flinches when a man leaps from the gunship to land between to two Mandalorians. Fives’s jaw drops at the sight of the gorgeous man from his first day on Coruscant standing in front of him.

“Come now, I’m sure we can share.” He says before dropping his white cape and spinning a blue lightsaber. The orange and grey Mandalorian sigh before turning back to the bounty hunters. The bounty hunters open fire down the street. The two Jedi stand in the front to deflect the shots. The two Mandalorians take point with their men trying to make ground from their positions. Fives felt frozen. He wanted to move. He wanted to fight.

All thoughts stop when a missile shoots overhead landing near the bounty hunters stirring up a cloud of dust.

“A missile?” the attractive man says before frowning. “Anakin!”

“You guys again?” a voice says before the man that helped Fives find his way home and the same one passed out with Rex jumps over them landing in front of the blaster fire. “I thought we were the only ones on this job?”

“It seems there has been a miscommunication.” The attractive man says deflecting another shot.

“Or perhaps not.” Plo Koon says. The man, Anakin, waves his own blue lightsaber before another figure jumps into view.

“Ahsoka?” Fives says but no one can hear him. She swings two green lightsabers before aiding in deflecting blaster shots.

“Master Plo, Master Kenobi, always nice to see you!” she says with a grin. Movement behind Fives makes him move finally. He and his brothers move out of the way so Rex, Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase can charge up from behind. They take point next to the orange and grey Mandalorian.

“Again?” Rex asks.

“Again.” The two Mandalorians sigh.

“Well, this has been fun, but I actually plan on taking these bounty hunters in.” Anakin says before giving his two-finger salute and jumping into the air. Ahsoka leaps just as high into the air towards the bounty hunters.

“You heard ‘em boys!” Rex says as he takes off on his jetpack. The orange Mandalorian makes a tsk sound.

“I’m going to advance.” He says. The one Ahsoka called Master Kenobi gives a grin.

“Yes, let’s not leave all the fun to Anakin.” Kenobi says before they both charge into the dust.

“Boost, Sinker, move in!” the grey Mandalorian says as he and Plo Koon advance. Fives stands staring at the battle in front of them. He looks to his brothers.

“This is our chance!” he yells.

“Yeah, chance to die!” Cutup yells.

“We might not get another shot to prove that we can keep up with these guys!” he says gesturing to the battle. Hevy and Echo stand with determination on their face. And maybe a little fear. Cutup and Droidbait slowly get to their feet not looking as enthused but none of them were backing down now. They turn and charge into the chaos.

The dust was so bad they could barely make out anything. Every now and then they come across a Mandalorian fighting off a bounty hunter or a Jedi swinging their laser sword. Fives runs into someone nearly falling back again. Ahsoka gasps when she recognizes his face.

“Fives? What are you doing? Get out of here!” she yells before deflecting blaster fire and leaping towards the bounty hunter. Fives turns only to run into someone else. He shakes his head to see a Duros wearing a large hat staring at him. The man narrows his eyes before drawing a blaster. Fives moves his head just before the blaster bolt can shoot through his forehead. His ears ring from the blast. Before the Duros can run away Fives spots the bag in his arms. It’s full of credits. The man zips the bag shut before running into the dust.

“Hevy, Cutup!” Fives yells. His brothers spot him. He points in the direction of the Duros. “Go after that one!”

His brothers charge. Echo grabs his arm to help him forward. They draw their blasters while dodging the chaos around them. At least they try. Fives gets tackled by a bounty hunter. He fights him off before it gets pulled off and thrown into the ground. Rex aims his blaster down before looking at Fives.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he yells. Fives doesn’t wait to get lectured. He runs back into the dust. He can make out the Duros’ ridiculous hat in the dust and lunges forward. They tumble to the ground. His bag rolls across the ground. Droidbait runs by grabbing it.

“No!” the man yells before elbowing Fives in the face. They struggle against each other. the man lands a solid hit to Fives’s gut making him lose his hold. The man runs after Droidbait. Echo and Cutup run past Fives while Hevy helps him up.

“Gotta keep going.” Hevy says. Fives catches his breath and is able to run again. They exit the dust to see the man chasing Droidbait up a fire escape. Fives leaps up grabbing onto the bars jumping up the sides, to impatient to take the stairs. When they reach the top Droidbait is trapped on the roof.

“Why did you run up?” Cutup yells slightly out of breath.

“Shut up!” Droidbait yells. He turns facing the man. They stand on the roof unsure of what to do. The man hovers his hand over his blaster. Echo places a hand on Fives’s shoulder.

