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val-aquenta · 2 years

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Jedi June for the prompt Symbols/Faith. This one was a little strange and I ran away with Luminara’s section a bit, but whatever. She’s the loml so she deserves it.

Read it on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39451506/chapters/99523599

We lost.

It’s been…months since the galaxy went dark. She evaded capture for a while, trying to find a way off the planet. The wookies could not help her. Not without putting themselves in more danger than they were already in which was something she would not stand for. Without help, though, it was near impossible for Luminara to find a way off Kashyyyk.

Then, she was captured, but surprisingly not killed.

She had seen what the clones had done to Master Kirit and his apprentice, and she had felt all throughout the galaxy as the Jedi fell en masse, bringing darkness. That she hadn’t been killed was surprising, but not a relief, for she knew where her road would eventually lead.

‘You’re too quick to accept defeat, Master,’ Barriss’ voice was both a kindness and its own brand of sadness that made guilt twist in her gut. ‘Have hope, you tell me. I'll tell you the same.’ Still, not even order 66 and the fall of the Order could eclipse the pain of Barriss falling. Instead, they merged into one big miasma of pain.

“Just tell us what you know, Unduli. It will be over after. We just need information on the Temple, and we know you have it.” The Imperial in charge of interrogating her would not get any answers. She’d stood up against Ventress, the Geonosian Queen, and even Grievous on one occasion. One small little human, old and white-haired would hardly break her.

As before, Luminara simply turned her cheek. They’d taken her headdress early on, which was the worst thing they could have done beyond what they had already done. It still burned her to feel her hair brushing against her cheek in plain view of this…human. Still, Luminara was a Jedi, and by the Force, she would act like one.

Silent and stoic despite how she burned to break free, to hide, to just leave.

The interrogator raged at her, threatening her with more pain, and still…nothing. Eventually, when the human was red in the face, an indicator of lack of oxygen, outrage, or perhaps both, he disappeared and Luminara was taken back to her cell.

The next day started off the same as before. Unceremoniously woken up, the sheet she wrapped on her head yanked away, and then taken to the interrogation room. Then, it took a different turn.

“You know what these are?” The interrogator, a different one from yesterday, pointed, nudging the items. Lightsabers, beads, a braid, bracelets, a shred of fabric from a familiar cloak- Luminara closed her eyes and looked away before she could continue down the line at the other object. “You do…” She could feel the smirk in the man’s voice and simply clenched her fists.

‘Master, you must calm down. I’m completely fine.’ She could feel the imprint of Barriss’ small and capable hands against her shoulders, urging her to calm and breathe. Years later and she would still listen to that voice. One breath in, hold for a few seconds, and then exhale. Luminara opened her eyes, centred enough to look at the objects again.

A lightsaber, dirty and scuffed, that she could not recognise. Still, losing a lightsaber could mean a lot. Most likely, it meant the death of the owner, but Luminara could hope. Two strands of silka beads, taken from hairless padawans, and a single braid of black hair from a padawan with hair. Familiar pain rose at the desecration of their culture, but Luminara simply breathed through it. Barriss had been good at it before her fall; meditating through emotional trouble. She was always calm and centred. Luminara had felt like a student in face of her calm nature. Bracelets from Master Echxet who was famous for her weaving were next. They were cut through and burned on the edges, but a golden woven Jedi Order symbol remained gleaming through the dirt and soot, stubbornly still existing despite attempts to destroy it. A torn scrap of fabric from Barriss' cloak followed. Luminara had petitioned for her to be given her clothes early in Barriss' imprisonment. It was one of the only things she could get for Barriss other than occasional visiting her. Still, she could never mistake the shiny silvery fabric nor the patterns more familiar than her tattoos.

Finally, she saw a holocron. A standard-issue holocron. When activated, they glowed blue, but this one lay dormant. It was also, she noted, stained with blood.

“Ah. Yes,” the Imperial officers walked forwards and tapped the holocron, “you noticed this?” He withdrew his finger and wiped it carefully on the edge of the table as though merely touching the holocron had dirtied his finger. “You will open this, Unduli. Under your free will, or under the influence of pain.” Credit where credit’s due, he was at least more intimidating than the previous officer. “What will it be, Jedi?” He spat the word like an insult.

Luminara spared him no glance, looking at the objects blankly instead of facing his hatred. In the Force, muffled by the darkness that permeated the prison and the cuffs on her arms, she could still feel the lives of the owners reflected in each object.

