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dathomirdumpsterfire · 4 months

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 16 ~

Obi-Wan is just about ready to begin figuratively climbing the walls…

…scratch that, he's just about ready to literally climb the walls.

‘Come with me…’ Maul’s voice echoes in his mind.

“No,” he says aloud, pacing circles around the magma ball. “No.”

But gods, does he want-

“No.”

The jedi spares a moment to be angry at the circumstances. Every jedi was met with challenges on the path of life. It was supposed to be that way. They were chances for self reflection and growth. But how many jedi had their mortal enemy return from the grave looking like something out of a wet dream -no pun intended- and kidnap them, only to change their mind and decide they just want companionship and sex? They just want him to stay with them, forever, simple as that.

It's absurd. It's enticing. It's sad. It's sweet.

It makes Obi-Wan want to punch something.

It makes him want other things too…

“No.”

He has to leave. He has to. It's only a matter of time before slick scales and stress levels mix him up into a cocktail of poor choices. Obi-Wan wants to rail Maul into the ground. He wants to see what all that mess at the apex of his tail tastes like. He wants to get on his knees and-

Blast it! It's time to try escaping, with or without help from local fauna.

The jedi walks to the water's edge, and gathers his mental fortitude. He knows he's unlikely to succeed in getting to the sparkle of his lightsaber crystal, or to somehow find his rebreather. However, Maul's force signature is far away. Now is a good time to explore, and hope, and trust in the force.

Obi-Wan jumps into the frigid water, grimacing as it rises around him. He swims as close to the exit tunnel as he can, and starts taking deep breaths, trying to hyperoxygenate a bit.

Then, he dives.

What follows is a slow and cautious exploration of the nearby tunnels that serves as a double blessing for how it takes his mind off Maul. He swims one way, and finds nothing but tunnel that goes on further than he can see. The jedi returns to air, catches his breath, and goes out again.

The other direction offers a split in the road. One way leads to a dead end, the other hits a second divide. Again, he reoxigenates, and despite the terrible cold he goes back down for a third attempt.

Then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh… a hour passes and the chill sinks into his bones. He finds two more air pockets, not quite as fresh as the algae and moss crowded caves, but still breathable.

And then, he stumbles across another ‘room’.

Obi-Wan breaches the water's surface and finds himself in a trove. He crawls up onto land, and looks around curiously. This cave is a series of smaller rooms that connect, with an exceptional number of pock marks in the walls. Perhaps millennia ago this was living coral? Whatever the case, the larger pockets have been turned into shelves, and these shelves hold myriad items.

Droid parts, sea shells, and pearls as big as his head. Tin cans, fabric scraps, and a silver platter. An entire trombone, half rusted, sits in a footlocker without a lid. There's a pile of datapads which all look to be out of charge, and a statue of some long forgotten nubian queen. These and more, a flee market’s worth of curios.

His most unexpected find is an area of sand, which seems... combed? Gemstones and polished rocks in shades of blue combine with patterns in the sand to create a garden of sorts. Many of the stones are no bigger than a bean. The largest is a chunk of lapis lazuli the size of his fist. Obi-Wan ponders the rock garden for a few minutes before moving on, not quite sure what to make of it.

A sith with a sense of artistry... that's just... odd?

From what he had seen in the archives, the sith of old stuck to geometric patterns and flat colors. Their ideal temple was a barren monolith or an angular ziggurat with either no decoration, or, records of horrible deeds carved in words. Sometimes pictures.

Yet... Maul had made a lovely little garden, in shades of blue and white and beige. Strange.

Obi-Wan turns away from the mystery, and goes digging through the droid parts to see if there's anything that could boost his comm signal. It's a possibility, there's a lot to work with here. Rather than take anything, the jedi memorizes what he sees and makes note of it. He will plan what to take and where to hide it to work on before risking revealing the direction of his thoughts.