“You know what we have to do.” He says with his hand squeezing his shoulder. He watches the mans hand moving closer to his blaster.

“What are you talking about Echo?” Fives’s heart rings in his ear. Before they can react, the man draws his blaster. Everything started moving slower to Fives. He watches the man pulling his blaster up to fire at Droidbait while he and Echo reach out their hands.

“No!” he yells feeling something extend from his arm knocking the man forward. He tumbles across the roof letting Droidbait get away. Fives stands frozen not sure what just happened.

“What the hell was that?” a voice says behind him. He turns to see Anakin, Plo Koon, and Kenobi all staring in disbelief.

“Clone Jedi?” the man grunts from the roof floor. He pushes some buttons on his wrist before the rockets on his feet activate. He flies away but no one seems to care at the moment. Fives looks to Echo.

“What did we just do?” he asks. Echo and Fives both pant feeling drained. Hevy, Cutup, and Droidbait walk up to stand next to Five and Echo.

“Well, we got their attention.” Hevy mutters.

Fives doesn’t know how they got off the roof or when they were sat down as the Jedi spoke to the local police. Everything was muffled. He watched Rex and the two other Mandalorian leaders speaking to each other while glancing over at Fives and his brothers. Fives taps his foot nervously. When the three Jedi and the three Mandalorian leaders walk up to them Fives wants to throw up.

“That was quite a display you just put on.” The one called Kenobi says with a smirk.

“Yes, not every day we see Force sensitive clones.” Plo Koon says.

“More like never.” Anakin mutters while crossing his arms. Fives exchanges a look with his brothers.

“Are we… in trouble?” Droidbait asks cautiously. This makes the three Jedi laugh.

“On the contrary we are quite impressed with what you’ve shown us.” Kenobi goes on.

“The Jedi theatrics aside,” Rex butts in making Anakin raise an eyebrow and Kenobi snicker. “You five handled yourselves pretty well in battle.”

“I could use men like you in the 104th.” The Mandalorian with grey armor says. He reaches up to pull his helmet off. Fives could practically hear the air get knocked out of Cutup and Hevy when Wolffe smiles down at them.

“You’re… you’re…” Hevy starts with Cutup shaking his arm excitedly.

“Fans of mine are ya!” Wolffe says making the orange Mandalorian nudge him. he removes his helmet. It’s the same Cody from the video.

“I was thinking you boys would be better suited for the 212th.” He says making Rex frown at him.

“Hold on, now. We can’t just bombard the boys with offers. Let’s let them think on it.” Rex says making Cody and Wolffe roll their eyes.

“Yes, it appears you boys will have the pick of the litter if joining a Mandalorian clan is what you want?” Kenobi asks with an arch of a brow.

“It is!” Hevy says making Rex, Cody, and Wolffe grin at each other.

“But you two,” Anakin says turning his attention on Fives and Echo. “You two have a much bigger decision to make.”

“Sir?” Echo asks.

“I can sense that you are both strong in the Force. If you want, one of us could teach you the ways of the Jedi.” Plo Koon explains. Fives shakes his head not fully understanding.

“Jedi? How could we…?” he trails off.

“Well, variations of the Jedi. We ourselves can’t really call ourselves Jedi anymore either.” Kenobi adds.

“You boys should come by and check out each of our clans. Then make a decision. Nothing needs to be decided today.” Rex says before they can go on. Rex could probably see how overwhelmed they were. Taking the hint, the Jedi back off along with Wolffe and Cody. Rex writes down three addresses. One was familiar. It was to the bar he and his group hangout. “Come check us out when you’re ready.”

He turns back towards his men. Hevy holds the piece of paper in his hand like it was a thousand credits. While his brothers go off on excitement, Fives feels himself get to his feet to walk over to Ahsoka. When she sees him she gives his shoulder a playful shove.

“If you told me you were Force sensitive, I would have just taken you to Anakin right then and there!” she says crossing her arms. Fives rubs the back of his neck.

“Didn’t know I was. Don’t really know what that means really.” He confesses. She places a hand on his arm.

“Well, it looks like you’re going to get what you want. You and your brothers should have no problem joining a Mandalorian clan after today. Just,” she trails off. “Make sure you think about it. Not every clan is the same.”

She leaves him so she can rejoin Anakin and Rex. Fives places a hand where she had touched him.

They start home after Kix checks them over. Cutup and Hevy haven’t stopped talking about everything that happened the whole way home. When they reach their level Fives places a hand on Echo’s shoulder.