The feeling of duty echoed from the lightsaber. Whoever had raised it had done so with only single-minded duty in mind. Luminara let it remind her of her own duty: to not give in to the Empire. From the silka beads and the braid came the warmth of love and the feeling of pride in oneself and others for having done well. She let it wash over her, remembering her own Master’s soft hands and softer smile when she’d added a bead onto her braid. The bracelets felt like strength, unwavering in the face of adversity. Master Echxet had clearly been infusing the bracelets with her thoughts of the Jedi in this bracelet, and it reflected. Luminara let the strength buoy her for a moment, enjoying the feeling before moving on.

Finally, in the shred of fabric from Barriss’ cape, she felt love, loyalty and regret. So familiar was the person who’d felt it, Luminara could feel it even clearer. Barriss had regretted, had still loved her despite what angry words she’d said often. Logically, Luminara had known Barriss still at least cared for her, as their last meetings were filled with contemplative silences and a few smiles from Barriss, but still. To feel how much Barriss had loved her made her heart ache and tears prickle in her eyes.

‘I know I do not say it often, Master Luminara, but I admire your strength,’ Barriss had once said before the war even started, as they flew through hyperspace. ‘You are…like a tree; strong and tall. I draw strength from you.’

I can still be the tree, Barriss. I must.

Luminara raised her head and stared unflinchingly at the Imperial interrogator, a tear trailing down her cheek. He smiled as though Luminara had lost and succumbed to her pain, but he could not even imagine the pain she felt, and he could not imagine the depth of Luminara’s strength in face of it.

“I will not open the holocron.”

The Jedi are extinct.

Cal Kestis wipes away at the dirt and grime that covers a sabre. For having laid in a swamp for years, it is in remarkably good shape. It’s small, simple, and judging by the robes found rotting nearby, abandoned by a running padawan.

They weren’t killed, at least not yet. They had simply abandoned anything related to the Jedi and run. If they’re lucky, they’re safe now and to all those who know them, not a Jedi. It’s the only way to be safe nowadays, to let go of the past, hide it, and run from it.

Cal scrubs and reveals a small etching in the sabre hilt, a childlike etching of the Jedi Order’s symbol. Probably scratched in using a small tool, many children had done so. Names and drawings scratched in, providing a sliver of joy whenever their thumbs rubbed the mark. Satisfied with how clean the sabre is and careful not to touch it with his bare hands (that will come later) Cal pockets it and continues his search.

Minutes of wading in dark brown swamp water bears fruit when a holocron and a few datapads are revealed. The holocron, once open, plays Master Kenobi’s familiar message. Run, run, RUN, RUN! HIDE! Echoes from the holocron when a stray patch of skin passes against the dirty surface. He almost drops it in shock, but simply shifts until the echoes of fear and determination dissipate and Cal is once more himself.

“You find much?” Cere asks from where she stands at the ship's ramp.

Cal takes a moment to breathe and centre himself from the flashback before turning, “yeah. A padawan landed here, but…Whoever they are, they’re not here or anywhere close.” He looks back at the swampy water, “they definitely didn’t think they were going to stay.” He hears Cere come closer until she’s right by his side, hand pressed comfortingly against his shoulder. “Here,” he hands her the lightsaber.

“Hmm…” Cere hums as she twists and turns the lightsaber one way and then another. A fond smile lifts her lips when she spots the little etched symbol. “I don’t recognise it.” She brushes the spot once before handing it back to Cal. “But, if they left their lightsaber behind, I doubt they would have stuck around themselves. Especially if they were a padawan told to run.”

Cal nods, looking out over the water. “It’s hard. Leaving everything behind.” He sees Cere looking at him with sympathy. “It was impossible for me. Somehow, it just kept haunting me until I finally turned and stopped running.” The hand on his shoulder squeezes as he shakes his head. “I just…” He takes a moment to himself again, “I hope they’re at least safe wherever they are.”

“As do I.” She pats his shoulder, sharing a strained smile. “Come on, let’s see if we can find anything else.” Together, they wade out in the water, looking for anything else.

The time of the Jedi Order is over.

Quinlan spends the first year after order 66 in hiding and in pain. He wallows in it, relishes in it even. He feels as though he might even deserve this pain for being the survivor. It takes a month of that, and a reminder that he is still a Jedi before he manages to drag himself from the brink of darkness and back into the light. The Jedi Order might be gone, but by the Force, the Jedi will never be truly gone.

Quinlan is by no means the most skilled Jedi to exist. He’s good, certainly, and the fact that he was alone during Order 66 saved him, but he can not be the only survivor. Obi-Wan, he knows, at least survived the initial wave to send a warning to any other Jedi, including himself.

