#give me I give this person hell but if someone else (the Jedi) screws them over I’ll help you get revenge

[adragonsfriend]

"The Jedi are slaves to their doctrine..."

...yeah. Just like how boarding school is the same thing as prison.

**Also with a side of reasoning about why Jedi and Amavikka culture are different.

I haven't seen this opinion expressed in its full form too often, but I see it semi-regularly in diluted forms, and I honestly think it's dangerous as hell. It makes an equivalence between adhering to some admittedly high rules and expectations and literal actual slavery, where one person owns other people and spends their lives and labor without regard for their personhood.

I went to a boarding school for secondry school, and there was a little joke that went something along the lines of, "They give us a bed to sleep in, three meals a day, and you have to be back in your dorm at a specific time... sounds really similar to prison to me." And just between students, it was funny, it's still worth a chuckle occasionally.

Make that same joke to someone whose been to prison or worked in a prison, and they'll probably look at you like you're an idiot, and maybe if you're lucky they'll even tell you all the reasons you're dead wrong.

Comparing a Jedi's duties to slavery follows the same logic as the joke. It takes the superficial elements of two things, and says 'see? these things are the same, therefore everything else must be as well.'

Boarding School & Prison:

Both provide beds, meals, and restricts where you can be at certain times.

Jedi duty & Slavery:

Both involve rules you don't get to decide yourself, are sometimes dangerous, don't allow owning property.

I could write a longer sentence that could hypothetically describe either duty or slavery, but I think this gets the point across well enough:

Superficial similarities do not make two things the the same, and pretending they do is, I think, tied to the deeper issue of making judgements about the expectations and rules of cultures outside our own without first examining their causes and effects. With that idea in mind, let's go through a couple of Jedi rules and expectations and look at some reasons why they have developed the way they did, why they're very reasonable for the Jedi, and a little about what we can take from them. Then, because I think a comparison is helpful here, let's do the same for Amavikka culture.

Jedi Cultural Rules/Expectations

The Jedi are a culture of Force sensitives, people with the power to help or to harm literally in their blood. What rules and expectations does this give rise to?

No romance-- Love and lust are powerful forces. Not necessarily always good or always bad, but definitely powerful. There's a reason people have been writing stories about lovers who screw up their own and others lives over getting to be together since the dawn of time. There's a reason lovers have been screwing up their own and others lives over getting to be together since the dawn of time. There's a reason queer people being punished for be open about who they love is damaging. There's a reason banning interracial marriages is pretty damn evil (i mean that one's more complicated then just love being powerful but i digress). But all this said, when the expectation is followed out of genuine devotion to a way of life, it's very possible to live a fulfilling life without a romantic partner; there are lots of monastic communities where people willingly choose not to marry or do romance because they are entirely committed to other pursuits. Love and lust are powerful things, and Jedi hold a lot of power. They cannot afford to be driven screw over themselves or others, because they really could hurt a lot of people, so they refrain from engaging with romantic pursuits at all.

Don't get attached to material things-- Jedi live communally without a sense of ownership over most things, aside from their lightsabers. They don't need that kind protective instinct because they work together to provide for each others needs. Jedi do collect personal items and have hobbies that require physical things, but they wouldn't be devastated if they lost those things, they would move on rather than go to lengths to reclaim them.

Practice controlling yourself-- You have an ability other people don't have, and it gives you the power to kill/otherwise take advantage of lots of people. Not doing that is important is incredibly important, so you need to practice knowing and controlling yourself so that if you end up in the situation where you want to hurt someone, you can stop.

You carry a weapon, think before you draw it, think harder before you kill with it-- Jedi go out in the world and seek to do good, sometimes that means willingly encountering violence, and sometimes encountering violence means fighting, so Jedi carry weapons. But the weapons they use are not casually mastered ones, like a blaster; the lightsaber is a precise and deadly weapon--you can do a lot of damage being just knowing how to fire a gun, but a sword is a different story. The lightsaber forms require constant practice and consideration as to when they should be used, and so it's natural that Jedi have a lot of philosophy and work that is tied to not just how but when they use their weapons. Interestingly, we often see lightsabers drawn, they are being used as a tool, to cut through doors or light up an area, not just as weapons.

You can leave-- If there's something else you are more committed to--you fell in love with someone, you want a traditional family, there's some other philosophical/cultural/religious path you consider more important than or not compatible with Jedi way, you think you could do more good elsewhere, etc--you're allowed to leave. You won't be a Jedi anymore, but you should absolutely come back and visit the Temple sometimes.

There are plenty of useful lessons to be learned from Jedi culture, because there are power imbalances all over the place in our lives whether they come from privilege, wealth, physicality, or emotional leverage over our loved ones, which we must navigate without being cruel when we are more powerful than others. We don't all live like Jedi though, because we don't all carry weapons, and most of us don't have the means/potential to become mass murderers if we lose control of ourselves for awhile, and most of us aren't trained to be diplomats going on missions with possibly immense consequences for millions of people.

Amavikka Rules/Expectations

Amavikka culture developed directly in response to slavery. What strategies and expectations does that give rise to?

Secret marriages-- Love is powerful and meaningful because no matter what happens Depur cannot take it from you, it lasts beyond just sharing space with the same person, and even beyond death.

Japur snippets-- Small, apparently inconsequential items are more easily held on to, and even if they are lost, they can be recreated and have the same meaning, because what your family means to you is more important than any physical representation. Still, physical reminders of that love are very helpful in dark times.

Absolutely nothing is owed to Depur-- The people in power have never done anything for you, and if they ever appeared to, it was done in the spirit of keeping you imprisoned.

False flattery to lie to Depur-- Works really well to trick a vain, powerful person who has power over you because it can get you what you need while avoiding negative reactions from them (not a super healthy thing to do outside of dangerous, power imbalanced relationships).

You'll always be one of the Mother's children-- No matter how far you go, even if you are sold on, even if you mess up massively or become chain blind, even if you leave Tatooine, you're still one of the Mother's children. Cruel situations provide lots of opportunities for pain to twist its victims into being cruel themselves, but someone can always tell you a story, and if you listen, you can always come back to that family.

There are plenty of useful lessons to be learned from Amavikka culture, because there are power imbalances all over the place in our lives, be they parent-child relationships, employer-employee, wealthy-poor, customer-retail worker, or the very real forms of slavery exist today, that we must navigate without without getting hurt when we are less powerful than others. We don't all live like Amavikka people though, because the power imbalances in many of our lives are not nearly as absolute or without recourse as people who are explicitly property as sanctioned by the government.

Sith Rules/Expectations

Just for kicks, let's look (very briefly) at the Sith as well. Sith recruits tend, with the major exception of Palpatine, to be people who have witnessed or been the victim to a lot of pain. The exception, Palaptine, was someone who enjoyed inflicting pain on others even before he became involved with the Sith. What expectations does recruiting vulnerable people with really intense, untempered relationships to pain create?

If you are weak, hurt people to get them to stop hurting you-- In fact, feel as much pain as possible yourself, so that you don't forget why it's important that you continue hurting other people.

If you are powerful, hurt whoever you want-- In fact, just hurt people, all the time. They would do they same as you if they weren't such pitiful weaklings.

The are plenty of useful lessons to be learned from the Sith about what not to do, because there are power imbalances all over the place in our lives, and whether we are powerful or weak in those relationships, carelessly inflicting pain on ourselves or others typically just adds to the pain in the world.

Conclusion

this has been my TED talk. it's excessively long. it took an excessively long time to write. go away and be nice to people or something, idk.

#star wars #SW rant #jedi philosophy #tatooine slave culture #sith philosophy #doing philosophy on tumblr #what a mood #socrates would be proud tho #star wars yeeteth

[whenthemarshmallowmettheslayer]

Have I played KOTOR 2? No. Have I even finished my first play through of KOTOR 1? No. Am I still tempted to write a canon divergence fic where Kreia meets Revan with amnesia and just fucks over the Council‘s plans? Yes.

#Kreia #Revan #kotor #give me dysfunctional but loves each other Kreia and Revan #give me I give this person hell but if someone else (the Jedi) screws them over I’ll help you get revenge #or maybe I’ll write a fic where Revan meets Kreia and starts crying because deep down a part of he/she/they remember their Master #like that scene where Sora cries at the sight of Xion

[hellotherekenobi]

─── would you say yes?

summary: younglings love to pull pranks and play matchmaker. when you’re called to assist obi-wan in the recent mission, a bit of both ends up taking place.

a/n: this contains mentions of injury.

ONESHOT. ⟶ 3,616 WORDS.

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You turn around to face your class, your eyes scanning over the many faces of the younglings sitting cross-legged on the floor, and are expecting their wide eyes of interest to greet you. However, despite that being the expression on most of the faces, confusion littered the rest and even a yawn from one of the boys in the back row, who stretches his arms above his head as if you can’t notice him all the way back there.

You sigh, “Does that make sense?”

Most of the younglings nod at you, although some you can tell aren’t quite genuine. The rest remain still.

“Perhaps if I explain it this way—” you sit down in front of them, cross-legged too— “Imagine drawing something in the sand at a beach. What happens when a wave crashes onto the shore, onto what you just drew?”

“It gets washed away.” One youngling speaks out.

“Yes, exactly. And although the drawing you made fades away, there’s still an indent where you drew in the sand. That’s what it’s like.”

A collective ‘oh’ voices among the younglings and you nod at them, knowing that they now all understand. Although, even you can understand why it would be something difficult to process; memory loss. At their age, it would seem something so bizarre to happen to a person. It was even something bizarre to really teach them, considering that their training is more centered around the Code and their practice of the Force. But every student needs to learn the basics and this is where you come in— you have been assigned to teach the younglings more on life itself so that they are aware of the mundane and, well, the bizarre.

Suddenly a hand raises from the back row and you encourage them to speak, noticing that it is the same boy who had yawned before, “Um, but, if a Jedi loses their memory... can they ever get it back?”

“It depends on the situation. Some people who suffer from amnesia never regain their memory.”

“What?” The boy cries, looking desperately over at the rest of the younglings who sit around him, “You mean like Master Andar?”

What a fragile subject. Jedi Master Andar was one of the very best and he was a close friend of yours too but, sadly, he was critically wounded on a mission and didn’t get the medical attention he needed fast enough; thus, he now suffers from amnesia. It’s hard for him, you know how hard it is for him, you just wish his condition wasn’t so much a public spectacle or conversation topic, which he feels the same way about.

“Yes,” you say softly, “like Master Andar.”

“So it could happen to any Jedi?” One youngling asks.

“Yes—”

“Like Master Yoda?”

“Yes—”

“Like YOU?”

“Alright—” you wave your arms— “I think we’ve centered our focus on this subject long enough. The rest of the lesson will be spent meditating.”

Thank goodness for meditation. It was like nap time, the perfect excuse to quiet the younglings and give yourself a breather. Standing back up, you ask for the blinds to be closed and all of the younglings wiggle their way on the floormat to sit more comfortably, all closing their eyes... except one. You shoot him a raised brow and he gasps, screwing shut his eyes and starting to meditate like you had asked. You can’t help but shake your head with a smile on your face; you love these children. But you love silence just a little bit more and you were ready for just that for the next 20 minutes if it weren’t for a knock on the door.

“Master Kenobi!” Shouts one youngling, and now the others all repeat his name and jump up on their feet.

Well, no more silence. With a shake of your head, you sigh, “What can I help you with, Obi-Wan?”

He smiles, a breath of laughter rolling past his lips, “I’m here by request from the Council. May I speak to you privately?”

“Of course—” you spin back around to the younglings— “continue your meditation.”

They all collectively groan and you raise an eyebrow at their response. Telling them not to complain, they all sit back down on the floor and you walk over to Obi-Wan but turn back around just before you make it out of the door to point a finger at the youngling who had yawned at the start of your lesson and he sits back down after trying, and failing, to sneak out with your back turned.

Once outside, you let out a real sigh, “What’s so important that the Council sent you to my doorstep?”

“Well, I’m not sure you’re quite going to like this.” Obi-Wan smiles awkwardly, fingering his beard, “We have a very good lead on a Separatist working within the Outer Rim and we must act swiftly. However... we’re lacking in numbers.”

“Not me.” You shake your head, “Any of the clones can assist you. They're good soldiers.”

“I know they are but the Council asked for you.”

“Obi-Wan... I don’t do missions anymore. You of all people know that.”

Sadly, he does. It wasn’t as if your reason for becoming a Republic educator was a tight secret but, like Master Andar, it was a fragile subject. In so many words, the last mission you were on was difficult and afterward you had requested leave. The Council offered you the job of teacher as a substitute and you had taken their offer. But you’re not going to take this one.

“Ask someone else. There’s always someone else.”

“I don’t like this anymore than you do—” he takes a step forward— “but I wouldn’t be here unless I knew no one else can take your place.”

How many times are you going to sigh today because of somebody else? It’s not like you have much of a soft spot for the Jedi Council that would have you accepting this so suddenly. You really don’t want to do this.

“I said no.”

Obi-Wan nods, “Would you make an exception if you knew I would be by your side the whole time?”

“Are you trying to flatter me or trick me?” You ask with a smile.

“I could hardly trick someone as intelligent as you, and I don’t think you’d be too easy to persuade with the Force.”

Leaning in, you whisper, “Now are you trying to tease me?”

He copies you, “Would you say yes if I was?”

Before you can reply, a tiny hand tugging the fabric of your robes has you looking down at a youngling. She’s a cute girl, the youngest of your class.

“Can I have some water, please?” She asks, and it melts your heart.

“Of course.” You smile, then look at Obi-Wan, “Master Kenobi and I were finished talking, anyway.”

He gives you a smile that you know is laced with protest as you’re sure he doesn’t want to leave here empty-handed, in a sense.

“Are Jedi allowed to marry?” The young girl suddenly speaks.

You look down at her confusedly, “Why do you ask?”

“The boys... they were talking about how you and Master Kenobi talk like an ‘old married couple.’ Is it true?”

“Oh, my dear—”

“As flattering as that sounds, we still have a Code, dear one.” Obi-Wan talks over you, smiling gently at the girl, “How about I take you to get some water?”

She nods excitedly, reaching her hand out for Obi-Wan to take.

“Consider this a favor to return for you joining the mission.” He whispers beside you.

“My answer is still no.” You whisper back, and watch as he chuckles while he walks down the hallway with the girl’s hand linked in his.

A favor? That was hardly a favor. You’re putting your foot down about this whole thing, no matter what Obi-Wan does or says. And you’re about to put your foot down about certain topics of conversation as you walk back into the room with your eyes pinned down on the youngling boy you know started the ‘rumor’ about your marriage to Obi-Wan.

But just as you’re wrapped around the youngling’s fingers, you’re pretty wrapped around Obi-Wan’s as well. Damn him. So when you approach him the next day, you don’t have to say anything before he’s smiling and crossing his arms at his chest.

“Here to return the favor?” He stirs.

With a clearly obvious disgruntled chuckle, you smile synthetically at him, “Just this once, Obi-Wan.”

He accepts your answer, stepping to the side so that you can walk with him over to the hangar bay. He was going on this mission whether you were or not but it only dawns on you as you reach the jet that he had waited for you in the hall. That too-good Jedi knew you were coming. Once again, damn him.

“I trust you remember how to use this.” He says, handing you a lightsaber.

Taking the weapon from his grasp, you say, “I’m still perfectly equip, don’t worry.”

“With you by my side? I could never.”

You flash him a genuine smile this time but it fades just as fast as the jet rises from the ground. There’s a sudden weight in the pit of your stomach as you’re flying out, where a muffled buzzing nips at your ears. You’re scared. It definitely has been a long time since your last mission, even though you are equip, that wasn’t a lie, but your last mission was the reason you stopped. Before your anxieties can get too loud, Obi-Wan’s hand touches your shoulder and grounds you.

“It will be alright.” He says, “I won’t leave your side for a second. I promise you that.”

“Thank you.” You breathe out.

When the jet lands and you, Obi-Wan, and the Clone troopers aboard all file out, Obi-Wan sticks by your side like glue. He’s barely an inch apart from you, just like he promised. Unfortunately, it was a half promise— where you all are becomes the main point of attack and you’re ambushed. Kriffing hell, it’s a trap! And it looks like it was well thought of in advance, seeing as there are more attackers than you, Obi-Wan, and the Clone troopers combined. Things weren’t looking good, and this is where the promise Obi-Wan made was halved.

You all had to get to cover, otherwise no one was making it out of here alive, so Obi-Wan pushes you ahead of him. You are only separated from him for a moment when something flies over your head and lands on the ground in front of you. It was a grenade, one with prongs that stuck into the ground to prevent it from moving or being moved. Your chances of running from it without injury are slim but you know that those running behind you could dodge it by their distance. They just need a warning.

Spinning around, you raise a hand up and shout, “Obi-Wan!”

His feet skid to a stop from how blood-curdling your voice was, knowing that you were shouting at him to not come any closer, and then the grenade detonates; rattling the ground, knocking Obi-Wan and the Clones off of their feet, and your vision goes black.

For Obi-Wan, he sees your body drop and he swears his heart does the same. With eyes wide, he scrambles up on his feet to race across the distance to reach you. He turns your body over, his skin burning from the heat that radiates off of your robes, now all singed and black. Your eyes are closed, your face covered in blood from the force of hitting the ground, and Obi-Wan can feel the panic rising in his throat, threatening to scream out but it chokes on the smoke left over from the destruction of the grenade.

It’s a mad rush to pick you up off of the floor and run toward cover, cradling you in his arms. A transport jet arrives after far too long a wait in Obi-Wan’s opinion and he with the other Clones climb onboard. Immediately, Obi-Wan lays you down to asses your wounds— he can now see the severity of your injuries, them being a temple wound. You’ve hit your head hard and he’s getting no reaction from you, just a steady breathing, which, in a sense, is a good sign but also not a good sign; if you don’t wake up soon then— no, Obi-Wan doesn’t want to think about it.

As soon as the jet lands back on Coruscant, Obi-Wan is running toward the Medbay with you in his arms and asking for immediate medical attention. A nurse leads him over to a vacant bed and he places you down on it as gently as possible, getting pushed back slightly when another nurse races over to assist. It’s only when Obi-Wan steps back does he realize that his hands are shaking. He barely hears the nurse telling him to leave the room before he even registers that his feet are moving; every step feels heavy, each new one thumping loud but hollow at the same time in his ears.

Why did he leave you? Why did he break his promise? He said he wouldn’t leave your side for a second but he did, and now you’re... well, he doesn’t know if you’re going to be alright. Especially when he returns to the Medbay that same evening, asking for a status report and hearing back that your breathing is steady, yet you still haven’t woken up. So he comes again the next morning, then that same afternoon, and Anakin is waiting for him at the door that evening to place a comforting hand on his master’s shoulder. But your eyes stay closed.

Eventually, on the third day, Obi-Wan gets a call on his comlink that you’re awake and he races over to the Medbay to see all of the younglings you’ve taught already there, some on their tip-toes to peer over the half wall where you’re laying in bed, looking at the nurse who is currently talking to you. Obi-Wan’s chest feels tight from exhaustion— he did just run from one end of the Jedi Temple all the way over to the Medbay— and he takes a deep breath, combing his fingers through his hair and stepping beside the younglings. They all look up at him and smile, some calling his name. He returns the sentiment and then it’s the nurse who calls his name next, gesturing for him to come closer.

He takes one step and the younglings take two, all of them flooding into the room you’re in. Two boys push past and put their hands on the side of the bed, saying, “You’re awake! We’ve missed you!” but the chuckle they expect to hear from you is replaced by silence. You just sit there and stare at them, something acting like a smile faded on the corners of your mouth.

“Are you feeling OK?” One youngling asks.

Before you can nod, another youngling says, “Of course she’s OK! Master Kenobi is here.”

Finally a smile forms on your face when all of the younglings giggle, and one boy decides to push it just a little bit further and say, “He saved your life, didn’t he, Mrs. Kenobi?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head, ready to tell everyone to give you some space to breathe, but your soft voice has him stilling, “Mrs. Kenobi? How did we manage that?”

“What?” He asks.

“Well, we’re Jedi, aren’t we? Yes, we are, I’m sure. Unless we married before the Order? I’m sorry, I— I’m having trouble remembering.”

Obi-Wan.exe has stopped working. He looks over at the nurse, “Her head?”

“It’s a little foggy.” The nurse replies, not wanting to look at the younglings when she says the words.

“Wait,” the same youngling boy speaks, “I was just playing around, I didn’t think that she—” he spins to look at you— “Do you have amnesia!?”

Chaos. Suddenly, the younglings are wailing and crying, becoming more and more clamorous as they ask the nurses a million and one questions, some even asking Obi-Wan. He can see your wide eyes and confused expression through the sea of screaming younglings and calls out for them to lower their voices and, for Maker’s sake, to keep calm.

When they do ease their volume, Obi-Wan says, “I think she just needs some rest. Come now, your training hasn’t stopped. Master Windu is teaching you all today.” and when some argue, he emphases, “We wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.”

The younglings seem frightened for a moment before scrambling about, thanking Obi-Wan for reminding them and saying goodbye to you, who is still sitting there absolutely puzzled, before they all rush out of the Medbay. The young boy who had made the marriage joke, however, reaches over to poke Obi-Wan in the leg, looking up at him with guilty eyes.

“It’s not your fault.” Obi-Wan says, kneeling down to his level.

“But what if she never remembers? Like Master Andar?”

Obi-Wan places a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Time will tell.”

“You’re worried too, aren’t you?” When Obi-Wan doesn’t reply, the boy caringly places his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, just like he had done before, “Trust in the Force.”

With a smile, Obi-Wan pats the boy’s arm and he runs after the rest of the younglings. Your eyes are on him as he stands and he looks over at the nurse, “Could I speak to her for a moment?”

“Take as much time as you need.”

The nurse walks out of the room, leaving you and Obi-Wan alone. And you just keep staring at him. You know him, of course you do, it would take more than a grenade blast to wipe Obi-Wan Kenobi from your mind but... husband?

“I can tell you have questions—” Obi-Wan steps beside the bed— “and I’ll do my best to answer them. First and foremost, um... we’re not... married.”

“Oh,” the word sounds so sad from your lips.

“It was just a practical joke. The youngling boy, he— he does that a lot.”

“Yes, I... I remember him being like that.”

Silence.

“We’re not even... together?”

“Oh, um, well,” why is he so flustered? “No, we’re... not.” Obi-Wan takes a breath to calm himself, “How far back do you remember?”

“Well, I’m not sure.”

Right, of course you don’t know. Stupid question, Obi-Wan!

“The last thing I remember is leaving the jet, where you told me you would stay by my side.”

Great. Just throw that at him. Obi-Wan sighs, sitting down on the space of the bed where your legs aren’t, “Yes, that. I, um, I didn’t exactly keep my promise. I told you to go on ahead of me and that’s when...”

“The grenade went off.” You finish for him. He nods. His face is all clenched; eyebrows furrowed, lips in a tight line. He’s upset. Reaching over, you place your hand on top of his, “You’re not to blame for this, Obi-Wan. You understand that?”

“But you got hurt, after I promised you that everything would be alright.”

“Everything is alright. I’m still breathing. I just... have a bit of thinking to do.”

“Well, I can ease your worries, you haven’t forgotten much.”

“Yes, the nurse told me I’ve been out for a few days.”

“Three.” Obi-Wan says. You raise an eyebrow at him and he blushes, “I... I came by whenever I could to make sure that you were alright.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, “and those?”

Looking over his shoulder to see the flowers on the table adjacent to the bed, you see Obi-Wan turn even redder, “Ah, yes, well, you see, I thought they would be nice to wake up to if I wasn’t already here...”