“How did you know that we were… you know?” He asks softly. Echo stares at the ground as they walk.

“Honestly, I thought you knew. I just thought you didn’t want to talk about it because you didn’t want to seem different.” He says while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Why would you think that?” he asks. Echo shrugs while hugging his arms to his stomach.

“I dunno, I just assumed that you wanted to act like it didn’t exist. So, I never said anything. I noticed when we were younger. We could predict things before they happened, and you even moved the cookie jar off the counter with your mind when we were nine. I seriously thought you knew.” He says. Fives shakes his head.

“Am I that oblivious?” he chuckles making Echo grin.

“Yes.” His brothers say ahead of them. Apparently, Echo wasn’t the only one who knew. Great.

“You do run into a lot of things.” He points out.

“People too.” Fives laughs. As they walk on, they come across Rafa’s laundromat. They see Rafa about to walk in.

“Oi! Rafa!” Cutup calls. Rafa winces before turning to face them. They freeze when they see her bruised scarred face. Her right arm is bandaged in a sling. “Rafa?”

“Just stay away from me!” she yells. She runs inside her shop before locking the door behind her. they stand in the street feeling the sudden weight of their actions. They asked a favor of a crime boss. A crime boss Mandalorian at that. Rafa got hurt because of them. They walk in silence at that. Each of their stomachs twisted into knots. When they reach their apartment, they notice Sbug is nowhere to be found. Usually, he’s passed out or watching something at this hour. They walk up the stairs pausing at their door. It’s unlocked. Hevy swallows before opening the door. The Mandalorian woman stands in her black armor leaning against the back wall.

“Congratulations,” She says. They stand in the doorway paralyzed. “I hear you boys were quite something. Got three Mandalorian bosses trying to scout you now.”

The boys force themselves inside so they can close the door. The woman steps forward with a laugh.

“You should have told me you two were Force sensitive. Wouldn’t have made you go through that training course.” She says tilting her head.

“What do you want?” Hevy asks flatly.

“Now? Nothing. But now that I know what you boys can do?” she walks forward to grab Hevy’s chin. “Now I have bigger plans for you. We’ll be in touch.”

They part so she can walk through. When the door closes behind her Fives feels like he might vomit. He looks at his brothers who all share his look of horror.

“What the fuck did we do?”

Read full story HERE on AO3.

#fives #echo #droidbait #cutup #hevy #rex #wolffe #cody #anakin #plo koon #obi wan kenobi #ashoka tano #boost #waxer #clone trooper waxer #clone trooper sinker #boil #cad bane #force sensitive fives #force sensitive echo #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #writers on tumblr #star wars #star wars prequals #star wars AU #the clone wars battle tales #tcw

[padme-parker]

Collide / Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Chapter 5)

[a Star Wars x Avengers crossover]

Summary: Anakin realizes that he is falling for you, hard. He doesn’t want to hurt Padme, so instead, he distances himself from you.

Warnings: a couple of curse words, mentions of cheating, my writing

WC: 2.3k

A/N: Initially this was supposed to be ch 4.5 cause I started writing this when I was halfway thru with the original ch 5. but shit happens so here we are. p.s. I pulled this out of my ass so sorry if its bad.

read chapter 4 here

“took a minute, but I figured it out. The problem with me is you.” - Problem With You by Sabrina Claudio

You practically bolted out of the ship once Anakin landed it, not wanting to face the consequences of your actions. It was stupid really, pining after someone you couldn’t have. I shouldn’t have reciprocated his kiss. The thought of it alone was selfish, stealing away the husband and soon-to-be father from Padme. Your task was to save the universe, by any means necessary. Well, Fury did suggest that I get close to him. But he also said to not do anything to drastically change their timeline. But it just doesn’t make sense. How was I supposed to befriend him without changing the timeline? For all I know, my arrival here has already severely altered their timeline.

You went to your room while Obi wan and Yoda went to a meeting, Anakin was nowhere to be found. You sat yourself on the edge of your bed, hands roughly combing through your hair. All you wanted for Anakin was from him to be happy. Of course, you could accept the fact that maybe it wouldn’t have anything to do with you, if only that were true. In the short time you’ve been on Coruscant, you’ve noticed something change in him. But you didn’t know him, the real him. The only version of him that you knew was the one that existed on screen; The one who loved his wife so much, that he turned his back on the ones he loved the most to save her. Only to ultimately lead her to her demise.

