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genericficerblog · 8 months

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A surgical redemption: An everyone lives AU.

This is my 2nd contribution to @tbb-appreciation-week for 2023. This one is Tech, Everyone Lives, a Reunion, and "Please, Talk to Me". @intrepidmare here you go.

Tech knew what he had done on Eriadu would result in his death. He had come to accept that. That was Plan 99, after all, sacrifice. A cable knocked off his goggles which also knocked him out. At least when he hits the ground, he won't feel it. So when Tech awoke on a soft bed with every part of his body aching and a bacta patch on the side of his nose, he was astonished. What was going on? Is this where everyone goes after they die? Tech couldn't tell what time it was or even what planet he was on, so he didn't know what season it was. It was comfortable, though. And he could roughly tell he was in a bed. He looked over to a bedside table and saw some goggles, which he put on. The room blurred but was now visible, and he recognised a medical bay. Lights from the ceiling lit the room up, and Tech could hear the distant hum of an engine. He must be on a ship. He can smell and taste the sterile room, ship metal and the materials making up the bed he was lying in. The bed is reasonably soft and supportive. "Where am I?" Tech asked. He looked around and saw Plo Koon sitting next to him. "Is this where everyone goes when they die?" Tech asked. To his shock, Plo Koon shook his head. "No. You're alive. So am I. You've been unconscious for the past week," Plo Koon replied, looking at Tech concerned, "However, you would be dead if I wasn't there to separate you from the gondola you were attached to and then you didn't slam into the ground thanks to me," Plo Koon replied. "Thanks," Tech eventually replied after his brain stopped jamming. "No problem. But I have a question," Plo Koon replied. "What is it?" Tech asked. "Do you have any regrets?" Plo Koon asked. Thinking momentarily, Tech sighed and nodded, though he didn't tell Plo Koon why. His last conversation with Phee went badly. He had been distracted by ensuring everything was ready for their mission to Eriadu. In the process, he upset Phee. "Get some rest, Tech. Irala will remove the bacta patch in a couple of days," Plo Koon got up and started heading out, leaving Tech to his thoughts.

Over the next couple of days, his room would remain comfortable. Twice a day, Irala would come in to change the bed sheets. Tech would busy himself by surfing his holopad. However, he got bored sometimes. And when he got bored, he looked out of his door to see who else was there. He saw several familiar faces, including Fives, Kix, and Shaak Ti. The most intriguing to him, though, was that Irala turned out to be an age-accelerated version of Omega, which surprised him. He wanted to know more about her, but this age accelerated Omega was too busy to stay to chat. Other times, Tech's thoughts would wander to Phee. He needed to talk to her. But he would have to wait until the other squad members came to rescue him. Tech didn't mind waiting. He could scan the galactic internet forever and be OK. However, his thoughts kept drifting to Phee. What could he do to make things up to her?

Two days after he woke up, the age-accelerated Omega entered and removed the bacta patch on his nose. When he looked in a mirror, he saw no mark from the wound on his face. "Thanks for your help, Irala," Tech replied. Irala nodded, but at that moment, the alarms went off. "What's going on?" Tech asked, surprised at the sudden alarm. "All hands on deck, we need help moving a bacta tank," came a voice through the PA system. "We need half a dozen people to move a bacta pod. Unfortunately, with your goggles not working too well, I'm afraid you can't help," Irana replied as she left Tech's room. Soon, a dozen people moved a bacta pod past Tech's room. And if Tech was astonished he was alive, it was nothing compared to his astonishment at who was in the bacta pod. Phee Genoa being in a bacta pod was not how Tech wanted to reunite with her. Tech then did something out of character for him. He ignored the fact he couldn't see well and tried to leave his room to follow. "What is Phee Genoa doing here?" Tech asked once he exited his room. "Tech, please go back to your room. I know you want to help, but with your goggles not working properly, we can't take the risk," Kix called. "But I need to talk to her. I need to make things up with her," Tech replied. "Phee is currently not in a condition to interact with anyone," Kix retorted. "As a medic of Clone Force 99, alongside Echo, I can help," Tech said. "Not unless you've fixed your goggles. Now, back down, Tech. I've given you your path to help. But if you can barely see, you are more of a danger than a help," Kix glared. After a few moments, Tech sighed and then returned to his quarters. Irala saw this and asked, "Kix, can I go talk to Tech?" "Go ahead. Find out what about Phee has made him act like that," Kix replied. "Alright," Irala replied as she entered Tech's room, and Kix departed for the treatment room.

Tech was brooding on his bed when Irala entered. "What's up?" Irala asked. "I need to talk to Phee. I think I offended her or something with our last interaction. I want to make things right with her," Tech replied. Irala understood this feeling. There was a lot Irala wanted to say to her supervisor Kaminoan before the Empire rose that she never got the chance to tell. "Well, Kix did say that if you sorted out the goggles, you might be able to help him out. And I know where you can work on them," Irala replied. "Get me there. I need to ensure Phee is OK, and I can talk to her," Tech said. "Follow me then," Irala nodded and left the room. Momentarily pausing, Tech followed. When Tech and Irala enter the room, Tech sees the room is a mix of an optometrist and a glass forge. It was hotter in this room than the rest of the ship. Seasons aren't a thing in space. A lamp and the forge provide light to the room. Tech can hear the forge humming and can smell and taste the glass and plastic from the glasses frame. The ground is solid on his boots. "Now, Tech, can you please take a seat? We'll sort out upgrading your goggles," Irala said, pointing to a seat that Tech then sat on. "My goggles got knocked off my head on Eriadu. These are improvised goggles," Tech reminded Irala. "Right, that's why you had the patch," Irala replied as she placed the optometry device on Tech's head. Tech only realised the purpose of the optometry device when Irala inserted a set of lenses, and Tech saw his vision clear significantly. Tech was able to read the fourth line. "Good start. Now, one or two?" Irala asked. 'Two," Tech replied. The process continued a dozen times until they found ideal optical lenses. "Your eyesight is terrible," Irala admitted as she noted the specs. "You don't need to remind me of that," Tech replied as Irala removed the optometry device from his head. "Sorry. It's just I heard your eyesight was poor. I didn't think it was that poor," Irala turned back to Tech, "Now I'll get the forge going, and you should have your upgraded goggles ready in about an hour," "Thank you," Tech replied before he grabbed his Data Pad from the nearby table and started looking through it, holding it against his face. "Now that is near-sighted," Irala thought as she watched this.

An hour later, the lenses for Tech's goggles were ready, by which time the room had noticeably cooled. Irala struggled momentarily with the lenses for Tech's goggles before finally getting them in. Or so she thought, as when Tech put them on, Irala realised she'd put them in backwards. No problem. Irala switched them quickly, and Tech put the goggles on just as Kix entered. "We've been able to stabilise Phee for now. She'll probably briefly awaken soon, so if you need to talk to her, Tech, do it soon," Kix said to Tech before turning to Irala. "Have you got his goggles sorted?" Kix asked. "Yes," Irala replied. "Good. Tech, follow me," Kix said, and he exited. After a moment, Tech followed. When Tech entered the treatment room, the room assaulted his senses. Tech saw the lights, the bacta, and the chemicals. Everything in the room necessitated a moment for Tech to adjust. The roof and walls were off-white, while the room's floor was dull silver. There was medical equipment everywhere, including several bacta tanks and pods. Half a dozen beds occupy one side of the room, with five used by Clones or Phee Genoa. Tech immediately went to Phee's bed and sat with her. From what Tech could see, Phee was a mess. Phee only wore a medical robe and had bandages over most of her head. IVs stick out of several places in her left arm, her right arm fully bandaged, with more dressings likely covering a considerable portion of her body. Tech deduces Phee suffered severe burns. Phee's eyes flutter open, and she croaked, "Brown Eyes, you're alive," "Surprised?" Tech asked. "Kinda," Phee admitted, "From what the Wrecker said, you fell several hundred meters at least," "You can thank Plo Koon for saving me," Tech replied. "I'll thank him when I get a chance. I'm just glad you're alive," Phee smiled, which Tech slightly returned before he thought of something. "How did you wind up here? What happened?" Tech asked. Phee was hesitant. The events were still raw in her mind, and it hurt to recall everything. Tech gently took her good hand in his, then said, "Please, talk to me," Phee explained how Cid had, unknown to the squad, defected to the Empire and sold them out after they returned to Ord Mantell to save Omega's life. Phee continued with how Dr Hemlock had captured Omega, and then the Empire had returned to occupy Ord Mantell. Phee concluded with how she had learned about his death, how she had gone to Ord Mantell to confront Cid, and finally, how she wound up here when someone firebombed the Parlour. Tech felt a surge of anger as Phee explained everything. "And that is how I wound up here, staring at your handsome face," Phee teased, causing Tech to blush slightly. "T-thank you," Tech stammered, pushing down his newfound anger. Kix then appeared with them, "We've got to continue treatment, Tech. You're keeping us too long," "Oh, sorry," Tech stated as he stepped aside to allow Irala and Kix to wheel Phee into the operating theatre. Tech went to follow and got a look into the operating theatre. The floor, walls and ceiling were the same shades as the recovery ward. Medical equipment and Bacta Tanks dominated the back wall. A bed was in the middle of the theatre, lit by lights overhead. Medical equipment and life sign monitors dominated two entire walls. "What can I do to help?" Tech asked as Kix put Phee under anaesthesia. "What you can do is go and get the medication I'll need to treat Septic Shock," Kix growled. Tech recoiled in horror. Septic Shock. How had he not seen that Phee was slipping into it? "Alright," Tech said after his brain stopped jamming, and he finally registered what Kix told him. "I'll get the medication you need," Tech stated, adjusting his goggles as he spoke before heading back towards the recovery room, his stomach and intestines knotting painfully with guilt and confusion as he did so.

Once Tech reaches the cupboard, he tries to grab the medication but quickly realises he's having a panic attack. His breathing is short and sharp, and his chest is constricting. Realising this, he puts a hand on the cupboard and takes several deep breaths to calm down. As he does, he remembers Pabu and why he's here. He reassures himself that Phee will be OK if he gets the medication. After a few moments, Tech's heart rate calms down, and his chest, stomach and intestines loosen. Finally, he can focus again. He briefly searches through the cupboard and finds the medicine required. Tech returned to the operating theatre and found Irala and Kix arguing. "We need to treat the sepsis before we can put her in the bacta tank," Kix stated. "We do that, and Phee loses her arm at best. Her burns are bad enough that she needs to be in a bacta tank to treat it, or the Sepsis won't go away," Irala replied. Tech was confused by this argument. He gave Kix the medication, then remembered something Omega had mentioned during one of the times he'd treated her injuries.

Flashback: Omega and Tech were in the Havoc Marauder. The back room was warm and lit by a light in the ceiling. The scents of bacta and blood mixed as Tech strapped Omega's slashed forearm. The bacta bandage was smooth but slippery on his glove. Tech can hear his teammates discussing things in the other room and shallow breathing from Omega. Tech could sense Omega was in the early stages of shock. Sighing, he turned to her. "This bandage is the best we can do at the moment. You need a Bacta Tank to heal properly," Tech said. "You've done your best, Tech. And if you guys are OK with it, please stay with me while I'm in the tank, alright?" Omega asked. "Alright. But how are we going to check the progression of your healing?" Tech replied. "Well, Nala Se would put monitors on me while she tested on me or while I was in a Bacta Tank recovering," Omega replied. Once again, Tech felt that stab of anger course through him again at the Demagolka's name. "Eyeing your vital signs?" Tech asked. "Yes," Omega replied. "Alright. The nurses will want to keep an eye on your vital signs. Also, we won't help you change for obvious reasons," Tech said. "Privacy, I know. Don't worry, I'll handle that myself with the doctors," Omega replied.

End Flashback: "Can I interrupt for a moment?" Tech asked. It was enough for Irala and Kix to stop arguing and look at him. "Why not both? You can monitor Phee's vital signs while she's in the Bacta Tank," Tech suggested. They looked to Tech in astonishment. "How do you know that?" Irala asked. "Nala Se did that to Omega, your non-age accelerated counterpart," Tech replied, looking at Irala, who nodded. "Irala, get other workers. Tech, help me transfer Phee to this board, and then we'll bind her so she doesn't slide off. Alright?" Kix demanded. "Alright," Tech replied, and as Irala departed to find others, Tech assisted Kix in moving Phee to a special yellow board and binding her to it. Soon, Irala returns with three other doctors, and the sextet carefully transfers Phee to a Bacta Tank. Carefully, Tech, Kix and Irala lower Phee into the tank. The other three doctors carefully bind the board to the back of the tank to secure Phee's position. Afterwards, Tech and Kix attach IVs and monitors to Phee to ensure proper treatment. "Well done, Tech. Good work," Kix said, clapping Tech on the shoulder. "I'm just glad she's going to be OK," Tech replied. "You can stay around here or return to your room. I'll tell you when the treatment is complete," Irala said. "I think I'll stay in the recovery room," Tech replied, "You probably need this room anyway," "Well, we never know when we'll need it, so that's for the best," Kix replied. Tech returns to the recovery room while Irala and Kix watch Phee.