In fact, it is Obi-Wan’s unwavering gaze as he repeats his message in the holocron endlessly which gives Quinlan the strength to finally leave the planet towards the whispers of the rebellion. Obi-Wan had been one of their best, and he had been Quinlan’s close friend. ‘You’re a good man, Quinlan, and a great Jedi. Sometimes, you just need to be reminded.’ Obi-Wan had punched him jokingly in his shoulder, a wry grin on his lips. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll do the reminding.’

He traces down the embers of the rebellion using his skills as a shadow and his psychometry. It’s not long before he meets the rebels. They’re severely outnumbered and outgunned, but they have the drive and an inner strength the Empire could never have.

It is there he learns of Obi-wan’s disappearance and likely demise. He can’t let it phase him, though. If Obi-Wan won’t remind him, he just needs to remind himself.

“How can I help?” is all he asks when the leader of this branch of rebels meets with him.

She looks at him with a shrewd gaze before saying, “There is the Path.”

Quinlan asks, “the what?”

“It smuggles Jedi and Force sensitives from the Empire to safety.” She glances at him inquisitively, not unlike Master Windu’s piercing gaze. “It could use some help, especially Jedi help. It’s dangerous,” she warns, “the Empire is…relentless. Some would call it unstoppable.”

“Nothing is unstoppable, Thrath. The Empire will fall eventually,” he answers without really thinking. He can not believe fighting the Empire is a fruitless endeavour. Eventually, it will topple, as have many other organisations in the past. He mulls over her offer for a moment before he’s nodding. It’s not really an option to refuse. “I’ll help this Path, risks be damned.”

All the preparation in the galaxy could not have prepared him for the first time Quinlan laid eyes on the Path. To know that there are so many people willing to sacrifice themselves to help the Jedi. It is almost overwhelming.

Most overwhelming is the depth of emotions stored in the walls of the Path. Etchings of names, symbols, and identities scratched into the walls. On every wall, the Jedi Order’s symbol stands, and every time he passes, he lets his fingers trace the familiar curves, feeling pain, loss, and yet ever-present hope.

“Have you ever left something?” Tala asks one day from where she folds the cloak of a padawan into a box to be tucked away. At Quinlan’s quizzical look, she elaborates, “on the walls.”

“Oh…no.” Not yet. For some reason, he doesn’t feel like he should be allowed to. His one year stint into darkness and despair shames him still even though he knows it shouldn’t. For some reason, the shame still bites at his feet wherever he steps.

It isn’t until he sees the wall of the Path on Ischer that he finally plucks up the courage to leave his own mark as well. Like all of the walls, the fear of the refugees is imbued, but also the joy of a community that was lost and then found in the hidden caves of the galaxy, and the hope for a better future.

“Turn from the Dark and into the light. It is always worth the struggle.” A Padawan probably wrote it, mirrored after one of Yoda’s maxims. Added on, by a different person judging by the handwriting, is “And you are stronger for it.”

Quinlan doesn’t know why it affects him so much, but it gives him the strength to take a pick and write his own message.

“I turn towards the light because it is the light,” Tala reads. “That’s nice.”

Quinlan shrugs, “I heard it from a friend.” He sets down the pick and fixes her with a searching gaze. If she's uncomfortable it doesn't show. Instead, she looks back, a pain echoed in her eyes alongside fearlessness and drive. “You don’t know how much it means to us. That there are people out there helping us, that we aren’t alone.”

“Well, Quinlan, I think people who think they’re alone often are far less alone than they think.” Tala nods and pats his shoulder, a strained smile on her face. “Often, people just need to observe and realise that they’re not alone.”

‘I’ll do the reminding,’ Obi-Wan had said with his wry grin, ‘me, Lumi, Bant, Master Qui-Gon, and every other Jedi and civvie.’

Quinlan grins, the memory of Obi-Wan and his lost friends hurting still, but overshadowed by the joy in the memory. “I think you’re quite right.”

Do not return to the Temple, that time has passed.

Obi-Wan buried his lightsaber when he first came to Tatooine. He buried his heart, Master Yoda would say with a disapproving frown, but Obi-Wan hardly felt like a Jedi anymore, so how could his lightsaber be his heart?

Regardless, when he’d uncovered it ten years later he hadn’t known what to do or how to use it. Ten years of no practice had left his muscles weak and his brain confused. Slowly, he’d relearned how to grip the hilt with strength, how the blade moved in the air, and how to move it efficiently. Still, he was only handling the lightsaber with barely any skill. The part inside him that was a Jedi Master cringed at the ungraceful blocks and dodges that would have been child play for him ten years ago.