The Anakin you were getting to know was different, in a good way, yet he was still so complicated. After training, you would eat together, whether it was in the cantina or at Dex’s, it was always the two of you. Some nights, he would come to your room to talk. And you let him. You let him rant about how unfair the council was, the pressure of being the chosen one- whatever he had to say, you listened to him. He did his best to express his emotions to you, but still got overwhelmed by them. At times, neither of you knew what to do. So you both sat in a comfortable silence, the mere presence of each other was enough for the both of you. Sometimes the two of you sat outside of the temple, watching the sunset as the nightlife emerged. Other times you would sit outside in the garden, meditating together. You’ve gotten to see the side of Anakin that no one really knew. Well besides Obi wan, Ahsoka, and Padme. You have yet to meet Padme., only hearing whispers of her from the other Jedi.

While you did train under Obi wan and Anakin, you rarely got to see Ahsoka. After coming to Coruscant, she became Plo Koon’s temporary padawan so that Anakin didn’t have to train the two of you at the same time. Although it wasn’t the same as completely leaving the Jedi Order, you could tell how much it affected Anakin. As you sat on your bed you couldn’t help the question that came to your mind. When it comes down to it, will I be the reason he falls?

-

Anakin is already in the room when you show up for training. There are no remarks or comebacks made as the two of you prep, just pure silence. Silence, was something that you hated. It was different from the sunset-watching silence you always shared. This was tense, heavy, and just straight up unbearable. Your movements were awkward as you took out your lightsaber and got into a fighting stance.

“So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?” You said, breaking the silence, not realizing you had just quoted Poe.

Anakin glares at you before responding, “There’s nothing to talk about.” He ignites his lightsaber and stalks towards you.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like yesterday didn’t happen.” You replied, gripping your lightsaber in both hands as you ignited it.

“I’d rather not think about it. Now be quiet and focus.” He said, swinging his saber only for you to block his attack. You complied and trained with him in silence, save for the occasional grunt that you let out.

As the minutes passed, you grew more tired as Anakin’s actions became assertive. He began swinging his saber more aggressively, the pace so fast you almost couldn’t keep up. He was going to back you into the corner if he didn’t stop.

“Anakin, stop!” You pleaded. Your words seemed to have no effect on him as he continued, his eyebrows scrunching together as he knocked your saber out of your hand. He raises his lightsaber, ready to strike you down. With no weapon in hand and no way out, you use the force to push him back.

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?” You screamed at him once he was a good feet away from you.

Anakin wanted to tell you the truth. That loving you was his problem. That with each passing day, the feelings he had felt so many years for Padme, had nearly diminished. With your arrival, it felt like he had been reborn. He began to see life in a new light, maybe even cherished it more. And deep down, he knew that you were always meant to be his, and he was always meant to be yours. At night he would lie awake thinking of you, of what your lives could’ve been like together. Oh, how he would curse and scream at the stars for this twisted fate. But Anakin knew that he couldn’t be with you, no matter how much he wanted you.

He hated himself for being unfaithful to Padme, and in return he directed his internalized anger towards you, the source of his problems.

“You. Are. My. Problem.” He said, accusingly pointing his finger at you whilst stepping closer with each word he said.

“ME? I’m your problem?”

“Yes, you!.” He replied, pausing while trying to think of something to say. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it isn’t going to work. You’re trying to stray me away from my path. I will not indulge in your activities. I am loyal to the Jedi Order and my duties.” Anakin felt bad, he truly did. He didn’t want to lead you on, but it seemed like it was already too late.

“You're the one who kissed me!” How ironic, he’s only loyal to the Jedi, but apparently not to his wife.

“Because you seduced me!” He countered.

“I did no such thing.” You replied. “It wasn’t my fault that you saw me swinging my saber and got turned on. That’s on you Anakin. Also, if you have so many problems with training me, why don’t you ask the Council to swap you out for someone else?”

He opens his mouth, as if he’s going to reply, but it quickly shuts.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You pick up your saber and exit the training room.

Now alone, he lays on the floor, with his limbs sprawled out while mindlessly staring at the ceiling. He knows that he’s just ruined every chance, no matter how small or big, of being with you in the future. Anakin could only beg the makers that one day, some very distant day, or possibly in another life, that the two of you would’ve been together.

-

You waste no time calling Fury when you return to your room. The device takes a while trying to connect with FRIDAY back on Earth, but she alerts Fury, along with Tony and Peter, that they had an incoming call from you.

Three faces pop up onto the hologram, Peter was basically screaming at you. You quickly greeted him back before telling them what just happened, or well the shortened version of what happened.

“I fucked up.”

“What do you mean fucked up?” Tony asks.