“And somehow they’re my favorite kind?” Yep. He’s red. “And, if I’m remembering correctly, I’ve never told you my favorite flowers before...”

When you find yourself beside a silent Jedi, you squeeze his hand, “Obi-Wan—”

“I should be going,” he talks over you, standing on his feet, “I’m glad you’re alright. Call me if you need anything.”

Obi-Wan turns on his heel but before he even reaches the doorway his comlink beeps, and he looks down at it to see that you’re the one that called him. Turning around with a faded smile on his face, he sees you; comlink in hand.

“I’m not alright at all.” You start but the pause you take is agonizingly long to Obi-Wan, “I would have liked being your wife.”

His heart is racing faster than he believes it ever has before, even in the heat of battle. He’s stumbling on sentences in his head, tripping over risky words and broken promises. There’s a vein of hope pounding against his heart and he wants to steady it, calm it, and tell it to slow down before it gets over its head but it’s too late; he wants to tell you what he shouldn’t.

The corner of Obi-Wan’s mouth turns up, “And I, your husband, but we still have a Code to follow.”

“Of course.” You say, “It still would have been nice.”

You both stay in that moment, pretending. Maybe if things were different, maybe if you both weren’t so scared, then maybe it could be possible. For now, it’s just a dream— one you both sleep on that night and rethink the next morning, and just like he had waited for you in the hall for the mission so many days earlier, Obi-Wan is already at your door with that glowing smile, a promise between his fingertips, and saying, “To return the favor of saving your life?”

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[rpd-rookie]

What Does The ‘S’ Stand For ? - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Summary: When you learn that Leon got the job you desperately wanted you decide to pay him a visit to congratulate him and finally put an end to the competition between the two of you in favour of some cooperation. Turns out, cooperation sometimes involve taking your clothes off.

Author’s Note: Some one-shot involving (pre) RE2 Remake Leon, a very sassy reader and some smut. I haven't written that genre in a while though. Hope I'm not too rusty. And by the way, if you notice some terrible grammatical mistakes please let me know (English is not my mother tongue). Anyway, I wish you'll like this story and as usual don't forget to like/reblog and tell me what you think about it.

Warning: SMUT and Language. You can also expect some humour and some fluff. 

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Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, “Competition has been shown to be useful up to a certain point and no further, but cooperation, which is the thing we must strive for today, begins where competition leaves off.” Wise words. But clearly Roosevelt never had to compete with Kennedy, and by Kennedy you didn’t mean John F. Kennedy but another Kennedy, one with less charisma yet better hair (hell, got to render unto Caesar what’s Caesar’s), Leon S. Kennedy - ‘S’ probably standing for “sucker” or “saint” in your opinion. After all, the guy was such a goody two-shoes. Teacher’s favourite. Neat and tidy top student. Perfect arbiter of right and wrong. And certainly, the only guy in the academy who didn’t stick his cock in Barbara Johnson’s pussy. Weird since she also had a president’s name just like him. Could have been the perfect opportunity for a horizontal presidential debate.

If it wasn’t clear already, you didn’t like Kennedy very much. But it was not for the reasons mentioned above. No, you could tolerate the fact that he was the embodiment of virtue and morals. What you could not tolerate though, was that he was better than you at everything. At fundamentals, at crime prevention and analysis, at counterintelligence, at physical agility, at shooting, at… well, you get the point. It infuriated you. He infuriated you. You never had the chance to beat him. Never. He was always top of your class and you were always close second.           So of course, when you received the letter from the Raccoon City Police Department informing you that your application had been rejected and that the position had been given to someone else, you did the math.       Only Kennedy could have taken that job away from you. After all, you had heard him talking about Raccoon City at lunch break quite a few times in the past weeks and each time he had sounded so excited – well, as excited as cannibalistic murders can make you of course. Truth is, you had also shown interest in this city the moment its terrible crimes hit the first page of the newspapers alongside the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal, collecting every tiny article about it and telling your classmates what a thrilling experience it would be to work on that case. You had even imagined yourself wearing the blue uniform, RPD largely written on your chest, making a report about the rotting body of a camper found in the Arklay mountains.

You sighed, disappointment hitting you hard again. And with a hesitant hand, you knocked at the door in front of you somewhat ready to let go of the competition in favour of some cooperation. You barely waited a couple of seconds before Kennedy opened the door, a cordless telephone against his ear. He appeared genuinely surprised to see you there. “Call you back later, mom.” He said before hanging up the phone, still staring at you with astonished eyes. “Y/N.”   

“Telling your mommy about the amazing job you just got?” Your question had sounded more barbed and curter than indented. Bitterness probably. Leon sighed. He knew exactly what you meant. “Look, if it is about Raccoon City…” “Of course it is about Raccoon City. Why do you think I’m here? To discuss fashion?” You entered his bedsit without asking and looked around you. So well organized and tidy, so military. Pff. Where were the greasy pizza boxes, the nasty underwear on the floor and the bin filled with used tissues all the other guys usually had?      

You turned around to face him with a stone cold expression. “I’m guessing you knew I wanted that post.”           “Yeah but…” You cut him off. You couldn’t care less about the thing he wanted to say. “I don’t blame you. Had I been in your place I would have apply for it too. Damn, I even applied without being in your place, so … The point is, I wanted to congratulate you – even if it hurts me to do so – and tell you that I’m glad this competition between the two of us is finally coming to end.” Leon briefly chuckled and kept an amused smile on his face. This wasn’t the kind of words he had expected from you. “Well, thanks I guess.”       “You’re welcome” You dramatically put a hand over your heart “Gosh, it kills me to be so polite to you, Kennedy.” He retained a laugh and you approached him to slam a heavy blue binder against his - surprisingly strong - chest. Wow, muscles! “Take this.” You reluctantly said with a strangled voice as if you were a mother giving up her baby . “Take care of it. It’s the work of a lifetime … sort of.”

Leon furrowed his brows and opened the folder. Inside, there were all the articles you had collected about Raccoon City since the reveal of the incidents to the public eye plus some notes you had written during you personal late-night investigations. Leon skimmed through them. They were incredibly detailed and you could see how impressed he was. Damn, you wished you had your camera to immortalise this moment. “It won’t be of any use to me now. And it took me too much time to just throw it away so have it. Take it as parting gift.” “Wow, Y/N. I don’t know what to say.” He looked beyond happy. It made you smile. What the hell, Y/N?           “Thank you, maybe?” You swallowed you smile back before he could notice, choosing to replace what could have been something sweet and nice by sarcasm. “Yes, sure.” He grinned. “Thank you.” You nodded. “I don’t want you to have a heart attack so you’re not obliged to say ‘you’re welcome’.” He teased you and as much as you wanted to find the joke lame, you surprisingly found it rather funny.   “Good. Cause that would have been too much for my heart to take in a single day.” He smiled again and this time you couldn’t help but gaze. You were forced to acknowledge he was very cute, handsome even, certainly the kind of guy you would have willingly flirt with if it hadn’t been for the relentless competition between the two of you. “You know it’s nice to see you smile.” Your eyes slightly widened. You had been smiling the whole time? No! “That wasn’t a smile. That was a sneer.” You quickly replied, trying to prevent him from spotting the sudden panic in your eyes.   “Sure.” But yeah, that was definitely a smile and right now your cheeks were burning.

You cleared your throat and looked back upon his face, hoping yours had found back its usual seriousness and scorn. “Well, gotta go. Good riddance, Kennedy. Good luck and try not to screw up.” You proceeded to the door, glad this conversation was over, but Leon was not ready to let you leave just yet. “You know, for me, there was never a competition between us.” You stopped and turned around. “What?” You frowned. “Of course, there was a competition.” He shook his head. “Not for me.”   “Are you telling me that I have deprived myself of sleeping, fallen into coffee addiction and lost my entire social life for two years in the hope of finally beating you at a freaking test while you …” You could tell he was clearly trying not to laugh but his mocking grin was enough to make you blow a fuse. Well, a funny fuse … a funny desperate fuse “No! No!” You repeated, all irritated. “You’re kidding me!” He shrugged, playing all innocent. “Don’t fucking tell me you let me tilt at windmills!” He did. Bastard. Leon - Son of a bitch - Kennedy! That’s what the S stands for. You cursed in your head.           “I tried to tell you …” He started to explain to defend himself. “When?” You harrumphed, almost shouting at him. “Well, many times but …”           “Clearly not enough times.” Your sarcasm was back. “… each time you sent me packing” “I don’t do that.” You felt offended.         “I can’t barely make a full sentence with you!” You opened your mouth to retort but he stopped you by pointing a finger that undeniably meant ‘Careful what you’re going to say’. So you stood there, perfectly still, mouth opened, realising that he was probably right.             “You’re allowed to breath, you know.” He said as a response to your reaction but you didn’t know what to say anymore. Did you really spend all your time at the academy trying to win a non-existent competition? “Fuck.” You cursed, definitely dumbfounded.

Leon observed you, perplexed and wondering if you were going to stay rooted to the spot for the rest of the day. “Y/N” He waved in front of your face to pull you out from your thoughts but you barely noticed. “All that repressed sexual tension for nothing?” You asked yourself. Wait! Did you just say that out loud?           Panic-stricken, you looked up at Leon and judging by the way he was staring at you – all  ‘what the hell did she just say?’ – yep you did.       “You didn’t hear what I’ve just said.” You waved your hand past his face, like a Jedi would do in a Star Wars movie, knowing perfectly it wouldn’t work but hoping that ridicule would make the situation less awkward and give you a chance to run away from his room. It was a failure. “Yes, I did.”

And just like that, Leon Saint Sucker Son of a Bitch – whatever the S stood for - Kennedy caught your face in his hands and kissed you with a passion that made you gasp against him. You tried to resist for a second but then you decided to let go. After all, you had nothing to lose. The study years could be considered over and soon Leon would be in Raccoon City analysing amazing crimes while you would be God-knows-where writing parking tickets. You would never see each other again.     “Tell that to anyone, Kennedy and I’ll kick your gorgeous butt from here to Raccoon City.” You threatened, close to his mouth. “I won’t. Scout’s honour.” Leon Scout Kennedy? You shook your head (Stop being silly, Y/N!) before pushing Leon on the convertible sofa behind him.  

You straddled him without waiting, definitely willing to let your sudden eagerness and your repressed desire for him get the better of you. You met his lips in a new heated kiss, your body pressed against his, craving for lustful friction. And by the way Leon was holding you tight you could tell you weren’t the only one.             His tongue asked permission to enter your mouth and you happily granted it. Who would have thought that Leon Saint Kennedy was such a skilled kisser? Couldn’t he suck for once? Oh yeah, he could suck at your neck apparently. Damn.   A moan escaped your throat and you felt Leon smirk against your skin. “You like that?” He asked, proud of himself. You instinctively arched your neck asking for more, your hands weaving into his soft hair. “It’s not that bad.” You acknowledged and he suddenly bit you in the nape of your neck. “What the fuck?” You shouted, surprised. Leon laughed and you caught his face to kiss him and bite his lips in retaliation. But judging by the kinky smile on his angelic face, he didn’t seem to mind.             “You’re incorrigible.” You humoured. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.” He pecked your lips again and again and slowly began leaving a trail of light kissed down to your neck. “You’d better be. Aren’t you tired of making my life a misery?” You pretended to sulk as he kept on pressing his soft lips on your burning skin. You grabbed his chin, putting you thumb in his dimple and stared at him. How ridiculously hot he was right now with that arousal tinting his beautiful blue eyes and this dishevelled hair.  

“What do you have in mind, Y/N?” Rhetorical question. He knew exactly what you had in mind. Hell, it was basically the same thing he had in his.     “Stop playing coy and take your clothes off.” You whispered close to his face, your hot breath against his mouth, before pulling his bottom lip between your teeth “What about your silly competition?” He murmured back, his hands slowly falling along your sides.   “I’m all in for cooperation right now. So are you gonna give me a hand …” You started unbuckling his belt. “…or do I need to do everything by myself?” His eyes fixed upon yours mischievous ones, gazing at you with awe. You could tell he was completely at your mercy. “I’ll give you more than a hand.” You smirked and allowed your hands to unbutton his jeans. “I thought so.” He lifted his rear and you pulled down his jeans along with his boxers, biting your lips at the view of his beautiful cock. Jesus Christ Kennedy, Mother Nature certainly had been kind to you.

You stood up to undress yourself as well, dropping all your clothes to the floor, your eyes watching at Leon’s hastening hands fighting desperately with the buttons of his shirt. Clearly, you weren’t the only one that was impatient in this room, or horny.   You let him finish before taking your place back on his laps. His hard sex against your body, you slightly shivered, impatience eating you from within. “You’re gorgeous.” He said as he tucked few strands of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t help but blush, not used to such compliments, and, as a consequence, in order to erase all sense of discomfort in you (if you could call it like that), you decided to focus your attention on his cock.   You brushed his length with your fingertips, admiring it with envy and lust, excited to do more with it. It made Leon hiss and you looked up at him. His eyes were pleading you. Without looking away from the blueness of his look, you caught his penis in your hand and started pumping it gently. Leon’s eyelids flickered; his head hit the back of the sofa and his mouth opened slightly. He seemed thankful, relieved even. You continued your gesture, watching him melting underneath you, listening to his now ragged breath with delight. God, that was sexy. He was sexy. Leon Sexy Kennedy. Suited him.

You bit your lips and decided to venture in between his legs, kneeling onto the floor. “What are you …” Leon complained when he suddenly stopped feeling you on top of him. You cut him short by guiding his cock to your mouth to softly kiss the pre cum-covered tip “Holy...” The rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat and turned into a growl as you eagerly sucked the head of his cock like a Popsicle. You smiled and licked his length, staring at how ecstatic he looked from this angle. “You like that?” You winked as you quoted him and he laughed. “Women.”   You engulfed his cock deep in your mouth and started bobbing your head. A new sigh of pleasure escaped his mouth and you felt him instantly relax on the couch. “God, you’re amazing.” You liked the compliment and to show your appreciation you decided to massage his balls as you kept on sucking him. You received a lustful grunt in response and soon Leon’s hand grabbed your hair to give you a quicker pace, almost making you gag on him. “Oh, sorry.“ What a gentleman! “That’s okay.” You smiled in a very naughty way. “I like it.” He chortled and you took back his dick in your mouth, welcoming it deeper to show him you didn’t mind some roughness. “You know, if you keep doing this I’m soon going to cum in your mouth.”             You stopped, licked your lips and crawled back onto his lap. “That would be a shame.” You joked sarcastically, hands back in his hair “Got a condom?”

The way you pronounced the words, all smiley and adorable, made him laugh again. He pushed you softly to open the drawer of his nightstand and find your one-way ticket for cloud nine. “There!” He announced excited as he showed you the contraceptive. “But first …” He suddenly grabbed your ankles to pull you towards him, making you slightly yelp in the process. “There’s something I got to do”   He lay down on the couch, spread your legs and immediately nestled his head right in between your thighs, making you instantly shiver. So, that’s what he got to do.   You sighed when you felt his breath against you swollen clit but it was only when his tongue met your pink flesh that you realised how aroused you truly were. You were so wet.           “Fuck, am I the one to blame for such a mess?” He joked but his mouth and tongue felt so good in between your thighs that you could only just moan and arch your back, begging for proper sucking and licking. He didn’t make you wait and gave you what you wanted as he started fondling your clit with his tongue. “Leon” That was the first time you where saying his first name and you got to admit, you liked the sound of it. “Yes, sweetheart?”   “Keep going, please.” You begged and he sucked on your bud, gazing at you melting under his touch as he did. You grasped his hair when he finally let a finger enter your core. Fuck, he was good. You moved your hips instinctively against him and he added a new finger. It sank into you as easily as the first one and you cried out, finding it impossible to be discreet anymore. “Fuck, Leon. I want you. I want you now.” You begged.   “Wait a second.” He asked, definitely loving your taste too much for him to stop just now. He pumped his fingers in your pussy, licking your juices greedily and you clenched your thighs around his head, feeling the imminence of your orgasm slowly yet surely approaching. “Now, Leon. Now! Please”

Leon obeyed this time and he quickly sat up and grabbed the condom he had left on the pillow next to him. He put the red wrapper between his teeth and tore it open. Then he rolled the condom down his length with both his hands. You watched him all the time, your fingers massaging your clit, finding him terribly arousing at this very moment.

Once ready, Leon bent over you to kiss you again and he tapped his hard cock on your hand to ask access to your humid entrance. You didn’t object of course and even spread your legs wider. Soon enough, you felt him slide in between your wet lips and then finally push slowly yet exquisitely inside of you. You closed your eyes as he did and drew a sharp breath once you felt him fully inside. You didn’t need time to adjust to him as if your body was meant for him. Guess Leon felt it too as he immediately took a quick pace and began pounding you. You let your hands wander on his smooth chest from his strong pectorals down to his divine abs and the chiselled V below his navel, finding him simply gorgeous. Then you grasped his hips, and nudge his rear with your ankles, pressing his pelvis closer to you to take him deeper, and started moaning his name again. His hands caught your bouncing breasts to play with your nipples, and you rapidly felt the strong wave of pleasure back in your core, ready to drown you. “Fuck, Leon!” His mouth met one of your teats and sucked on it with ardour. That was too much to handle. “I think I’m gonna cum.” You cried out.         “Yeah?” You nodded, letting a tear of pleasure escape your eyes. “Cum for me then.” He didn’t have to say it twice and few seconds later, you dug your nails in his hipbones and screamed loudly as you clenched around his cock, finally coming undone under his thrusts.

Stunned, breathless and at the same time a bit embarrassed that you had already reached your orgasm, you let Leon kiss you soft lips with a smile on his face. “See, you reached the finishing line before me.” He humoured.           “Fuck off.” You whispered, amused yet completely exhausted. He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours one more time before gently pushing you flat on your stomach. “I’m not done with you yet.” He whispered in your ear.  

You moaned loudly when he thrust back into your wet core, pinning you down on the mattress that you ultimately grabbed tightly in order to stay in place. He started pounding you again, holding you by the hips, taking delight in watching your sweet butt bouncing against him as he was burying himself deeper than he had ever done before. “Jesus, Y/N!” He growled before spanking you.         You gasped, astonished but in a good way. You had never thought he was that kind of guy. “Really, Kennedy? Spanking? That’s what the ‘S’ in your name stands for?” He laughed, still fucking you from behind. “I thought you would like it.” “Oh but I do. I just never thought it was your thing.”         “You should stop taking me for a saint, Y/N.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead, brushing the strand of hair covering his right eye away and focused again on his movements. “It’s not my fault. It’s your baby face.” You confessed in between two moans. He brutally stopped and you wondered for a second if what you had just said had actually vexed him.       “My baby face? Really?” He repeated in your ear with a smirk as he grabbed you by the hair. “Who’s been crying out my name the whole time?” Holy shit. You instinctively braced yourself and when he resumed his hammering you knew it was a smart decision. Leon started growling even more loudly as he slowed yet deepened his movements inside of you, his hand in your hair, using your body as leverage. He was almost aggressive but you moaned nevertheless, out of breath, feeling a new orgasm building inside of you. Really? You clenched around him, trying to hold your orgasm a bit longer, unwilling to give him the satisfaction to cum around him again.

When Leon’s hard pounding started to get sloppy you realised he was really close to his release. “Jesus, I’m almost there.” He admitted.         You don’t know how you found the strength to push him on his back but you did. Sitting on top of him, you removed the condom, threw it carelessly onto the floor and started to jerk him off. “I want you to cum on me.” You confessed. A guttural moan vibrated in his throat and he let himself sprawl on the mattress, leaving you in complete charge of his pleasure. You grinded against his cock as your hand kept on firmly going up and down his length. It drove Leon crazy and you soon felt him throbbing in your grip. His breath became even more ragged and jerky and small spasms took control of his body. You angled his cock towards you and soon, a hot load of thick cum spurted on your stomach and breasts as Leon cursed and grunted between his gritted teeth. “Fuck, Y/N!”

You smiled and let go of his member, proud and satisfied of your work, looking at poor panting Leon who had a beautiful yet exhausted smile on his face. “You killed me, woman.” He joked and you briefly laughed. Then, you wiped his cum off your body with your fingers and brought them to your mouth, sucking them eagerly and swallowing the white seed looking right in Leon’s eyes. You had the feeling he would find it very hot. “Jesus Christ” Bull’s eye!

He circled you with his strong arms and pulled you against his chest. His heart was beating wildly and you allowed yourself to huddle a bit more against him to enjoy the melody. Post-coital cuddling session? Not sure that was a good idea but you decided to go for it and so did Leon as he chose to burry his nose in your hair and kiss the top of your head.

“Scott” He whispered sleepily. You looked up, wondering what he meant. “That’s what the ‘S’ stands for. Leon Scott Kennedy.”

Scott? You repeated in your head with a soft smile. Oh well, that didn’t sound so bad even though, right now, you preferred Leon ‘Stay’ Kennedy.

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Brothers VI

Done! Now I can die in piece, I have posted my first complete fanfic in english and it was kinda hard. But hey, thats what I was asking for I guess...

Brothers-AU  Ao3

Part I , Part V

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How did they got into this situation? When had the Separatist army gained such strength and why the hell had the Chancellor suddenly turned against the Jedi? And how could there be Jedi, who had sided with him? She stood in the hangar of her cruiser and looked at the remnants of her troops, they had just escaped the lost battle and were now fleeing across hyperspace, jumping from one point to the next and trying to cover as much distance as possible. In her hand was a datapad, a list of the Jedi who might still be alive. But who should she rush to, to help? "Let's take care of the wounded... and Kix!" The clone looked at her again as he left. "Be prepared that we won’t get reinforcements.", she said softly and he nodded, his face darkened and she turned around and hurried to the bridge. Before she and the men could make a decision, she had a few things to check of on her list.

At her destination, Fives was already under one of the control units, Echo was sitting next to him and had fixed his gaze on a datapad. "Do you already have deleted the identification number?“, he asked his brother and she could hear the annoyed snort from Fives, as she came closer and crouched down next to Echo. "I'll take that as a no?", she joined in the conversation and Fives startled, wanted to sit up and rammed his head into the control console. "Please announce yourself!", he cursed and rubbed his head, Ahsoka had to laugh and Echo couldn't suppress a smile either, despite the current situation. Since their hasty escape she had thrown the protocol overboard; the close bond between them all might be of use to them today. She didn't want to suppress these feelings. “Of course I haven't done that yet! I'm still at the controls, I'm trying to reduce the number of men we need up here.”, Fives growled and disappeared again, into the tangle of cables. Ahsoka nodded, that was good. They still had enough men to manage the cruiser, but it was better if they could reduce the number of men on the vulnerable bridge. "Good, then I'll delete the other data.", she announced and patted Echo on the shoulder, before getting to work. 

After a few hours, a lot of caffeine and two outbursts, thanks to the well-encrypted technology, Ahsoka was sitting cross-legged on the bridge on the floor, another coffee in one hand and the datapad in the other. She had tried to contact other Jedi. Cody had been able to reach her, he was lucky. Master Kenobi had defeated General Grievous and they hadn't noticed much, except that most of the communication channels had been blocked. From the Chancellor! “Unsettling. How is Master Kenobi?“, she asked and Cody laughed. “Oh great. He can’t stop cursing, so it can’t be that bad.", he joked, in the background she could hear the voice of the Jedi, his accent more harsch then ever, and it conjured a smile on her face! "That‘s good. You should move as soon as possible, who knows what else they'll be sending to you.”, she adviced and Cody promised to heed it. He would send her a message, when they reached a new location. 