It was part of what ultimately stopped him from burying the lightsabers once more.

Part of him still wanted to disappear, to hide away in the endless wastes until he perhaps wasted away. And yet, Leia’s young voice asking, well demanding really, ‘make me float’ and the message on the wall reminding him that the light would persevere, gave him strength and drive once more. Like a shrivelled plant, Obi-Wan renewed himself when hope returned.

Hiding didn’t help, he’d known before but ignored it. Now, though, he finally felt like he could become the Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi once more, no longer just the crazy hermit Ben of the dunes.

And so, Obi-Wan took up his blade once more and practised.

His moves were clunky, stumbling in the sands and tripping over his feet in ways that made his cheeks burn despite no one, but his old Master watching him. He drops his lightsaber a few times and is subsequently forced to clean it while muttering curses under his breath. His eopie watches with large eyes, blinking as he scrubs and scrubs away at the hilt.

Still, he works and works, practising katas and even adapting them to the dunes he is forced to practice on. A left block down, a slash to the right, and a shift of his left leg, Obi-Wan slowly relearns the dance of the lightsaber. Slowly, looking at his lightsaber no longer makes something within ache, and picking it up becomes easier and easier.

One day he finishes his practice and looks over the dunes. His heart still aches something fierce, but he’s beginning to understand that it will always ache just a little. He’s beginning to finally accept it. He looks at the hilt, still raised as he remains in the final position of the kata. It hadn’t been so hard to raise the blade today, he notes absently, nor had it been hard to use the Force today. He breathes out, loosening his tense muscles in preparation to stand.

Qui-Gon’s presence made itself known halfway through his exercise, and through the entirety of the final kata. His presence flares suddenly, and he speaks. “You’ve done well, Obi-Wan.” His deep baritone echoes on the dunes, a comfortable and familiar sound. He continues with a seriousness in his voice, “Obi-Wan Kenobi, you may rise,” Obi-Wan recognises the words intimately, having been told them by Master Windu instead of Qui-Gon on Naboo, “as Jedi Master once more.”

He rises unsteadily, eyes stinging both by whipping sand and sadness. “Master..."

If Qui-Gon were corporeal, he would be smiling. Obi-Wan is certain. He can feel it in the air. “You have faced many trials in your life, but you have faced them admirably. Where many might fall, you have stumbled and weathered the storm.” Qui-Gon takes a moment, giving Obi-Wan some time to centre himself. “The symbol of the Jedi Order contains a phoenix, which symbolises rebirth. And now, you stand tall once more, a Jedi Master reborn. The world could not have asked for a better Jedi, nor I a better student. May the Force be with you.”

“And with you, Master,” Obi-Wan echoes. There’s a flash of feeling, like a hand on his shoulder and the scent of sapir before Qui-Gon’s presence disappears, fading away until there is nothing but Obi-Wan. He breathes unsteadily for a moment before clipping his lightsaber onto his belt, finally feeling like a Master once more.

The light will fade, but is never forgotten.

#jedi june #jedi june 2022 #obi wan kenobi #Luminara Unduli #Quinlan Vos #cal kestis #cere junda #tala durith #qui-gon jinn #jedi appreciation #pro jedi #Star Wars fanfic

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sirikenobi12 · 2 years

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A Little Help From My Friends - Siri_Kenobi12 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Luminara Unduli had always lived her life by the Code, she had never questioned her path and always took solace in her role as a Jedi. Even after the massacre on Geonosis and the subsequent horrors in the war that followed she never lost faith that the Force would guide them.

Luminara never lost faith…

And then came the day bombs went off in their home. Bombs planeted by her Padawan.

[Or: Luminara and Obi-Wan lose a lot at the exact same time, good thing their friends are there]

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #new fic #my stories #my wriitng #luminara unduli #obi wan kenobi #siri tachi #quinlan vos #jedi appreciation #obi wan fanfiction #tcw fic #the wrong jedi #pro jedi order #pro luminara

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kim-the-kryptid · 2 months

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Master Luminara comforts her former Padawan Oros Sami after their anxiety inducing knighting ceremony at the Temple

Really like the atmosphere here and the background doesn't look too bad, considering I hardly ever add backgrounds. Luminara was really enjoyable to draw and write about, she one of my favourite side jedi characters! I'm excited to start exploring Oros's story so I thought a good place to start would be the start of their career as a knight, which began rather unorthodox, for reference, this is 6 years prior to Order 66.

Below the cut, you can read the fic this piece is based on!