“Okay, so Fury, you know how like you told me to get close to Anakin-- but not really that close. Just close enough so that he could y’know, slaughter his fellow Jedi and the younglings but not me. And then he would eventually become big bad Daddy- oops hehe, sorry I meant Darth. Darth Vader. And kill all of these people with his extremely cool but extremely dangerous weapon. But not close enough that it would alter their timeline. Which doesn’t really make sense if you think about it. Like how do I get close to him without getting close to him, y’know? Also how am I supposed to know where Thanos-'' Your rambling gets cut off by Fury.

“Get to the point.” He says.

“Right…. so…. like I said, I did something and I fucked up. He basically wants nothing to do with me now.” You replied.

“I don’t care. Do whatever you need to do to get back on his good side. Use one of those mind tricks you learned if you need to.”

“Those won’t work on him.” You sighed, your body hunched over as you tried to think of possible solutions.

“Then do what you need to, or else I’ll be forced to take you off the mission. I don’t want to repeat myself again” Fury hands the device to Tony, “I’ll give you some time to speak with her. But I expect a plan the next time you call.” He says before leaving the room.

“So, how’s life over there treating you, Star?” Tony asks. “What happened between you and.. what do you call him? Flyguy? No, umm-”

“Listen, I don’t really want to talk about it. But besides that, it’s been okay. Not really different from back home. I wake up, eat, train, eat, explore, eat again, then go to sleep. Basically the same routine. The food here is alright, nothing compared to what I was eating back at home. But I’m grateful that they're giving me food and shelter.” The rest of your night was filled with chatter and laughter, the previous events from the grueling day slowly drifting away from your mind.

-

It’s been two weeks since Anakin had confronted you, and almost nothing had changed. Well except for those couple of days where you thought he had taken up on your suggestion, only for him to show up for a day of training then leave again. The first day he was gone, you thought nothing of it. Only that he might’ve needed some space. But another day passed and there was still no contact from him. Of course you could’ve taken this issue up to the Jedi Council, but what were they going to do? Offer to switch out Anakin for a Jedi Master? No, you wouldn't allow that to happen. Instead you tried to reach out to him using the bond you two shared, only to find yourself blocked off from the connection.

Without Anakin by your side, it felt as though you became vulnerable to your emotions and the dark side. More specifically, you could feel someone lingering in your head. It certainly wasn’t Anakin. This person, the force around them was dark. They commanded respect, power, and fear. The day they intruded your head was the very day you began having nightmares.

Your body was sprawled on the ground, as if someone had pushed you back. The ground is hardened, it makes you let out a groan. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you noticed the two figures in the distance. You could only see them below their collarbones, their faces were blurred.

One of them wore a dark robe while the other was wearing ordinary civilian clothing. It seemed like the two of them were arguing, particularly, they were arguing about you.

“You will not take her from me!” The man in the robe declared.

“She was never yours.” The other man calmly replied, his hands held up showing he did not want to fight, hoping the robed man would comply. He doesn’t, instead he stretches out his hand, using the force to bring the man into his grasp. He turns around the civilian, so that they are both facing you, and forces him to his knees.

“If I can’t have her, then you can’t either.” It was like time began to slow as he said those words. You could hear yourself sharply intake air as the man takes out his saber. All life around you goes to a standstill as you see a red light illuminate your surroundings, a blade protruding from the man's lower stomach. The sound of your own blood pumping is loud, but not as loud as the gasps emitting from the wounded man.

“KAZ!” You screamed, calling out for the man. It was then you realized that this person wasn’t you. You certainly didn’t know anyone with that name. Or perhaps this was someone you had yet to meet.

The robed figure retracts his saber, Kaz’s body falling in front of him. If you acted quickly, you could retrieve his body and save him.

“You see, Kaz. My intention from the beginning was to kill you. However, I think I’d like to watch you suffer instead.” That voice, it sounded so familiar, yet you couldn’t place your finger on who it was.

“What do you mean?” Kaz uttered weakly.

The man gave no response, only a glance towards Kaz before he began making his way towards you.

“No, stay away from her!” He pleaded.

The glow of his red saber became more clear then closer he got to you. The last thing you see is his saber coming your way before everything fades to black.

That night, you woke up drenched in sweat and panting as if you had just ran a marathon. If there was one thing that you understood, it was the fact that the force didn’t want you here. Your destiny was supposed to be fulfilled on Earth. Only time could tell you the consequences for trying to interfere. But you didn’t care, you were going to do whatever you could to save your friends.

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