Aayla Secura she had actually reached personally, the Jedi Master and her Commander Bly did not hesitate to believe her. "Are you safe?", asked the Jedi after giving the order to the men, to move out. Ahsoka shrugged at this. "As safe as we can be right now, we're heading for the next stop and let's see where we are going then.", she said, without wanting to reveal too much about her position. Because who could she really trust? And the connection wasn't the safest either. There was one thing Aayla doubted. "And you are sure that there are Jedi who..." Ahsoka nodded firmly and knitted her eyebrows. “Yes, we escaped from one ourselves. I don't know who, but clearly faster than me. We lost a lot of men before we got out of there.”, she sighed and the Jedi Master's face turned pitying. "Then we'll hurry up, good luck Ahsoka. May the Force be with you."

Since saying goodbye to Master Secura, she sat there and stared at the information available, she would probably have to change course... The door behind her slid open and steps came towards her. Jesse, Fives, and Echo sat down next to her. Rex stopped and looked over her shoulder, she knew that he would not be able to sit down in such a situation. "I want to make a suggestion to you.", she began and immediately had the undivided attention of her brothers. "Where do you want to go?", asked Fives, glancing at the datapad. Ahsoka willingly passed the information around and looked, once again, at her missing fingers. “I would like to search for Master Plo on Cato Neimoidia, the last known signal came from him and Wolffe. They reported a crash and have since disappeared from the scene, but I can't imagine they're dead.” She scratched the back of her head and sighed. "I hope, I would have felt that.", she mumbled and got goose bumps, in the last few hours she had become colder and colder. Whenever she felt a Jedi fall silent, the temperature seemed to drop. She had known some voices personally, and had never consciously perceived others. 

It was hard not to succumb to her debilitating effects, but somehow it helped her to know that there were still men to fight with. 

She hadn't been able to establish contact with Anakin, but as long as Obi-Wan Kenobi was still conscious he would look for his former padawan. "Then let's look for them.", Echo smiled and Ahsoka breathed a sigh of relief, Jesse nodded in agreement and she began to get up. Then she looked at Rex, he looked worried. "That could be full of Seperatists and maybe some other Jedi.", he pointed out, but didn't cancel the plan. "I already know something.", she smiled and began to enter the new data.

They jumped out of hyperspace and Ahsoka took a deep breath, there were no separatist ships over this part of the planet. "We have to get as close to the surface as possible, maybe clouds and atmosphere can hide us.", she smiled and the men obeyed, even if Rex rolled his eyes. "Lucky kid.", he muttered and she nudged his shoulder, grinning softly. 

* ~ * 

It was so warm and wet! Puffing, Ahsoka fanned herself some air and looked around, everywhere water and rocks. And yet her gut feeling pulled her further in that direction. "And, already discovered something?", she called upwards and watched, as one of the men stood on one of the rocks and searched the area. “The enemy doesn't seem to be here either… But there is something over there!", he reported and pointed with his arm to the east. Her instinct also pointed in that direction and she quickened her pace. 

Her little squadron followed her, the Chaos Troop and her other brothers had stayed on the cruiser. They protested, except for Rex. He understood, that she needed someone in charge if the cruiser had to flee.

It wasn't long, before she saw a small group of people on one of the stone arches fighting their way across the rough terrain. She screwed up her eyes and searched the group, then spotted Plo Koon at their end and formed her hands into a funnel at her mouth. "Master Plo!", she yelled over and the group stopped, looked around. Ahsoka immediately found a path to get to the stone arch. But when she finally got there, the guns turned on her. Behind her she could hear her men bringing their weapons up too and she raised her hands reassuringly. "Master Plo, I'm so glad you and your men are still alive.", she said with an honest smile and Plo Koon looked at her for a few seconds, then he gestured for the men to lower their weapons and Ahsoka smiled reassuringly at her squadron, the men relaxed again. The Jedi Master came over to her and looked as calm as ever, although his robes were a bit charred and stank of smoke. “Ahsoka, how nice. Forgive my men. We got into a somewhat… unexpected situation.” Ahsoka started to laugh, it wasn't really funny, but the joy of seeing the Jedi and the clones on their feet whitewashed any fear. "Who do you tell that? This is not the first time for me today.“, she sighed happily and called the gunships. 

* ~ * 

The grief was immense, none of the Jedi had endured near her any longer after the funeral. With slightly trembling hands and heavily pounding heart, she sat on one of the terraces of the temple and stretched her face into the warm sunlight, tried to take in some strength and get up again. The image of those terrifying eyes still danced in front of her closed eyelids, one look into them was enough to burn them into her memory forever. She had seen with her own eyes, the path that bonds might lead. But there was more, that soft stinging in her chest... 

"Don't blame yourself.", it rang out from behind her and she opened her eyes, but did not turn her head. Only when the other Jedi sat down next to her with a deep sigh, she dared a look to the side, he looked so old. As if the last few hours had aged him by decades. Of course it wasn't gray or anything, but the line around Obi-Wan Kenobi's eyes gave her that impression and made her even sadder. “I should have kept closer contact with him. Maybe, if the Chancellor did not have had such a big influence on him, then…", she revealed her thoughts and then looked at the arms of the Jedi Master. Two tiny, sleeping bundles lay there and despite the sadness that took her breath away, she smiled. They were so cute… 

“Neither of us could have helped him where he was going. And you had to help yourself, your path has not been particularly gentle so far.", Obi-Wan pointed out and although she wanted to protest, she had to agree with him. Lost in thought, she stretched out her left hand and the little boy wrapped his around her little finger, she was a little surprised by the strength in the tiny fingers.

"Maybe, I should have talked him out of all of this with...", Obi-Wan began, but now Ahsoka shook her head. “None of us can get away of bonding with someone. I think it's our choice, how we want to cherish it.", she muttered. She didn't mean to think badly of Anakin, but the loss of so many Jedi and clones ran deep. She had realized, that every being came to such a point, at some point. Where you would lose someone and learn to live with it. Anakin had decided to let his fear and anger over the unfair fate win. She wouldn't, even if his death and the one of Padme had certainly not been fair! She would try to honor him as the kind and ambitious Master in her mind and not let the more terrible thoughts cover this image.

It was her, who stormed into the temple with the Jedi she had picked up, and found a trace of destruction. It was her strong, emphatic talent that led her to the crime scene only a few seconds late. She hadn't been able to save the children, but she had redeemed her Master after Padme had stood in the way. At least that was how Plo Koon had put it. The wording didn't really match what she had done and she picked up her weapons, looked at them for a while and then pressed them into Obi-Wan's hand, he now clasped the two swords and the children. 

"I don't want to wield the murder weapon any longer, there is too much blood on it.", she sighed and suddenly a knot in her stomach, that she hadn't known about until then, loosened. "Are you sure?", the experienced Jedi asked suspiciously, but she nodded. “Yes, it's a good thing. I don't deserve them any longer.", she sighed and looked up at the sun again, her heart was a little lighter. "And what are you going to do without a weapon?" She shrugged. "Time will tell."

After saying this, Obi Wan waited a few seconds before he got up and left her alone. She just sat there for hours. Only at sunset did company join her again. Rex dropped down next to her with a grunt, she sensed that a few others were waiting at the entrance. "Here, eat.", he said, handing her a meal. She looked at it and gave a short laugh, that let the others come closer and sit down next to her. "But that's not from the temple!", she grinned and pushed the bottle of alcohol into Heavy's hand to open it for her. Then she went to work on the ration from the clone canteen, her brothers laughed. "No, we figured that you might be able to do without that little bit of what they call food.", Jesse grinned and she nodded with a sigh, before devouring the rest in record time. She hadn't realized she was hungry at all. "What's next?", Rex asked after she had finished eating and leaned back with a sigh, her back hitting Echo's side. She closed her eyes. "No idea, but we will know soon.", she mumbled, her stomach twitched in confirmation and then she heard a throat clearing behind her, she recognized Plo Koon immediately and looked over at him. His face was friendly, but Master Windu wasn't. Even though she and the Jedi got along, they would never be able to bring their views to the same level. 

"The other members of the council have made a decision and I hope you will accept it.", Plo Koon announced and she got to her feet after all, it seemed to be more important than initially assumed. "And that would be?", she asked, her tone lurking. Had the Jedi Masters decided to start a conflict again? "We want to learn from your point of view and we offer you a seat.", Windu contributed and she could actually see the hint of a smile as he held out a lightsaber towards her. She hesitated before grabbing it, there was a tingling in her fingers. She activated it and was blinded when it lit up white, and seemed to be singing. 

* ~ * 

She watched the child. The boy jumped around excitedly and she smiled, even though her heart contracted painfully. She missed him so much... "You really want to train the little one?", asked it from behind her and she looked over her shoulder at her brothers. They were all no longer on Coruscant. 

On a small moon, in a poorly populated temple, she had gathered her family around her and every day let a little more light into her heart. "But yeah, I can't leave it up to you guys. Or do you want to try it?", she teased and Jesse shook his head, laughing. When Rex came up tot hem, the younglings rushed over to them to grab lunch, she could hear the laugh of the clones and closed her eyes. It was not all good or the best, but it was okay. They were fine.

#brothers-au #star wars #clone wars #ahsoka tano #no order 66? Okay #have some fallen Jedi instead #the end #at least kinda #clone trooper hevy #clone trooper droidbait #clone trooper echo #clone trooper cutup #clone trooper fives #clone trooper jesse #clone trooper kix #clone trooper rex

[kyberphilosopher]

Chapter Two

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Talik and I head out while the rest of the group keeps our ship safe. I can’t help but feel a deep despise for them landing so far away, because walking in sand is extraordinarily frustrating and terrible. I swear, it gets heavier to pick my foot up with each step.

 The Twi’Lek is far more inclined than I am, occasionally kicking some of the golden dust my way on purpose. The specs stay glued to my dark boots, making them look messy and sloppy. I don’t say anything though. I’m not much of a talker anyways, and Talik is babbling on about something.

 I just keep my eyes down, away from the light of the setting, tangerine colored sun and orange cast across the world. It’s not that I particularly mind the scenery, but it’s simply not Ilum. It’s all warm tones and bland tans, when the place I consider my home is frost white and blue stars. Though, besides that, I would feel better walking alone here.

 After an eternity, we reach the ship. Up close, it looks even more detailed and destroyed. Giant wires and panels hang from above. I can see the engines filled with glass and rubble. I can’t help but feel excited and adventurous, and then I try to remember I’m staring at someone’s grave.

 The Venator is split in half, so when we look up we can see the main deck and Bridge, filled with rows of computers and desks. The wall to get inside is too flat and tall to climb, and Talik pulls out a grappling hook. She throws the hook up once, but it doesn’t catch on anything. She throws it the second time a little bit harder, and it latches easy enough. Giving it a few tugs for support, she turns to me with a flash of a smile.

 “Ladies first,” she smirks, her hot pink lips grinning. I watch her heave herself into position, and begin to climb. Once she’s up, she signals me to follow and I do so, thankful for my gloves protecting me from rope burn.

 By the time I’ve reached the top, my forehead and underarms are dabbed with sweat. I’ve always had more difficult with things that require arm strength, to be honest with you. I’m better with my legs and abdomen, and even then I wouldn’t consider myself muscularly gifted or anything.

 Every time I see the ship from a different perspective, I swear it gets more detailed. Two screens are still twinkling and beeping, while the rest are completely dead. It’s clear this is where the command center was, up in the Bridge, and I have no doubt some Jedi stood where we stand and oversaw some epic space battle. Towards the front is what appears to be a skeleton in a tan uniform, but I turn away to focus to the other half of the ship. That’s where the money will be.

 I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty indifferent to death at this point.

 “So,” Talik starts, looking around with her hands on her hips. “You’re the scrapper. You think there’s really anything of worth in here?”

 “If there is,” I say, “It’s going to be down there.” I point to the other half of the ship, which is completely open and in decay. You can see the thrusters and the engines, and the bones of the technology that actually powered this thing. I’m big enough to admit that ships like these are big pieces of junk, and every time I see one I just remember all the callouses I’ve gotten from taking them apart in the rain. However, taking ships apart and getting callouses from it has showed me the beauty in the math and science that goes into all this. I appreciate it.

 I start towards the right, to the edge of the wall we climbed up. I can see the sand below us in the gap, and beyond that, the other side half of the ship. The imagination in me goes wild with all the possibilities that lie in that metal landscape. It’s almost like I’m staring into the beyond.

 Observing my surroundings, I see a long, metal beam that stretches across about seventy-five percent of the gap. It breaks off a while into it, but it’s enough to jump from and get to the other side.

 My boots clang against the floor, then against the beam. Steady and slowly, I keep poised on my toes to avoid pressing my full weight against the unstable structure. It’s lucky I’m not afraid of heights.

 I jump to the other side a little less gracefully than I would’ve liked, but I think that might’ve been a good thing, looking back on it. Not that it would’ve ended up mattering.

 “Alright,” I say, looking back at the Twi’Lek. “Your turn.”

 “Oh goodie. Into the ghost ship we go,” Talik mutters.

 Once in the other half of the ship, we decide to start on the floor we are currently on rather than working from the bottom up. Talik goes to the right, while I take the left. I tell her to keep whatever she finds that’s shiny and I’ll tell her if it’s worth anything.

 The skeleton of this floor seems to have been as a kind of living space. I see multiple rooms through dusty glass that look like sparring or training rooms, and down some of the hallways there are rooms with bunk beds and little nick-nacks. As I walk through, squeezing through some of the barely opened doors, I try to piece together a story.

 During the Clone Wars, the ship was used by the Republic and was home to some Jedi and their padawan. The training rooms were used by the Jedi, padawan, and clones alike to hone their skills. When Order Sixty-Six came through, the Clones turned on the crew and the Jedi, and the ship crashed on the closest planet. The padawan either made it out in pods or died- that I can’t yet determine. No doubt, there are other ships with a story like this one. I just wonder how many.

 In one of the training rooms, there’s a floor above with a glass panel for observation. I found some valuable pieces from the control panel in there and the escape pod thrusters. I count all the escape pods to be in order, meaning no one made it off the ship alive. The padawan probably died protecting their masters or all huddled together.

 It’s inside one of these rooms that I find something haunting.

 I don’t like the Clones. I just can’t stand the thought of them. Every time I see something that reminds me of the soldiers, I remember how they pointed their blasters at me. My blood starts thumping in my ears with red, hot fire, and I’m sucked back into the memory of my first real kill.

 It’s not that I feel bad about killing that Clone. I don’t. But everything that happened in that moment haunts me. It haunts my waking, and sleeping existences.

 So, you can imagine how my heart stopped, if it was even still beating, when I saw the helmet of a Republic servant on the floor.

 I drop to my knees, my eyes glued to the outline of the object. I have to squint from the lack of lights across the area, but the stark white color is unmistakable. Dusty, riddled with dents and bruises and scars.  There’s dried flecks of brown blood staining it.

 I pick it up into my hands, feeling the weight of it. My thumb runs over the helmet, clearing a swipe of grime away in a way that would look sentimental to anyone else. I wonder what happened to this one, and I feel almost sad for a moment. To be honest with you, I can’t remember the last time I felt sad. I guess this is the closest in years.

 After my eyes run over the piece of armor, taking in the story and imagining the face under it, I throw it back onto the floor. I don’t want to touch anything in here much longer. Least of all, something that belongs to the Clones.

 I leave the room quickly and briskly.  

 Down a hallway across from the escape pods I come across a bridge and a room with a large metal column. A few lights on the column flicker when my boots clang across the bridge, but I decide they’re not salvageable. Instead I find my way to another bridge, but the middle section has long since broken off.

 It’s too big for any normal person to jump. I consider giving it up for a moment, but then decide that it’s ‘what the hell’ anyway. I take a few steps back, lean on my back right leg, and sprint across the bridge. My toes point up, and I spring into the air. Flipping once, twice before landing perfectly on my feet and jogging around the corner. If I had a master, I bet they would’ve just said something about how my form was sloppy or the force was very strong with me today. Ugh. Just the thought makes me want to strangle myself.

 I ‘round the corner and ignore the glint I see from behind a vent as I pass. Glint?

 “Don’t you go that way!”

 Again, this is one of the times where I should’ve just ignored something.

 I stop. Who said that? I mean, there have been times where I could’ve sworn I was going crazy, but I’ve never heard actual voices in my head. I know it’s not Talik, and it definitely wasn’t myself. Something tells me there’s no one else scrapping inside this Venator either. So… what is this?

 I turn around, hearing the voice from behind me. It’s a woman’s. It’s older than my own.  It’s a voice I don’t recognize, yet it bounces around in my skull.

 “Get back here!”

“MASTER!”

 A shiver runs down my spine and I narrow my eyes at the vent. Two voices now- one young and one older. The younger, a boy. Cautiously, I take a step forward, remembering what Talik said about this place being haunted.

 Now, I’m not one for ghost stories either. But this is… a little off. In my book, at least.

“Master please,” the younger voice sobs in my head. Yes, it’s definitely coming from the vent. I take another step toward it, and the sobbing fades away until there is silence. I slide the pack from my shoulder and dig around for the screwdriver I know I shoved in here. Aha- found it.

 I crouch on my knees and begin twisting out the screws from the corners of the vent. I can definitely see something behind the slats besides strange red light now. The final screw comes loose, and I slowly remove the cover and place it down next to me.

 In the vent is a silver colored cylinder, maybe the length of my forearm. The emitter is sleek and simple, a little clunky but not too bad. The switch is nothing but a small button and the rest of the it is covered in a simple metal and matching pommel. A lightsaber.

 The sobbing starts up again, louder this time. “Master… I won’t leave you…”

 “You must padawan. They must never find you. You must hide yourself in the force.” 

“Master… please don’t leave me… Master?”

 Words from a not so distant time bounce around in my head as my right hand slowly stretches to touch it. The voices get louder, more focused- and my hand slides around the hilt and they stop. I am left alone in the quiet once more.

 So… the ship is under attack during Order Sixty-Six, and the padawan is caught running around by his master. She is injured and gives him final words of wisdom before she dies, though he refuses to leave her. He hides his lightsaber in a vent and runs to the escape pods, though apparently, he never made it. He must’ve been shot down by the Clones before he could get there. He just didn’t hide himself well enough in the force I suppose.

 What a shitty joke. Whatever, I’ll keep it in.

 My thumb glides over the weapon, feeling all the little divots and scratches embedded within. He must’ve been clumsy to get it so scratched up like this.

 Why did the saber call my name? If it believes I am its owner, it is mistaken. Its owner was killed three years ago, and I, somehow, am still very much alive. I’m no Jedi. I’m just a force sensitive. Honestly, I don’t care about the good or bad side of the force. At the end of the day, what matters to me is where the force will take me. To put it simply, there is no good or evil. There is only the air that binds us all together, whether we are decent or bad or living or dying.

 The Jedi believe that the path of anger and fear is the path to the Dark Side, but people can do great things even with anger in their hearts. Fear is within everyone- no amount of the fate or destiny will change that.

 I stand, still studying the lightsaber. Then I decide to try something.

 I position my feet apart, and hold my left hand out. Pressing the switch button, the lightsaber comes to life. It extends in a green glow and the quiet hum dies out with the beating of my heart. While I feel no connection with this saber, I feel it as part of me. I feel it as the Force all around me. I feel it as the Force within me.

 Closing my eyes, I try to lose focus on the… on the everything. Losing focus on the Force, is how you focus on the Force. It isn’t just a tangible thing that you can grab and see, it’s something you have to feel like a rhythm. Sometimes it’s fast and choppy and urgent, and other times it’s slow and soulful and overly sweet. Whether it’s violent and urgent, or slow and waiting, it is balanced to each force user’s agenda, I think.

 I’ve never cared about my balance.

 I take a few steps forward- one, two three- and stop. One more step and I fall to my death. I pick my left leg straight up without bending it, slowly but surely feeling it stretch before twisting my body into the air and having nothing on the ground to support me. My legs go into a split and one lands on the edge smoothly by my tip toes, holding me from falling to my sure death.

 I turn around now, eyes still shut tight. The lightsaber is raised in front of me again, this time with both hands wrapped around the hilt. I jab it straight forward, whirl my body 360 degrees and thrust it out again. The movement clears the air in front of me, and I find myself continuing to move despite my original move being completed. I twirl into the air once more, bringing the blade down against the nothingness of the empty void once before positioning my body into a straight line with the saber over my head. I land on my toes silently, raining the saber in an overhead strike across something that makes a sizzling noise, and whirl around to point in the face of my intruder.

 Opening my eyes, I am met with Talik’s wide eyes staring into mine with fear.

 The lightsaber casts a green light across her face, light that she is afraid of. I can see in her smokey, seductive features that she is shocked and appalled, but more scared than anything else.

 This is how the force users are more powerful than the common people- it doesn’t matter how good their intentions may be, one wrong move and they are deadly to everyone.

 It’s nightfall by the time we head back to the ship. Talik didn’t actually find anything good, but I felt a little guilty about scaring her, so I told her she had basically gathered a fortune.

 She doesn’t kick sand at me this time. While I’m grateful for it, I know it’s more out of that anguish she feels in her stomach than simply not being in the mood.

 Nobody in the troupe knows that I’m a force user. When I escaped from Ilum, I promised myself that if I wanted to survive, I really had to keep everything to myself. Luckily, living outside the knowledge of the Republic to begin with helped a lot. There were no records that I even existed, so no one came after me. I don’t have to bother with fake names or backstories- it’s not like I lie. If someone asks about my past, I tell them I used to be a scrapper on Bracca. That’s not a lie. Does it leave out the truth? Yes, most of it. But it’s still the truth. And it’s not like other bounty hunters have never lied in their lives! See, I’m one of the good ones.

 Another lie.

 I told Talik I found the lightsaber and wanted to try it out, though whether she actually believed that or not is always up for debate. I can sense the anguish inside of her- some anger bubbling within as well. But she doesn’t seem to suspect me as a Jedi or former Padawan, and I won’t take the chance of putting that idea into her head. Instead, I opt to tread through the sand silently with her.

 In my gut, something tells that something is wrong. I don’t know if it’s the anxiety of possibly losing someone I consider myself close to, or the knowledge that she’s totally calling bantha shit on me, but something feels off. The closer we get to the ship, the more intense the feeling becomes. Normally I can read what my gut is trying to say very well, but now it’s being awfully ambiguous and coy.

 “Are you going to keep the lightsaber?” Talik cuts through the silence.

 Now, choose your words very carefully, Keres. “Could be useful for the parts.”

 Silence, silence.

 “Have you ever seen a Jedi?”

 Carefully, now. Careful.

 “No. I didn’t grow up under Republic law.”

 “They’re monsters,” Talik seethes.

 ‘I know’, I want to say in turn, but I can’t. I decide to just leave it, because I can feel the rage growing in the pit of her slim tummy. “Alright,” I say instead, quietly.

 Talik scoffs, and this is what pisses me off. If there’s one thing in the galaxy that really grinds my gears, it’s passive aggressiveness. Honestly, I’d rather someone just be straight aggressive.

 I stop in my tracks trying to quiet the angry spark in my chest. “Are you pissed off at me or something?”

 Talik turns back to face me, her lekku whipping around. Something flashes in her eyes besides that spark of mischievousness. “Or something? You could’ve gotten us killed, you piece of shit.”

 “Not even close,” I say calmly, because I know that staying cool and collected in an argument will always let you win. Plus, it pisses the other party off even more, and that’s one of the great joys of living.

 “Oh, fuck you,” she hisses.  

 My mouth and throat are starting to feel dry. I would gulp that terrible drink she gave me yesterday right now if I could.