Rating: G

Word count: 1.3k

Characters: Oros Sami (jedi oc), Luminara Unduli, High Jedi Council members

The hallway to the High Council’s chamber was excruciatingly long. There were no doors on either side lining the walls, only embellishments and designs of gold leading you towards your destination. Oros tried to look ahead, focusing on how the huge double doors slowly drew closer with each step. Their hands clasped tight together, they breathed deeply, trying to clear their mind.

“I assure you my young Padawan, there is nothing to be fretting over. You have done very well on the trials and should be confident in your abilities,” Master Luminara’s voice cut through the deafening quiet. “If I can sense your fear, the Masters will have no trouble doing so.”

Oros’s eyes flicked down the floor before they breathed and replied, “Yes Master. I regret not having the time to meditate before being called upon.”

“You meditate enough as is. You need to stop letting your anxieties consume you and face them instead. What we are being summoned for today will help you see the advantage you can gain if you let yourself lie in the uncomfortable. It is to be an exciting moment of your Jedi career.” She finally looked over to Oros and gave a smile, pushing her calm through the force. They reached out to their Master’s grounded presence and took one last deep breath, visualizing the anxiety leaving their mind like the tide of an ocean. Gone for now, but welcome to kiss the sand sometime soon.

“I am sorry it has to be done in such an unorthodox way, you deserve to be going to the Hall of Knighthood instead. And you should have been told whether or not you passed already, not find out amongst the Council. For that, I can understand your worries,” Master Luminara placed a gentle hand on Oros’s shoulder. “The times we are living in are looking more and more grim, and the Order has responded by fumbling our traditions, when we Jedi need to be a strong constant in the Galaxy.” Oros studied their shoes but said nothing. No Jedi would admit it, but the recent rise in violence had them tripping on their own robes.

At this, the two reached the doors and waited as the sentinels on either side pushed them open with the force. They stepped out into the centre of the chamber and bowed, waiting for their Masters to proceed. Oros noticed all of them were present, only Master Koon and Master Mundi were tuning in via holo. This did not help their nerves, if they didn’t pass the trials, the entire Jedi High Council would be here during the announcement.

“Master Unduli, appreciate you being here, we do,” Master Yoda started “Important time for your Padawan, it is.” He nodded in acknowledgement and smiled. Master Luminara returned the smile and stepped back, somewhere out of Oros’s view. They awkwardly shifted before standing up a little straighter. The churning in their stomach continued, but now their face was neutral and their breathing calm.

Master Windu waved his hand slowly downwards, lowering the blinds over the windows and cutting off the golden sunlight as well as the surrounding distractions of Coruscant. Oros heard the shifting of shoes and robes, sensing the movements through the force rather than seeing them in the darkness of the chamber. The High Council Masters now stood in front of their seats and after a pause, Master Windu spoke.

“Padawan Oros Sami, with your focus and compassion…” A beat. “you have passed the trials.” Oros immediately let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding, a wave of relief washing over them. A small smile settled on their face, as their Masters’ lightsabers powered on all at once, creating a circle of light around them. Each of them had their saber clasped in two hands, pointed to the ceiling, just in front of their face.

“Padawan Sami, step forward, will you please.” Master Yoda, as the Grand Master of the Council, granted all Jedi Knights their status and place in the order. All the way from Master Windu, to Master Luminara and now Oros all the same. If anyone was worried for the possibility of war, it was him. He’d seen far worse and much more during his time in the order, longer than any of the High Council’s lifetimes combined.

Oros stepped forward, the green light of Master Yoda’s lightsaber bathing their face. His hood also had been drawn over his head, likely during the position change in the dark. The wrinkles around his mouth were calm, carving the familiar warm smile that Oros had seen during their Padawan ceremony. They kneeled and bowed their head just like the other thousands of Jedi had before them.

Master Yoda lowered his lightsaber to Oros’s right shoulder, before swiftly and precisely cutting their Padawan beads from where they had hung for years. He then brought the saber up and over Oros’s head before settling it above the left shoulder, effectively knighting them.

With a rippling sound, the High Council Masters all powered down their lightsabers, filling the chamber in darkness once again. Oros reached and picked up their severed Padawan beads before standing up, bowing and turning to leave the chambers. In silence they waited for the doors to re-open and stepped back out into the hallway, noticing that their now former Master had followed them. They made their way back down the hallway and once they reached a spot where they were alone again, Oros was the first to speak.

“I don’t feel any different, Master.” They stared at the beads in their hands, now just a memory that will have to be disposed of.