At the very back of the caves is a large cubby of stone that looks like it was carved into the wall with a lightsaber, then carefully sanded smooth.

On a shelf beside it sits a saberstaff. Obi-Wan can feel the song of the kyber from here, now that he listens. Two notes in harmony, one longing and angry, the other spiteful and determined. The jedi knows this blade, and has no desire to touch it… but it's good to know where it is.

He shakes his head sadly at the sithly melody, and sits down at the edge of the cubby, exhausted and sluggish. Obi-Wan rests his elbows on his knees, needing a minute to gather his strength. Even with a jedi's ability to propel himself with the force and slow his heartbeat, it was still a long swim back.

Emotionally Obi-Wan feels a lot better though. He's mapped a significant amount of tunnel, found three places to get air for further exploration, and most importantly he's gotten his mind off-

Oh, kriff.

The jedi master groans, flopping backwards onto the smooth stone with a wet smack, exasperated with himself. Truly? Truly. A single stray thought about beautiful black scales, and he's back in the thick of it like he'd never left.

Obi-Wan covers his eyes with a shaking hand, hiding from reality for just a moment. Two moments. Perhaps five moments…

He sighs, removing his hand to look up at the ceiling. This is, inconveniently, when he realizes his fingers are very pale. Bother. He needs to get up, and… and swim back to the radiant heat of the magma ball.

Just the thought of it is dreadfully tiring, and he is comfortable here. Very comfortable... So very…

Oh no.

He knows exactly what being sleepy when one is very cold means. The jedi curses under his breath, forcing himself upright. His vision is slow to catch up with where he's looking. He's pushed too far, and now his body is paying the price of that.

Obi-Wan draws in the force to support himself, and rises unsteadily to his feet. Every bone in his body pleads with him to lay down. He denies the instinct in favor of a survivalist mentality.

The problem? He is much too cold.

The solution? Getting out of wet clothes and closer to warmth, or barring that, some kind of insulting material.

He thinks through a mild fog, and recalls the cloth scraps. Obi-Wan goes hunting around in the treasure trove as he pulls off his belt. He dumps his clothes onto the floor, managing to lay them out to air dry for what it was worth in the relative humidity. Then he gathers up every last scrap of fabric he can find.

The pile of scraps. A sail cloth. Half a tarp. His best find is a pair of old wool socks, which he puts on right away. The lot of it he piles in the cubby, and curls in on himself in the midst of it. Obi-Wan knows he just needs to warm up, then he can put everything back, and return to where he was supposed to be. Maul's force presence was still far away. He wasn't in a rush…

…and that's part of why the jedi falls asleep precisely when and where he really shouldn't.

Obi-Wan wakes sometime later with his head tucked under a pointed chin. A scaled tail curls around his naked legs, and a lumpy magma hemisphere radiates heat against his back.

... kark.

Obi-Wan can't deal with this right now. He's beyond exhausted, possibly a bit ill. The jedi master takes a deep breath, and just... goes back to sleep, held close in red and black arms.

To be continued...

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aidelon · 1 year

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Chilling on Naboo...:)

Happy Valentine day with reylooo!!!! 💜

#Reylo #Reylo au #Star Wars #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #Naboo #Fanart #illustration #Valetine's Day #Artwork

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musewrangler · 8 months

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Lieutenant Firmus Piett and his bride, Sola Naberrie, on their wedding day.

A little illustration that will join a yet unpublished fic.