 “Your life isn’t a toy, and yet when you held that thing you danced around like it was all nothing more than a fucking game! Lightsabers are stupid pieces of dung that bring nothing but pain to everybody in the area.”

 “Like you’ve never taken a risk in your fucking life,” I say, a little louder than I meant to. “All you do is-”

 “No- a lightsaber isn’t a risk- it’s a death sentence, Keres. You hear me? A-”

 Talik stops. I feel it too. A large shadow looms across the moon, moving both fast and slow in rhythm with our fear. Both our eyes are fixated on the ship. It covers up the stars and flashes red as it passes by and lands next to our own heap of wings and metal.

 Oh, that can’t be good.

 Talik and I start sprinting towards the ship as fast as we can in the sand. Even though it might look like nothing, it’s always something. It’s an Imperial ship. We just both know the ship that’s landed next to it is not friendly. I can see a figure emerge from our ship- Mur- and another figure groggily stumbling behind-Kip.

 “What the kriff is that?!” Talik screams over her heavy breaths.

 “I don’t know!” I tell her. My cool demeanor has all but faded away, eaten up by the sand that seems to eat up my speed and make my thighs feel like they’re burning.

 “Now what the hell-”

 BOOM.

 A shot from the enemy ship hits ours clean in the side. It erupts in a cloud of orange heat and sends shards and pieces flying to the air. I am thrown back from the sheer impact of the explosion, sinking into the sand beneath me as my ears start to ring louder and sharper. I can see Talik run past me, not surprisingly considering she was farther behind me during the run. She must’ve missed being knocked down. God, what about Kip and Mur? What about K-19 and Jarvers?

 They were still inside weren’t they?

 I force myself to sit up, my abdomen howling in pain where a large bruise will surely form. If I don’t get internal bleeding from this, then I need to force myself to reach my crew. I can see now however that outside the enemy ship, Stormtroopers have gathered in their own little army.

 “We have learned that a dangerous devotee of the treasonous Jedi Order is among you,” says a voice through a megaphone. Honestly, my vision is a bit blurry, and my ears are ringing too hard to be sure of his words. “Turn this criminal in or face the consequences.”

 Maker, how? I’ve been as careful as can be! Someone must have seen me in the Venator, but the only person there was Talik. Even then, she didn’t know. So, how did this happen?

 I can make out blurry bits and pieces of the scene that was our ship. Mur is standing, but his gun is now out too. His armor looks a bit burnt. Kip is beside him, slumped over on the ground, but not dead. The ship is on fire, with burning rubble sprawled across the landscape. Smoke joins the air in black puffs of poison. I can’t see K-19 or Jarvers anywhere, but I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

 “We have no such criminal here!” Mur roars back. “We are simple traveling merchants- nothing more, nothing less!”

 There is a scoff into the megaphone. “Merchants? You’re awfully well armored for a merchant.” I know Mur well enough to tell the man is squaring his jaw in annoyance at that. “Hand over the traitor and we will be on our way.”

 “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. We don’t have any traitor.”

 “Well, that’s too bad,” replies the man with the megaphone.

 Is he going to leave us alone then? No, of course not. He lowers the object and gives a nod to the trooper next to him. The trooper fires a shot right into Mur’s chest, through his armor and watches as he drops to the ground quicker than I ever thought he would.

 “NO!” I scream out, the oxygen leaving my body making my head hurt with dizziness.

 From the ramp to the ground, a figure appears- Jarvers! - wielding a gun and pointing it at the trooper. He shoots the Imperial slave down and aims it at the one beside him next. On the officer’s signal, half the troopers fire on Jarvers, and the other half is coming right for me.

 Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.

 Their ship fires another shot at our own, and I can just see Jarvers being hit twice before being engulfed in flames. Our ship crumbles in on itself this time, and I think I’m the one screaming but it’s not me, it’s Kip. Several troopers are grabbing him, kicking and screaming, and hauling him onto their ship. Ah god- K-19 is gone too.

 I need to get up.

 Frantically, I scramble to my feet despite my ringing ears and snatch the lightsaber off of my belt. I see no sign of Talik, but I do see about five troopers coming my way, accompanied by a very grouchy looking man in dull colored uniform. He must be the one with the megaphone.

 I ignite the saber and hold it in front of me defensively, the reverse grip coming to mind immediately and naturally. The man in uniform stops and puts his hands behind his back, wording something to himself I don’t frankly care to listen to.

 The first trooper runs at me full speed and attempts to hit me with the blunt end of his rifle, but I evade and swipe the lightsaber at his legs. He falls to the ground screaming, and I stab my weapon into his chest and through his useless armor. I quickly pull it out the ready myself for the next attack- blasts from the next trooper. If I angle my blade correctly, the shots bounce off the saber and hit a trooper behind the one that fired it- two down.

 One of the remaining three is running faster than the others, and I throw my hand out to stop him. Immediately, the Force rushes through my veins faster than blood and he drops his weapon in favor of gripping his neck. I hold him up in the air, deciding I can block with one hand on the saber. Number four shoots a few times before he gets too close for my liking, so I throw the trooper in the force choke on top of him and they collide with thud.

 Now, where is number five? Ah, you’re behind me. How clever of you.

 I spin around and hold out my hand, and the shot is frozen in midair not a foot from my face. Instead, I twist my fingers, wrapping them around the shot to throw back to the trooper he shot them. My hand makes a tight fist, and the beam of light goes backwards and into him instead of me.

 Five troopers down- one dull dressed man to go.

 The air is both quiet and violent, between us. Most people would call what I just did ‘serial killing’. Other people would label it self-defense. This guy would name is treason. 

“Yeah,”  says, bringing his wrist to his lips. “We need backup.” Then he turns on his heel and starts to walk away, like this was some kind of audition.  

 The Jedi would tell you to let him go- to spare his life. Killing him would not make me feel better and his life is not mine to take. The Sith would stab him in the back right here, right now. And I’m sorry if you’re big on forgiveness here, but I’m not. The dark side is your friend in anger- I promise you.

 Red fire is quick to rush through my veins like rage. I feel like a volcano of everything in the galaxy. To be honest, it feels good.

 I throw my lightsaber out without really thinking about it, letting my anger take over. Sure enough, it spins around him, and he stops. The lightsaber returns to my awaiting hand like a boomerang, and then his torso falls clean off his body and his legs fold in on themselves.

 His ship, however, is now up in the air and about to jump into hyperspace.

 My Jedi reflexes make it easy to throw my hand out in a snap. The heap of Imperial junk stops, then begins twirling and divebombing towards the ground at the same time. I don’t know if I want to destroy it or not, but a gust of wind comes, and I’m made aware of my tear stained cheeks and dry throat. I can see Kip’s face from the glass windows on the side, and though it pains me to do it, I drop my hand and let the ship free. It jumps into hyperspace immediately, leaving me alone until the reinforcements came. 

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[buddiebeginz]

So I know I’m late to the party on this one but I’m gonna rant about my issues with TROS mainly because I just saw it again last night and I need to get some stuff off my chest. Warning this will probably get long and I’m sure I’ll repeat some stuff every one else has said

Also I know some of the things I bring up might be resolved to a point in the novelizations, with the commentary, or deleted scenes but most won’t see those so they don’t really count for the movie explaining things properly in some areas.

The movie has some enjoyable parts but doesn’t compare to TFA and doesn’t even come close to TLJ which in my opinion is the best out of the sequel trilogy. TLJ leaves you with all these questions at the end (especially in regards to Ben and Rey) in a good way that you think are going to be answered the next time you see these see characters in TROS but many of the questions are never answered.

Things feel messy and there’s too much going on all over the place. It’s easy to remember what the first two movies in the sequel trilogy are about it’s harder to remember all the stuff that went on in TROS because it feels really disjointed. Like they spend all this time looking for these triangle things (I forget what they were called) to find the planet Palpatine is on but little attention is given to what they are or why you need some special gadget to find these planets. Even when they find them it’s just over and done with pretty quickly. I also think there’s a lot better things they could have been doing with the final installment to the trilogy than wasting time on these things. Very little focus was given to character and relationship growth and development when it was literally the most important time to be giving it. There were so many scenes were I was just like what is the point of this? Like when they faked out Chewie’s death it felt really emotional at first and I was honestly shocked and sad. Then the movie was like psych just fucking with you he’s still alive and I’m like wtf was the point of that? All it served was so that they could go rescue Chewie but they could have done that without faking out his death. Or they could have had some other reason for them to end up on the ship like maybe rescuing Rey.

As others Have stated characters like Finn and Poe didn’t really feel like that had a good character arc through TROS and the series as a whole. I’d argue that TLJ gave a little more depth to both of them with showing Poe’s struggles in wanting to lead the rebellion and Finn’s whole journey with Rose and facing off against Phasma. I don’t think the TROS did too much to really close out either one of their storylines though well except for maybe giving Poe more of a chance to lead but tbh I don’t get all the choices they made for Finn.

They kept making it seem like Finn had romantic feelings for Rey  (like when he said he wanted to tell her something) even though they’ve only ever been friends and it didn’t make sense for that to be a part of their storyline. If they wanted to give Finn a love interest it would have made way more sense for them to have it be Rose, or Poe. I didn’t like the fact that out of nowhere they had Finn just suddenly become force sensitive at the end of TROS. If they wanted Finn to be Jedi or force sensitive that should have been introduced in TFA not in the very back end of TROS. I wouldn’t have had a problem with Finn being a Jedi but it just didn’t feel like that was supposed to be a part of his storyline for the majority of the series. The writing made it feel incredibly shoe horned in.

This is pretty nitpicky but the movie is super dark in places particularly the end fight with Palpatine. I’m all for good mood lighting but someone needed to tell the editors to inject some light because you could hardly tell wth was going on in some of those scenes.

Bringing back Palaptine was just one of the worst decision they’ve made in Star Wars in my opinion. It was totally unnecessary and worse it undermines all the work that was done in the original trilogy to get rid him. Vader’s sacrifice was essentially for nothing. I mean I know it was about his redemption but part of that was killing Palpatine. Killing the man who screwed up his entire life and turned him to the dark side. The origtrig was supposed to mean the end of the Empire. I just get the feeling they weren’t really sure where to take things after Snoke was killed but the thing is we didn’t need another Snoke or worse bringing back villains from the past. TROS should have been about Ben (which I’ll get to that when I talk about the shit show of an ending)

I wish there had been more talking between Ben and Rey. I know I’m biased being a Reylo shipper and I get that it’s a Star Wars movie so there’s going to be a lot of action but the origtrig had a lot of talking. I mean there were scenes full of Vader and Luke just talking. Some of my favorite scenes in the whole trilogy are when Rey are Ben are just talking. There was so much more I wanted to know about these characters.

THE ENDING

(which needed a section all to it’s self because that’s how bad it was)

So by now everyone has ranted about how awful the ending is but in all honesty as much as I feel the same it could have been worse. I mean it could have ended with Rey and Ben fighting each other and him dying without a smidge of redemption. Still the redemption he got was minimal and lazy to what this character deserved.

This trilogy was really about Ben and Rey and they should have been the main focus of the last one especially Ben. In the first two movies of the sequel trilogy we see how Ben is being manipulated by Snoke and how he’s very much on the dark side but there’s still light in him, light that Rey finds and brings out. TROS should been the culmination of Ben’s fight to go back to the light. We never really saw a big dramatic storyline with Vader and his return to the light (we just got that end scene with him saving Luke) but we could and should have gotten that with Ben.

If you asked someone what the sequel trilogy was about they’d likely mention Rey and Kylo Ren and the sad thing is Ben was a central part of three movies yet had no real resolution or solid focus at the end of series. 

The ending battle in TROS was mostly between Rey and Palaptine with Ben in there for a tiny bit and while I’m thankful we got the little bit of Reylo we got at the end if Palpatine had to be there it should have been Reylo battling him together. I found myself watching and thinking where the hell is Ben half the time.

When Rey says “be with me” in the middle of the Palaptine battle she should have been talking to Ben and not the force ghosts (who she didn’t know well) and he should have answered her back.

I don’t think that it was necessary to make Rey Palpatine’s granddaughter. I think they could have easily enough had her be powerful without having her be related to him. In actuality I think it would have made more sense to have her parents be nobody’s like was said in TLJ and it just happens that she’s really powerful. So you would have had Ben coming from a powerful loving family and being powerful yet turned to the dark side and Rey coming from a nothing cruel family who sold her and being powerful with the light. Not everything needs a huge explanation. I’m still very much of the opinion that Palpatine’s inclusion in TROS was totally unnecessary.

In TLJ there was a lot of focus put on Rey and Ben’s force bond it was even brought up sort of in TFA. We see it in TROS but I don’t feel like they ever really utilized it to the potential they could have. We should have seen more of them communicating through their bond especially during the end fight. And while I don’t think everything needs to be explained I still would have loved to see them talk about it in person. TROS shows us that their bond is so powerful it literally makes Palpatine exponentially more powerful when he takes their life force together but there’s never any explanation as to why Ben and Rey have this connection and why it’s so powerful. We’ve seen other force bonds with force sensitive people in the SW saga but never like these two have so what’s the difference? And why wasn’t it enough to save Ben?

So Rey dies and Ben gives his life force to save her. We get scenes with Ben crawling over to Rey, holding her, and looking absolutely shocked and anguished that Rey wouldn’t be with him anymore. Rey comes back they kiss and we see the first real smile from Ben in the entire series. and then he dies. Rey looks sad for a moment Ben disappears and that’s it, that’s the last time any reference to Ben is made in the movie. Rey loved him too Rey was eternally connected to him too yet the movie would have you believe all she felt was one moment of sadness over loosing her other half. It makes no sense. It also makes no sense why Ben wouldn’t be a force ghost unless he’s not dead.

And this is more of a commentary about fandom but I see so many people talk about how Reylo is abusive or how Ben can’t possibly be redeemed because of all the horrible things he’s done but no one seems to consider the fact that Ben was poisoned by the dark side at an age much younger than Anakin. Luke also turned on him and then lied about it which I have a huge problem with the movies acting like that was in any way okay. Like the only one who called Luke out on that was Rey but still Luke is partially responsible for what happened to Ben. My point in bringing this up in the ending is that Ben comes back to the light and without a moments hesitation he saves Rey and that still isn’t enough for some people he’s still this awful abusive person. He had so many chances to kill her, to hurt her, wound her terribly and he never did in fact it was her who ended up stabbing and almost killing him.

I’m not sure if Carrie Fisher’s death changed anything of how the ending was going to go. I’d assume so and I’ve read that Leia was supposed to play a bigger role in this movie so I’m not sure how it all would have played out but the way they had her die I think was another problem. There’s a video with an ending fix that shows Leia’s death bringing Ben back and I think that’s how it should have gone. Their whole battle on the Death Star to begin with was kind of messy you had Rey stab him, heal him, and then just leave which what was the purpose of all of that? But having Leia die then was less impactful as it would have been in the final moments of the movie. We don’t really know why Leia died in the movie just that when she did Ben felt it and it made him stop. If they had her die at the end it they could have made it so she chose to sacrifice herself to bring her son back so he could finally go be in the light with Rey.

When people watched the origtrig they saw Luke, Leia, and Han defeat the darkness good won out. Luke was even able to bring his father back to the light and talk to him and give himself closure. At the end of ROTJ the whole group are happy and together and there’s peace for first time in a long time. You might not have known exactly where these characters would end up after ROTJ but it all felt very hopeful. Now I’m not saying that everything needs to be wrapped up in a bow like that but where is the hope and inspiration at the end of TROS? Sure they defeated the bad guys but Rey is alone on sand planet basically back where she started.

I get that JJ and the other people involved with making the movie probably thought let’s be poetic and have TROS end where the original pretty much started on Tatooine but storyline wise it didn’t make sense for this trilogy and these characters and it was just plain tragic to have Rey end up back on a sand planet alone. One thing we’ve learned from Rey through the course of three movies is how alone she’s felt her entire life. How long she spent waiting for her parents because she thought they were coming back. How it’s clear she just wanted to to be loved and belong. She found that sense of love and belonging with Ben through their force bond and right when they could finally be together right when he finally came back to the light he was gone. She didn’t even have her friends with her she was truly alone.

If they had to have Ben die at the end of the battle and have Rey alone on Tatooine what they could have done was have her hear Ben at the end through their force connection and leave it open for interpretation as to whether he was still alive or just a ghost. I also think she should have taken Ben’s last name. This would connect her to the original trilogy in a way that would make older fans happy and it would connect her to Ben in a way that would make those of us who love Reylo happy. The thing is Rey was closer to Ben and his parents than she ever was to Luke. No offense to anyone who loves Luke but he wasn’t exactly the world’s best mentor. I mean I loved him in the origtrig but I wasn’t too happy with how he treated Rey and definitely not happy for what he did to Ben. Rey didn’t need to take his last name to honor him or Leia and Leia loved Han and Ben so Solo would have made her happy too. I just think JJ gave her the name Skywalker to make the fanboys happy. But Rey will always be a Solo to me.

I don’t know if they were trying to leave things intentionally vague or not at the end but a lot of it was. Like I said though I think the ending probably went through multiple changes in large part do to Carrie Fisher dying but other reasons too. I do think originally Ben wasn’t going to die but for whatever reasons that was changed. The scene where he lays down definitely feels  weird like it was revered or something (as many have pointed out). I also don’t get the inclusion of force ghosts if they weren’t going to include Ben, either there should have been no ghosts or Ben should have been there too. Another reason I think the ending was changed was because of the scene on the Death Star. Why have Rey heal him only for him to die later? It felt like this movie was supposed to be about Ben’s healing and return to the light not his death. It just doesn’t fit.

I read this one post that talked about how Ben is dark with light and Rey is light with dark yin/yang they balance each other out and can’t exist without each other. So what is Rey’s life going to be like now that her other half is gone?

I think that the movie should have ended up with Ben and Rey together over looking some place green and beautiful (remember her saying she didn’t think there was this much green in the whole galaxy). Maybe some time in the future with Rey pregnant and them building a life together. They could have even had Ben teaching new Jedi students. I want to cry just thinking about it. There’s so many better choices they could have made for the ending than just Rey alone in the desert on mercenary planet where she’s probably going to have to fight to survive again.

Sorry this got so long I just wanted to get out all my feelings on this. If you read all the way down many blessings upon you and your cow. 😝💗 I’m totally open to talking about any of this even if you disagree just as long as you’re not sending me hateful bs.

#star wars #reylo #tros #tros spoilers #tros negativity #ep ix #sw! #reylo epix #long post #epix etc

[dontcallmecarrie]

Standing On the Edge

stress writer + extreme stress + writer’s block for the stuff I actually want to write = me realizing I made a mistake, when trying to think of the absolute worst day Ben Organa Solo could have.

Well, sort of. Here, have a shatterpoint, it’s been a while. Under the cut, because RIP mobile users otherwise.

Ben Organa Solo had Seen Things. Had seen a lot of things, had been running from his demons for the better part of his life, had gotten into bar fights on Canto Bight and shot at pirates in hyperspace and yelled at Force ghosts on Korriban and Malachor, had helped take down the kriffin’ First Order. By all rights, nothing should be able to surprise him by now.

Yet— 

This was a new one.

He swallowed hoarsely as he looked around and faces he’d only ever seen in his dreams, and bit back the urge to punch the wall, scream, anything.

Oh, come on.

Ben had long since been made aware of whose armor he’d apparently found, oh so long ago [it’d saddled him with that stupid, ridiculous name, how could he not?] but...

Well, he had already known the galaxy was still recovering from the fall of the Jedi. But it was one thing to be academically aware of something, and another to have said knowledge be forced in your face via the lightsaber he’d hastily had to deflect because— 

Purple lightsaber clashed against purple, and Ben took a nanosecond to process his shock before he ripped off his mask with his other hand before things could escalate even more because this was a nightmare and the absolute worst way he could think of meeting his heroes [the only heroes who had never disappointed him].

“Hey, hey, I know this looks bad but I’m not him!”

His Force presence was a roiling stormcloud, he had a purple lightsaber and the armor of the Revanchist on some godforsaken battlefield and Sithspit he had not thought this through. 

The only way things could be worse would be if—

A faint hum was the only warning Ben had before he ducked under the other lightsaber as he put his mask back. The other, annoyingly familiar blue lightsaber and kriff that was Skywalker.

...Ben could not kill him. No, he couldn’t kill the man who’d featured in the worst of his childhood nightmares, even if he wanted to deny any connection to the bastard he still wanted to be born and he must be really, really feeling like a Sith in the Force right now if the way they were eyeing him was any clue.

Do not screw with the space-time continuum, do not, do not— 

So of course that’s when a platoon of droids find them. 

Of kriffing course. 

.

Jedi General Mace Windu was very, very alarmed to see the newcomer, and it was only partly because of who he resembled.

Nor was it the way the stranger’s Force presence had darkened even more at the sight of Skywalker, or the color of his lightsaber. 

No, Mace Windu’s main concern was the ease with which he had turned to face the droids— his blood ran cold when he saw the figure outstretch a hand, and decimated them with an ease that spoke of years of practice and control. 

He recognized it immediately, of course. [How could he not, when he himself had been the only one of his generation to have possessed said ability as well?]

Shatterpoint.

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Ben kept his shoulders squared and lightsaber at the ready, even as he lowered his hand. He did not like the way the Jedi were looking at him— Mace Windu[!!!] had ill-disguised shock in his eyes, while Skywalker had stiffened after the first of the clankers had started falling [the hypocrite]. In the distance, he could hear clone troopers approaching and registering the disturbance as well— they’d probably arrive in a few minutes.

So much for subtlety.

Rey was never going to let him hear the end of it. Ben could almost hear Finn’s laughter, too, and the pang of homesickness came on the heels of the realization of how strained their bond felt, stretched between time and space as it was. 

[He just wanted to go home.]

“Who are you?” Skywalker asked in suspicion, and Ben tamped down on what irritation he hadn’t managed to channel into his attack.

No need to escalate this, these were allies. 

He turned to address Mace Windu, out of spite. “General Mace Windu. May I trouble you in asking what the date is? I do believe I’m a bit lost.”

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aka the one where Ben crash-lands the Clone Wars. Cue internal screaming.

On the plus side, his childhood dreams [and nightmares], plus his being a history buff, mean that he’s very much on the ball as far as politicking and tactics go. Plus whenever Anakin’s not in the picture, Ben is highkey fanboying over everything and everyone he meets [Mace Windu! The 187th! Obi-Wan Kenobi! The 212st! Plo Koon! The Wolfpack! Bail Organa! Mon Mothma!] because these were his childhood heroes, the people whose deeds and morals he aspired to emulate when he was at his lowest points. He’s seeing and interacting with people he’d only ever seen in his dreams, and for the first time in his life, he meets his heroes and they don’t end up disappointing him even once.

...whenever he’s not scaring the crap out of them, anyway, because he refuses to remove his mask in case anyone spots the resemblance between him and Anakin. Which, combined with the armor he’s also not inclined to take off anytime soon [dude crash-landed in the middle of a war zone, what do you expect?], and you get a lot of heart attacks whenever he meets someone new. 

A lot of ‘oh shit that’s Darth Revan!’ moments, with the Jedi, and multiple kidnapping attempts from the Separatists because of that very same reason. Because Ben refuses to set foot on Coruscant as long as the Supreme Chancellor’s on it, and Palpatine is very...intrigued by these reports. 

Unfortunately for him, Ben takes one look at what’s going on, and goes “okay you know what? I didn’t want to make waves but clearly this is an alternate timeline so screw it, let’s see how much I can fix”.

If this universe doesn’t get a Ben, well at least they’re still going to be minus an Empire, so he’ll take it. 