“You won’t, not for a while yet. It will take longer than you expect to become used to being called Jedi Knight. And once again as Master,” Master Luminara looked over to Oros, a smile on her face and her hands tucked into the sleeves of her robes. Oros could feel a great deal of unsure sadness radiating from her in the force. The relationship between Padawan and Master was precious, special and connected through the force. They will physically be able to feel the loss of the presence of the other as their duties begin to differ. “Your responsibilities may change, your circumstances, your experience, but I want to know you will always have been my Padawan. Even if there will be no lasting proof of it.”

“I guess this will be the last lesson you will have to teach me Master,” They put the beads into a pocket on their robe to dispose of later in their quarters. “I will miss you greatly, I know my skills are adequate, but I lack in your wisdom. I fear being thrown head first into things doesn’t work well for me. You have seen this first hand.” Oros stopped walking and turned to face Master Luminara now, their eyebrows furrowed and shoulders hunched over in embarrassment at the memories.

Master Luminara made an amused Hmph noise, “Young one, you have always been the sensitive type. But that’s one of your strengths, you will face the same kinds of challenges as you did before, only now you may be alone. I assure you, you will find you might not need to rely on me as much as you thought you did, Jedi Knight, Oros Sami.” She smiled and tentatively reached her arms out to offer a hug. Oros stepped closer and took it, wrapping their arms tightly around her, settling to nuzzle their nose on their Master’s head. With the difference in height, Master Luminara would have essentially been on tip-toes to do the same, so she relaxed and rested her head on Oros’s chest, holding them tightly.

Oros let everything they felt towards their former Master flow through the force. All Padawans are cared for by their Masters, it’s their responsibility, their duty for the future of the Order. Time after time, they will be granted a new Padawan, to fill the space of the last, to teach, to protect and to be a trusted adult of the force-sensitive kids running around the temple. This wasn’t the last time Master Luminara had to say goodbye to a Padawan, but it was the only time Oros had to let go of a Master.

#tbf this was way more complicated to write than i thought itd be #the jedi traditions are complicated okay #even though this is not usually how it goes #i think this close to the war the jedi would already be frazzled #star wars #the clone wars #star wars oc #star wars fanart #jedi oc #kryptidkiddies #kryptidkreations #luminara unduli #star wars fanfiction

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jedi-enthusiast · 9 months

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for choose violence ask game: questions 3, 12, 18, and 22 please! thanks :))

Choose Violence Ask Game

Obligatory Disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions, feel free to disagree but if you're gonna be hateful, rude, or anti-Jedi then just block me and move on instead of posting your bullshit on my page. Like what you like, hate what you hate, but leave me out of it.

Here we go!

3 - Screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on Tumblr...

The worst take I've seen on Tumblr was someone saying that Anakin murdering an entire village of Tuskens---including literal fucking children---was an "understandable reaction" to his mother's death and also that "the average person would've reacted the same way."

Like...speak for your-fucking-self. I would not become a mass murderer and murder a bunch of children if my mother died, actually, and if you would then please stay far fucking away from me.

12 - The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them...

I wouldn't say she's exactly unpopular, but she does get a lot of hate from certain parts of the fandom and I don't think she's nearly as popular as she should be---Luminara Unduli!

First of all, Luminara has the coolest character design. Argue with a wall, I think it's the best. Second, she's very elegant and graceful in like everything she does---she just screams ethereal and I love her for it! Even her fight scenes are that amazing! She's also willing to admit when she's wrong and do better, which is something that a lot of people ignore---but I think it's a very admirable trait and it just makes me like her more!

And some people might argue with me on this, but I honestly think she was an amazing master to Barriss. It's shown that she really cares about her, and she obviously encourages Barriss a lot---she's honestly the sort of person that I would have wanted as a teacher.

I just think that more people need to appreciate her.

18 - It's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

Everyone always talks about Obi-Wan looking hot when he's getting the shit beat out of him, BUT WHAT ABOUT HOW FINE THIS MAN LOOKS WHEN HE'S THE ONE BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF HIS OPPONENTS??? HUH???

“The piece of hair that falls into his face when he gets the shit beat out of him this”

“The piece of hair that falls into his face when he gets the shit beat out of him that”

WHAT ABOUT THE WAY HE BARES HIS TEETH WHEN HE FIGHTS??? WHAT ABOUT HIS SNARL???

22 - Your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores...

The fact that Obi-Wan canonically beats the shit out of Jango.

Like, Jango has to use all of his fancy toys and missiles and shit, and is wearing indestructible armor, just to be able to fight Obi-Wan who 1. Is wearing 0 armor and 2. Is basically fighting hand-to-hand for most of the battle, he doesn’t even really use the Force on him.