This is what I envision for Piett’s Axxilan dress uniform. Any resemblance to the RCMP uniform is absolutely deliberate 😉

Sola’s dress——well. You’ll have to read the fic to understand what she’s wearing. Let’s just say Padme approves

#star wars #star wars original trilogy #star wars au #Star wars fan art #work by wishful #firmus piett #admiral piett #sola naberrie #illustration #digital art #wedding #Naboo #i love them your honor

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crispyjenkins · 3 months

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hunger 'verse "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek

will be starting a wip wednesday sort of thing maybe next week (which will include more than star wars related stuff since that's where most of my time is going these days), but wanted to do a lil celebration today 'cause i recently exceeded a thousand hours in skyrim, in less than a year, and that's quite an achievement for someone who said they'd never even touch an elder scrolls game so here's a lil sneak peek at the next and penultimate chapter of all we have is hunger! i'm really excited for the second to last scene of the whole fic but i haven't even started writing it yet so here's this instead~ (told y'all there would eventually be qui-gon—punching)

When Jaster Mereel comes at him fist-first with no prologue, Qui-Gon sighs and accepts it.

It’s far from the first time he’s been punched in the face, and it’s not even the first time Jaster has done so, but the sharp impact is as nausea-inducing as ever, even having expected and braced himself for it.

“If I thought you could accept, I’d challenge you to an honour duel right here, right now, Master Jinn,” the man snarls, panting more from the effort of restraining himself than the actual blow.

It probably says something about Qui-Gon, and his many recent blunders that he isn’t sure which exactly Jaster is pissed at him for.

“However,” Jaster grits, watching him hold his nose with a snarl of satisfaction. It doesn’t look like he’d drawn much blood, but Jaster hadn’t held back either, Qui-Gon’s eyes watering even as he stands there and accepts Jaster’s rage. “As it is, I won’t ask you to set aside your own culture to satisfy mine, but make no mistake: you would not win.”

“I am aware,” Qui-Gon coughs, and is actually relieved he can’t see how the others scattered in the courtyard are taking such a violent interruption of their afternoon. “May I ask for what you’d be challenging my honour?”

Scoffing, Jaster forces himself to relax, and props his helmet on his hip. “Obi-Wan.”

“... Unfortunately, you’ll have to be more specific.”

Jaster bears his teeth in a mirthless smile, but doesn’t actually answer Qui-Gon’s question. “Where is my son?” he asks instead, looking around the courtyard as if Jango Fett would appear from the small crowd their altercation has gathered.

With a sigh, Qui-Gon holds his sleeve to his nose and avoids the glare of one of the handmaidens. “Presumably with Messere Naberrie,” he says, “though I should warn you that there is another Jedi from my Temple that may be with him as well.”

“Plo Koon,” Jaster agrees with a satisfied nod, “I look forward to seeing him again. Jinn.” He gives Qui-Gon a perfunctory nod of farewell and doesn’t wait for a response, marching into the palace proper like the military man he is.

Qui-Gon lets out another sigh.

#hunger 'verse #jangobi #crispy writes #qui gon jinn #jaster mereel #bandomeer au #sibling au #prequel trilogy #the phantom menace #sneak peek #wip #naboo obi wan kenobi

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usagi-peachs · 2 years

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The Mand’alor & The Prince of Naboo.

I really love this AU. This is the fourth fanart I'm drawing :)

Also, I like to dress Luke in mother's clothes. (sorry🙏)

Happy dinluke week! 😘

#usagi's king of mandalore & prince of naboo AU #dinluke #dinluke week 2022 #din djarin x luke skywalker #din djarin #luke skywalker #usagi peachs art

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fanfic-obsessed · 2 years

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Someone to Blame

Let's take a walk through a world where Palpatine's plans failed about a year and a half into the Clone wars. How and why do not matter in this case. Just know that his mechaniations were all exposed.

The Senate, well the Senate is looking for something to blame, someone to blame for the fact that nearly all of them voted to perpetuate a war that would have lead to the Genocide of the Jedi, they voted for the enslavement of sentients that by Galatic standard would be considered children for the sole purpose of being used as canon fodder. The personal and varied way the members of this august body abused the Coruscant Guard. To distract from the fact that these were not the worst war crimes that many Senators perpetuated.

They must find someone to blame.