Even if the Jedi are slightly horrified by how chill he is about the prospect, because what the hell. Made even worse as the story continues tumbling out, about Order 66 [by the way, turns out that Shatterpoint + chips = one less risk in a pinch] and Operation Knightfall and everything else that went down— and that Ben saw it in his childhood. 

The pièce de résistance, however, is the ‘my grandfather was a Sith Lord’ thing, hands down. [Geez. No wonder the guy’s Force presence was as solidly grey as it was.]

Ben doesn’t name names or remove his mask, but he doesn’t need to.

Not when everyone can feel just how little he likes Anakin Skywalker, whenever they’re in the same room.

Even if he hasn’t done it yet [ever, in this timeline], Ben will never forgive him for it. For becoming Darth Vader, for being the Emperor’s attack dog and casting a shadow so dark, Ben couldn’t fully escape it even after a lifetime of running. 

Which is a tragedy, actually, because if Anakin had been any other person, they would’ve gotten along very well. 

They have a similar protectiveness for their loved ones [the sacrifice Ben made to keep Finn and Rey safe would’ve spoken for itself], and similar experiences as Padawans [both experienced jealousy and fear because of their power]. Ben inherited Anakin's and Han Solo’s piloting skills, and Ben’s drive for justice runs in the family too. 

But because Anakin Fell in Ben’s timeline, because he featured in so many of his nightmares, was the reason Ben had struggled so hard to define himself, he just— can’t. Can’t help but raise his guard, whenever he sees Anakin. Can’t help but stiffen, can't keep his Force presence from darkening slightly. 

It’s painful to watch, even for the most distant of outsiders [...who are allies, anyway. Ventress just sits back and has popcorn, whenever they’re out in the field]. 

Especially because the more time passes, the more Ben lowers his guard around everyone else. He shows an excellent head for tactics in his talks with Obi-Wan and Yularen and the various politicians that crop up, banters with Ahsoka and the clones, and is...not exactly subtle with the way he fanboys over everyone. 

It’s...kinda adorable, actually. Ben tries to acts all professional and aloof and gruff, but then he’ll slip and geek out at the prospect of sparring with a Jedi, or he focuses so much on trying to impress Bail Organa that he completely misses the look in the man’s eyes when Ben offhandedly mentions his own efforts against the First Order.

The more time passes, the better read everyone has on the situation. 

And then Finn and Rey show up [”dammit Ben next time we’re the ones scouting the creepy Force cave”], and even more pieces of the puzzle come to light.

Finn and Rey, who are brilliant where Ben was a stormcloud. 

Finn and Rey, who openly, shamelessly give their own perspective on things too, and help fill in the parts that Ben left out.

By the time the trio leave, it’s with the hope of a brighter future, and the knowledge that that galaxy is in good hands.

#shatterpoint #The Rise of Darth Calamity #The Man Who Sold The World #in which Darth Calamity meets canon and absolutely no one is happy #with bonus time travel #Darth Calamity meets the Clone Wars #My writing #My fic #bonus content #behind the scenes mini fic #behind the scenes

[kunoichi-ume]

In Character Interview

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

@cinlat tagged me awhile ago to give her Jurr’s answers in response of Kadu’s here.

1. What is your name? 

“Jurr Jiin Jadon”

2. Do you know why are you named that?

She screws up her face like she is trying really hard to remember. “I think my brother helped me choose Jiin and that Jurr was all I could remember of my name when I was admitted to the hospital as a kid.” She pauses before grinning, “Jadon is my husband’s family name.”

3. Are you single or taken?

“Pretty sure I just answered that, weren’t you listening?”

4. Have any abilities or powers?

She laughs, “if you consider being able to forget my entire life at the drop of a hat, sure, why not?”

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

"Or what?” she asks, single eye narrowing into a challenging glare.

6. What’s your eye color?

“Kadu calls it amber but I think it’s more like gold.”

7. How about your hair color?

“Red,” she answers before frowning, “can’t you figure that one out for yourself?”

8. Have any family members?

“Blood family is overrated,” she scoffs, folding her arms across her chest, “but then mine never came looking for an amnesiac teenager. Kadu is my family, as is his padawan, my squad and my new service dog Brutus.”

9. Oh? How about pets?

She gestures at the large Akk Dog sitting next to her. “What do you think? Kadu worked for a long time with my brother and another Jedi to get our squad listed as a canine unit so I could have Brutus. He is like a pet with all sorts of bonuses - like he will bite the face off anyone who annoys me.”

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now, tell me something you don’t like?

“Being underestimated because of my disadvantages, I might not remember all of it but I know I worked damn hard to get to where I am.”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

“Art, I spend a lot of time sketching and painting. I also enjoy watching art programs and listening to Kadu read.” Her face flushes adorably, “and lately he has been trying to teach me to swim.”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

“Yes, and yes I meant to and will again when, not if, it comes up.”

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

“Yes, that’s the life of a soldier. Kill the enemy before they kill you.”

14. What kind of animal are you?

“I’m not sure, though Kadu might say I am an octopus with how I latch on to him at night.”

15. Name your worst habits?

She grins. “I am terrible with names.”

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“My husband of course, for how patient and caring he is. He deals with a lot more of my shitty life than he should have to.”

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

She frowns, tapping her fingers on her chin as she thinks. “Could I answer with ‘Kadu-sexual’?”

18. Do you go to school?

“I have vague memories of going through an adapted course at the Republic Military Academy, they accommodated me but I don’t think it was by their own choice.”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“I’ve got half of that down but,” her voice trails off and she stares at her lap, “kids is out of the question. Not just because Kadu and I couldn’t get pregnant, but what kind of mother could I be when I can’t even guarantee I’d remember my children’s faces in the morning? It’s impossible, I don’t know anything about being a mom and no kid deserves to deal with my shit.”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

“Oh yes, so many,” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Didn’t you know? It’s every kids dream to grow up and have half their brain destroyed so they can be someone’s science project and forget their own name.”

21. What are you most afraid of?

“My implants breaking beyond repair. It will happen someday, even if they just wear out, not tech lasts forever.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“Armor, PT gear,” she smiles, “and Kadu’s shirts.”

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

“Kadu makes the best pancakes in the entire galaxy. I don’t even need to remember eating anyone else’s to know I am right.”

24. Am I annoying to you?

“Little bit, but I won’t remember this by next week so I’ll get over it.”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

“You know I could be painting right now, right?”

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

“As a soldier I guess low? I don’t really have a good understanding of classes of society, comes from forgetting everything all the time and growing up in a hospital.”

27. How many friends do you have?

“More than I ever expected. Hell, some days i am still stunned I have one. I don’t make a habit of loading many of my memories of growing up but I do know I spent years in that facility and only one person ever gave me the time of day. I quite literally owe my life to Trev because without him I wouldn’t be where I am today. Or even that I’d be alive.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

“Pie? Where?”

29. Favorite drink?

“Sweetberry juice or hot cocoa - and if either is spiked with something a little stronger all the better.”

30. What’s your favorite place?

“Anywhere I am alone with my husband.”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

“Not particularly, I learned early on that interest was a waste when your memory is a fickle as mine.”

32. That was a stupid question…

“If you look over this interview, I think you would find a lot of them are. Even I don’t have to ask people sitting across from me what color their hair is.”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Her face pales, “I can’t really swim without Kadu there to support me in the water so I’d rather not do either if it’s all the same to you.”

34. What’s your type?

“Like as in men?” She cocks her head to the side and smiles, “someone big and strong enough to rip you to shreds with ease.”

35. Any fetishes?

“I am not familiar with that word, cold you define it for me?”

36. Camping or outdoors?

“I don’t see how that is a ‘or’ question. Can you camp inside?”

#Swtor #Republic Trooper #OC: Jurr Jiin #With a shit ton of references to #Kadu Jadon

[k-renne]

CHAPTER ONE - LOVE REIGNS

SUMMARY: Ben Solo loved you, well maybe he still was in love with you but he tried to shove that aside, that was in the past. Now he had to worry about finding a wife, a princess that he’d marry to rule by his side on Alderaan. His days of Jedi training were over, and it was time to play the part of a prince. 

TAGS: @kyloholic, @daisysridrey, @cryxlowrites

A/N: Yes, nicole and I wrote yet another Ben Solo au, what can I say - we love him!

Ben sighed as he watched the temple get smaller and smaller, he did not want to leave. He was headed to the resistance base, which usually wasn’t a bad thing but he just had a feeling that his mother wanted more than just to see him. She was planning something, and he was antsy just waiting to see what it was.

He knew that he had put off his duties a prince for quite some time as he trained as a Jedi, which was purposeful. He didn’t choose to be a prince per say, he was just born into it. He wished someone else could just rule Alderaan but he knew his mother would never go for that. He was worried that as a prince he would become complacent, weak and unable to further his skills with the force. He was afraid that he’d become lazy and spoiled like many of the princes he’s met.

He just needed more time, there were still things he wanted to do as a Jedi before he became a prince.

“Ben!” His mother smiled when he saw him. Even if he was worried, he was always happy to see her. He embraced her in a hug, he missed her after all.

“Walk with me Ben,” Leia directed. Ben trailed behind, greeting the familiar faces along the way.

“Ben buddy you’re back, good to see ya!” Poe pulled him in for a hug. When he saw the look Leia was giving him he realized this wasn’t the time to catch up, “Stop by later if you can, okay?”

Ben nodded. He followed his mother into an empty meeting room, where she closed the door behind her.

“Now, I think you know what this is about,” She crossed her arms.

“I have an idea, maybe something about my birthright?”

“You’d be right, it’s time for you to get married.” Leia said.

“What?” That’s not what he was expecting to hear at all.

“You heard me Ben, soon you’ll be King of Alderaan but first you need someone by your side. You can’t do this alone,” Leia shakes her head.

“Why not?” Ben challenges. The idea that he had to be married to rule was ridiculous to him.

“One, it’s tradition. Two, you don’t have enough experience in politics to do it on your own. Three, Alderaan needs more allies,” Leia counted.

“Screw tradition,” Ben scoffed. “And I have plenty of experience, besides you can just help me,” He defends.

“You know I can’t, not with the war that’s about to begin.” Leia looked distraught. She didn’t want to force her son to do anything, but sometimes she had to do things she knew were for his own good. It was time for her to start passing Alderaan down to him.

“What if I get stuck with someone I hate?”

“You won’t, I’m giving you plenty of options and plenty of time to make a decision,” Leia reassured him.

“Okay, I’ll do it for the people,” Ben sighed. This wasn’t what he wanted, but he guessed it was time for him to finally move on. Who was he kidding thinking he was going to be able to get you back, that was a pipe dream.

“See? You’re thinking like a king already,” Leia patted his back. But that didn’t do much to console him, it only made him more nervous. He hadn’t even thought about getting married, he wasn’t nearly ready. He was already starting to freak out about it a little.

Leia left Ben as she had someone else she needed to talk to, though she said that she was giving him plenty of options there was only one that she could see really working and you hadn’t even agreed to be a contender.

“General Organa, what can I do for you today?” You smiled.

“Y/N how many times have I told you to call me Leia?”

“At least a dozen,” You smirk, you refused to give up the formality.

“Always so stubborn,” She shook her head. “Anyways I need you to do something for me, for my son,” Leia started.

“Okay, shoot.” You were skeptical about this one, you would do anything for Leia but Ben...not so much.

“I’m trying to get Ben married, he needs to be to become King and I want you to be one of the contenders.”

You open your mouth to immediately protest but she continues, “Now I know you and Ben aren’t exactly on the best terms-”

“Not on the best terms? I hate to break it to you but that ship has sailed, no way,” You interrupted. You couldn’t do this again, it already hurt you enough the first time. Besides, all he cared about was being a Jedi.

“Y/N he’s grown up a lot since then, I promise. He never wanted to hurt you I think he even still loves you.”

“Yeah right, I think he cares more about his lightsaber,” You scoffed.

“Y/N, please just one date. If you can’t do this for him, do it for me,” Leia pleaded.

You sighed, “Fine, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it and it certainly doesn’t mean I’m going to marry him.”

“Of course,” Leia keeps her face impassive; hiding how happy she was that her plan was going through. Now she just had to hope Ben would have the guts to finally apologize to you, realize that he was the one in the wrong.

“This is going to be a disaster,” You shook your head.

The rest of the day went swiftly, you were busy being a Resistance officer--as well as a princess--so you didn’t have time to ponder over the thought of reuniting with Ben after so long. This is for Leia, you thought. You wouldn’t be doing this for anyone else. No way in hell. The last person you wanted to see was Ben and you knew very well it wasn’t going to be a pretty so called ‘date’.

You just wondered if he knew you were going to be the one he’d be sharing a dinner with that evening.

“This is going to wonderfully, I promise you that.” Leia nodded with a assuring grin, holding Ben’s arm and shoulder as she walked beside him. “Who knows, maybe first time’s the charm.”

“Yeah… we’ll see about that.” Ben scoffed, the two coming to a stop to where the dining hall was, two large doors greeting them. “This better be worth it.”

“Oh, it will be. Believe me.” Leia smiled, having high hopes the night would go smoothly. That Ben would apologize. That you’d take him back. “Just go in there and enjoy yourself, alright? Don’t think too much into it. You’ll do great.” Waving her hand for him to lean forward, Leia kissed his cheek before giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Good luck, sweetie!”

“Yeah…” Taking in a deep breath, he stood straight and aimed for the door. “I’m going to need it.”

Walking into the hall, Ben came to a sudden stop as he saw the backside of one of the princesses who’d be a contender, standing there be one of the dining chairs. Sucking in a breath, eyeing their figure from afar, he hoped it would go good. That he wouldn’t have to go on dates with any other princess. That she’d be the one

Smiling as he straightened his back, Ben proceeded to walk forward. He was anxious, to say the least, he hadn’t been on a date in so long… not since- don’t think about it, Solo. Coming to a stop behind the princess, he lightly cleared his throat as he watched the princess turn. “H-” Cutting himself off, Ben’s eyes widened. “Y/N?! It’s you!”

Sighing, you shook your head and completely faced him. “Ben.”

“Why… How…” Unsure of what to even say, Ben bit his tongue. “I should have seen this coming.”

“I am a princess, Ben. Did you forget that?” You tilted your head. “Or were you too caught up living in a temple to remember that there are… other people in this galaxy who share similar titles as you.”

“That’s not…” Taking in a deep breath, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I did not expect you to be the one I’d be going on a date with.”

“Well, believe it.” You nearly huffed, Ben biting down as he didn’t want the bickering to ruin the night. He could already feel it coming.

“I don’t want this night to start off rocky-”

“Really? You don’t? You actually care about how I feel?”

“Y/N, please…”

“Right, right. Let’s just act like nothing ever happened between us, uh huh.” You nodded, turning away to sit down, Ben sighing as he reached for the chair, pulling it back for you as you sat down. “Let’s continue this act that we don’t even know each other.”

Hearing your words, Ben gulped as he took a small step back before walking over to where he would be sitting. “You act like I’m ignoring you.”

“You practically were, Ben.” You clenched your jaw. “I was nothing to you.”

“That’s a complete lie and you know that.” He pointed as you rolled your eyes. “Don’t act like you never did any wrong!”

“Me? Do wrong?! Ben, you’re the one who put being a Jedi before anything! Before your own kingdom! You are their future king and you pull this?!” You exclaimed. “You’re a hypocrite!”

“Me?! A hypocrite?! I’m doing what is right for the galaxy by being a Jedi! I am protecting the balance and the light! I’m protecting people like you!”

“You have people to protect on Alderaan! Where you are meant to rule!” You retorted.

“Oh, don’t pull that card on me, Y/N. You are one to talk.” He snarled, eyes narrowing as you glared back at him. “Look where you are now, on the Resistance base. Where should you be?”

“Don’t turn this on me.” You scoffed.

“Shouldn’t you be on your home planet? Protecting your people? Where you should rule?” Ben leaned forward as you bit back.

“I am here because we have an alliance with the Resistance and I am protecting my people by fighting against the First Order.” You said through a tight jaw, Ben letting out a snicker.

“And yet… I’m not protecting my people by being a Jedi?” He tilted his head as you rolled your eyes. “I think that’s hypocrisy right there, sweetheart.” Feeling his chest tighten from the anger he felt, upset and hurt by the fact that you were attacking him, Ben tightened his fists. You hated him, it was clear in your face and tone. And he hated you… or so he tried convincing himself. “This clearly was a mistake.”

Swallowing as you sat in silence, your eyes fall onto the table cloth, taking in deep breaths to calm yourself. “So it seems.”

The dinner had been cut short, you had lost your appetite and so had Ben. The second Leia saw the two of you walk out with flat expressions and a clear distance between the two of you, she frowned. She had so much hope that it’d go well. That the two of you would pick up where you left. That Ben would apologize, ask you to be with him and to be his forever.

Leia had high hopes that Ben would… ask for your hand in marriage. But even then, her dreams were too high to achieve.

But she wasn’t going to give up. Never, not on either of you.

“Ah, look who it is!” Poe exclaimed, walking away from his X-Wing as BB-8 followed him. “Prince… Jedi… whatever it may be, Ben Solo.”

“Hey, Dameron.” Ben slightly smiled, standing across from him as he eyed the X-Wing. “How’re you holding up?” Ben asked as he patted Poe’s shoulder once he came to a stop in front of him.

“I’m doing fine, hanging in there. Lots of people depend on me, you know? But I can’t ever give up on myself or them. Then I’d fail them.” Poe said, wiping his hands with a towel before extending it out. “It’s been too long, buddy. Glad to see you.”

Taking his hand in his, Ben shook it as he nodded. “Glad to see you, too.”

“I don’t mean to pry…” Scratching his forehead, Poe took in a deep breath. “But, I’ve been around Y/N for quite some time lately… she seems a lot different. I just saw her storm by… is everything okay?”

Taking in a deep breath, Ben rubbed the back of his neck. “I wish I could lie to you and say they are… but it’s obvious they’re not.” He sighed, Poe only frowning.

“I see… Sorry to hear, I hope things pick up someday between the two of you.” Poe said. “You two were a dynamic duo.” He chuckled as Ben slightly smiled.

“Yeah… yeah, we were.” Ben frowned, thinking of the past. You really were perfect together, he still didn’t really understand what happened. All of the sudden it was like a switch flipped and you hated him, lashing out at him out of the blue.

With the exception of how it ended, dating you was everything he wanted it to be; in fact he still missed you sometimes. He brought his fingers to his lips, the feeling of your kiss still permanently etched there. His frown only deepened, you were his first love.

“Ben, hey buddy you still there?” Poe waved his hand in front of Ben’s face, trying to catch his attention.

“Huh?” Ben came back to reality.

“Hoo boy, good luck with that Ben. Looks like you’re in deep,” Poe chuckled. He was slightly concerned for his friend, he’d never seen him this down before.

“Thanks…” Ben trailed off. “I better get going,” Ben shoved his hands in his pockets, looking down.

Poe nodded, turning back to his X-Wing as he watched his friend slink away. He really hoped things worked out between you two, it seemed like you both needed closure. It just wasn’t like you to fight like this, he missed seeing you happy together.

Once Ben got to the room he was staying in he sat on the bed and rested his face in his hands, squeezing his eyelids tight and willing the tears not to fall. He shouldn’t be doing this, it would only make it worse but he pulled out an old picture of you he always kept in his jedi robes. He let the tears flow freely now when he looked at the picture, of you kissing his cheek as he had a big grin on his face.

It was a gift you gave him before he left for the Jedi Temple, he had broken the frame in anger after you broke up but he still had the picture and he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it. He was so happy with you, so in love he could never imagine being with someone else. Seeing you again, still as beautiful as ever made his heart ache. As hard as he tried he could never hate you, and he never will.

#kylo-renne + kyloholic writes #ben solo #ben solo x reader #prince!ben

[corseque]

I wanted to publish/answer the asks I got because of the bullying thing because they made me emotional and I’m really grateful to you guys. like, genuinely, I was overwhelmed by the support that day, and I’m feeling 100x better about the whole thing now.

Anonymous said:

I’m so sorry you went through that! I haven’t had a tumblr in literal years but after TLJ came out I somehow found your blog through Pinterest and wound up creating a new one because I admired you so much and wanted to follow you lol. Keep doing what you’re doing, and thank you for being so cool and like a beacon of positivity

holy shit, this is such a nice message. ;_; I’m so happy you like my blog, and I hope you have fun. I actively work and concentrate on being positive when sometimes I might not want to be, and I’m not perfect, so I’m glad that it at least comes through in a noticeable way.

morphinepudding said:

Confession: you're the only blog on this hellsite I've been following for years, since it seems we both love scar-faced, emotional, broken men with ominous masks and a soft spot for (not so) vulnerable little birds. I am a silent lurker outside of my art posting but know how much I appreciate your insight, your humor and your tags, and how I audibly squealed when you reblogged my latest piece since your posts were such an inspiration for it. Never let them bring you down.

this message made me burst into tears at my grandma’s house when I got it in my inbox. I adore your art so much, whenever I go to your page I have to like clutch at my heart with the emotions they give me. When I saw your latest piece, I was overwhelmed with like ‘oh my gosh, this is so relevant to my interests, how did they know???’ I genuinely felt like my heart was being read. My posts were an inspiration for it??? oh my god, I thought it was just because of Wayward Jedi’s videos or something and we were mutual fans of the theory ;______________; 

hahah, I’m tearing up again.. good to meet you after so many years

Anonymous said:

As someone whose not a reylo shipper I’ve always loved seeing your analyses of the scenes and what it means for the ship because it makes me happy to see you happy; to see thousand upon thousands of other fans happy. I like to do the same exact thing for my ships (like I’m a fan of finnrey) I can not stand those anti posts about reylo. Literally why on earth am I going to hate something that brings someone else joy and is not causing harm to anyone. I hope you continue loving what you love ♥️

This ask gives me so much hope. This is like, my goal, to just effing talk about stuff that makes me happy and draw people to me who like to talk about the things that make them happy. I actually love following blogs of people just talking about their interests, even if I know nothing about them. I’m glad my posts are a positive and not annoying to you, because I genuinely adore Finnrey. I think it’s literally only that I’m so married to certain extremely specific tropes that made me ship reylo more. And I’m just utterly annoyingly myopic about stuff until I feel like I’ve ‘figured it out.’

Anonymous said:

I love your Reylo metas!! It's a real shame that some in the tumblr Star Wars community are so closed minded and think it's cool to bash and make fun of viewpoints and interpretations that are different than theirs. Your posts are so well thought out and articulate. I am glad you are not deterred by the haters, and wish you well.

Thank you!! It was so fuckin bizarre to me because I don’t even mind being disagreed with. for a minute, I was almost like ‘why didn’t anyone I know tell me politely that I was writing foolishness?’ but then I realized it was all just middle schooler bullshit and bad takes. Thanks so much...

Anonymous said:

This is a fan who loves your blog and meta and interests!!! I’m sorry you have to deal with antis but I think you’ve really touched on something that I relate to in terms of the male characters I’m interested in as a heterosexual in theory but rarely in practice female. We are both interested in raw, emotional, flawed male characters and I think that’s just fine. Screw everyone else and do you! You’re fantastic. Sorry, this is a tired rambling late night ask haha

God, thank you. Like, this whole blog is me trying to figure out why I’m interested in these emotional male characters, especially in terms of my sexuality and gender, and I’m glad the wild stabs in the dark resonated with someone else in any way. “we are both interested in raw, emotional, flawed male characters and I think that’s just fine” BEAUTIFUL, I want ‘’and I think that’s just fine’’ tattooed on me. I feel like I’m constantly thinking ‘it’s not fine’ because this site’s culture gets to me sometimes, and having to shake myself out of it. This site is hell on earth.