Twelve hours later, Kix and Irala remove Phee from the Bacta Tank and move her into a bed, the bacta having treated the Sepsis and burns. It was another eight hours, however, before Phee awoke. Tech, who had been scrolling on his datapad while sitting next to Phee. Immediately, he put his datapad away and turned to face her. "How are you feeling?" Tech asked. "Sore, but OK otherwise," Phee replied, her voice raspy from disuse. "Listen, Phee. I'm sorry I offended you in our last conversation before we left for Eriadu. I was distracted, ensuring everything was ready for the mission. Can you forgive me?" Tech said, sighing as a guilty shadow crossed his features. Phee gently caressed Tech's face and replied, "I forgive you, Brown Eyes. There's something I'd like to know," "What is it?" Tech asked, gently removing her hand from his face and taking it in his own. "Tell me how your brain works. I can tell it works differently from your brothers, alright?" Phee replied, smiling gently. "I will. We'll have plenty of time before my brothers rescue us," Tech replied. "I hope they know you're alive and we're here," Phee said. "If they don't know now, they'll find out. They'll find out you're missing, at least. Hopefully, they know I'm alive too," Tech replied.

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multifanderwrites · 3 months

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{Jedi Council Meeting Room}

(New year, new look for the Jedi Council. Oh, and not everyone is actually here, by the way. Jedi Masters Plo Koon and Ki-Adi Mundi are currently serving off world, hence the reason why they’re calling in via holograms. Anakin stands in the middle of the room. Katniss is still his backer, so she’s present for this meeting as well. Oh, and Obi-Wan- Apologies. Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, who currently sits in his own chair as one of the members of the Jedi Council, is still being backed by the duo of Shadowhunters who have been beside him since the start of their mission. However, they have no chairs on the esteemed Jedi Council. You know, since they’re not Jedi? But they definitely know something is up. Because there’s two empty seats here. That’s… a little suspicious. But we’ll get there eventually. Anyway, take it away, Jedi Grandmaster Yoda) “Allow this appointment lightly, the Council does not. Disturbing is this move by Chancellor Palpatine.”

(Anakin nods) “I understand.” [oh, honey. I am so sorry for what’s coming]

(Katniss catches Jace in the corner of her eye. He’s visibly tense, almost like he’s bracing himself for something) *Master Windu OC* “You are on this Council…” (Clary notices her brother (?) tensing up too) “… but we do not grant you the rank of Master.”

(Anakin squints, looks at Master Windu in disbelief) “What?”

(Jace has gotten more uncomfortable now) *mumbling* “Jesus Christ.”

(Anakin looks around at the members of the Council. He makes eye contact with Obi-Wan, who says absolutely nothing to his apprentice. This, of course, makes the young Jedi knight more upset) [we have another meme, everybody. But at what cost? I mean, come on] “How can you do this? This is outrageous. It’s unfair. How can you be on the Council and not be a Master?”

(And that’s why Jace was cringing. But now everyone is! Well… not everyone. Actually… horrified looks from everyone in the room. The only person who doesn’t have a horrified look is…) [again, another meme. But yet again, I pose the question: at what cost?! 😭] *samuel l. Jackson intensifies* “Take a seat, young Skywalker.”

(Anakin is not proud of his outburst. However, he’s still hurt by the fact that his appointment onto the Jedi Council is essentially a sham. He bows and simply says…) “Forgive me, Master.”

(As Anakin goes to one of the empty seats, Clary steps forward. She doesn’t care if she’s being disrespectful. She’s simply defending the young man who’s not being treated as an equal. She looks Master Windu in the face and says…) “You’re kidding, right?”

“Miss Fairchild, the Council is limited on time. We-“

“No! No, I don’t have to listen to you! I’m not in your space wizard cult!” [Clary? Honey? You’re smarter than this. What are you doing??] “You guys just embarrassed him! Isn’t he the Chosen One?!”

(Master Windu can sense the rage in the redhead) “Clarissa-“

“What about the padawan that Anakin had?! He had an apprentice, right?!”

(Jace is extremely uncomfortable right now, just wants to leave) “That’s- That’s not how it works.”

(Clary has forgotten who she’s defending… and yet, it doesn’t seem to matter anymore. And Anakin himself is a little surprised that he’s being defended by Clary, since she’s never shown much affection towards him) “Oh, let’s talk about the other chair! What’s the story about the-“

(Jace is done. He’s done with this show, so he steps over to his sister (?) and grabs her. He ignores her as she tries to fight him off) “Master Jedi… I’d like to apologize on behalf of my sister for wasting your very limited time. However, she did raise an important point.” (Nods to the second chair) “It’s just… there.” (Oh) “It’s for his backer.”

(Katniss shakes her head) “No.”

(Yoda is not surprised to hear Katniss’s disdain) “Required by law, you are. Stay with your ward, you must-“

“And I can do that just fine where I am. If I need to sit, I’ll-“

(Obi-Wan speaks up for the first time since the beginning of this scene) “Katniss, that is quite enough! Sit down next to Anakin please.”

[uhh… I did not realize how many references to the Arrowverse shows I’d be making throughout this campaign/ storyline. But here we are. And no, Katniss did not have a run in with the Rainbow Raider… but did you get that reference?] *it’s giving “Caitlin, I’m not Ronnie. You gotta stop treating me like I am”* “Obi-Wan, I’m not your apprentice. I don’t have to do anything you say. I’m tired of-“

*yes, you fucking are… also, emphatically* “Katniss! Sit down.”

(Stewing, Katniss sits down in the chair next to her brother. With absolutely no dialogue, we know that Clary Fray has been banned from attending any more gatherings of the Jedi Council. Jace takes her out of the room, allowing the members to conduct their business in peace. The tension is high, though) *Master Mundi, in hologram* “We have surveyed all systems in the Republic, but have found no sign of General Grevious.”

“Hiding in the Outer Rim, Grevious is. The outlying systems, you must sweep.”

(Obi-Wan reminds the Grandmaster…) “We do not have many ships to spare.”

[he said it. He said the thing] *Master Mundi, in hologram* “What about the droid attack on the Wookiees?”

[Katniss, you are going to love the Wookiees] *mouthing* “Wookiees?”

“It is critical we send an attack group there immediately.”

“He’s right. It’s a system we cannot afford to lose.”

(A moment before…) [and another meme, folks!] “Go, I will. Good relations with the Wookiees, I have.”

(Windu nods) “It’s settled then. Yoda will take a battalion of clones to reinforce the Wookiees on Kashyyyk. May the Force be with us all.”

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#the Mixiverse #Star Wars #Anakin skywalker #Hayden Christensen #Katniss Everdeen #fanfiction #clary fray #jace herondale #jace wayland #lily collins #jamie campbell bower #mace windu #obi wan kenobi #yoda #prequel memes #revenge of the sith

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dukeoftheblackstar · 9 months

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Come Away With Me

Summary: N/A [I want you to read this and figure it out yourself @amorfista ♥] Edit: I was gonna put something here, but nah. You got this babe!

Pairing: Me and my husband, Plo. You and yo husband, Savage.

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: Not telling. KTNXBAI. Edit: Angst / Fluff

Notes: I couldn’t write for Savage because I know very little of him apart from what I got from you. But I trust how you draw him, trust how you speak of him, trust even the insecurities that make you crumble about him; I trust you. Trust. ~ Many thanks to @botherbother-blog because I also needed quick consult over Savage ♥ Appreciate it, my friend! ♥

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: Me - because babe, I have no self-control and I wanna be part of this because I made it for you? ilsym ♥ Red: Also me because still, no self-control omfg? Blue: You ♥ Green: Thoughts, You ♥ Yellow: Savage Opress Purple: Song ♥

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

Thank you for being unapologetically you ♥

So please play this first because I will be so angry if you didn't ♥ - I want you to be upset first because omg, babe need you to be conflicted? Because I can't carry the pain of it all? Because I'm just genuinely unhinged as a default? - Okay, done? Good. Now, pull up the second song, set it on loop and then die with meeeeeeeeeeeee ♥ Please play this in loop ♥

“Have we a deal, sunshine?”

It would have been a full-on collision if the 212th was among the 501st and 104th raining heavily from all possible entryways of the cavernous haven that held the crowned princes captive — entourage had been wiped clean by the Republic’s finest. The unsung hunter with an idle rifle lax on her side had sashayed her way past scouts and troops that now chatter in doubt whether they have procured tampered intel from a now deemed incredulous source, or they have been bested by elusion.

“Come on big boy, Mommy doesn’t have all day. Well — she does but, you know what I mean.”

The timing couldn’t even be more perfect as distant howling from wolves stalked and seeped through cracks in between boulders piled over. The choice was simple; escape with a ‘yes’ or die with a ‘no’ — never anything in between.

He didn’t have to say anything after a very audible scoff — now whether that was directed at the huntress, the situation at bay, or the fact that a very disgruntled Maul paced impatiently and seethed so horrendously that it was, as the huntress would often say ‘sus-vibes’.

“Count to three, always three — never more, never less, yes?”

Pleased beyond compare, she tossed two small chip-like devices with singular buttons that beeped in unison; one in vibrant tangerine and the other of coy periwinkle. As they vanish in comparison to the striped palms that cradled them like fragile glass, the huntress takes a step forward and gently taps his cheek thrice; always three — never more, never less.

“Tangie (tangerine) go boom, Peri (periwinkle) go zoom.”

And just as she said and slithered through a makeshift tunnel and up onto the sandy grains, she clicked her ankles twice and activated the thrusters — watching the sparks ignite that needed one more tap to get it going; always three — never more, never less.

***

“You’ve surely outdone yourself, P. I have to say, I’m digging the vibe.” “High praise, high praise.” “Hey! That’s not very Kel Dor of you. You’re supposed to say something regal and … proper.” “...”

“...” “Well, go on. Don’t keep me hanging, babylove.” “Very well.” Plo clears his throat and procures a very dignified baritone response. “Exalted preeminence…?” “Babe, you know that was shit, right?” “Language, my sweet. But yes, that was indeed…” Plo merely sighed, nodded and backed away. “Now come along, my darling.”

***

Come away with me in the night

And so he finds you again, laying in the designated cot under the comfort of your own insecurities.

“Hey. You stop that now or I will come get you myself and break every horn on his head.”

You laughed, at least you thought you did — willed yourself to believe in the lie that you’ve woven with such grace that it would put kings and queens to shame; the same lie you’ve meticulously etched upon every touch, every breath, every thought, every word that would always fall upon deaf ears. Not because they refused to listen, but because you knew that even the faintest of whispers would be too loud.

— too. damn. loud.

So you deny yourself in fear of becoming more than the encumbered weight upon shoulders that have already sagged from the avoirdupois of the galaxy itself; repulsed by the conundrum of hate and love in the same sentence that you’ve starved yourself of and from his anger, that you have surrendered yourself to the role of dirt — a maid droid with some, at best, questionable information that would endure Maul’s relentlessness that Savage would always make sure he would never cross a line.

“I mean it, babe. I will break all his kriffin’ horns and grind —”

You can’t help but wonder if gratitude is enough; you accept it under the premise that they stay with you — or that they allow you to stay with them. To be given that privilege, to bask in their greatness; to worship him and all encompassing him — to surrender in hopes of a morsel of trust, if not affection.

“I’m fine — I promise! Please, just… Go faff over Plo or something.”

You laughed, at least you thought you did — willed yourself to believe that this was your resplendent point of no return; that this was the grandiose moment in which you would liberate yourself from the shackles you’ve adorned like fine jewelry to match the king himself.

That maybe if you had been as beautiful as he is; had painted your nails at a point, had bruised your lips with the finest rouge, or have held your hair in a seductive knot that bore not only your skin but the desolation of your soul with each passing moment that you’ve shed tears that would just… not… stop.