For a change, in this world, the blame does not belong to the Clones or the Jedi. They have been labeled the victims of this horrible conspiracy (Though that does not always preclude also being the villains, in this universe the dice tipped just right. The Jedi and the clones were labeled the helpless victims). No, the Senators look at Palpatine, whom they want to distance from in every way, and say to themselves ‘He is from Naboo’.

And well, the scandal surrounding Padme Amidala’s marriage had just broken. Look, the Jedi and anyone who knew the couple personally knew that the marriage was fully consensual by both parties, that they had chosen each other willingly and were very much in love (the actual health of their relationship might be up for debate, but they were adamant in choosing each other). But from a PR perspective, it just…it just did not look good.

Padme was part of an awful lot of committees that handled the Jedi, giving her a fair amount of power over them on paper. And no matter how old Anakin was when they married, he was still a Padawan; when most of the galaxy hears the word padawan they think child. You add in that Padme was Palpatine’s protege, a few missives that her then senator had sent that mentioned Anakin in particular, and the thinly veiled threats towards the Jedi Palpatine had made to get access to Anakin in the first place (which had little to Padme, herself but created a pattern to be followed)…well it did not take much to create the image that Padme had abused her power to take control of a Jedi child in the guise of marriage, and continued to manipulate him until he thought he loved her back. This image was made worse when Anakin found out and reacted badly toward the poor reporter that brought it up, but not badly in a way that made the possibility less. Instead he came off as a battered spouse staunchly defending his abuser.

So Naboo as a whole became To Blame (capitals intended) for the entire war, the enslavement of the clones, the draft of the Jedi, all the horror that comes from making war. Of course, once there is someone To Blame, the next step is punishment. And the punishment for Naboo?

It is decided that Naboo as a whole will be given to the Clones and the Jedi, in effect enslaving all the natural inhabitants to them. Oh they break out all kinds of words like ‘Reparations’ and ‘Treason’ and pretty pretty laws to tie it all in a bow. But everyone can tell what they mean. This generous ‘Offer’ was worded as such that refusing it will leave both the Clones still enslaved and the Jedi still controlled by the Senate. What choice was there?

To be clear, no one involved outside of the Senate (and even several inside the Senate) were comfortable with this. Not the Jedi, not the Clones, certainly not Anakin Skywalker, whose wife just became a second class citizen. It should also be noted that the very Senators who spearheaded this ‘Offer’ would go on to close each and every one of the loopholes that allowed them to do this, just as soon as Naboo’s status was permanent.

The Jedi and the clones, now a collective group by Senate decree, make their way to Naboo. They know that this midrim world cannot support an additional 1 millions plus sentients, but the Senate's ruling meant that a minimum of 90% of the group must be on planet at all times for the next decade, “to ensure they are properly settled”. There are lists of new restrictions on Naboo and its native peoples, restrictions that the newly freed GAR are expected to enforce.

Now four peoples (Jedi, Clone, Nabooian, and Gungan) must find some way to build a life, with fewer resources than any of them were used to (Further sanctions toward Naboo. There are politicians that dream of being able to punish the victims and created villians in the same move), together. And likely the Senate as a whole expects there to be riots, to be able to sit and watch as these groups destroy each other out of misplaced ire. They underestimate everyone involved.

The ships holding the combined Jedi and Clones, including the Jedi temple which had been on Coruscant (it had been decided by the Senate that the Jedi should settle entirely on Naboo, to have some much needed separation. It is unclear if they realized that the temple would come with the Jedi), arrive in the airspace around Naboo. Obi Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody are chosen to represent the Jedi and the Clones in a negotiation with the Gungan Boss and the Nabooian Queen.

All four speak frankly, no political maneuverings and no time for ego stroking. If they wished to remain part of the Republic, there were things that they must comply with and as recently shown with the war, the republic is not easily left. Not for a mid rim world. The injustice of what has just happened is almost enough, almost enough to try and secede but everyone is so tired of war, and no one can quite convince themselves that another army wouldn’t appear out of nowhere to start a new war if they tried to secede.