Anonymous said:

I saw that stalking post & the bullying post. Someone I used to chat w/ (I left the Solas fandom & Tumblr about 2 years ago) was completely delighted by it & participated.For what it's worth,she is an incredibly miserable person who hates herself, her body, her family, her boyfriend.Everything/everyone. It's nothing about you, it's these sad people who would rather tear others down because it's easier than building themselves into better people who make genuine & sincere connections w/ others.

It makes me uncomfortable to think that someone who knew me from Dragon Age was enjoying this, cause like... man. That’s worse. I thought I had a relatively good reputation, so that’s kind of sad to me. I guess I’m falling for the fallacy of thinking ‘if I behave well enough x won’t happen to me.’ I don’t understand the draw of being so negative, but I hope someday they can self-reflect and figure stuff out.

Anonymous said:

what i don't understand about a lot of antis on this site is why they have to be so mean. look, i have characters i dislike and ships i dislike and if someone asks me about why i dislike them i'll tell them but otherwise why would i actively seek out things i don't like? i stay away. instead people have to mock and act like child bullies. we are just trying to enjoy, they are the miserable ones. don't need to publish this but just want you to know there are people that appreciate you.

Thanks, I have no idea either. I think getting worried and interfering about what other women are doing or interested in sexually is a thing people start doing when they feel powerless in other parts of their lives. The whole thing is pretty transparent because you just don’t see this kind of patronizing moral policing on websites populated by mostly men. Anyway, it always feels nice to have a Holy Crusade to believe in, and feel like you’re protecting children and doing good. Even if you’re not doing anything productive, it still feels great and the rush of moral superiority is addictive.

Anonymous said:

i like the assertions from people that folks use too much freudian stuff in talking about analysis in film and talk about how it's discredited and, ok sure but if people took a few film theory classes they'd find themselves running into freudian theory an awful lot in the context of, well, most films and especially hollywood films. (this is about tlj specifically though)

Yeah, like, it’s deliberately used in symbolism in movies. Full stop. Nothing more to discuss.

reinaben said:

Hey, corseque, you rock and you were right! I'm so happy today I'm bouncing like Adam on that gif. I remember reading some of your posts tagged #shitty wizards after TFA and wondering maybe she likes Kylo Ren? because he is like the shittiest wizard ever. I was so happy when you started posting meta about Star Wars, I still am. Anyway, I'm sorry to bother you and I'm sorry that the antis were assholes. Have a nice day!

Kylo Ren is such a #shitty wizard and I have loved him from day one. It’s just that this website is such a bad one that I was convinced not to post about the boi. Part of the reason why I’ve been posting So Much in like a flood is like... I was censoring myself for 2 years, so there’s a lot to catch up on. Glad you enjoyed my transition to Star Wars <3

#replies

[imaginethatalena]

#79: Kylo Ren x Reader

Thanks for requesting anon ❤ I’ve been wanting to write a Poe Dameron imagine lately so I kinda made this a bit of a love triangle, if that’s okay. I already have inspiration for a Part 2 so let me know if that’s something you guys would read!

Tag List: @theyoungestschuylersister @epicfallenismine

Request: Hi, your work is awesome and I love reading them. Can you do an force sensitive reader and Kylo Ren. I love those Astral projection scenes and I was wonder if you can do something like that. I think prompt one might work.

1. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

Part 2 Part 3

Prompt List

Rules for requesting.

When the alarms calling all the pilots into battle began to sound, a smile spread across your face. You were immediately on your feet and hurrying to the hangar.

“You ready, flyboy?” you called to Poe when you reached the hangar, passing his X-wing on the way to yours. You were the best pilots in the Resistance, and whenever you went into battle together, it was always a guaranteed victory.

“I’m always ready,” he said with a grin, and BB-8 let out a series of excited beeps. “What do you say to dinner after?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said with a smile, climbing into your cockpit and readying your ship for flight.

The squadrons of Resistance fighters flew out into space to meet the TIE fighters pouring out from the First Order’s ship. You steered your ship through the chaos, spinning and soaring in and out of danger as you avoided blaster shots coming at you from all sides. Your flying was seen as true artistry. You could weave through the battle completely untouched, a feat even Poe couldn’t accomplish most of the time, and no one in the Resistance understood how. They just counted themselves lucky that you were on their side of the war.

You were having the time of your life, enjoying the rush of adrenaline that coursed through you, but you were taken off guard when your surroundings started to change. For a moment you swore you were inside a TIE fighter. Your lapse in concentration caused you to almost crash into another X-wing, bringing you back to reality.

“What the hell,” you gasped. No! Not now!

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Poe asked you over your radio communicator.

“Yeah,” you said, trying to get your bearings. The sensation began again, and this time the change was immediate, but you weren’t looking through someone else’s eyes. You were looking at someone who was in the thick of battle, just like you, and you recognized their face.

You turned off your radio so no one would hear what you were about to say. “This connection thing is starting to get annoying.” It had been a startling surprise when yours and Kylo Ren’s minds began connecting a few weeks before, an unwelcome reunion that always happened at the worst times. Of course it would happen in the thick of battle.

“I don’t want you in my head either,” Kylo Ren snapped.

“Why don’t you fly over to me so I can shoot you down?” you suggested. “That would solve the problem pretty easily.”

“You’re a fool if you think childish challenges are going to make me retaliate.”

“I would believe you if I had never watched you tear up a control room because you didn’t get your way.”

You sped back into battle, taking down TIE fighters with a new fervor. You were more likely to find him in the thick of battle than taking a break at the edge of the fight.

“Afraid to meet me on the battlefield, Ren?” you taunted. “I’m just as good a pilot as you, maybe better.”

“Is that what you told everyone?” he asked, a shadow of a smirk on his face. “You’re just a talented pilot, not a Jedi using the Force to get the upper hand?”

“You’re distracting me.”

“I know.” You sensed a bit of smugness in his voice, and your eyes widened when you looked out into space and saw his ship speeding towards you, guns aimed at you.

“Y/N, look out!” Poe’s shout was loud enough for you to hear from the earpiece resting in your lap. The Resistance fighters all watched in horror and prepared to watch your X-wing be obliterated.

But it wasn’t. You darted out of the way just in time, circling around Ren’s ship to return fire. It was a dogfight unlike anything the Resistance had ever seen, and no one knew who would come out on top.

“Retreat!” you heard Poe’s voice from the earpiecce, and you groaned in frustration.

“Poe, I have him!” you said, putting your earpiece back on and letting the microphone take your anger. “We can’t pull back now!”

“That’s an order, Y/N!”

“Following orders as always I see,” Kylo said.

“You do the same thing,” you snapped. “You just do it for the bad guys.”

“You did once, too.”

“Y/N, come on!” Poe was practically begging you now. “There are too many of them! We have to go back!”

You debated whether or not to pursue Ren, but you knew Leia would go out of her mind with worry if you didn’t return with your squadron. It took everything in you to rein in your defiance and follow your orders.

You steered away from the fight as Kylo faded to the back of your mind, the connection finally severing completely when your ship landed in the hangar. Your BB unit waited for you at the foot of the ladder, a faithful red and white astromech that loved to lecture you after battles like this.

“I know. BB-9,” you said, rolling your eyes at the frantic beeping coming from the droid. “I was not that close to dying. We were fine.”

BB-9 rolled forward to nudge your shin as it practically squealed at you.

“You’re going to overwork your soundbox again if you keep having meltdowns like this,” you remarked. That was when BB-8 practically screeched to a stop in front of you, joining in BB-9’s scolding, and you knew Poe wasn’t far behind.

You turned to face Poe as he approached, a frown on his normally bright and carefree face.

“I know you’re mad.”

“Mad doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he told you. “You could have been killed.”

“I had the chance to kill Kylo Ren, and you thought I wasn’t going to take it?”

“You have an entire squadron behind you to help!” Poe finally let his frustration out. “I know you were a loner before you joined us, but here, everyone works with each other. You can’t break away on your own mission. You have to trust the people at your back.”

You bowed your head in guilt at Poe’s outburst. He was right. You had been with the Resistance for years now, and it was still a daily struggle to work with your fellow pilots. You wished you could explain why you had an inherent distrust in the people around you, tell him what had happened to make you see the world this way, but he would never understand.

Poe sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t get so angry.”

“You wouldn’t be a good commander if you couldn’t tell your pilots when they screw up.”

Poe put his arm around your shoulder and guided you out of the hangar. “Come on. I promised you dinner.”

You and Poe sat at the edge of the group in the dining hall, appreciating the rest time before you all had to report for a mission recap. You were still focused on your shame and had a hard time looking at your commander. Despite the differences in your rank, you two were close friends. He didn’t like seeing you upset.

“Come on, I didn’t give you too bad a beating,” Poe said, trying to joke with you. “What’s wrong?”

“I know I could have shot him down,” you said.

“Who?”

“Ren.”

“Y/N, he’s one of the best pilots the First Order has. He’s better than me. You would need the Force to beat him in a dogfight.”

You didn’t say anything to him, reminding yourself that you were keeping your Force sensitivity hidden.

“Hey.” Poe surprised you and took your hand. “You’ll get him next time.”

You couldn’t respond. The moment he took your hand the Force swelled around you, and you felt your mind tether itself to another one lightyears away from you.

“Excuse me,” you said, giving Poe a smile before leaving. BB-8 let out a confused beep as you abandoned your dinner, BB-9 following you out of the dining hall. The little droid knew about your connection and faithfully kept it a secret. It was always with you when these “episodes” occurred, ready to get help if you needed it.

“How pathetic,” Kylo Ren’s voice rang in your head. The strength of the connection was dizzying and you clung to the wall for support, unable to walk anymore. Your emotions had been running high when you were with Poe. That was how the connection was usually brought back, when you or Kylo were emotionally charged.

Kylo appeared in front of you, his image clear enough that you would believe he was there if you didn’t know about your connection.

“Don’t you have something to destroy somewhere?” you asked.

“He cares for you.”

“He’s my commanding officer,” you snapped. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“If he knew your past he wouldn’t,” Kylo said softly.

“Shut up.”

“No one knows, do they?”

“I said shut up!”

“Imagine if they found out what you’ve done.”

“I’m a different person now! I’ve changed!”

“I don’t see a change,” he said, stepping closer to you. “You’re still distrustful. You’re still fiercely independent. You still hear the call of the—“

“Y/N?” It was Poe. He called your name from down the hall, rushing to your side with worry written on his face. “Is everything okay?”

You looked back to Kylo, but he wasn’t there. The connection was severed.

“I’m fine,” you said, trying to catch your breath. The connection took a lot out of you. To have it happen twice in one day was exhausting.

“Good,” Poe said, a grin spreading across his face. “Because you and I are going on an adventure.”

“What?”

“Leia is sending us on our own mission,” he told you. “I thought you would be more excited. You’re finally allowed to go off on your own.”

“Where are we going?”

“Jakku.”

Buy me a coffee?

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[fymeetrasurik]

Star Wars: Catalyst-A Rogue One Novel-Review

I actually read this like, a long time ago XD. Like in the lead up before Rogue one came out. So.... Very late.It did have many things I wanted to touch on though, and honestly it’s been one of my favorite books in the new canon so better late than never!

Plot: In the final years of the clone wars, it is decided that a weapon must be constructed to end the conflict. Krennic, and ambitious social climber has his eyes set on the head of the table, and lucky for him, he happens to know the perfect scientist who can launch him into relevance. So begins a game of careful placation as work on the greatest weapon the galaxy has ever known is underway.

So I just figured out how the bullet system works, and I think it’s the best way for me to get out my points XD here we go!

Galen Erso-The book does such an amazing job at flushing out his character. Really it made him one of my favs. He’s very akin to the scientists who worked on the atomic bomb in our own world. He’s a pacifistic who did his best to free himself from either the republic or the separatists, and so the entire book is a blend of making sure he doesn’t know what he’s working on, or finding a way to convince even him that this is for the best. It’s a fascinating game of mental maneuvers. Beyond that even, his mild mannered and thoughtful personality was really endearing as you can tell how much is going on in his head, but yet he still takes time to be a loving husband and father. His state of being is written so well.

Lyra Erso-Boy howdy, if you read this book for nothing else, read it for Lyra. We got to know so little of her from the movie, but reading the book you can so see where Jyn got a lot of her fire from. Lyra is intense, and passionate, which creates a great contrast to Galen. She’s the one who begins to suspect the empire is up to no good, and then the story becomes this almost tug of war between her and Krennic over Galen. She knows the dangerous water they’re working in and is doing her best to keep Galen tethered while also raising Jyn. The quickest way I can describe her is that she’s a space hippie and I mean that with love. She has an interest in Geology which plays a important role in the story, and she just has a no nonsense kind of attitude that’s really easy to fall in love with. In many ways it’s her story more than Galen’s as she must walk a fine line in a dangerous new world.

Orson Krennic- Loved him in the movie, and honestly the book makes him even better. In a world of Vader’s and sith, I think Krennic is a really interesting villain, because he didn’t have to be. He’s dangerously ambitious, but at the same time he’s in over his head. He’s created a weapon of mass destructive as a way to climb the ladder. Like he cares more about getting a high status and recognition than he does about the death star itself. He’s a sociopath in the truest sense as he’s very charming and manipulative. Throughout the story, he’s never antagonistic to Galen, handling him with kid gloves and giving the Erso’s everything (in his mind) that they could ever want. Again the conflict he has with Lyra as both fight for Galen is some of the best parts of the book. He’s just a fascinating villain to me, he comes across very blue collar, like he’s worked his whole life, going from nothing to something and still it’s not enough. He won’t be satisfied until he’s adviser to the emperor himself.

Tarkin-Speaking of villains, oh my word Tarkin is perfect in this. I never knew how much I needed him to have a catty drama and rivalry with someone else in the empire until I read this book. His relationship with Krennic is just the best as they both spend the last half of the book trying to screw each other over while playing polite in conversation. It’s awesome. It’s like every workplace beef you’ve ever seen, on a galactic scale, it’s so petty it’s wonderful.

Has Obbit- A smuggler who is just, a hundred percent done with all this. Early on he is roped into Krennic’s scheme to win over Galen and he spends the rest of the book just under his thumb and he’s just like why has this happened. He’s so easy to relate to of just getting screwed over by powers bigger than him, and honestly I’d like to see him in more stuff!

End of the Clone Wars- So spoiler, but about a third of the way into the book we see the end of the war on a street level. The Erso’s are literally running from battle droids and are seconds from being killed when the droids shut down. I adored this moment. Firstly its interesting because we know what happened more than the characters do, Anakin just murdered all the sep leaders. What I love about this the most, is fate. Star wars always does such a good job of, if this didn’t happen this way at this time it would all have gone to hell. So many things had to lead up to their defeat, a million chances the force took. In a way, Vader saved the Erso’s lives, and without them, the death star could never have been destroyed and by extension, neither would the empire have ever fallen. Little details like that I just love.

State of the Galaxy-My FAVORITE, world buildy thing of the book. I am a huge fan of how canon star wars has dealt with the rise of the empire and how it was viewed by the people, and little details are sprinkled in this book that are some of my fav in all of star wars. Even after the war is over, Krennic explains about sep hold outs and terrorist groups still causing havoc in the outer rim.Eventually it’s how he convinces Galen about the death star as a matter of security. Given how awful the clone wars were, you can hardly blame people for wanting security and being afraid of Seps’ who just couldn’t let it go. Politically, I think this is brilliant, because it basically justifies the empire on a average person level. Wars have a hard time at ending, and that’s especially true on a galactic scale. Spinning this vague threat of Seps who never gave up the fight is a perfect boogeyman. Suddenly, your fighting terrorists rather than freedom fighters and those who joined the empire in those 19 years after the war? They might have seen that as ending the conflict their parents died to stop. Like this twists it so the rebellion isn’t something new, but rather the ghost of something thought to have been put down decades ago. It wasn’t a galactic civil war, it was clone wars round 2. Some of the canon doesn’t get this across very well, but the clone wars was not just clones and droids. It was one of the worst wars in history, leaving trillions dead. The horror of that is hard to imagine, and so can you not see someone signing up to the imperial academy with pride, knowing that whatever they do, it’s in the name of stopping something like that from happening ever again. Palpatine moves, were utter brilliance. Scaring the galaxy from opposing him as no matter how bad things get, at least they aren’t as bad as they were. It’s one of my favorite lore bits in all of star wars and makes everything feel so much more real.

Aliens- I love how all of the books get to play more with Alien characters. Has is one and it’s fun. The opening of the book is the Erso’s imprisoned on an alien world but kinda being welcomed into the culture at the same time and it’s fascinating. Detail is given to their architecture, customs, celebrations and so on and I am just a sucker for all of that. Galen has an old University friend whose a Mirialan whom I love. She’s a professor and Idk why but I just really liked her. More of this in star wars please, like for the love of god, some of the canon stuff is making me wonder why we even have aliens in this universe if they’re just gonna be set dressing. 

Construction of a Battle Station- In a book about the death star you’d expect a lot to be told about how it was made and the book delivers. I for one loved the detail ha, as it’s gone into how it was built and by who. Design choices and setbacks which itself were my fav parts of this. The setbacks really humanize the story and play into the ruthlessness of the empire. Experimentation with a crystal destroys a city? Blame it on a reactor leak. A group of scientists have outlived their use? Use them as practice for the laser. In fact this becomes a detective part of the story. A brilliant detail to me was that there were several cells of scientists working on the death star, each with their own focus. Shielding, gravity, containment, the weapon itself. All were under different code names and all were working on the same thing and most didn’t know it. So as scientist friends of the Erso’s start disappearing and Lyra starts putting things together, it’s a really tense situation to follow.

Baby Jyn- Baby Jyn is super adorable. It’s weird because with this book and Jyn’s own Rebel Rising, we pretty much know her whole life from cradle to Scarif. Which is a little sad. Regardless, her addition helps to flesh her out and makes that ending gut punch hit harder.

Playground- There’s a star wars playground in this. Like with kids and everything. There’s something called a grav slide and they don’t explain it but I want it. 

Saw- Saw is in this and it’s interesting to see his journey from clone wars to what we see him become in Rogue one.

Geology- Alright I’m a super nerd but there’s a part where Lyra and Jyn go off to survey a planet looking for crystals and idk I just found that super interesting.

Geonosians- Are used for construction of the death star and it was interesting to see how they switched sides. We also get some insight into their culture and methods. Like apparently when working on a project it’s totally normal for them to just start killing each other sometimes which is rad ha.

Jedi- It’s an interesting perspective this book gives because the Jedi are lost pretty quickly and so the outlook on them is negative in universe with everyone all “those traitors rargh!” with Lyra as the voice of that can’t be true. She has a reverence for the force I find super interesting and it plays into her hippieish. She’s very spiritual and used to spend time in the Jedi gardens which I didn’t even know was a thing. I love seeing how normies interact with the force and how it can still play a role in their lives. 

That’s all I got at the moment! If it’s not clear, I really loved this book. It was written by James Luceno who wrote motherfucking Darth Plagueis from legends otherwise known as the best star wars book ever. He has such an amazing talent for linking the universe together in a way that makes it feel alive and there’s no better world builder in the game. I’m a sucker for that so I just had a wonderful time and read it pretty non stop. I’d place it fairly high in my list of canon books, so if all this sounds interesting, give it a read! It adds to Rogue One while also telling it’s own very compelling story with some amazing characters. That’s it from me ha! May the force of others be with you!

#star wars #rogue one #rogue one catalyst #catalyst #galen erso #lyra erso #jyn erso #Orson Krennic #Saw Gerrera #papa palpatine #clone wars #empire #death star #analysis #character analysis #review #book #book review #thoughts #ramblings #book thoughts #james luceno

[valkerymillenia]

Omg there's so much I want to talk about in TLJ that I don't even know where to start!

And my ships 😏 hehe I see what the authors are doing.

Red herrings everywhere.

Spoilers ahead.

These are random disjointed fangirlish thoughts on the movie that I have to spill out before I can become coherent again. Bare with me.

THE HUMOUR! So good and yet so well nuanced that it complemented the seriousness of the  movie very well.

GENERAL HUGS and SALT GUY need to be memes. I mean, c’mon guys, you know I’m right.

LEIA USING THE FORCE TO SAVE HERSELF, IN THE VACUUM OF SPACE! My gods, she always had so much potential and it’s good to see some of it finally being expressed. They built Leia up so well in this movie, so much development, I love it but now I’m so afraid of what they’ll do for ep IX without Carrie...

Billie Lourd having way more protagonism! The legacy continues.

WOMEN EVERYWHERE!  As many as the men and in equal posts! Thank you, gods! Also, POC everywhere! YES, THANK YOU!

Rose is freaking adorable and well written, the viewers form an instant connection with her through her sister and she has that innocent and wonder that we haven’t had since New Hope’s Luke.

Though Rose describing Canto Bight made me laugh because it was a perfect echo of Obi-Wan describing Mos Isley... In fact when she described it as an ugly horrifying place filled with the most despicable people, all I could think was ‘girl, you’ve clearly never been to Mos Isley’. Though in the end Canto Bight is more civilized but morally worse than Mos Isley so she’s not wrong.

Still wondering was the message Rey asked Chewie to give Finn...

Shipping wise... They're baiting us with Finn x Rose AND Finn x Poe AND Finn x Rey all at once. Interesting to see the guy being the center of a love tangle for a change. Anyway, they are clearly letting the audience chose how to interpret each relationship.

Now, I’m trying to analyze this without shipper goggles (yet) so...

Poe's body language is all over Finn who seems clueless, Poe just acts so differently around Finn compared to others, hell, he even acts possessive of Finn (the way he examines all of ‘naked and leaking’ Finn, and, his face when he meets Rose and slightly places himself between her and Finn- “Who’s this?”).

Rose kisses Finn but he doesn't kiss back, it's not even shock he just looks confused and more concerned with saving her. In sum- Rose's body language is all over Finn, even more explicitly than Poe (because heteronormativity and all) but once again Finn looks absolutely clueless of what others feel towards him.

The only times Finn's body language and attitude go beyond more than friendship and admiration are when it's related to Rey... Though then she’s the one whose body language only denotes platonic feelings.

I see what's happening- the authors are showing all these options as red herrings under our noses, which often happens in the middle of trilogies, all so the fans won't be able to guess what's coming. Hell, I could almost feel an asexual vibe from Finn and the Rose x Finn kiss echoes the red herring Leia x Luke kiss in ep V so much...

Personally I still ship stormpilot (though not averse to Rose and Poe sharing Finn but that will never happen and still prefer stormpilot), even though I openly admit that it's clear they wanted to show obvious Finn x Rey chemistry and some Finn x Rose (albeit more one-sided).

Moving on...

ALL THE FUCKING REYLO! My poor shipper heart was exploding!

Topless Kylo! Flustered “please-cover-up-that-distracting-bod” Rey! LMAO!

I'm so happy that reylo is a cannon thing now. Sure, it's in a tragic ship sort of way instead of openly romantic, but damn, that back to back battle against the praetorian guard... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Scarred Kylo! 

Kylo hesitating and refusing to shoot, most likely because Leia was on board the ship...

Rey crying when she touches Kylo and connects to his emotions. 

Official confirmation that Snoke was already manipulating Ben when he was Luke’s apprentice (like what was stated in the novelization of TFA).

Ben turning to the dark because he felt betrayed by Luke (echoing Anakin and the Jedi Council). 

Kylo constantly conflicted and expressing it through anger and obvious emotional vulnerability, even (or even more so) as he becomes “the big baddy”.

Kylo BEGGING to have Rey on his side. And vice-versa.