That maybe if you had presented yourself or have written a masterpiece with an allure so potent, trust would have fallen so callously upon sweet hands for the taking. That maybe if you had a better hold on emotions that spilled with such rawness, you would not have wept so much and had offered joy — not this.

This…. This painful existence has made you doubt every reason to linger. That beyond how much you might love him, there is no longer any cause to continue this charade — this unnerving circus of a concept that for him to be angry, for him to bestow upon you this carnal need of fury, he would first have to care about you.

That maybe…

“We leave in half an hour. Prepare yourself.”

And you indeed do as you’re told; prepare yourself devoid of candor that you’ve stayed true to your purpose — a maid droid with some, at best, questionable information that would endure Maul’s relentlessness that Savage would always make sure he would never cross a line. But at this moment, it was only Savage.

Savage who needed something, anything; a massage, a clean up, food, a pilot — something, anything, everything but you.

***

“Borrowed.” Heavy like fluids that taint your cheeks with salt, his voice rumbles, but soft? — soft like velvet ribbons that knot quaintly around your neck as you board a smaller ship. You nodded, tugged by the galvanic tune of his voice that drew your feet onto the ramp and your hand — heavens, your hand, your beautiful, blessed hand that had touched me with such divinity that it revealed the sacrilegious tenderness of your heart. Your beautiful, delicate, exquisite heart that I would die for — that honors each passing second to be called a friend. [ I love you ♥ I’m such a sap! ]

Maker, break me — smite me from where I stand for there is no place in the vastness of the galaxy do they belong other than upon his.

Come away with me in the nightCome away with me

“Careful.”

With her heart? Like come on, Savage. You gotta put in the work, babe!

He’s held your hand once before, right? When fingers brushed as you served him sustenance while Maul hissed on the side like a proper untrusting ball of fiery rage, glaring daggers at Savage who held onto his saber. You’ve brushed upon stern shoulders and arms when the wound needed cleaning and or the mechanical contraption failed to accommodate an angle — just as you have, but once, placed upon the sweetest kiss of your fingertips along the broken crown that did very little to diminish the sovereign he has on you while you applied whatever it was that made him groan, grunt, and sigh some few nights ago.

When he had taken you by the wrists because you’ve flown far too close to the sun — now whether it was the liquid gold of his entirety or the kindled orbs of his soul, it had been all but a blur.

And I will write you a songCome away with me on a bus

“Are…. Are you comfortable?” And once more, that velveteen ribbon had knotted even tighter, forcing you to swallow what little life you had left, what little dignity you thought should have been robbed of you. And so you do as you always do, starve.

Come away where they can't tempt us with their lies

“Yes, my lord.” Fallen from grace, hazel meets the silver flooring of the ship — hands seek straps to bury yourself in the comfort of the chair, distancing yourself from tempestuous Gods of Celestia who a friend had devoted her nights to pray for you, of you, to you, with you, always and a day as she says.

[ Yes, it be me, bestie ♥ I pray you for and happy things ♥ ]

And I want to walk with you On a cloudy day

“Auroras.” The journey was silent, never loud with Savage — never, only with Maul. And indeed, Auroras — a burst of lights mangled by a plethora of colors that had painted the sky of fine blues and purples, of greens and pinks, tangies (tangerine) and peries (periwinkle), but never a shade finer than the sun that glimmered on the very face that had consumed you — mind, body, heart, and soul; never a finer shade indeed.

In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high

And now there were emeralds before your feet; fine, lush virescent fields of a vacant park that overlooked a river of sorts and mud. And beyond, by where lonely rivers flow to sea, to the open arms of the sea, is a table with a pair of chairs.

Your friend had always told you that the Gods of Celestia are always unkind to those who are — unkind to the kind. It had always baffled you how truly kriffed up Celestian Law is, but you weren’t one so it didn’t matter.

You were happy to have a friend — no matter how much of an unhinged bitch she is and how much she thirsted for a certain Kel Dor Master Jedi to an unhealthy degree.

But you adore her, adore her with all your heart as you’ve told her aplenty — and in turn, she adores you more than you could ever best her.

She adores you enough to lie and claim she’d draw you but ends up writing a sappy fic because she has absolutely no self-control and cannot draw for shit and her self-insert game be too damn strong even for herself.

And so we carry on.

So won't you try to come

Unforgiving were the short gusts of wind that blew locks of hazel over your face that had seemingly pulled you into arms lean and muscular, yet gentle. The same pull that drew the sun back into your smaller frame and a marked fingers sprawled to caress your face with such a dignified stroke, it had called upon the stray locks to twine in between and be lulled to the back of your head.

His gaze lingered — so did yours.

And whatever it was, be it the Force that trembled the sovereign before you or the Gods of Celestia drawn to this magnificent spectacle that happens to be observed by a distant figure of a Kel Dor frame with his talons mindful over the muffled screams of the aforementioned, unhinged Celestian woman, who flailed her arms high enough for you to smile.

Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop

And again, before the crude interruption of the intruders, whatever it was, be it the Force that trembled the sovereign before you or the Gods of Celestia drawn to this magnificent spectacle, it happened.

Just. Like. That.

Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you

Lips so silken and laced with release that you felt your body quiver as it bestowed upon you the highest form of opulent gratification— as if his lips were either Midas’ touch of gold from lore of childhood or one of all deities that hail the sun had confounded it’s fiery blaze of passion upon your supple, sweet lips.

And I want to wake up with the rain Falling on a tin roof

The scent of pine resin permeating the air, the symphonic cacophony of birds that glided over the small city of your homeworld, the pitter-patter and click of silly, little river crabs that assaulted the tablecloth so vehemently that it had drawn Savage’s gaze to the creature before turning to address to the approaching couple.

[ Sorry babe, you ain’t making out with Savage if I’m not making out with Plo. Fair trade ♥ ]

They bore plates and trays of food; an assortment of anything unfamiliar to both Kel Dor and Zabrak — only to you and this bitch who decided to walk in when the kissing was happening.

Plo, unprompted and perhaps as evenly an emotional wreck as your friend — one could only speculate seeing his enigmatic allure is brought upon by his antiox mask; placed a rather assuring hand over Savage’s shoulder and an approving squeeze.

“Please enjoy.” Plo Koon would say, offering a delightful nod as you and Savage took to your seats. “I will see to it that your dinner remains unperturbed.”

You could help but laugh as you watched the Master Jedi take your friend by the waist and haul her over his shoulder. You would have commented but he had bested you with an amused tone. “Forgive my primitive manner of doing so, as it is a necessity.”

While I'm safe there in your arms

You hear your friend whine and beg for, as she calls it, ‘five minutes of tea’ — to which Plo Koon sighed with such resignation over the fact that this mode of ‘disposing’ nuisance (your overly eager friend), had brought him to a defeated and compromising position.

[ Yes, babes. We getting lucky tonight ♥ LOL ]

“A… dire… necessity.” Plo trails off, patting your friend’s rear three times. And somewhere, somehow, you find yourself in chorus with the Master Jedi.

“Always three — never more, never less.” “Always three — never more, never less.”

As the couple departed, your smile never fading, Savage calls to you.

So all I ask is for you

Not by 'you' or 'hey'. But calls to you. Speaks your name with so much reverence and warmth you feel it in your chest — so much that your own called upon yourself and placed a hand over your heart.

To come away with me in the night

"(insertnamehere). Will you... Come away with me?"

#♝#disclaimer:#I did not proof read this #I haven't slept but omg it's so worth it because I enjoyed writing it so much ♥

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wingletblackbird · 2 years

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Anakin's ingratitude?

In a recent exchange on Quora the fallen Anakin Skywalker, or rather the newly dubbed Darth Vader was described as "treacherous, murderous and ungrateful".

Of course, there is no doubt about the first two. He did indeed end up turning on Jedi and murdering many people. The part that I questioned however, was the assertion that he was ungrateful.

In answer, I think I asked what the Jedi ever did for him, and the answer was something along the lines of "Why are you even asking that? They gave him a sense of community and purpose..." alongside several other things. I don't see that. Now don't get me wrong, Anakin had many faults, but in all of my viewings of the prequels (and the Clone Wars series I've recently began watching), I honestly do no believe ingratitude was among them.

Did the Jedi give Anakin a sense of purpose and community that he shunned in his ingratitude? No, I believe they did not do either.

Going back to The Phantom Menace, Anakin, a sweet and friendly child of 9 stated outright that the reason he wanted to be a Jedi was "to help people".

That was his sole ambition. He did not want to be Jedi for selfish reasons, or for his own self-aggrandizement, but because he thought they were great heroes who went around righting wrong and helping others.

This is evidenced in several places throughout the movie, and what is also evident is the desire to help people was not something that the Jedi gave Anakin.

He already strove to help others as much as he could, even before becoming a Jedi. It was a sense of purpose he already had.

Shortly after we first meet him in TPM he helps Jar Jar Binks get away from Sebulba, who was poised to attack the Gungun. Binks was an almost total stranger to Anakin at that point.

He helped him because he new Sebulba to be a bully and a cheat, and that anyone he turned on prbably didn't deserve it. The next thing we see is him leading a group of strangers around the town, apparently buying them food, and offering to take them into his home when a sandstorm blows up. One of the clearest statements of Anakin's helpful and self-giving nature, however, is that even after learning that Qui Gon Jinn did not come to Tatooine with the intent of freeing slaves, he still decides to help him anyway. He says to his mother "Mom, you're always saying the problem in this universe is that nobody helps each other"

Anakin then proceeds to take part in the pod race, purely with the intent of helping Qui Gon to get the parts he needs to repair his ship. He did not do it with the intent of gaining his freedom or becoming a Jedi. He didn't even learn that he'd gained his freedom until afterwards, and it was his mother who persuaded Qui Gon to take him off Tatooine, discussing the matter with him when Anakin was not even there.

This makes it clear that, long before arriving on Coruscant or standing before the Jedi Countil, helping other people was very important to Anakin. It was a sense of purpose that he always had, and one which never left him. Throughout the Clone Wars series, and several times in the movies, Anakin goes out of his way to help his friends and colleagues when they are in trouble, even to the point of ignoring the objectives of missions.

He even helps people who are not directly his friends. In an early Episode of The Clone Wars he creatively interprets an order to join the Jedi fleet to go and help Master Plo Koon. He does so because he can see that his Padawan Ahsoka Tano is very upset by the suggestion that they should just abandon her oldest friend. What about a sense of community? This is where I really disagree. Anakin never fitted into the Jedi, even as a child. He was always different. He always stood out. He became a Padawan much later than anyone else, he was from the Outer Rim, and he had a lot of emotional baggage. Furthermore, he only became a Jedi as a result of the dying wish of the maverick Qui Gon Jinn and the defiance of his Padawan Obi Wan Kenobi. (I have often wondered that if a less controversial Jedi than Jinn has discovered Anakin, would the Council have been more accepting of him, but that's another question). He also stood in the Jedi Academy as a child as a result of his powers and considerable natural talent. This tended to attract the attention of other children: and not in a good way.

Compare this to his childhood before becoming a Jedi. On Tatooine he had friends. He was apparently well-known and well-liked in his local community, with one of his nieghbours calling him by his nickname "Ani". This despite being a slave. It is reasonable I think to say that he had more of a sense of belonging an community on his homeworld than he ever did as a Jedi.

I can't think of any friends he had as close as Kitster in the Jedi Academy. In fact, he doesn't seem to have been close to anyone except his Master who was some 16 years his senior. As a result of this he became isolated and withdrawn. Since I joined Tumblr, and began reading this blog (and others like it, for example Padawanlost), I've become more convinced of my belief that in his 13 years among the Jedi what Anakin (and others) endured was nothing short of abuse. Emotional, psychological and spiritual abuse. This may seem a controversial idea, but I would urge those who are unconvinced to read some of the pieces on this blog which go into the specifics. Including "A Nurturing Environment", This is not to say the Jedi were intentionally abusive, to Anakin or anyone. Abuse does not have to be intentional, it can happen when a group or organization become so set in their ways that practices which are unhealthy or have negative outcomes become the normal, accepted way of doing things.

"We've always done it that way, it works for almost everyone, why should we change?" I believe that is what the response of the Jedi would have been to any such assertion. Again, they really believed they were doing the right thing and had everyone's best interests at heart, but they had also become state in in their hive mentality did not realize that people are different.

I do believe though that the approach and practices of hte Jedi proved immensely damaging to Anakin, as a person with childhood trauma and perhaps severe mental health issues. Even as an adult, he often had to defy or bend the rules to help people, and sometimes even openly go against the Council to do what he felt was right.