So basically what I’m saying is Obi-Wan should really be winning a lot more hand-to-hand spars in fanfics than he does.

#star wars #sw prequels #luminara unduli #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #anti anakin apologists #anti anakin skywalker #Tusken massacre

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jedimasterbailey · 2 days

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Heyyy babe 😘 for the Choose Violence ask game: 1, 2, 9, 15, 16, 17

YESSSSSS I GET TO CHOOSE VIOLENCE TODAY 😁 Thanks dearest 💚💙

Link to original Star Wars Violence Questions linked below!

1.) Give me a compelling argument for why your fav would never top or bottom.

Luminara Unduli would never be a bottom because she definitely that bitch who is ALWAYS in charge. With all the bullshit she has to put up with in both the canon and in the fanon, that woman would have all the pent up feeling to go on all night or go full blown domantrix on whoever that lucky bottom would be (I would personally volunteer my services). No matter where she is and what she’s doing, Luminara gets shit done and that is that. Via osmosis, Barriss Offee is most likely a top too since her mother has taught her how to be a bad bitch like her 💙💚

2.) What character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

Grogu. Like he’s literally just a baby but my God judging from all the mass excessive merchandising you would think that at one point in time Grogu was the only Star Wars character that existed and that’s not necessarily his fault by the annoying group of people who literally only watched Mando just for Grogu and Grogu only. There are so many people out there who will never watch a Star Wars movie or anything else that isn’t Mando just because Grogu isn’t in it and again it’s insane because again he’s just a literal baby. If the show was exclusively about him, it would have been a boring show. If I wanted to look at something cute, I can just go look at puppies or some shit. I don’t need to watch a show for that.

9.) You’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

I honestly don’t have an answer for this sorry 🤣

15.) Opinion of Anakin’s characterization (I.e the broification of Anakin Skywalker).

This is a very loaded question because I don’t really swing either way with this topic (as in I don’t love or hate it). Like on the one hand, I like how in the CW show they made Anakin more with it and mature when the situation calls for it which makes sense considering he has Ahsoka to consider and he has to be a good role model for her. I also appreciate how in the show Anakin isn’t just bitching about Obi-Wan or obsessing over Padme all the time or being pissy with his other Jedi colleagues. I love seeing Anakin actually being a model Jedi and actually showing that he truly does love and respect Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, etc. However Anakin is seen as more sensitive in the movies and doesn’t always respond with such rage all the time like he does in CW show. Like bro Anakin’s anger goes from 0-1,000 in seconds to the point where he’s just destroying gadgets, kicking Clovis ass, etc. So in short, in some ways I personally think they did a good job expanding on Anakin’s character in the CW however there is no denying there is a huge distinction between Matt Lanter Anakin and Hayden Anakin. They most likely went the bro route because toxic masculinity is in.

16.) Best written female character in Star Wars.

Leia hands down. Her character is one of the very few Star Wars characters that is consistent and true in every single project we see with her in it. And like I’ve never met a Leia hater in my whole life and if I did I would question that person’s character because Leia is a badass that holds everything together when no one else will or when people leave her. She honestly deserves her own show.

17.) What event is Anakin’s point of no return in his fall to the Dark Side?

Shmi’s death. Had that never happened Anakin probably would not have taken those visions of Padme dying in childbirth or Palpatine’s bullshit stories seriously. It was only because Anakin lost his mother that he was insistent on keeping his wife and children safe at all costs because he did not want to endure that kind of pain ever again.

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gffa · 1 year

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Hi Lumi! Do you know why Jedi Knights are often called “Master Jedi” or “Master [Knight’s last name]”? I would have thought that title would only be used for those who have achieved the rank Jedi Master

Hi! The real answer is almost assuredly "because worldbuilding for the Jedi is pretty thin since it wasn't important to Anakin's story so they didn't include it in the prequels" because there's no real consistency with titles for Jedi Knights. I did a rewatch of TCW not too long ago and the way Jedi addressed each other was all over the place, one episode would have, for example, saying "Master Windu" and the same episode/arc would later have him say "Mace". One moment Obi-Wan says "Luminara", another moment he says "Master Unduli". Which in part is "Jedi Master" seems to have multiple meanings for the Jedi, that it's not just a rank that one achieves, but a position of teacher, of someone who has something to pass on--so, Ahsoka will refer to Anakin as "Master Skywalker" or "Master Anakin" at times, or other times will drop the title alltogether when talking to/about him. Teaching is the central core of who the Jedi are, they're always sliding into that role whenever they can, whether they've "officially" achieved the rank or not, and the other Jedi appreciate and respect that, so the term gets thrown around a lot more loosely. I would think of it less as a rank to be achieved and more as a synonym for "Teacher", as in someone called Master [Name] has something to teach us.