Kylo killing Snoke, not for power but for Rey, the power was just his ambition and greed bubbling up as Rey denies him.

Pretty sure Kylo will get a redemption arc- I know it doesn't seem like it but the clues are there and I'm a good 90% sure of this, otherwise we'd just have a copy of Anakin's conflict all over again albeit Kylo being more ambiguous and also less determined in about his intentions. Now, if this redemption ends well or not, with love or without it, with grey jedi or otherwise, that is where the mystery lies.

Ok, I admit, Reylo is my otp but objectively in canon I don't know how the ship will end, at this point it can go either way; but imho Kylo will be redeemed somehow. As a writer and someone very much used to deconstructing plots, I can tell that there are enough clues for this, not just in this movie but in the big picture of the whole SW movieverse. 

One thing is for sure- the old dichotomy of jedi and sith as we know it is dead. Luke, Kylo and Yoda give us enough confirmation of this (and admittedly the whole black-white/good-evil extremes thing was getting SO old).

Personally I'm praying with all my might that we get Grey Jedi at last! And that would make both Rey and Kylo’s predictions true- she strays from the light and him from the dark and they meet in a middle term... It would make sense and seems to have been foreshadowed but unfortunately it’s not one of those things I can say I’m certain off. 

Let’s also have in account that the title of the movie is “The Last Jedi” but intended as plural (even here the subtitle was plural) so when Luke says “I will not be the last jedi”, I don’t think he means Rey exclusively.

Kylo was not made for leadership and rule either so I do wonder who will take the reigns of this crumbled government when it’s all said and done.

What else...

POE BEING A HOT-HEADED DAREDEVIL! He had such an aura of competence and poise in TFA but in TLJ we saw so much development, he was so humanized and flawed (but in the best way).

Phasma’s death was... as we say in Portugal “soube-me a pouco”, aka it felt lacking. Don’t get me wrong, it was epic, but they made such a huge deal of her in PR and marketing (especially in TFA) that it feels like she had a bigger role that got edited out in post-production. The fight with Finn was perfect and excellent for his growth but it felt like we needed more on Phasma to make it more meaningful.

HOLDO’S KAMIKAZE MOVE! Goddamn, I had mixed feelings about her through the whole movie but, although I usually dislike the kamikaze martyr trope, at that moment I just adored her. I feel like we could have gotten a bit more personal with her but either way it was tragically perfect.

Luke’s death felt unnecessary. Again, don’t get me wrong- I was afraid I’d hate it but it was a good death, an appropriate and meaningful one; however, it felt anti-climatic and unnecessary in the progression and pacing of the story itself. Perhaps if framed differently... Either way, the only way the manner of his death can be justified to me is if he has an important role (big or small, whatever, but meaningful) as a Force Ghost in ep IX.

Kinda wish we'd have a Luke-Anaking force ghost reunion; the two of them guiding Leia and Rey and even Kylo... But that's just wishful thinking.

The sweet moment between Leia and Luke broke me, I wanted to cry. They deserved so much more time together, hell, WE deserved to see so much more interaction between them as close siblings.

The almost imperceptive glance we get of the Jedi books safely stored in the Falcon! Begging the questions- who and why?

I wanted more Chewie and definitely more Maz! I really, really, REALLY want more Maz as a sassier modern version of Yoda.

Speaking of- loved the Yoda cameo- Mr ‘if you don’t have the balls then I’ll do for you’.

I get a feeling we’ll be seeing DJ again... But, honestly, so many new characters and they COULDN’T BRING BACK LANDO FUCKING CALRISSIAN?!

Please tell me Rey will build her own lightsaber now! And make it a lightsaber pike, it fits her much better than than the Skywalker saber. 

Liked Rey’s parentage reveal, honestly so much better than having her conveniently be the heir of a pre-existing character. Also gives her tragic past much more intensity.

Porgs were cute but screw them, the Vulptex’s were soooooo much better.

I’m conflicted about Snoke’s death... It was brilliant but at the same time it wasn’t as impactful as it could be if his role had been more pronounced in TFA. Still, very good though.

Best of all- HUX BEING TOSSED AROUND LIKE A DOLL. Deflates his ego beautifully. And when Kylo gives the “shoot with all you got” order when Luke pops up and Hux repeats the order word by word but louder to the troops and Kylo just gives him that ‘bitch, I just said that’ face... Priceless.

I loved BB-8 before but now I ADORE HIM! In Poe’s ship trying to fix the circuit board and then just goes “fuck it” and smashes into the whole thing. xD “Finn, wet, leaking” ! And taking out the prison guards! And piloting a damn AT-AT alone to shoot troopers! He’s so fucking smart and resourceful and just as much a daredevil as Poe, not to mention cute AF! 

BB-9E was interesting we didn’t get much more from him than appearance so BB-8 FTW!

Give me BB-8 merch. All the BB-8 merch!  Pillows, plushies, the drone! I’m in love with all things BB-8!

But when it comes to droids, I wanted more from R2, he felt neglected. Though that move of showing the old recording of young Leia’s distress message to push Luke really was genius.

Wondering if the little boy at the end is force sensitive or if he (or other kids) will have any role in the Resistance, there was a lot of foreshadowing there.

OMG the movie was just sooooo good! The spoilers terrified me but it was so good, for a mid-trilogy movie it was just right. Let’s hope IX lives up to it.

Finally, one last question- WHY IS NOBODY ASKING WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER HANDFUL OF PADAWANS (KNIGHTS OF REN) THAT LEFT WITH BEN??????

I got up and practically saluted when the “in memory of” showed up. It got me in tears.

Ok, end of rambles... for now. 

#star wars #sw:tlj #spoilers #MASSIVE SPOILERS #theories #star wars VIII #sw8 #personal opinions #i really want lando or a descendant in ep ix #geez billy dee already stated he'd love to reprise the role #this movie was a rollercoaster #both in plot and twists

[popculturedruid]

How would you recommend finding out more about an entity when the source material is very vague, limited, and not very popular? I'm trying to figure out a pantheon based on the Great Ones from Bloodborne, but information about pretty much all of them is few and far between. Also, I have trouble meditating due to literal ADHD, do you have any ideas for how to concentrate better? Thank you so much, your blog is lovely!!

Aww, thank you so much! That means a lot!

This is such a good question. I wanted to take some time here again to really answer this one to give you a proper answer. That’s why it took me a bit to get back to you.

I understand your frustration here. It is very frustrating to look for information about your desired entity and find little to nothing. I looked up Bloodborne just to see what we were getting at, then quickly realized I was going to give myself spoilers because I probably wanted to play this game. :)

From the bit that I let myself get a look at, the Great Ones pantheon immediately reminds me of the Daedra from the Elder Scrolls games. Not in such basic terms as good and evil, but simply from the scope of multiple forms, alternate planes, and just generally screwing with people. There is a fairly large group of Tamriel PCPs on Tumblr, it might be worth a look to check into see how they structure their relationships for ideas to maybe start your own. I’m going to refer you over to @popculturepagan who has a tag on Elder Scrolls PCP. Not saying you need to go that way at all, I’m just trying to show you another pantheon that’s a bit more established that might give you some ideas to help you get yours started!

It appears the direct reference for the Great Ones is H.P. Lovecraft and his “Great Old Ones.” You have undoubtedly heard of Cthulhu. Cthulhu is just a high priest to one of them. Many folks make Cthulhu and the Great Old Ones out to be chibi, but if you read the stories, they’re actually quite terrifying. If you haven’t read the stories, and you’re still itching for more Bloodborne, the best place to go would be for the inspiration for the Great Ones: Lovecraft’s stories. He wrote many, but you can get the stories that just contain the ones with Cthulhu. I think they would also mostly include the Great Old Ones in those as well. His stories are just great in general, however. From these stories of the GOO (I got tired writing that out :P), you could probably pick up a bit more on the general characteristics of your GOs.

I would also encourage you to search through fanfiction. I have called fanfiction our weird version of Shared Personal Gnosis. If the community in general kinda feels a certain way about a character, they generally might be on to something.

For instance, everyone is probably going to say that Luke Skywalker seems like a pretty swell guy. He’s not likely to go nuts anytime soon (I would though, all alone on that planet, let’s be real). If someone writes a version of Luke that runs around murdering all the things for the lolz, people are generally going to disagree.

(That’s not to say you can’t end up contacting a different version of that entity, but that’s getting into something different, and that’s where the theory of multiverses comes into play. And how @octomantra and I have two different Eds in our heads.)

You might point out again that this is a small community still, and a character being out of character this early on is not going to be as obvious as Luke running around killing all the younglings. But I hope you would start to see a trend in how others are viewing this world as well, even if they aren’t viewing it in the exact same way. It’s still getting built.

Here’s the link to the Archive of Our Own Bloodborne Tag: https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Bloodborne%20(Video%20Game)/works

Fanfiction.net:https://m.fanfiction.net/game/Bloodborne/

I also noticed there is a huge crossover community at FF.net. Not sure if that really would mean much to you, but here you are:https://m.fanfiction.net/crossovers/Bloodborne/12234/

As for your question about ADHD and meditating, I feel your pain here. I have this, and it takes a lot for me to focus. To get my brain even in the mindset I say the Jedi code about 3 times until my brain realizes we’re going to just STOP for a second. And this takes a sheer force of will to get it to stop and focus. For a moment. It’s fine if you can’t, I’m lucky if I can for about 30 seconds before my brain is on to whatever else I thought I needed to do next.

In answering your question, however, I realized that for me if I truly want to meditate and reach out to my entities I have to create a place in my head where I’m going. It can’t just be “breathe in, breathe out.” Then my brain starts going, “wait, am I doing the breathing right? Wait, is my mind wandering? Wait, I’m still the only person in this room, right?” Even though I know damn well I’m the only person in the room because I would have heard it, but my brain just thinks, “ooh, shiny!” And I’m gone.

If I want to actually talk to my people for more than 10 seconds I have to create a place in my head for me to actually be standing in. You would think it’d be more distracting, but apparently once I’m out of how distracting this world is I’m fine. The other place can’t be too detailed either though, otherwise I’m like, “hey, I got to get closer to that countertop because I don’t know what color it is EXACTLY, and if I don’t know right now, I may literally die.” Forget the fact I’m talking to someone, nope, I’m gone.

You will fail sometimes, and it will be fine. I do it frequently enough. I usually don’t go into meditation to talk to my entities, I just talk out loud. I suppose this could be a talking meditation if I’m focusing hard enough. This doesn’t always work. I have a particularly amusing memory of trying to pseudo meditate/talk to tell Colonel Mustang “happy birthday, Colonel” and “it is good to meet you” in Japanese on his birthday. I’d only been learning the language for 3 days. I had worked fairly hard to get to this point, so I was fairly proud of myself. Colonel Mustang had been grumpy all day, and I had a fairly good idea why. So I thought, “hey, let’s try to greet him in the language his original materials were printed in to see if it will cheer him up.” It did, for about 30 seconds, until my brain completely derailed because I knew one of the words wasn’t translating properly. I spent the next at least 20 minutes tracking the problem until I somewhat figured it out. By then though, the damage was done. He was back to being irritated, and I got the distinct impression he wouldn’t even look at me. At the time, I was disappointed. Now, it’s funny because I realize he was throwing a hissy fit. (The chaos in my head, right now.)

So, as silly as it sounds, make a happy place. A field in the middle of nowhere, a snowy plain, your favorite movie, a library, the actual area your characters are from, wherever. Create the starting place, but let the world build itself. That’s what I do. I don’t build it. I let it happen. It’s less stressful, and less distracting.

It sounds insanely difficult, but it’s not. We don’t let our imaginations run free anymore, but when we do, it’s beautiful.

Besides building your happy place, I also try to minimize distractions by going into a room where I won’t be disturbed by someone for at least a fair bit of time. I have to make sure the room is straightened first. It doesn’t have to be absolutely cleaned, but just tidied first or I can’t concentrate on anything other than, “did you just invite your friends over to a pig sty?” I turn off the lights. I get into comfortable clothing, which for me is just sweatpants and a hoodie. I get into a comfortable position, it doesn’t matter if it’s sitting or laying down, hell it can be standing if it’s what works for you. Just make sure you can stay in it without having to move. I like lighting a candle, because candles. I pull up my hoodie and just start zoning and talking. I focus on a place right behind my eyes, oddly enough. It actually slightly hurts, but I’m assuming it’s because I have strabismus, and I’m making my eyes go straight. I actually caution against falling asleep in this state. I have done it a couple times, and it’s like you bring things back from whatever gate you didn’t close. I have had the oddest dreams while falling asleep mid-meditation. That’s just me. Maybe you’ll find something else. :D

If and when you decide to get your practice started, whether with the Great Ones or whomever, and if you create a Tumblr, please let me know. Or even if you just create anything let me know so I can have a link for the next person who comes asking. This community only gets bigger when we reach out to each other! I am super happy to see new universes get people everyday. It’s super exciting!

Best of luck! I hope I helped a little, and please, please, please let me know if you have any more questions!

#anon ask #pc pagan #pc paganism #pop culture pagan #pop culture paganism #pop culture paganism philosophy #pagan adhd #soulbonds #multiverse

[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars    Senate Spy

       Season 2 Episode 4

Yea,      This     Sound    -s     Good

  A true heart should never     be doubted

    True-

    Doubt     is generally a bad thing

     You’re either certain a person’s an          asshole

       Or not

        (Gosh darn it is this going to be in Asoka episode?)

             I just get that feeling

        ......

         Anyway,

“Treachery        in         the     Senate”

    So a      Tuesday         (I will     not make     any more     political     jokes)

     Senator

    Tak          Ing         Part...

     Oh no he hang out            ....

        with the wrong clique!

         Of enablers!

          (It’s so petty              but makes               sense

            Like;              Seriously

       Is Obi-Wan              Going               to walk over there?

       And            be like;

      ‘Heard you were hanging out with grievous..

                         don’t?

   They’re         grown       adults...

                           (This is why we do accountability)

     Like       they’re even framed like a       cliche

     [Narrator             Voice;

         ‘this is me and my            clique,

          That’s-

            ____...”

           Pffft

           Also, hey

          Watton-boar’s                 In                 Prison!

           No             Ret-cons!

         (I thought that           episode was           relatively good!)

          “Conspiracy,” 

            Do you mean  he thinks they’re               peanuts?

            Or “Plot,”?

           As in he’s           plotting to destroy         them?

      Senator            From           Skipp-io          (We          have             to read              his text             messages!)

        [Okay, that’s the last          joke, but            Seriously,           the           military            gives a shit            what this guy             thinks?]

     And what.          happens       if he answers             “yes”,             (Or decides to say to stay            neutral?]

        Don’t really           have a plan             for that

       [Or is this you didn’t join our cliques so you get to spend the night in         prison,]              Rules?

          Spy?

         How is not blasting every detail of your communications     “spying?”

         Like that’s pretty lambasting for kid                Who’s crime-

      -Wait            what did he even do?

       [Think Yoda’s             snooping again,]

         Mean-while

           Anakin               Sky-     Walker

             That’s a pretty              posh looking hotel                           (Makes sense                 for a senator)

          -Coruscant

        Okay,              so he’s not there,

         “Lengthy,”

       Isn’t he supposed to be            her bodyguard?

       Lead-ing

      Leading fecking,            what,  mate?

         - Get a                    Boomer Bait promotion?

       Because they treated him like                                                     shit last time I checked

      Like          he’s        below        Obi-Wan-

“Now      he    returns,”

  Okay,

  Clearly wasn’t that    important

    With his        wife...

    Yeah...

    Did the      writing get any better(?)

    (Preferably not quasi(?)

    ....

  -Anakin

   - Oh

    ...

    Hasn’t       spoken          a         word

...But

     I         guess        that’s        Ok-ay

   What       do      they      have        in    common?

   What          do       they        like,           About          Each          Other?   

      (I mean             they’re going to have to spend some time in silence

        Looking adoringly              At the               Other                  Person-               Talk-               About                  The               Thing...

           Where’s                  the                 vibing?

             Dinner...

             Padme’s                  tone ��                    is                   way                      too                   uneven...

                  And                          A                      Question?

                     I’ve                     covered                       before                         but..

                    Questions                          are                          sign                           of                         distrust

         (She              seems                 ner              vous)

                         If                           you                           trust,                           your                          partner                             says                           their                              thing                             you                             say                            yours                                . . .                            And you just                                vibe

                           (Or you                                don’t)

                             Cargo                                 Freighter

                              Military                                transport

                                See?

                                   Dis                                      -trust

But   more   import   -antly        how       are       they                                ....      Avoiding        the        war?

       Like dude I’m pretty sure this was           tox before it              began?

           To abandon                  your productive                            And account                   -able                    Res-                     Pons                    Ibil                    ities?

                Like, even                 as-suming,                    (In the best                  cir- cumstances)                      They’re                           Entertain-ment                       focuses                        purely,                       Shouldn’t                        they                        have                       waited                         for                          the                        all                        clear?

Their      Gen    Leader       to       fix       everything       up?

  (There are blaring signs here that say         things are not alright,)

                                   These                                        two                                        are                                        far                                        from                                      innocent                                          (And por-)                                           Point                                          being                                             there                                             should                                              be                                               a                                               lot                                                Less                                            “Innocence”                                                Lot                                                 More;                                                 “We                                             shouldn’t                                                   do                                                     this,”                                                   To                                                     “I                                                   Don’t                                                   Care,”                                                       To                                                     “So                                                        -Bad,”                                                          [On                                                           Both                                                             Sides                                                          - Looking at you                                                               Amidala’s                                                                Char-                                                                ara                                                                  cter                                                                 Iza                                                                 Tion-                                                                  She’s                                                                   Not                                                                 Anymore                                                                   In-nocent                                                                     Than                                                                   Sky-                                                                    Walker-

                                                                    - In this af                                                                           -fair

                                                             And                                                                 harps                                                               should                                                                definitely                                                                  not be                                                                 playing

                                                               Over                                                                   one                                                                     of                                                                    the                                                                most                                                               severe                                                                rule                                                               break                                                                you                                                               can                                                               do

                                                          (Besides                                                               Gen                                                              -erational                                                               over                                                                     lay)

                                                         (It’s not                                                              cute)

                                                               It                                                                   isn’t                                                                    the                                                                 enabling                                                                       (Self                                                                        Less-                                                                power                                                                     of                                                                    love

                                                               This                                                                       is                                                                     purely                                                                   selfish                                

                                                            And should have clear “fuck society”                                                                 overtones (know                                                               ledg                                                                       ab                                                                       L                                                                     -e-

                                                                  [As                                                                   Adults.                                                                   ..]                                                                    . The     alter   -native         far        more      disturbin     g

   (A con-      versation      about        the          Over        sex       ualization           of      children-         And how         you      should      definitely           not         be      playing        harp       music        over        it

-is not a    con   -versation      I wanna       have with     this      movie

   But it won’t    commit     to      either        tone

 Dis-   turbingly!

  (Any way.     .)

   “It      blew       up”

Dude   you’re   supposed      to      be      making    sure     things      didn’t     stagnate      or         get       tox

 That should be   pain-     ted as a lot more malicious

Like;             “ oh yeah       ‘someone’      (Boomers          Or       (Corrupt)             Z-           Tried          to           kill         me            -         screw       holding        those            guys      accountable-             -        “Society’”        Can          deal            with                it”

        Hey               -                  that               was                        something                  -                  But              the             light             music               needs                to                fuck                 off                 (Very               Light-            Ly-            )           . . .

     Already premade?

           Then it   was-

         - Home-

          [Seriously what    was I supposed to get from that ?

         [Like her head bobbled  

         there was no emotion in eyes             [which is bad     considering she’s an adult 

 and should always have emotion                               in her.                      Eyes]

          That           “head bobbling           talking             when              spoken                 to...”    

          More befitting of a   child

        -Reacting   upon      given      orders-

   “Home?”

    Okay?

      Is Padme.. like     an arc    -h        it      ec       t?

  (That sounded like something straight out      of a    bad    parent        In    an       Adop      tion        flix)

   (If they were good      they wouldn’t         say it)

    And Padme        Is not a          bad par-        She’s         His         Wife (Bo     -omer          humor         what’s           the      difference         can          go          right            to hell,)

       Else- 

     Nothing             (?)

        It’s the place you            live (?)          Why would you     name it?

      (And some     thing so impersonal,”

       Like not like the        “home that builds other homes,?”            (Since Padme =        Model arch       -tect?)

      It’s           Fine...

     (Just don’t know       why’d         you’d         name            it        that.)

    Naboo       Am-        bassador

   ....   

    Also

   Right    next to the glass fucking windows,

 Oh,        God,

  They’re still       supposed to be secret        right?

  (Like, writers,        The           Scen-ery                Is contra-       dicting the themes)

     Like just the,  “they’re were supposed to keep the     secret,”

     Then they should meet           In close         quarters no light

      For thematic           appropriateness,

        Perfect

       Did the Ambassador...              Give the senator.                  Clothes?               (Like isn’t that               seriously               offensive?)                Like;                “I don’t like your clothing          style?”

           Like that’s pretty assumed authority        right      there

   (Unless        they        were        really        close       friends)

      Still..   

      Ballsy..

      Five        Blossom        Bread

   “Her        Spec        -ial           Ity,       Wouldn’t         it         be        her       preference-

   ?

 Cause        she’s         not      cooking        Also this is feeling very      Boomer.   right       now;         The        Wife         Cooks;       

   (But (as) if there’s anything wrong with cooking        if she likes cooking         and likes         cooking      for all      others?

    What are we going to get any      further    el-aboration         on        that?   

‘Cause it feels      kinda boomer      right now,

   Special-          Ity

 Special- ty       Again,    stop questioning her      and let her do what makes her happy

   Like seriously      You should be so head over heels     that you would listen to them talk about      nail polish for an hour.    (As in,      hearing them talk about paint dry would be interesting

  Because they are so        fecking            cool

      That’s          how           heavy        in the vibes         you should           be-

      (Also what did the ambassador     give      her.. .?)

    Makes...

     Except for galactic     peace

 [Boo]

[I know that was a     low blow,]

  “Little,”         Oh          No

 “Every        Day-”

     Who ordered the small been to cook?

      Just...wanna .. to talk,

        And why is bring(ing) that tox                into the relationship            seen as a good thing

    (Also productive interest surfaces     at 22, excessive after)

  So, how young is        22?

   (Because ...     )  

   “I’ve         Been          . Sav-”

     Spec            Ial..

      You            Know...

      That’s          almost          ad-orable              What was          that           transition?

        Bread.         Then             Chest           Hug...

        Shouldn’t             she be            getting                  the               bread?

            (And the               cute-ness                  come from them enjoying it together?)

             With                   You

             Dude. ..            that was the moment           you wanted to lighten up               on the tone                  .      (Not to the point of        being not adult,)  

   Put in a dreamy       complementary       ‘I could hear you          .. talk about, anything”

     Special             ....   

     [WHAT ABOUT THE Bread?!]

      I’m sorry,           but there was a lot of opportunity            for cute

             But the tone...              was off

              And-

 [His pupils need to be wider         And the focus needs to be on that

   That he’s so in love with          Amidala

     (Whether             it’s             right or wrong,)

        Her            Lan-guish              Ing                In                Un-              Con              Dit               Ion               al                (Romantic)            Love            More   

      Relax  

    -ed

 Okay. .

  That’s           a   building

  And       a    reminder           ...

   Of        all      the-        -            They’re     enabling

   One      less        day        to fix it            .....

   Bank-ing      (Bank-he?                If         so,         good       consis-      tency-)

Discover        the truth    in this    matter      we must

   What does that     have to do with the           other         Guy?

     What..