Even when this happened, even when he did help others, it was always tinged with guilt. Anakin always believed because he did not fit in there must be something wrong with him. That his motives, opinions or desires were somehow bad.

There's also some evidence to suggest hat with the exceptions of Obi Wan Kenobi and Ahsoka Tano, he never really considered the Jedi to be his family. Apart from these two, is is never really shown to have consistently positive or friendly interactions with other Jedi: and even his relationship with Kenobi is tense at times. They certainly didn't treat him as such, and he considered leaving for some years. "I know how it feels, to want to walk away from the Jedi" Anakin says in a (resigned?) tone to Ahsoka Tano at the end of Series 5 of the Clone Wars. These were not the words of a person who was happy in the Jedi. He stayed mostly because he felt he had a duty to the Republic as long as the Clone Wars lasted, and because he felt he could do good. This situation is summed up in this quite from Dave Filoni: I think it’s an important thing because a lot of people, when they watch the movie, they go, “Well how can he turn his back on these people? They’re like a family to him.” But when you give the greater context of this series, you see, “Well, it might be a family, but the family doesn’t trust him. The family doesn’t believe in him fully. The family often isn’t as much a family as Palpatine is a grandfather.”

I think then, it is safe to assume that Anakin was not ungrateful. He remained loyal to the Jedi for 13 years, even though in some sense the Jedi never really wanted him as a person. They wanted him for what he could do for them, as the Chosen One.

They left his mother in slavery.

They told him he could not rescue her. Or Ahsoka when she too was lost.

They put him in the most dangerous missions during the Clone Wars despite his young age and lower rank.

They asked him to commit treason, all the while denying the rank of Master.

They told him to trust their judgement when Ahsoka was framed, even though this judgement proved to be wrong.

and finally told him to let his wife and unborn child die.

Anakin probably would not have said it, but he really didn't have much to be grateful to the Jedi for. Even for that though, we still see him apologizing to Obi Wan in Revenge of the Sith for not always being appreciative.

#Good analysis

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nawilla · 2 years

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Fic Excerpt: Qui-Gon explains why he doesn’t attend Obi-Wan’s lightsaber tournaments

“You make a point of not attending. What is so important that you can’t be bothered to attend for your apprentice’s sake?” [Feemor said.]

Qui-Gon was quiet for a long time.

“Qui-Gon?”

“Tahl,” he said at last.

Feemor’s tone abruptly gentled. “What does Master Tahl have to do with this?”

Qui-Gon took a deep breath, then released it, gathering his thoughts. “I can count on one hand the number of Jedi who are better than me with a saber.” He held up his hand, ticking those Jedi off on his fingers. “Master Dooku. Plo Koon on a good day.”

Feemor looked slightly bemused. “Master Yoda?”

“He got old.”

“Master Drallig?”

“A challenging opponent, but not better than me.”

“Master Windu?”

“Ha,” Qui-Gon laughed ruefully. “Definitely not.”

Feemor looked him over carefully. “What about Xan?” he asked quietly.

For a moment, Qui-Gon seemed stunned by the question. “Xan? Well,” he sighed deeply. “I was looking forward to the day he would be my equal and then surpass me before he turned to the Dark Side of the Force. Fortunately, he passed into the Force before that day came to fruition.”

Feemor glanced at Qui-Gon’s hand, two fingers still raised. “And why are you telling me this very short list then?”

Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. “Because Tahl should be on it, and she isn’t because she is dead.”

Feemor was quiet for a moment, taking this in. “And Obi-Wan? Will he surpass you?” He was realistic about his own talents.

“No.”

“So, you refuse to attend Obi-Wan’s saber matches because Tahl died?”

“I refuse to attend any saber matches, not just Obi-Wan’s. Tahl was a brilliant swordswoman, even after she blinded. And she loved the annual saber tournaments, not only for her padawans, but to participate in herself. When she died, all the joy in it left me. I still find joy and serenity in the salle, in katas, in sparring, but she was such a presence in the tournaments, and she is gone. I’m not going to subject myself to her conspicuous absence just so my adult padawan can get a participation ribbon.”

“A third-place ribbon,” Feemor corrected. “In the Junior Knight Division. They don’t give out beads there. Didn’t you ever notice him wearing a placement bead before he was moved up?”

“No.” Qui-Gon leaned back in his chair. He would much rather be cuddling with his mate than continuing this discussion, but his mate was still upset with him, and such intimacy would be unwelcome right now. “If he ever received one, he never wore it in front of me. He knows I put no stock in his performance there.”

“Is it possible that you can’t think of any of your padawan’s accomplishments because you are deliberately ignoring them?” Feemor asked. “You pay no heed if his classes and grades, you don’t attend the saber tournaments, and the only person evaluating your missions is you. Do you see how you might be losing credibility with the Padawan Council? It’s not as if they don’t have access to the records.”

Qui-Gon scowled. “That is a good point. I suppose I was ill-prepared for the meeting.”

#fic excerpt #star wars #qui-gon jinn #feemor #love & Indifference sequel

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kittystargen3 · 1 year

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Summary: A time traveling Grandmaster, to the Prequel Era, trying to fix the mistakes the Jedi made, and get rid of a certain Sith too. Only Time Travel is not that easy, as Yoda will soon learn.

I've updated Time Travel: To the Past Yoda Goes today. Below is only a small snippet. Go to the links above to read more.

Chapter 50 - The Padawan Who Almost Failed

“Where did he go?” Obi-Wan looked pale.

Qui-Gon put his hand on his Padawan’s shoulder. They had both watched in shock as Mace announced Anakin’s loss by a foul. A bad call. He was already planning words he would say to Mace the next time they spoke.

But now Obi-Wan was worried and he looked like he was about to faint. “He won’t talk to me. He’s blocked our bond completely.”

Qui-Gon knew how that felt. Before he could offer his sympathies, Siri spoke up. “He’s probably just worried about how you’ll react. Remember when you were that young, Master Jinn’s opinion was like the Force to you.”

“Oh really?” Qui-Gon tapped his ego down when he realized, in this moment, neither of them would appreciate his sense of humor. “I’m sure Siri is right. You know what, we'll go looking for him. I’ll go up to the atriums and look there. Siri, why don’t you search the classrooms and…”

“Oh, could I help?” Plo asked. They just stood there looking at him, so in a moment he added, “Master Windu asked me to help you. He was sorry he had to make that ruling. It wasn’t his idea.”

“Really?” Qui-Gon eyed Plo looking for a hint of deception. When he was satisfied it was true, as far as Master Koon knew, he sighed. “Plo, you can look in the west wing of the Temple. Siri searches the classrooms in the east. Obi-Wan will go back to his quarters.” Obi-Wan shook his head. No, he might go back there,” Qui-Gon finished.

Suddenly, he felt someone tug at his robe from below. He looked down to see one of Anakin’s friends. The one with green highlights in his hair. “Master Jinn, sir. You should look in the Hangar bay too.” Qui-Gon cocked his head to the side to listen. “Ani likes to go there to work on the engines when he gets upset.”

“Thank you. I certainly will.” The youngling bowed and turned to go back to where he had been waiting with the others.

Qui-Gon turned back to the others, and they all were nodding in agreement with their assignments.

***

“Anakin, Anakin! Qui-Gon poked his head into one room, then the next, looking for his grand-padawan. He’d already searched the grand Atrium, and not finding him there, he decided to look in the smaller meditation rooms in the halls surrounding it. “Anakin, Oh I’m sorry.” He apologized when a knight dropped out of a meditation. “Have you seen Initiate Skywalker?”

“Hmmf, not here,” was the reply.

Qui-Gon bowed, then continued on to the next room. Nothing was there. Soon he reached the end of the hall. ‘Hmm,’ he thought. ‘I was sure Anakin would be here. He loves coming here with me.’ Qui-Gon looked down and remembered young Anakin being there. They would use the Jedi archives to look up the names of the planets and stars they saw through the telescopes. Anakin would get really excited when they found a new star.

“One day, I’m going to see them all,” his memory of Anakin was saying. Then Qui-Gon remembered young Alex’s advice from earlier.

“The Hangar!” He exclaimed. Then he turned and ran. The Hangar was on the other end of the upper floor to the Temple, so it was in Qui-Gon’s wing to search....

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spacelizzbian · 1 year

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This has probably been said a million times already but the animation is so gorgeous

Ooh, a muder mystery!

Should not have spoken so soon, the senator obviously did it.

I find it somewhat strange Mace is this stingant on rules seeing as one of his most memorable moments in the movies is forgoing all the rules to take direct action and kill Palpatine. Though I guess this is a much less high stakes situation. But come on, where is his empathy?

That move with the tree was so sick

Okay, starting of your plan to blackmail your senator in not being a pos by killing a Jedi was not it mate. Were they planning on lying throughout any investigation into her murder? To other Jedi even??

Are all the Dooku shorts going to be about abiding strictly by rules set by fallible people is a breeding ground for corruption? Cause I'm here for it.

Though I wish we'd get more on other Jedi struggeling with this duality, cause they're really making the Jedi Order out to be some chumps and not you know... people put in a difficult situation between their duty to people and a duty to order.

Of course you don't agree with his methods, his method was ensuring he'd get caught instantly 💀

It is kind of funny to watch Dooku be so upset at all the corruption knowing he'll align himself with the likes of the fucking Trade Federation later all the while commiting several war crimes. I get it though, I'd also crave murder if my job required me to always take the high road no matter what.

That being said, the way he is so quick to draw his lightsaber and look for confrontation as a solution is so reckless. It's interesting how he's so alike to Anakin in that way. It's also hilarious since they are future worsties

Love how Plo Koon always has clone gauntlets, even several decades before the clones are even a thing

That last shot though 👌👌

#tales of the jedi #dooku #windu #liveblog #s1ep3 #these dooku eps are really juicy stuff #suprising amount of stuff to unpack for 15 minute shorts #lizzz makes a post

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slightlysuspect · 2 years

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Council Meeting

The Jedi Council calls its first meeting with all 12 council members. Along the way, Anakin runs into Master Billaba and her Padawan Caleb Dume.

"Master Billaba hey! How ya been?" What? Why did I say that. I could've just not. Nonetheless I now find myself in this conversation.

She provides me with a quick smirk and says, "Master Skywalker, always a pleasure. Have you met my Padawan Caleb Dume?"

I see a confident looking boy who's got the same smirk on his face as his master. "Hey what's up kid?"

"I am no child." the kid's voice is unsettlingly deep. He's visibly upset about my statement.

"Of course not, I meant no offense." What is this manchild?

Master Billaba cuts in, "Caleb please do not let him aggravate you."

"What? I didn't aggravate him." I say. "He came at me."

"I did not!" the kid says. "My name's Caleb."

"I'm trying to be nice." I say.

"Well I'm not." The kid says. He reaches for his hilt.

"Caleb Dume!" Master Billaba says. Immediately the kid loses his composure.

"No I am a Master and a teacher. I sense a warrior's spirit in young Caleb here, and I happily accept his challenge if he would see it through." I wait to see what the kid will do.

"It is not the Jedi way." He begins to turn away.

"Sure thing kid." Immediately he strikes. No doubt some would be caught off guard by his agility. I immediately take into my left handed stance and block the blow. This is perfect. I wanted to work on my new form with a worthy opponent.

"Caleb!" Master Billaba screams.

"I appreciate the gall to make the move." I tell him. "But can you back it up?" I let him push into an offensive stance. As I defended against him I really developed a disdain for my inverted Form V technique. I need to break it down further. We must begin with Form I and work from there. I start mixing in some of the Form I strikes, and I'm pleased to see that Dume is defending nicely. I move aggressively and he parries.

"Good." I say. "You are very talented young Dume."

"Unacceptable!" Master Billaba says. "Caleb enough! Stop projecting your feelings! Losing your Master is not Master Skywalker's fault!"

The kid sighs and retracts his blade. "I'm sorry Master. I let my emotions get the best of me."

"There's nothing wrong with sparring if it helps." I say. I get the impression Master Billaba disagrees.

"We are peacekeepers not warriors." She says. "You youths who have only fought in the Clone Wars had better learn to adapt. You who thinks you can wield a lightsaber to solve all of your problems. You who thinks that your great success serving the Republic Army means you know something." She turns away and brings Caleb with her. "My apologies Master Skywalker, teaching you is not my place. May The Force Be With You."

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Ahhh this meeting just will not end. We've been deliberating in the council chamber for hours, and have discussed essentially nothing. We just constantly go in this circle of distrusting the Republic.