#jedi order #meta

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ooops-i-arted · 10 months

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It's the last day of June but I have one more post in me for @jedijune but it's a little different. The goal of Jedi June is to appreciate the Jedi, but this time I'm appreciating them in a more meta sense.

I saw Attack of the Clones in 2002 as a wee lil preteen and as soon as I laid eyes on the Jedi, I instantly wanted to be one. I wanted a cool lightsaber and space adventures like many a kid, of course. But I was also hitting those awkward teenage years and all that comes with it and I had no words for it, but I knew I was experiencing it different than my peers. I only heard "gay/queer" as an insult or an opportunity to be bullied or even murdered. I wouldn't hear "asexual" until after college. But I knew that more than anything I wanted to imagine being a Jedi because then I would never have to get married. (Also: they had girls. My sister and I watched the AotC VHS over and over and over again and memorized every single frame that had Aayla and Shaak Ti and Bultar Swan and Luminara Unduli and Barriss Offee. Even though you had to be a thin, pretty girl, girls still got to be Jedi.)

And on top of all of that, I was supposed to be too old for toys but I still wanted to make stories. So I took my happy ass and my allowance money to Borders and bought this:

This, here, is Baby's First Fanfiction and Fanart. I wouldn't fall in love with LotR until January 2003. So this is where I got my start as a writer and artist of characters. (I drew all the time since I could hold a pencil, but mostly dinosaurs and animals.) I loved writing and drawing before, but it was the Jedi that first catapulted me into what I've become as a fan artist and fanfic writer now.

So for fun I dug out Baby's First Jedi OCs and decided to draw them with twenty-one more years of art skills:

For a little background, 2002 Preteen Me had a Very Grand Plan of writing a novel, submitting it to Lucasfilm, and getting it published. It would be about Derran Kanis, My Most Wonderful Jedi OC and her life and her adventures, and the very last scene would be choosing her Padawan, whose final line would be "Yoda, my name is." (Preteen Me was confident that since we don't actually see Yoda in action this wouldn't break George Lucas' rule of not revealing Yoda's species or background. The focus would be all on My Wonderful Jedi OC anyway.)

A little Yoda is a lot easier to draw now after all the practice with Grogu! Should I call Favroni and tell them it was my idea first? XD

I was obsessed with the Jedi Apprentice series most of all, so of course there had to be more characters for them to get into Shenanigans with for both generations.

Leronna was Derran's friend, a wise and serious Jedi Master. Derran was the Qui-Gon of the relationship and more of a risk-taker, while Leronna was more solemn to balance her out.

Their other friend was Mukdon, because I thought a Hutt Jedi would be really cool and unique. To contrast Hutt stereotypes, he was rather un-confident and a worrywart.

Of course Yoda needed a friend to get into trouble with, so he had Leronna's Padawan Te-Mon Zeyon. Te-Mon was the serious and play it safe one to contrast Yoda being more reckless (I figured he couldn't be that wise and solemn yet but that cheerfully mischievous side had been there the whole time.) Now that I look at him, I think I accidentally designed a Light Side version of Kylo Ren's TFA outfit.

Last of all my redraws was Tama Ci, a posthumous character and Leronna's first Padawan. Losing her to an illness made Leronna reluctant to take another Padawan and contributed to Te-Mon being more cautious, since he didn't want to risk himself and force his Master to face another loss. I don't remember for sure but I strongly suspect her design was influenced by Aayla Secura, since she's my sister's favorite Jedi and we often tracked down any content or merch of her together.

No I will not post any of the fanfiction... it's baaaaaad. It was written by a preteen and it shows. (No offense to any of you in that age range - just that as an adult, I've learned a lot more since then.) But like favorite dolls you take off the shelf and play with now and then, all these characters hold a special place in my heart. Derran, as my first and most dearest - the core of my first grand plan for a long fic - is very special to me and my oldest "active" OC, now existing as a character in SWTOR.

The Jedi were escapism and a refuge for me as a kid, just like Din Djarin and his friends are for me now. So that's what I really appreciate most. That even as a preteen/teenager, in all those awkward years, I still had a place to mentally escape and pretend I was a badass space monk who never had to get married and could live in a cool building with a huge library.

#jedi june #finished 30 minutes before july starts whoohoo #long post #jedi #oc #derran kanis #leronna #te-mon zeyon #mukdon #tama ci

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