As soon as it is clear that neither the Jedi nor the Clones want to enforce the will of the Republic it becomes less of a negotiation and more of collaboration. They pour over the restrictions, looking at wording and loopholes. And they are up against a clock, the longer it takes to get something in place, the more depleted the resources they currently have would be and it would take time before they had something in place that could support everyone.

It takes four days to work out a plan. It is a thing of smoke and mirrors, a dance of the most intricate precision, winding through and around the restrictions of the Senate without stripping the natural residents of Naboo their rights. And the very things that should have divided them irrevocably, instead becomes the glue that binds them together. Each of these four disparate cultures surrendered something of themselves in the aftermath, softening the spiky edges that held them separate into something more akin to puzzle pieces.

For a galactic standard year there is a complete blackout between the rest of the galaxy and Naboo, by Senate ruling. It is a quarantine period to allow for the adjustments needed for the changes the planet must undergo. In the time between the Senate ruling and the arrival of the combined Jedi and Clones all Nabooians and Gungans had been required to return to Naboo or forfeit their citizenship permanently (By an odd coincidence a handful of worlds gained new citizens in those few weeks that might, at a glance, almost seem to be from Naboo).

There are consequences that stretch out even farther than the Senate thought. Naboo is the face of the Chommell sector, and with the residents barred from the larger galaxy there should have been a power vacuum to fill. The galaxy should have moved on with a few hiccups. Except…Naboo never held sway over its sector by force. Without them to provide a reason to stay, the Chommell Sector as a whole begins to pull away from a Senate in which they no longer had a voice (and to be fair, rarely ever wanted one). No one noticed, at first.

Then came the end of the blackout. The Punishment of Naboo was highly publicized in the media and as the anniversary approached, interest was drummed up again.

An awful lot of people expected Naboo to be a wasteland, a mass grave tearing itself apart (That was, perhaps the plan, to give a reason that the Clones and the Jedi need to be under Senate control). That is not what was found. Members of the Senate along with members of the Press landed in a Theed that looked much the same as it had the year before. They are greeted by a tiny gungan child in brown robes who lead them into the palace, where they are met with a council of 4 beings. One from each of the cultures, united. By Senate decree the Nabooians and Gungans could not hold any official power, but nothing said that they could not be advisers.

The Jedi representative smiles, they are a green skinned Torgruta whom none of the visiting group recognize. “You’ve arrived in time for the wedding”

“The wedding” Bail Organa spoke cautiously.

The clone representative smiled. He was not one that Bail had met, plastoid mixed with cloth to make the armor more ceremonial than functional. The colors, if they were a reflection of battalion colors (They were), marked the clone as having been part of the 327th. “Cody Koon of the Vod’e (Most of the Vod'e took Plo Koon's last name) and Obi Wan Kenobi of the Jedi. They both insisted on waiting until we could be sure that the celebration would not drain our reserves. With the new crops harvested last month, it’s finally time. ”

One of the reporters looked askance, “what do you mean drain your resources?”

The Nabooian representative, decidedly not the queen who had been ruling a year before or Senator Amidala, folded her hands in front of her. Bail had seen the look of serenity on her face many times…on various Jedi. “Between the Jedi, with the various corps, and the clones there were nearly 2 million sentients with varying dietary needs that were introduced to Naboo a year ago. They came with no more supplies than were already on their ships and what was in the temples that were being relocated. Naboo may not have starvation like Coruscant, but we did not by any means have that kind of surplus available. We were barred from any contact with the wider galaxy. Were our people any less dedicated to the preservation of life, I imagine many would have starved.”

It was clear from the silence that very few outside of Naboo had considered that piece of logistics.

#codywan #star wars au #fanfiction prompt #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #sheev palpatine #star wars #no order 66 #naboo #anidala #padme naberrie

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