"My most immediate concern is the appointment of Orn Free Taa as Chancellor." Obi-wan says. "The man doesn't hold a single independent value, and will always take the most profitable side."

"Not to mention he's spent his whole political career as Palpatine's puppet." Windu says. "His leadership is dangerous. He cannot be allowed to hold the position."

"Well what would you have us do to stop him?" Madame Jocasta asks. "The parliament is not eager to be rid of him."

"Yes all the corporate Senators support him completely." Master Allie chimes in. "How do we influence the Senate without provoking them?"

"With most delicate negotiation." Plo Koon says. "We need someone who can speak firmly with a deft tongue."

"Would the Senate take our rhetoric seriously?" Master Mundi asks. "They do not think of us as people they must listen to."

"So then we do nothing?" Kenobi asks. "Orn Free Taa will corrupt the Republic to the core if left unchecked!"

As we begin the circle once more I find myself losing patience. "If Orn Free Taa is the problem, then take care of him." I say. Deliberation pauses for a moment.

"What exactly are you suggesting, Master Skywalker?" Shaak Ti asks.

"Remove Taa from office, with words if he will listen. If not, then move into aggressive negotiations." I say.

"Anakin we can't threaten the Chancellor." Obi-Wan says.

"Why not? We killed the last one." Silence. "Republic politics clearly don't work, and if we consider Orn Free Taa to be an enemy of the Republic, then we shouldn't be afraid to do something about him."

"It sounds like you advocate for killing anyone who disagrees with us Master Skywalker." Master Billaba says. "This is not the Jedi way."

"But letting corruption spread through the galaxy is?" I say.

"Let us refocus." Master Windu says. "We all agree that Orn Free Taa should not hold his title. The disagreement lies with how we should go about removing it."

"Indeed." Master Yoda says. "Master Kenobi, negotiate on our behalf, you will. Convene again we shall, once negotiations are complete."

"It would be my pleasure Master." Obi-Wan says. "I have a reputation of keeping negotiations short."

Author's Note

And so as we continue traversing through the galaxy, we introduce a bunch of fresh perspectives. Is it possible to have too much perspective? I guess we'll find out. Just be a little patient as we work towards the more climactic moments.

#star wars #fanfic #anakin skywalker #caleb dume #alternate universe

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Master Kenobi,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, I know your work in the war has only gotten more demanding. I do not know if you remember me much, but we shared a night on Corsin, when you were there for negotiations.

I’m afraid I write to you with news that’ll surely upset you, but must be said. It seems that the protection used on both ends that night failed us, as I have been left pregnant. I’m sorry to say it so frankly but I wish to be level with you.

I have debated several options, and have decided I am going to carry it to term. It may be the only child I will ever get. Women in my family are not particularly blessed in that regard, I was my mother’s only child and she, her’s. I do not know what will happen after the child is born. I know that Jedi are taken from their parents early. Is there a different Temple I could maybe send them to if you do not want them near you? If I send them there do you still want your last name attached to the child or no? Please let me know. It is custom on my planet for the child to take it’s father’s name no matter what but I can attach my own if that makes you uncomfortable.

I am sorry this has happened, I do not wish to stress you out. I debated telling you at all but I did not want you to find out when the child in question showed up to the Temple.

With regards,

Lilium Pierce

The letter addressed to General Kenobi arrives at the Temple just a week later. I pray it doesn’t get lost in the copious amounts of fanart he must receive.

Ben carefully opens the letter as he moves toward the Council room, his breath completely leaving him once the news drops.

You're... you're pregnant. He's a father. How could this happen?! The very first time he decides to have sex, he gets a girl pregnant?!

Those very thoughts must be visible on his face and in his eyes as he slowly wanders into the Council room for a meeting, because everyone stops talking, staring at him with grave concern.

"Obi-Wan?" Plo Koon asks softly, leaning forward, "Are... you alright?"

Ben looks up from the letter, realizing he's already in the room. "I- I... no." he shakes his head and moves to sit in his normal chair.

"What's the matter?" Mace asks now.

Slowly, Ben studies each and every individual in the room, knowing he should just come forward with it. He trusts these people. They... they'll take care of him.

"I... on my mission to Corsin," he starts with a whisper, wiping his palms on his robes. Gods, is he really sweating?! "I had uhm- physical relations with a woman. She... she is now pregnant. With my child."

Yoda nods a little, giving him a soft smile when he finally looks up. "Surprising news, this is- but in trouble, you are not. Love, against the Jedi Code, it is- but sex, against the code, it is not. A DNA test, to ensure the child is yours, we would like to request. People, take advantage of the Jedi, they sometimes try to."

Ben's eyebrows furrow. "Wait- you're not- upset with me? What do I uh- what do I do? She wants to keep the child."

"Hm..." Yoda thinks for a long moment. "Move her into the Temple, we could- based on cultural or religious exemption."

Ben shakes his head, "But I'm not-"

"Move her into the Temple, we could," Yoda says again with a slow nod, "Based on cultural exemption."

"Oh..." he nods a little. "Alright. So- what- do I write back?"

"Yes," Yoda hums. "Write back. Excited to meet her we are. To meet on Coruscant, you must ask her. Provide a ship for her, if she needs it, we will."

Ben nods again and sits back a little in his chair, relieved that an answer such as that is what he received rather than something far worse.

The Council decides to continue with the meeting as planned, but Ben, admittedly, can't focus on anything but the thoughts of being a father. It's... a scary thought, but one that isn't completely unwelcome. Sure, he's not open to love, and attachments are forbidden- but he would see the kid at some point anyway, given that it will most likely be Force sensitive. So why not have the child live with him and nurture it and then, maybe, become its Master when it's old enough?

When the meeting is over, Ben quickly returns to his quarters, writing you a letter in return.

Lilium,

Of course I remember you. I admittedly had never shared my body with anyone else before that night with you. It was memorable, as were you. I wish we had more time to get to know each other when I was there.

I also admit that I was rather freaked out when I first received the news. However, I want you to know that being a father is not the worst thing I could imagine for myself. The child will most likely be Force sensitive and I would like to take them under my wing as a padawan when they are old enough, if I find I am ready for it. I would love for the child to take my last name. I... do not have much connection to my previous family whatsoever, and would like to build a legacy for the name all on my own.

I have brought this up with my Council, because I was unsure of what to do. My Master, Grandmaster Yoda, would very much like to meet you. He... also would like to move you into the Temple with me. In my quarters. I was wondering if there was a time in the near future you could meet with me on Coruscant? The Jedi Council will happily provide you with travel to and from your home if that is an issue.

This baby is a blessing, even if it may seem scary. I hope that you're doing well and are not too lonely at home.

Please write back as soon as possible. I look forward to hearing from you.

Ben Kenobi

The letter arrives at your home about a week letter, the mailing system a bit delayed thanks to all the war efforts and messages being sent to and from different battlefields.

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my-head-is-an-animal · 2 years

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heyo! im new to your blog but i loveee your plo koon fics and i saw u wanted to indulge in some plo requests 👀 so.. can you write a fic/hc about soft domestic plo?? it can be both spicy and sweet 👀👀 thank you so much and have a great day <3333

Welcome to the blog! 🥰

Okay, this got out of hand really quickly! I really hope you enjoy it anon! If it's nothing like what you were looking for, please do send another ask and I will try to write another with some kind of discipline.

Warnings: Smut 18 + DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR!

Domesticity Desired, Deserved

Plo Koon x Reader

Word Count: 2652

Plo loved coming home to you. His missions were often long and always exhausting, so coming home to you was the first thing on his mind, every time. More often than not, he would find you cooking or reading, but sometimes he would catch you just as you came back from work. No matter what kind of day he’d had, you were his priority.

He came home on one of these mornings, you’d had an awful shift. You were working nights at one of the busiest bars in all of Coruscant, you hated nights, the customers were always irritating, usually clumsy and sometimes handsy.

Plo could always sense when you’d been dealing with such customers and no matter what condition he was in, would make it his goal to have you smiling and laughing again.

He would start by listening to you complain about the people in the bars, carefully manoeuvring himself around you as you changed out of your work uniform. He would run you a bath and give you the appropriate reactions to your irritations. He would watch you undress and feel his heart inflate.

You would suddenly catch him watching and smile.

You would feel your frustrations starting to slip away while he stood there, arms folded, leaning against the door frame, admiring you.

This time, on this particular morning as the sun began rising on Coruscant, Master Plo Koon, one of the most senior Jedi in all of existence, unmoved by legions of enemy soldiers, courageous in the face of all who stood against democracy and peace, bowed his head. He stepped towards you and for a moment you were uncertain. Sadness surrounded him and you wanted so badly to banish it.

‘Plo?’

‘You deserve more respect than this.’ He said, lowly.

You felt yourself deflate with relief; you knew where this was going. It must have been a hard mission for him to be thinking of this again. You placed your hands on his chest, felt his curling around your bare waist.

‘Tell me what I deserve, Plo.’ You whispered.

Plo chuckled low. ‘Bathe, and I will tell you.’

He told you once about a mission that made him think about you in a light he’d never considered before. Plo loved you more than he’d loved anything in his life, and he’d lived a long time. He’d felt such shame that it took him almost losing his life to consider your feelings on being kept a secret.

In truth, being kept a secret from the Jedi Order was not something you considered to be upsetting, or even much of a problem as long as you stayed out of trouble and did as Plo asked when necessary.

You stepped into the bathtub, feeling the hot water relax your muscles immediately, Plo always ran you the best baths, he cared for your physical and mental well-being. Nothing was more important to him.

Once you’d settled in the water, relaxing back against the end of the tub, Plo knelt behind you, using his strong fingers to caress your neck, massage your shoulders and place soft pressure to your chest above the water line.

‘Relax, my dear,’ he whispered close to your ear, making shivers descend down your body. ‘Let me take your troubles away.’

You loved it when he used the Force to calm your mind, he never did it without your permission and he never did it to manipulate you. He’d taught you a little about how to sense someone doing just that, and although you weren’t a force-sensitive Jedi like him, you were able to pick up on one or two things that pleased him where your safety was concerned.

‘Mmm.’ You hummed as his hands found the remaining tense muscles, pressing gently to relieve you of anything that remained of your frustrations.

‘Two days ago,’ Plo finally found the calmness he needed to vent his own frustrations. ‘I was underground in a base, alone, with no way out. Obi Wan soon found me and we escaped the planet, but for the time I was down there, I could only think of one thing.’ You heard him sigh and felt him slow his movements. ‘You deserve more than to be kept secret, you deserve to be taken to dinner and to walk in the daylight, loved and laughing without fear of consequence. My darling, you deserve more than I have given so far.’

You opened your eyes, worried for what he was about to say. ‘Plo?’

‘I wish for you to live a normal life; I wish for you to have what you have always desired… I wish that I could provide these things for you.’

‘Why do I feel like this is going somewhere I’m not going to like?’ You leaned up, kissing the side of his mask, making him chuckle lowly.

Plo stood up and began undressing. You turned your body to watch him unashamedly, making him take his sweet time. He revealed a recent wound, one that didn’t seem to bother him all that much, but worried you.

‘What are you doing?’ You frowned, still smiling at him.

‘You don’t deserve to be alone in there.’ He chuckled, but you didn’t think it was a laughing matter.

‘Plo, you know that water is a third oxygen,’ you shook your head. ‘I don’t want you to get hurt.’

‘As long as I keep my mask on, everything important will be fine, my dear.’ He assured you, but you still weren’t sure.

You had taken the time to learn about Plo’s species, to understand his needs as much as he understood yours and the last thing you wanted was for him to put his health at risk for you.

Unfortunately, he had his ways of banishing your fear and they didn’t involve using the Force. His body was something you’d adored before you’d ever really seen it, the first time you noticed his physique was when he held you close to his body. You felt his muscles, you felt his shape and you felt his warmth penetrating you. He was beautiful.

You stared at the naked Kel Dor in your bathroom and wondered if you didn’t move, would he stay there and let you admire him forever? The answer was no. Plo gently guided your body forward and slid in behind you.

‘You deserve to have your fantasies fulfilled.’ He growled close to your ear.

His hands slid over your arms, soon descending below the waterline, stroking and caressing the sensitive skin over your chest and abdomen. You could feel him hardening behind you.

‘My love, a day alone, with only the thought of you to get me through has made me see clearer. I propose this,’ his fingers massaged your hips, making you rest your head against his shoulder. ‘You and I leave Coruscant. We go to some distant planet, I take you to dinner, we walk through the streets when the stars are out, I hold your hand, I make you laugh.’