    Yoda..     must          Snoop

  “I         Couldn’t,”

    Obi-won          is down         to        snoop              ...

    Sen         a-tor  

 Am-idal            a

     Good for       her

  Not getting pulled into this       Jedi bullshit      ‘Padme,...

 ‘What..

‘(muffled) Weneedyoutospyon      Clovis..

    Change            her        mind

        (Assumed auth-)

            Hella                      Tox. .

  [Also, do the Jedi order          have a literally           no other         senators?

Like no one else      semi-willing to        Partake           In their  degeneracy?

(I mean   good for    them.)

 Summon

  ...

 He just left...

        All-night

He’s on vaca

  Or     shore leave

[Well at least he temporary went    No Contact with the abuser ]

  Where..

  He’s Amidala bodyguard      , right?

  [like I know it’s implied that he went to    a bar or something..]

 But       Like.. .

 Who’s watching    Amidala             then?

 On    the clock?

 [In front of    a huge freakin window

 [Scenery          /=/         Reason           To          Tor          -ped            O

     You         have           to         pace     yourself,      writers!

     Save the art         for the dramatic             Thematically              appropriate               scenes!

           You’re hit-          ting that button          every five seconds !

            Yeah

     Standing beside a HUGE fucking window-

           [i’m sorry the window-             thing really bothers me-]

           Mostly because it screws              with the rest of the story!

           [they shouldn’t be I                    love our life and                      everything                       involved                          in it,”                           This                         should                              be,                            “Oh I wish we could go                           public, we’re so screwed if the                             Jedi catch us,

                         It’s all about the                           yearn-ing                            [From                               my knowledge                           of the genre,]

“Me too,”

  I love    keeping      our love a secret from everyone else      From    everyone else-

   Only getting to see each other   on rare occasions

  And living in terror        About my          Narc...      Authority   Ass-   umers..

    Finding out about our relationship     and     shaming       me

  [Great society       we live in,]

    [Of my own       negli        gence..]

   *Beep*

   *Just       Not       -ic-ed

   Jedi

   Yeah,  missed that detail

   Like missing a lot of unrequited yearning               [For- bid            den-]

        Love        In this      forbidden                 “love” story

Supposedly

 Seven..

  So, why wasn’t it beeping   nonstop?

  Also, Dick   move

  Rais-ing him      on break    just to get some   tea..

 De        -lay

  Yeah, we’re just gloss-ing over that?

  That Obi-Wan will literally send a         police brigade       If     Anakin       (An      Adult)            Doesn’t answer     him          (On        Break)

  Damn,      That’s        tox

 Must’ve    been        a     shit   childhood        -      With   Mister   authority   assumer   over   there       . . .    I’ve      been      Ducking..  ...

 Yeah that’s real    tox

      Assumed authority

     Expecting things         of others          (Apart           from         basic        human       decency)

       There’s too much        tox           in this scene         for me to cover

       But           seriously,          Yeet          the          authority            assumer..

      Angry. .

     As you   should     be..

 At the authority      assumer.. ...

   “don’t think you could read my   mind,”

   ...yeah

     (Yeah, but then again this is a relationship you’re supposed to be                vibing

       Still a dick move he was like I know what        you’re thinking

       But saying           it isn’t going to               fix the         problem             ...

       Per-formative           statements                 Towards                  The                 Abuse-

            Isn’t going   to fix the very                  clear problem

If you want a healthy relationship     you’ve got a kick     them

  And      act    accountably

      Still a dick move             that he tried that though

     “You shouldn’t take this      personally,”

       We’re taking in this relationship             as the world around us         burns...

         Where               you         expecting           roses,

                                             [i’m sorry but this really doesn’t work in                                                     an unrequited love story                                                          (For-bidden]

                     “Duty   comes    first,”

             Except                  with                 society                     and                accountability

               (He’s                    not                   noble)

                   It should be more so                       in jest                          When he says                        “duty calls”                          Having                          noticeably                           flaun-ted                          the rules                           knowledgeabl   -y

                      Every note                          sardonic

                             Urgh

                                        [They tried to play it                                                 straight.]  

                     Urgh

           [This is just a badly         written love story,]

                                      They’re                                            both                                          adults

[Or   should be      if you don’t      wanna get into      sexualization       of          children         territory,]

                                               Neither is   in-   nocent

                                                          Either                                                                is                                                                un-knowledgeable

                                                             Or                                                               Should  

                     Ack

Dis-  -gus       t-       ing         - 

   No     Emotion! 

   None       what-         so- ever!

     [That’s          how             you          know               -                 it’s a good       love story                 -     S/

 Highly,

  .....  .

....

 Okay..

   Sorry...  I’m late

    ....

  ....

 Senator

Amidala

   But      she won’t answer our calls...

Some-one

   Yeah there’s like     50 other      senators             They         all         said        no...

   ...

 Gen

  Good        Friend(s

  Seriously,        that’s not suspicious

   Having non-mutual      friends is pretty common

   As is   Ana-kin not knowing this

  ...

 Obi-Wan   knock it off

   You don’t     know anything

  Nor was Sky     -walker’s

 Be-havior

 Anything different than a general       who just takes       An     advanced     interest        In       Targets

   Point        Being;        This is a council of      snoopers that behavior isn’t a notable

Nor   worthy of the   eyebrow     raise. .

Know them, why would you

Cause, he’s a general?

 Like, seriously

Is social   studies      forbid        den         In       The       Council         Of       Snoops?

  (They are treating this        way more severe than it actually is]

  Also Anakin’s screwed if   the council of hypocrites      Only   allows elder -ly members.    to join    in the   gossip   circles

Asked

Yoda’s        A      Snoop.       -      Refuse.      -

  Emotionally    manipulate   ...

Your     girl   ..friend       ....

 Conv-

 Gas       Ligh        t-       Ing

Women       (Yes I use this because the      innocence tone            literally only             Acts up             More            Sever            Ly-            Around           Her)

   Can’t        make          Their         Own         Dec-         isi          On              -          Er

      I’m sorry but the whole tone is just         wrong                And none of this is       pres-        ented as a bad thing

   Tone is      kept neutral         As if Anakin       still beholden to their     orders        And not     accountable       for their own actions

  [and it’s been like this the       whole episode...   

  Like Amidala somehow the innocent flower that needs to be protected and corrected from her decisions

     -and none of it is presented       creepily

    [with the correct music choice or like this is toxically       en-courage         Ing          Som     e          one          to       be       a      dick         to      their   spouse    (Boomer-        term-       Partner)

 Okay       -    Al        right        -     Time        for-

   That is more like       an     adult         ...   

   But     know        ledgeably         and intentionally   tox

   In 

    “Good-

   [Boomer!

     Dear           Frick,

     What

    Cloveis

    Why is Amidala     acting like      an       adult?

  While Skywalker can’t even pull off   human?

  Neither the     knowledg       ability of an adult

   Nor        The      un-accountability       of a child

   [An adult      would know        why she was angry            And         Any feigned ignorance                     Toxic                 Flirt

    Here     Anakin‘s portrayed as too Stupid to Live  

          [For a              Sentient]

     [This is a         Boomer comics          level stupid,

       Like;        “Haha,        I don’t know           why my wife’s mad,”

       [despite both being human and that being a          backhanded insult to both yours and hers humanity  

       -And                    Developed

      Sentience

          As an attempt to avoid            accountability for              toxicity

Future does    n’t find it cute      mate

..Colleague

Reason    -able

  “Old        Friend,”

   Dude,       stop

    Gas-      lighting-

   To- gether

   Oh yeah you can’t have male       friends

    [Or     friends of         any     distinction]

    How

   Okay well at least he’s   acting as a bodyguard

   So that    line might      make sense

  That he’s worried      for her safety

  And...

    Accompanying            her  

         As              Such

Spy-ing

   In the    Council     chamber

   Me...

   ...

Council...

....

[Accoun-t-       ability!]

   That-

   Bull

   Also that’s      just    gossip

  That  

   -

   You know- if she wants to play       she said he said so be it

  Less so,        With the tone       refusing to hold Anakin accountable

    And Amidala only acting like an adult,          For the           “shrew-ish wife,” joke                  To make Anakin’s actions,                   Which it refuses to hold to the same standard and adult tone,                    Seem less terrible                     And Male-                       cious

                  Him

This is an open   aud-itorium   with people      clearly     floating     around,

   You-

  Loud

   ....

   -

  “Let         me,”

    ...

   The        writers...

     Didn’t earn        that...

     .....

     He seems         like a nice guy  

      [Like, yeah          standard           assumed              authority, but            personally he’s at least decent]

        If just a          mix match

       Okay never mind             it just got bad

         His eyes

         Weird shiny                 Thing

             Nope

            -Wine

              This                   just                 got                 power

              Run-

              Not              in-tentionally                    Good

           Po                   Liti                     Cal                  Definitely                  political,

              Nothing                   ‘bout                       that

Both

Nope

Lady, red flags,       Red flags!

  This is more like        the con       versation         between        Amidala and         Anakin

    Should          be         like

      If          the       writers             -          Had         the        balls            -          To write him like an         adult

     Not

 “Owo, too         Stupid             To           Live          Abom.        Un-less           Angry,”

    Nope

     You

    Ena-          bling

     [oh and ob-      viously slightly less evil,]

      Old - Times

        Don’t            Know

That was almost nice          If it,        didn’t completely dropped the ball        On the power thing

     Now it’s just         spaghetti

      Inconsistent          Character             reaction

       Okay...

      Right

On   one   hand     Anakin    has   nothing     to fear     because        dude      clearly         has more interest        in power    than his wife

    Padme

    That’s different

Dude,      Chill

  While the characterization has been        inconsistent and shaky at best

    Dude, clearly

   Again,

   Power

   Dick

    I fecking       hate both of them

Dude,      Doesn’t       Care         That        Much

Being       “a   more,     ‘I can’t       believe    the        condition      of the      airplane,”

   Than

   “Feck’in        Don’t         Mind          Me,”

    Like Anakin is being a   paranoid      dick

    This dude.     Isn’t great   is toxic in his ambition.     Of auth   ority.... over   people

  And     Padme...

  This is just a     toxic     mess         . .

 Ready

Dude, doesn’t have his own ship   and   Captain        ...

 Also, so      they’re taking   her   ship       ...

That’s nice-    (The only initi-ative        This movie     has taken     other         than   portraying       Amidala         as a           shrewd          wife          —-    

      I        mean          the      insult,        Not any-        thing positive        about         being      shrewd        - -

   Fly       Ship

 - - -     What?

  Like is it a greeting thing?

  [Because dude      has shown      no interest]

    Except        power

   And Anakin is being way too   judge-mental

 Clearly,  Nothing       Behind         It

  And   Amidala        can        handle     herself

  (As can     any      adult)

  What-

  Ass-hole

   [put the   tri-umphant music back-       That wasn’t        cool]

  Whelp

  Blast        It

 Yeah,  if I suddenly had my arms and legs      restrained-

Also - I think     Amidala’s starting to pity him

 [And      I am too]

  Yeah like dude          a little too ambitious

  You’re tormenting him

  Or something that didn’t even seem    re-latively serious

 And could’ve just been    kind of some weird    custom

  [See-         Ing       as      dude      doesn’t         even      seem     remotely    interested,]

   She’s       Tr-ying

 Aw,      That’s        Nice-

    At least he has some humor

  Unlike,  

Anakin

   ,Whelp

    Right

      Looks           like               a           de-ranged          superhero                 -            Aight

        Right

        Also?

       What?

Trophy      Wives?

       Pri-viledge

         That’s-                nice

             -

            Dod

          Senator

            Nice

            Nice

             ...

 Fresh       S tart..

    What?

That was      Forced

   Hope        ...

 Clovis        ...

  Second         Chances-

       Again- what did he do?

    Like, episode insists on         lambasting this guy...

     On a Rumor                             Mill...

    And         something that happened when they were                                                                      kids.?

       (I know it’s implied                           relation-ship)

           But, seriously?

        “he didn’t take it well?”

           Dude, has shown no                                        interest

                                       Being about the                                            power

I half- convinced     “not taking it well,”        Was dude eating like a     pint of ice cream..

   And, y’know

   Just break         Up

    Don’t      continue             to         lambaste           the           guy

       Over            “Yoda”              The              Gossip’s      Pre-       Sence-

           Years                Later

             Tox.

  Senator

   Good,       everyone’s       being        friendly,

   [Don’t fuck          it up       Anakin,”

    Se-rvants

    Oh  

     My          Bad-

      So         the          uniform

      Bus-iness

        Sus

      [but then again             he did          explicitly say        that             was why he was coming,”

    And dude pretty smart for not wanting to be 

   gang-ed up                 on

                  So inn-ocent                        Enough

By

See, everything’s    completely     fine..

 Nice..

  See,     Normal

   Droid-

  Never mind-

          But, seriously

How is that          a problem?

  Specifically        Amidala’s        business?

      When She doesn’t help stop the war either?

 Also yeah     way to invite the senator  to your meeting..

Here

  He       Right..

   3po

  Walk         ...

  Spy?

  Also;  

  Good       for       her

  What         ...   

   Why?

    ...

    ...

   Okay          ...

  Cy-

  Showing       some        initiative-

    Good          for

   Lighting         Does-           n’t         necess     -arily        Make        him        evil..

    ...

   Deal

   Valid

    Again..         Terr-          Ifying      wolf cub

      Dude has no            teeth

        Nor energy           for what         he’s             saying

      Clovis

        He          has             a           point...

   .Planet

    Again he’s an absolute     .doofus

     ...

    Whelp

     She didn’t see         that?

      Or hear          that?

       Like, they don’t have           any guards?

       Here-

     Ain’t the            Boss

       Like, seriously        according to them            she just got lost;

       Were you expecting her to stay in           her bedroom?

      Lon-ely

         ?

         My             Dear

         That’s               Very                 Nice-

           Also,                they              legit               hid           behind                the             columns                  ...

              In                their                   own                 house...

                After telling her           they were having a meeting

              This is a     “Did    you    get   lost?”     reaction            -worthy

    Not         “Hid,         Pillars,”

    Room

    “Dressed           for dinner,”

        That’s kinda             dick move

  Unless...    it’s a custom..

    Excuse

     Why        only         him?

     Dinner

    Seriously         that’s just -       particularly      bad negotiations-        Reactions-

     Right

    Shh

Maybe I’m missing something..

...

I feel

Clovis

  Have          To

    They’re going to sell him        out?

    Weak        -ness

     Dude has just been   plain   friendly    this entire time

       Like             No             In-

       Poison            Amadela

          Geez               -us

          That went from                  1 to 5!

             Why?

             Why not just plant the     plans on him?

               Also that’s not necessarily a     rom-antic thing                          Like doesn’t matter   who’s before me  

                 I think I would care   whether a person lived or died

                 Even if   -grudgingly 

                 (That’s a                      human!)

                  Anti-dote

Again,      It’s still leaves the    rest     of whatever organization he’s in

   And the concept of “duress,”           To       disqualify it

    (Like so      far he’s just a spokesperson        ; A Senator,

     Yep,

    Whelp,

       ?

   Oh it’s that     ration      thing     . . .

  In-side

   Okay,  Anakin took a chill pill

   Good,

    Whelp

     Okay,

Senator

   Light        Drink

   Oh,         It          Is         A      Custom’s         Thing,         ...

    Good           Friend          ...

    Too       Disney

And with that weird   marriage thing in the back    

*Spoof      -y

 Acceptab    ly-

 Just      Stand-     ing

Helpless-     Hapless     (More   accurate)

  Drink      -      With       Me-

   Aight

   Whelp

    Are we sure Clovis isn’t going to get drunk/       Poison

   -Shit  

   -

   Whelp-

  -Nice

  -Aight

   Medic      -

  To

   Doofus

   Look          At        Him;

Face of evil

    Feckin Doofus..  

 Palace

     Nothing            Too            Bad..

      Truly..  

       Nice

But,      also;        Shouldn’t         take her      to a secluded area

      After             Sick..

      Night?

     Order?

    Au-

   Sure-

   Yes

A little weird           but ok

     Right-

    Right-

     -          ...

  Good for you

   ....

Why?

  Never mind jerk       Anakin is back?

   Senator      Clovis

   Private         Tour

    No      it was just a tour,”

   Everything there      was pretty friendly

    Anakin’s gonna         ....

   There      it is.. though     actually sounds more like a guard.

 Not too     Bad...

Warn her

 *Advise

*Not too      bad   

      ...

     Aight...

      Wait...didn’t it        already?

     Returns

     Argh-

    Wait that’s not disgust     that’s headache

           Okay...

Climate      Change  

  ....

Ahah      ha-

(I’m   sorry,     that’s      so out     of place         ... 

 It’s      Hi-     Lar-        Ious

   Back...

    Nice..

      ...

     Nope

   Aight          ....

  “I mean that    is childhood friend

   Or friend

    Except.

    Factory...

      It

     Jedi

   What-

    Seems-

  That’s       Nice-

   Okay

    Not sus.        picious at all?

  . .

  Padme

   ...

   What?

   [just put the drink down...

     Say           That

Also hugs can be      platonic...      (No              Rom...)

     Also good      skipped that     miscommunication       ...

   Aight

  Racing          ...

   Even Dude knows when        to        Back          It...

   Now...

   Where did that come     from?

   Like, seriously,

    What-

    Dude- She’s drugged

   Padme-

   Whelp-

   Ouch

  (Take care of yourself      before you take care of others         moral)

   The tox        ...literally killed her

    Good,

    Whelp

    Neat,

    Okay...

    Weird

    Boundaries are     good...

   Medical       droid..

    Smart       decision

   Ex-

   Good-

  Cap-

  Ack  nowledgemeant-

   If       I-

   Stupid plan-

   -

   No     Matter

   They’re   negotiators-

   Holo-

   Poi-      Son     Ed-           Your-

    Sen-

    Spy

    No shit

   How did he know that?

   Also;

 Adorable

   [The Republic Senator    I invited here                Might            not            like           the        Separatists?          Impossible!]

       No-

     Dude’s bordering on Himbo             (Corrupt)          But             Still             Trust              -ing

       Right?

       Okay. .

       Right

       ...

     Oh

     ...

    She’s      dying..

    Oof

    That’s        Feck’in         Tame. .

    Leave

     Also, hey          He did         get the          antidote..

      Good..

      Library

    Holo-gram

I honestly     -feel for the guy

   Like, yeah he’s corrupt-        But so is     Padme      In terms   of       finishing the          war

With- his one thing-       Being      Friend       -ship

   (Which       Padme         likely       knew,  

   And      she    betrayed           it

   Like,        that’s      gotta      sting          -       More than the Senate    /Sep     art-       Ist-     -

  Spy

  Dude is acting pretty     tame-

  -Republic

   sides-

   Are

   Yeah..

  Still betray   ..ed his friendship

Like,       Those...        A different      layers of     shitty          .

 Suppor-         ting a different sports      team

   Steal-         Ing         Your         Friend’s         Merch,           To         Lambaste him in front of a crowd          ...

   (Best       comparison        I can       come up        with..)

     Stole..

   Senate

    Great

   ...

   Scheme

  Dude, It was a manu   facturing business

    Not like-

  Dude, like how many     clone    insta-llations do they have?

     He’s at least not          directly           Screwing            them over  

        Imm-ed      - iately

       Get           Away

       Dude, they were just talking about             their emotions...

      “Live,”

      Jedi from        -1 to 10-

     Dude

  Ha ha

   Dude just stands there

  Like,        What?

    Who-

     Me-

  Yeah-

  Don’t       get me           wrong?

     But...

     A        random pilot just came bursting into his room

    Told him not to     touch

    (Which           he         wasn’t-

     You’d- be a little     ‘who the heck is this guy?’

     Why?

    Should-

    Sen-a-tor

     Wrong-

     She’s          Fine?

     Now?

    Like, to him        she’s just tired?

    Nothing seems        noticeably off. .

     Dy-ing

    The       Medical droid?

    Whaaaaat??

       Take        Coursant

     Dude, she’s been dying for like half an hour-

     That-

      He’s trying to be a good friend-

     Out-

   Dude, he just gave you    advice on how to get the antidote

 Ain’t       Inter-      Sted-

   Disc

   Return-

   And I’ll       get

    Fair-

    Good

  [Honestly that comes across very concerned.]

   Like imagine some random pilot dude      Just-           Broke      into the room

   And said he was going to fight a dude     with       clearly     shady dealings        (Poison       up      his sleeve)

    And very    likely guns...

   You’d        Be like dude ‘hold up

(Note; Toxin      Logic- where        Author     -ity       Assum     -ed         Means    So     me-    thing,

 I still   believe    they      could     both     take    this     guy)

   But     Re-       ason- able         (Technically)

   You can’t

    Yeah

   Like,       Dude,        I know         You        Have        Some    Acc-        But          This         Dude         Does-          n’t

     -          -  

   “Kill,”

    Nor-mally,          I’d say      ‘accountability’           But they          actually  made him a         relatively good sympathetic           villain

   Like, yeah        that’s true         He could’ve       (Should’ve)         But       this        is        now     toxin vs. toxin        (aka.)

    Like, already, he screwed himself and humanity over,        And         that’s            Kinda               Sad...    

        You can’t help hope that they get    held accountable            soon

    ��   To         stop         dig-           ging              ...            The            Hole               ...   

       They          dug          for            him           (self)            ...

     Not helped that he doesn’t really do anything evil

      (Moderately upset button (N     -ot Be-zerk) when          Padme betrays his friendship

       —-

        Still...

      Her life..

      Aww.

    Good friend         Clovis,

     ‘Love           Her,’

   Pla-tonic

   (What?    love can be platonic,      Dude     hasn’t shown any      real interest,”

     (Seriously Padme has used the                “lonely” line so many times                Dude’s only            response;  

         Cool, let’s go on a trip             together (Bond                              -ing)

          Cool, let me take you to your              room (non- sexual)

                       No interest

                       -No energy -Neat

      Lot          -Dot

     Come          with           me-

     Quickly-

      Good-

   -Neat-

   Right-

   Whelp

   -Clovis

     There are witnesses-

       Just got him out of a           ultimatum-

        Moved-

    Auth-orities

    Coursant

     “Leave,”

      Whelp-

      Dead-             Damn,           Clovis,           Fucking,           1/10

      Clovis,   

     SNAPPED

       Boy’s  

        done    

       fucking  

       around          - Don’t mess   

       With his friends-

[Seems     more   Anakin]

          Pay this

           Total             Weak-lings

           Aww.

          Even then             he’s nice

         [Though              sounds              like a           goblin...]

         Aight

         ...

     ...Mind

        More               so voice. .

          -Aight

          Clovis- do            n’t fuck               Around.

           Right

           Dick-

           Whelp-

         Sur-vival               Skills

    Dude          He did that under stress         of his friend dying-

      Dick           Move-                 Whelp-

      Body guard was nowhere to be seen

     With the   - eye path

     There

     Whelp-

     There            He              Is.

      Good.

      Fair

     Neat-

    Dick-

   Sorry-

 “sorry, sorry for what?

   Anakin wasn’t right about anything-

     Isn’t deserving         of an apology-

    ....

   But, They already knew it was       there...?

   Success

   No shit

   Whoa  

   WHOA

   WHOA!

   Can-      We          Play-             That              Back-

 “ I made you doubt me,”

   What kind of              -gaslighting-?      

             ?

           - - -   Er-

       The first                     part          absolute     boomer mess   

        Middle;   

          Er-   

        Clovis’s             Struggle              With          Friend-               Ship?     

         Al-right   

         End?          Nope In general,

    The tone           is a      confused mess

                    * Clovis                      a saving grace