His fingers had begun a fresh attack on your inner thighs, sending hot flashes shooting through your body.

‘I openly admire your beauty in the moonlight, whisper how beautiful you look without a care for who can see or hear me.’

You felt your breath change as he finally reached between your legs, delicately stroking, caressing your sensitive skin.

‘I take you to bed and make your fantasies truly come to life.’

‘Plo.’ You panted.

‘Yes, my love?’ Plo used the same teasing voice he’d use when he knew perfectly well what he was doing to you. ‘If that doesn’t sound agreeable to you… I can stop.’

Suddenly his hands were gone, and you groaned with frustrations.

‘No, please.’ You begged. ‘Don’t stop. I need more.’

‘And I need to please you.’ Plo suddenly sounded as desperate as you. You felt his hands delve deeper under the water and lift your body onto his.

Plo was a perfectly patient individual, he knew how your body worked, he’d spent all of his free time understanding you and your needs. He held you, hovering over the tip of his cock, lowering you just a little, but enough to stretch you to your limit.

He spent a long time whispering to you, encouraging you, telling you how wonderful you feel, all of it helping you take him deeper and deeper until he was able to let go.

You were panting hard, and he hadn’t even moved yet.

‘You deserve all I can give you.’ Plo was struggling for breath, and it gave you no small amount of satisfaction to know that you were the cause. ‘You deserve to be seen for the beauty you are.’

You gripped onto the edge of the tub as his fingers once again found their way between your legs.

‘You deserve to feel more pleasure than you have ever felt in your life, you deserve to come over and over again.’ Plo’s hands knew exactly how to play you and you didn’t care in the slightest. ‘You deserve to be made to scream at the top of your lungs.’ You could feel him getting close, despite him barely moving inside you. It was just small, gentle thrusts, enough to get you off, but it seemed something had been building inside of him as well.

‘Plo, fuck.’ You could barely get the words out.

‘You deserve infinite love.’ Plo’s growl shot straight between your legs and before anything else could happen, you were coming hard.

‘Yes! Fuck, Plo yes!’ You laughed as your body ignited and squeezed around him. You felt him coming inside you, filling you up as his own moans flared beside your ear.

You both took a moment to calm down, adjusting to the aftermath. You had your eyes closed, but you could feel Plo’s hand moving. You couldn’t work out what he was doing until you heard the plug being removed and the water began draining away.

You turned your head towards him. ‘Are you alright?’

‘Of course, my dear.’ He said, but you could hear his voice was slightly off. ‘Well, perhaps I overestimated my ability to withstand the water for quite so long.’

You both chuckled, but you did feel a little guilty.

Truthfully, you had always wanted to have sex in the bath, not really knowing if you would enjoy it, or how that would even work, but since Plo came into your life, you put the fantasy to one side. It only came up once when Plo had been telling you about his home planet, but that had been years previous when you’d first met him. Plo wasn’t stupid, he could sense something was amiss, and through some careful negotiation and a little alcohol ingestion, you’d confessed.

Plo had an excellent memory and he wanted you to be always happy.

You could feel him still inside of you, even when he wasn’t hard, he was still big, and it was getting uncomfortable for the both of you.

Plo was feeling better about himself and honestly, you never thought much of his venting when it happened, you knew he was just trying to expunge something that he needed to be rid of in order to focus on his Jedi duties. But something about this time felt different.

He was pulling his trousers back on and watching you from across your small bedroom.

‘Something troubles you.’ Plo’s head tilted to one side, his cut looked a little worse than it had done before he got into the bath with you. ‘My love?’

You sighed and got what you needed to clean the wound. You pointed to the bed and Plo silently complied with your wishes.

You managed to clean up the gash and place a covering over the top to let it heal properly, but you had done so in silence, letting your thoughts roam free and turn to how upset you felt that he’d gotten hurt giving you an experience you’d only mentioned thinking about.

‘If you feel I could improve, I’d be happy to listen and try again.’ Plo suddenly said, startling you slightly.

‘What?’ You shook your head, not quite catching on.

‘I sense your disappointment… my kind is not well-equipped to deal with oxygen in such high quantities as you rightly pointed out, but if you feel there is something more I can do to please you in such a way, I will happily-‘

‘Plo, stop.’ You chuckled. ‘Believe me, I am not disappointed at what you did, I was exceptionally satisfied and more than pleased.’ You watched him deflate in relief. ‘I’m just upset that your wound got worse as a result.’

You motioned for him to move over in the bed so that you could settle down next to him, snuggling close to his chest.

‘Plo, I love you with all my heart,’ you said, tracing his muscles softly. ‘But you can’t put my pleasure before your health.’

You listened to him sigh. ‘Very well.’

‘And all those things you said, about what you think I deserve-‘

‘Perhaps we leave tomorrow morning.’ He interrupted.

‘What?’ You lifted your head to look at him. He couldn’t have been saying what you thought he was saying.

‘Tomorrow there is a public transport that heads for a star system I have never visited.’ Plo explained keeping you speechless for a moment. ‘There is a forest that sings in the night and has clear skies during this time of year. The stars are truly a spectacular sight and I would love to see you walking against such a canvas. I would like to take you there and give you what you have always desired. A night to belong to each other without fear of consequence.’

You watched him for a few moments, just trying to decide whether he was joking or not. Being seen with any Jedi in a romantic sense was a risky move, to be seen with a Jedi Master was… well, you didn’t even want to think what would happen to Plo if that happened.

‘Plo, we can’t. We’ll be seen.’ You shook your head, getting up to your knees, Plo followed you sitting up and gently running his hand down your arm, soothing you.

‘The planet I have in mind has no known Jedi connections,’ he pleaded. ‘I promise, we will be safe there. We can be the people we dream of being. For one night, we can love and laugh and belong to each other.’

You felt yourself taking in deeper and deeper breaths, just trying to figure out his words. Plo had never spoken this way before, he’d always said you deserved more than to be his secret, you always let him vent it out in whatever way seemed best, but he’d never talked about going away.

Plo told you at the very beginning of your relationship, he warned you that he couldn’t give you what others might, always felt inadequate and lacking; he made up for it in other ways, but he never felt like it was enough. He couldn’t walk the streets with you, or even mention you to anyone and you knew you wouldn’t be able to either, but you’d settled with that fact and decided as long as you had his love, it was enough.

Plo’s fingers caressed your face, softly, tenderly and with a new desire coursing through him.

‘I have thought for a long time about how to give you what you want.’ He said, easing your fears. ‘I have selected this planet carefully, we will not be seen, there will be no danger, I promise. Come with me, my love.’ Plo shifted just a little closer, you could hear his breathing, feel the heat of his warm body. ‘Please?’

Plo’s thumb wiped away a tear that fell onto your cheek. You didn’t even realise it had fallen.

‘Yes.’ You breathed. ‘Yes.’

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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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Hello and how are you? I was wondering if you would write prompt 14.“It’s not bad to cry, in fact I think it makes a person stronger.” for Rex? PG is fine, maybe Rex the one crying. Possibly with a Jedi reader and female pronouns? Or gender neutral if you prefer. Please and thank you, but if not no worries!

A Life With Just You

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask! Got a tad carried away with this one because I really wanna comfort someone rn. (Specifically my friend struggling with some family issues.)

Rex x Fem!Jedi!Reader: "It's not bad to cry, in fact I think it makes a person stronger."

Warnings: Mentions of character death. I may have swore in it??? Honestly I don't remember.

Words: 2.2k

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@murdertoothpick @andiebell2023 @kaitou2417 @tacticalsparkles @baroclinicinstability @captain-rexs-girlfriend

(This has nothing to do with Ahsoka, it's just the only sad Rex gif I could find rn)

You guided down the halls of the ship with soft and gentle foot steps. You were looking for a certain someone. Someone you knew for a fact was hurting. One of your closer friends, Captain Rex.

Some Jedi you were 'close' with, often questioned you for hanging out with a clone on your free time. While others like Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, and even Master Plo Koon himself. Were all thankful you took the time out of your day to make Rex, and other clones feel like actual people. People instead of cloned weapons.

You had checked everywhere you thought he would be. The fresher, the barracks, training hall. But you hadn't found him, yet. It was honestly concerning you. Especially with the recent loss of his brother, Fives. The subject was even a tough one for you, so you couldn't even begin to imagine the pain that Rex was going through. Especially with witnessing it all.

You went to stop by your room. Put your robes up so you wouldn't be carrying them. Relieving some of the weight on your shoulders. Though you froze as you tapped in your codes. Feeling a gentle touch to your shoulder. A touch that had you turning your head to meet the eyes of the slightly taller blond.

"There you are," you spoke. Turning to smile at the captain of the five-oh-first. The door to your room swishing open. "I've looked everywhere for you." You admitted.

The captain only nodded. A small huff leaving his nose. "You have?"

He sounded almost shocked. The way he phrased it sort of hurt you. It made you feel as if he thought he didn't deserve it. Or that you were lying.

"Of course, Rex, oh dear.. Come inside, would you?" You spoke. Your gentle words easing their way into his heart. A small smile gracing his handsome face. You had to fight every urge in you to not kiss his forehead in the open hall. Doing such would risk someone catching the simple act of affection.

"I couldn't say no to you," he murmured. Voice soft and quiet.

He isn't normally loud. Not like his brother Hardcase was, or even Jesse is. But he isn't ever this soft spoken as he is now. If anything his voice is more stern, or even shy. Not secluded and upset like now. The change of tone to his voice only making your chest squeeze more with pain.

You nodded, forcing a small smile back as the two of you snuck into your small room. Taking his hand to lead him to the couch once the door was shut behind the two of you.

"Did you want some tea? Water?" You spoke, but before you could even step foot towards the kitchen he was pulling you down onto the sofa.

You had to admit, you loved that he could resort to you for comfort, but you hated he hadn't removed his armor yet. Or even let you remove your own. What little you wore, at least.

"Rex," you spoke quietly. Hands moving to his back as he laid on top of you. His arms strong arms around your waist. Face buried in the crook of your neck.

"Rex, look at me?" You asked. Hands sliding up to cradle the back of his head, but he didn't budge.

"I can't," his voice was merely a whisper. His body trembling ever so slightly as he clung to you. As if he let go you would disappear from his grasp.

"Rex, what's wrong? You can talk to me, you know?" You reassure him. Rubbing his scalp with one hand. Feeling as he slightly relaxed at the small touch.

"What if I lose you, too?" The words came out of the blue. Yet you expected it. You could almost feel his insecurities and worries leaking from his exhausted brain. Moving to press a soft kiss atop his head.

"Rex, you have me, I'm all yours." He grumbled under his breath at those words. Grip tightening, and it had you shifting to avoid being pinched by the plastoid on his arms.

"No," he snarled a bit. "I mean- I do, I know. Because you have me, but that’s not what I mean." He told you. Keeping his face hidden from.you as he spoke.

"Mesh'la.. What if I can't save you? Like I couldn't save Hardcase, and Fives, and- And all my brothers. What if I lose you, too?" That was the first time you'd heard him say Fives name since the incident. Rubbing his neck as he eased against you.

"Then you'll have to live with it." You were blunt. You didn't know what else to exactly say. You couldn't tell him nothing would happen, because that would most likely be a lie. Even with your bluntness, it seemed to ease him.

"You can't save everyone, Rex." You told him. Shifting upwards. Which had him moving himself as well. So he was now sitting next to you. Facing forwards on the couch. His face, facing away from yours. Tear tracks running down his sun kissed skin. Eyes puffy with sorrow and regret.

"Rex, look at me," you spoke, asking again. Reaching out to run your fingers over his cheek.

"I look ridiculous, don't I?" He asked with a laugh. Turning to face you, slightly. Though his eyes avoided yours.

"A soldier like myself, crying over the inevitable." His words made you nearly tear up. You absolutely despised how people made it seem tears meant signs of weakness. That it meant soldiers weren't soldiers. When in fact, you thought it brought out who people really were.

"Rex, look at me." Your voice was more stern this time. Young both hands to cup his face as his eyes slowly panned over to stare back into yours.

"Listen to me, it's not bad to cry, okay?" You told him. Wiping some tears from his face using your thumbs. "In fact, I think it makes a person stronger." You informed. Leaning forward to press your forehead against his. Watching as he brought a hand up to hold one of your hands to his face. Using the other to cup the side of your own face.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He muttered back. Both of you smiling weakly.

"Rex, you deserve the world," you responded, making him chuckle a bit. Moving your hand and bring it to his lips so he could kiss your palm.

"Then I guess you're my world," he cooed against your hand. Smiling softly as your own bashful smile grew.

"Oh, is that so?" You chuckled. Watching as he pulled your hand down to his lap to intertwine your fingers.

"As a matter of fact you are, you make me want to win this war. Every time I feel like giving up, I think of a life without fighting, with you." He almost whispered. Still sniffling a bit. Eyes shyly looking around. Then back onto your eyes.

You had a look of pure love and adoration on your face. You never really liked being a Jedi, you were basically forced into it. So the fact Rex wanted to settle down. Start a life with you. For you. When the war was over? That had your heart racing. You were the one tearing up now and smiling like an idiot.

"Cyare, are you okay?" Rex asked. Mimicking your actions from before and catching a single tear that rolled down your cheek with his thumb.

"I love you, so much, and you have no idea how much you wanting to live a life with me, means to me." You gushed. It was so random, and ideal. The words making Rex's eyes go wide. He always thought you would think his words were nothing but words. That your guys relationship was a one time deal, during the war and only during the war. But this had his hopes up and his mind planning your future more already.

"No, you have no idea how much it means to me." He corrected. Kissing your lips softly. Your arms wrapping around his neck while he hand the side of your face with one hand. Then your hip with the other.

"Beautiful girl," he cooed, kissing your lips once more. "Starting a life with you is all I ever dream of, and you wanting the same with me? That drives me absolutely wild." He told you, and that had you smiling even more.

You tugged on the armor of his chest piece. Kissing the corner of his lips. Your eyes fluttering shut as he held you close. "Can you take all this off? I wanna hold you." You licked your lips as you waited for him to comply. Though it really didn't take long. Especially since Rex is now in the mood to feel you. Without his armor hiding your gentle touch and soft skin from his own skin.

The first time he felt the softness of your skin was the day he decided that was his new favorite feeling. Stripping from the plastoid and his gloves. Then watching as you did the same. Dropping your robes over the back of the couch. Then taking his hand and leading him back to the your bed.

It was like dragging a love sick teddy bear around. His larger hand locked with yours. Thumb grazing your skin. "What type of home would we have?" You knew questions like this you probably shouldn't ask, but then again. You probably shouldn't even be holding the hand of a captain. Let alone the captain of one of the most well known clone units.

He sighed. Climbing into the bed with you. Lying on his side, you doing the same. Both of you facing one another with arms and legs intermingled. Though far enough apart you could still see one another's face.

"Maybe a farm," he told you. Rubbing your side with soft swipes of his hand. Eyes looking slightly about you as he thought about it. Tucking his one arm under his head as a cushion.

"A farm?" He nodded at your question. Eyes gazing down to you.

"Yeah, you remember Cut? He was the clone that left the GAR. He settled down. Had a farm, wife.. Kids." The word rolled off his tongue like an unasked question. Wonder dancing in his eyes at just the mention of little ones.

Rex had always had hopes of having a family of his own. Little pups running around. Maybe even an army of little ones, if he was lucky. He never brought it up, though. Scared of being shot down at just the mere mention.

You smiled though. Sensing his worry at just the mention of the word. Leaning forward to kiss his chin.

"You want kids?" You asked. Noticing how he shifted and grew anxious at the question.

"I mean, no, well, I wouldn't mind," he spoke a bit quickly. His hand on your hip halting its movement.

"Not until the wars over, of course. So I know they'd be safe. Be able to have a normal life." He admitted. "But only if my partner wants them. Of course." He muttered. Glancing down to meet your eyes. Worried he said too much or not enough.

"Hmm, kids would be fun." Those simple words from you had his lips curling up in a grin.

"Yeah, they would be." You snickered. Kissing his lips once more.

"I'm sure your partner would be lucky to have little Rex's running around." You teased, rolling your eyes slightly with a grin.

"Only if your my partner would I feel lucky," he spoke gently. Caressing your face again. Your eyes staring up into his with a small smile.

"What?" You heard him just fine, but his words still shocked you.

"I want a family with you, on a little farm. Out and away from the city. Where we can just live out happy lives. Away from the war." He told you. Rolling the two of you over so he was hovering above you. Hands on either side of your head.

"And?" You pried. Expecting him to continue the ramble. Waiting for him to gush on about the future he had for the two of you. All stored away in that mind of his.

"And, would you do me the favor of making me the luckiest clone-" you shot him a look. Rex clearing his throat with a small smile. "Man," you smiled at his correction. Awaiting the rest of his spew. "In the galaxy, by living a life with me after the war?" He asked. Watching as you stared up to him with a partially opened mouth.

He was a bit worried you would say no. Even if he knew you wanted it just as bad. That you just admitted to loving him nearly five minutes ago, but the thought of rejection always resurfaced in his anxious mind.

"Rex, I'd love to be the luckiest girl, living by your side. In some shitty farm, with an army of kids." You joked with an eye roll. Nearly gasping as he leant down to capture your lips with his own. Your arms moving to snake around his neck to pull him closer. Eyes falling shut as the kiss continued to deepen.

Your life was complete. Even with the raging war, the deaths that kept coming, and the thought of dying yourself. Rex was there for you, and you were there for him. It was all the two of you needed to keep fighting. To keep living.

Even without the domestic life, and a public relationship. The two of you had more than you could have ever once dreamt of. You had comfort, love, and each other.

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padawanlost · 3 years

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did you notice how people seem to exclude obi-wan from the council even though he is on the council? Like for example when Ashoka was exiled. He didn’t say anything and was unusually quiet during that time. Some fans even say things like “obi wan would never agree to that” or “leave obi wan out of this” do we know what obi-wan’s decision was in her trial? Or is it unknown?

We don’t know for sure how he voted, all we know is that he didn’t ACT to help Ahsoka. and that was the whole point of the character, he’s there to show how compromised the Jedi Order had become.

All we know is what Dave Filoni told us about the arc and, unfortunately, none of it support the fandom idea that Obi-wan fought hard for Ahsoka.

Then at the beginning of the last arc [of Season Five], she basically saves Anakin the way Anakin would’ve always saved her in the past. And Anakin’s unconscious, he’s like, “What happened?” She says, “I saved your life, don’t worry about it.” It’s fun and he laughs about it then, and he’s not embarrassed by it. They’re a team. So we get them to that moment and then we put a ton of pressure on it.

And through the whole trial, Anakin is the only one that stays 100 percent in her court.

I think Plo Koon stays 75-80 percent of the way in her court because he says, “I don’t believe she could’ve fallen so low.”

In Obi-Wan we really see the Jedi because he is compromised. Obi-Wan doesn’t believe Ahsoka is guilty of these crimes, but he has a very hard time arguing politically that the Jedi Council shouldn’t do what they do to her. He trusts in the Force, which is what they love to say when they don’t know what they’re doing, and they expel her. He can’t argue the logic. He doesn’t like Tarkin’s logic [but he can’t argue] that they can’t try her within the Jedi because the public, which we show in this episode arc, who are losing faith in the Jedi, would cry foul ball. “How can you put her on trial? Of course you’ll find her innocent. She’s a Jedi and you’re a Jedi.” So they expose themselves, and we see how they’re exposed.

All of these things that are wrapped up in Ahsoka’s story, which ultimately make her realize what the audience realizes. “I love the Jedi Order. They’re very important to me, I’ve always respected them. But there’s something wrong here, and I need to walk away from it to assess it.” It all feeds into Revenge of the Sith when the chancellor says, “The Jedi have just made an attempt on my life.” When you see these four episodes, I think you have a better understanding of how he gets away with all of that, because you see how compromised the Jedi Council is. And these episodes aren’t just meant to get Ahsoka on her way, but they’re meant to explain in more detail the scene [in Revenge of the Sith] where Yoda, Mace, and Ki-Adi-Mundi are discussing arresting the chancellor, and what a gamble that’s going to be for them. Because you see that to the average Coruscant citizen who’s not impressed with this war or the Jedi anymore, they’ll see it as treason. It’s probably the arc that connects to the movies the most and has the most impact. I think that’s why it works on so many levels for me and is one of my favorite arcs, because it’s such a companion piece to the films. – Dave Filoni

Unfortunately, not every Obi-wan fan is willing to admit he wasn’t 100% perfect, that sometimes he made mistakes. I’ve already talked about this so I won’t get into it down but the gist is that there’s a large part of the fandom that woobyfies Obi-wan. It got to point he’s barely a character. According to them he never makes mistakes, he’s always perfect, always right and, more importantly, always the victim. He exists to suffer everyone’s mistakes and bad decisions, never his own (because he *never* makes bad decisions).

Filoni makes pretty clear that no one, other than Anakin, is 100% on Ahsoka’s side. So the fact Obi-wan looked upset, or that decision to expel wasn’t unanimous, doesn’t mean he fought as hard as he could (or should) for her innocence and freedom. And that’s NOT A BAD THING. This is good writing. It’s building up the situation and the characters for what comes next.

It’s like the ‘Only a sith deals in absolutes’ line. It’s not bad wrting. It’s GL showing the audience that Obi-wan is not thinking clearly either. that both of them are emotionally distress. it fuels the energy and emotion we see in their fight.

#ask #anon #obi wan kenobi #sw meta #meta: obi wan #meta: ahsoka #ahsoka tano #txt

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alrighty-anubis · 3 years

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I would never be angry at you (Anakin & Obi-Wan)

2No Warnings Apply

During a game of twenty questions Anakin finds out that his master isn't the perfect Jedi. This sparks his confession about the Tusken Raiders and his marriage to Padme.

(Mentioned Obi-Wan X Cody)

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Obi-Wan entered their shared quarters and flopped onto his bunk, all the grace of a Jedi Master replaced with exhaustion.

“Bad day?” Anakin asked, words mumbled by his mouth stuffed full with sweets.

“Yes.”

This was an under-exaggeration, Anakin thought, if the man hadn’t told him off for talking with food in his mouth.

Obi-Wan pulled his outer-robes and boots off before reaching under his bed.

“What is that?”

“Wine.”

“That does not look like wine, Master-”

“It's from Bail. Old, strong and illegal in 12 systems.”

“Master,” Anakin drawled out, knowing his tolerance was nothing compared to the other’s and if Obi-Wan admitted it was strong…

Obi-Wan sighed and reached behind the drawers, retrieving another (Anakin-friendly) bottle.

“How did you know that was there?”

“I’m your Master, you can’t hide things from me.”

“Why didn’t you confiscate it, then?” Anakin asked, confused by his rule-following Master allowing Anakin to stash alcohol - he’d been using that space since he was 15.

“You’re an adult now, Anakin. And quite frankly I was just glad you had friends.”

“Hey-” _________

Anakin and Obi-Wan were leaning against each other on his bunk.

“I know,” Anakin smirked, “How about we play a game.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan looked down at Anakin.

“Twenty questions.”

Obi-Wan let out a breath laugh of amusement. “Okay, then. When was the last time you tested Ahsoka on her cultural studies?”

Anakin scowled.

“Well, you’re lucky I’ve been taking over the theory instruction of our Padawan.”

“My Padawan.”

“When she’s misbehaving.”

“Hey! Anyway, I have a question. Would you rather kiss Windu or Plo Koon?”

“It's Master’s Windu and Koon” Obi-Wan corrected.

“So you don’t mind speculating about which one you’d kiss, but the lack of ‘Master’ is where you draw the line?”

“I would kiss Plo, he is a dear friend of mine and quite frankly not as scary.”

Anakin laughed, “You’re afraid of Windu?”

“Like you aren’t," Obi-Wan feigned thinking before planting a smirk on his face, "Okay, what is your Grievous tactic?”

“How do you know that?” Anakin burst out.

“I just have a second sense when it comes to your stupidity,”

“I swear if Rex told you-”

“Wrong trooper.”

“Wrong trooper! Which other ones have you been hanging out with? Wait. Are you stealing my men?”

Obi-Wan just smiled.

“Fine. Ahsoka sits on my shoulders and we wield four sabers like him.”

“By the force, Anakin -”

“We spin them manically and-”

“Wait. Where did you get the fourth lightsaber?” Obi-Wan interrupted

Anakin grew quiet, his voice reluctant, “Sometimes Cody doesn’t return it to you immediately, and we both know he’s weak to Ahsoka’s tooka eyes, like most of the men,” Anakin trailed off. Just as Obi-Wan was going to scald him he carried on, “What would you do if you weren’t a Jedi?”

Obi-Wan decided to let go of his line of questioning in hopes of avoiding going grey early. “I don’t know - I’d want to help people. I could say something rather Jedi-like, such as work the land. But I’m afraid I was put off that when I was sent to the Agricorps. Realistically, I’d probably still be a general as I am now - just without a lightsaber. As much as I hate war and the bloodshed that comes with it - I am rather good at it. As much as I try to be the perfect Jedi, my skills lay in an area which juxtaposes that. It is ironic, I suppose, that I was never meant to be a Jedi Knight, I become one anyway, and then my speciality recognised by the Council is the furthest thing from peace.”

“What?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed on his glass and his signature resonated with shame, “I had planned on never telling you that. But it just felt like you needed to know. I’m sorry if I’ve shattered your image of me.”

Anakin’s face lit up with relief, “You’re not perfect”, he breathed out.

“No,” Obi-Wan’s low chuckle was exasperated and self loathing, “No, Anakin, I’ve never been perfect.”

“Why didn’t you want to tell me?”

“Because I was ashamed of my past, still am. I was a run-of-the-mill youngling: too much anger and too much pride. No Masters wanted me and I was sent to the Agricorps.”

“What do you mean no Master wanted you? You and Qui-Gon were so close!”

Obi-Wan looked down and moved away from Anakin. “We weren’t as close as you think, these memories are from when you were young and naïve. We were too different, we fought and I always knew he didn’t want me. You saw how quickly he threw me away for you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You were the best thing to come from him,” Obi-Wan’s voice was steeped in a resentment that Anakin had never thought possible.

“You were angry. As a youngling”

“Very much so. Anger and attachment were always my biggest pitfalls. I’ve worked hard on them, but I’m afraid my issues with attachments have grown rather than disappeared.”

Anakin smiled at that, taking Obi-Wan’s hand, “You know, I never realised how much like me you were. Nearly as much as a disappointment to the Jedi.”

Obi-Wan laughed, body shaking as a smile replaced his reminiscent scowl, “Well, only one of us has left the order.”

“You’re joking”

“No, Melida/Daan. Qui-Gon wouldn’t stay to help the children in the war. I did.”

“Your experience being a General before this?”

“Yes.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, comfortable in each other's presence. But as Anakin stewed in the other’s words his anxiety leaked into the force.

“This could have really helped me when I was a Padawan.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It was selfish to want to maintain the way you saw me - the perfect Jedi.”

“I always compared myself to you, looked up to you, I resented you for a bit because of it.”

“I know. And I knew at the time. I was not the Master you needed.”

“You were the best Master you could be,”

Obi-Wan laughed self-deprecatingly.

“No, Master, I mean it. You weren’t the problem. I was,” Anakin paused and wringed his hands as he considered his next words, “My anger was-is a problem. I have done things I regret and that you would hate me for.”

Obi-Wan’s shock at that statement had him sitting straight and placing a hand on Anakin’s cheek, “No, Anakin, I could never hate you, never, you’re my Padawan. I love you.”

Anakin recoiled from the touch, not believing he deserved his Master’s love at this moment. A man so ashamed of leaving the Jedi to save children in a way zone as a Padawan. Anakin had much worse things to be ashamed of. Things he didn’t think Obi-Wan could ever even imagine himself doing. Tears gathered in his eyes as he looked down at his lap through his lashes.

“I killed the Tusken Raiders. They hurt my mother - she’s dead - and I killed them all,” the tears began streaming down his cheeks.

“Oh, oh, Anakin, dearest” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin couldn’t stand that tone. He stood up and began passing. Eyes puffy and hands shaking, he began to shout, “I cut them down and felt nothing. The children - they screamed for their mothers - like I had - and I cut them down like animals. I hated them. And the dark, the dark it curled around me - it was like someone was choking me and cutting me off from my body and my emotions like I was a puppet killing them all.”

He grabbed his hair tightly in his hands and pulled, sinking down to the ground, “I killed them, I killed them,” it was as if the fog had cleared and Anakin was realising this for the first time.

“Hey,” Obi-Wan stepped forward and gently grasped his Padawan’s wrists, trying to untangle his hair from his unyielding grip, “Anakin, stop. You’re hurting yourself.”

“I hurt them.”

“Yes, you did. And you can’t change that,” Obi-Wan took a calming breath and repressed his shock and upset, his Padawan looked so small and this darkness wasn’t all his own.

“Anakin, what you did was wrong and entrenched in darkness. But you are light. This action hasn’t changed that. And I do not think it happened without influence. But Anakin, so many Jedi struggle with the dark. We have the power to enact our own judgement and no one can stop us. That is why we need to stop ourselves. And this time you didn’t. You can’t bring back the Tuskens, but you can let go of your anger and make sure this won't happen again.”

“I don’t know how to let it go.”

“Oh, Anakin-”

“It is so deep inside me, tangled with all the light,” Anakin let Obi-Wan take his hands away from his hair, staring far into his eyes, “Master, help.”

“I wish I had seen this sooner. Anakin, tomorrow morning we will start. We will meditate together and I can guide you.”

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“I know, dear one,” Obi-Wan collected Anakin into his arms.

“Will you tell the council?”

“No, at least not for now.”

“They will kick me out and then I’ll have to leave you and Ahsoka and Rex and-”

“Anakin, if they expelled you we would all follow.”

“Oh. Why won’t you tell them?”

“I don’t trust them to judge the situation fairly, there is something not quite right in the council. They’re stuck in ways from times which have long passed. And Quinlan and I may be doing some under the radar investigating that which is influencing and amplifying your darkness may help.”

“You’re both taking a mission they’ve denied.”

“They can’t deny that they don’t know about.”

Anakin smiled for a moment in the comfortable silence before sombering again. “I thought you’d be angry at me,” Anakin whispered.

“No,” sadness filled Obi-Wan as he gently took Anakin’s face into his hands and placed a kiss on his forehead, “No, my Padawan, I could never be angry at you.”

He pulled a blanket to him with the force and wrapped them in it, “I wish you had told me, but I wasn’t the most approachable Master. I put walls between us unintentionally, to protect myself I guess, and you. I didn’t want you to grow attached. I knew I was and wanted to spare you the judgement and the pain. I wasn’t a good role model so part of me felt better when you despised me in your late teens. I’m truly sorry I wasn’t a better Master, Anakin. But know now, you can tell me anything and I will always love you. I raised you, all parts of you.”

“I’m sorry.” Anakin’s eyes were dry, but red and puffy, he had run out of tears and exhaustion hit him. “I’m also married to Padme.”

“I know,”

“I broke the code again.”

“Yes, but that is the order’s code - not the Jedi's.”

Anakin looked at him in confusion.

“You know, I am in a relationship of sorts with Cody.”

Anakin burst out of the blanket in shock, suddenly very awake, “Cody!”

“I thought it was obvious, even the council knows, unofficially of course. Another reason they make life harder for our lineage.”

“I didn’t know.”

“-Because you were trying so hard to conceal your own relationship. I mean, you mentioned only earlier that he carried my lightsaber.”

“I didn’t think it meant anything.”

“Aren’t I always telling you that your lightsaber is your life?”

Over the shock of the new information, desperately trying not to think about Cody and his Master, Anakin asked: “How did you know about Padme and me?”

“Everyone knows, you’re not very subtle.”

Anakin huffed in annoyance.

“It's okay, Anakin. I forgive you for everything. I only ask that you forgive me for not making sure you understood the rule of attachment and for not teaching you my own interpretation.”

“What I have to forgive you for is nothing compared to what I did.”

“And yet I forgive you. I always will so long as you realise that you were wrong and want to do better. I think we forget that the Jedi code is not what we should or can be, but an ideal we should strive for, to be as close to as we can.”

“What do you think about not allowing love?”

“I think you mean not allowing attachment. Love and attachment are different. Love is selfless, attachment selfish - something that would lead you to do anything to keep those that are yours. Attachment is possessive, love is not.”

Anakin looked as if the origins of the universe had been revealed.

“Some Jedi believe we should not love, for love leads to attachment. But to be a Jedi is to live enveloped by the force, to welcome all aspects of it. Not to command it, like the dark, but to embrace it. The force is life, and loving is such a fundamental aspect of life that to ban it is to sensor a huge chunk of the force. Jedi are taught to be compassionate, and I believe it is only by loving truly, selflessly and in a way open to all life forms that we can truly be so to all.”

“How do you stop love becoming attachment?”

“I don’t know - it's never been my strong suit. If you were taken I would tear cities apart to find you, just as you would for Ahsoka - and I would too.”

“I would for you as well.”

“I’m not sure if I should say thank you or not. I know that I would not react in a very Jedi way. I have these attachments and they won't go, and I’m not willing to work on letting them go. But if you were ever to be killed, which I pray to the force doesn’t happen, I would have to accept it. It would kill me to do so, but I would - eventually. And I have in the past. I think, the law of attachment, is recognising that you are attached but building boundaries that you won't cross. I may be angry, but I would try my hardest not to let go and act on it. I would think about how you wouldn’t want me to fall. Although this is all easier said than done.”

“I can love Padme, you, Ahsoka, Rex, my men and my droids and do everything in my power to not let them get hurt so long as I don’t hurt others in the process.”

“Yes. We are not judges. Nor do we have any right to execute our will because of our emotions. But we do have a right to feel those emotions. For example, I would travel anywhere to save you, but not if it put the lives of all my men at risk. I am responsible for them, and my attachments aren’t theirs.”

Anakin nodded and tears welled in his eyes, “I want to be like that. Good. Like you. But I wasn’t. How do I know that I will be next time?”

“You know that you can talk to me, or at least I hope you do,” Obi-Wan stood up.

“Yes,” Anakin took the other’s hand and was pulled upright, they headed towards Anakin’s bunk where Obi-Wan unceremoniously plonked him, “When did you get so wise, Master?”

“I always have been,” Obi-Wan chuckled, “You’ve just never listened before.”

Obi-Wan returned to his own bunk and laid down, closing his eyes. Just as he began to drift off Anakin woke him, “Wait, all those nighttime council meetings that were too secret for me to attend, were you fucking Cody?”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan scalded before a blush sprayed across his cheeks, “Yes, but unlike you and Padme I enjoy the illusion of discreteness.”

“Ugh, Master, I didn’t need to know that.”

“You asked,” Obi-Wan sounded all too amused at his Padawan’s disgust. “Now rest. I’m sure tomorrow will be exhausting.”

“And yet you always tell me meditating is restful.”

“Not when you’re complaining the whole way through.”

“I won’t, I promise. Not for this. Good night, Master.”

“Good night, Anakin.”

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starwarslut · 3 years

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guess who’s (finally) back with more clone wars thoughts! this one’s not a lot of content for how much time it covered, but in my defence i spent most of the time frozen in shock (if you wanna catch up here’s the first and second):

- padmé is a girlboss

- i love commander wolffe, he just has such tired oldest sibling energy: “dad left me in charge let’s just all make it there in one piece as quickly as possible please”

- i’m not emotionally prepared for the umbara arc

- oh god everything about krell is so much worse than i had expected - he just gets there and immediately starts insulting the shit out of everyone - what an ass

- on a more positive note i love hardcase he’s so enthusiastic about everything

- every interaction between fives and rex is just *chefs kiss* magnifique

- it’s been three months and i’m still not ready for the umbara arc

- all of them talking shit abt krell together warms my heart

- dogma kinda reminds me of 3po

- jesse might me my new favourite— the amount of sass in this man is astronomical

- i don’t know if i’ve said anything about this before but rex has eldest sibling energy

- like in a “rex is definitely the eldest sibling of the 501st, but the youngest sibling of the commanders” kinda way

- hardcase and fives are like kids on christmas in their stolen umbaran ships— this warms my heart because all i want is to see them happy

- fives, jesse, and hardcase’s little jailbreak with the fighters is absolutely spectacular

- jesse: i’m doing this out of spite hardcase: i’m doing this for fun

- FUCK. HARDCASE. NO.

- WAXER TOO?!?!! NONONO

- i regret ever watching star wars i did not sign up for this sort of pain

- we’re really just gonna go straight from umbara to zygerria? no break? what the hell dave?

- rex deserves a vacation this man does so much he needs a break >:(

- the little gunner sidecars!!!!!!

- ANAKINS REACTION TO THE ZYGERRIAN!!!! HOO BABEY I LOVE IT WE NEVER SEE HIM REALLY MENTION MUCH ABT HIS PRE-JEDI CHILDHOOD AND THAT’S A CRIME

- anakin trying to woo the queen is still less cringe than his flirting with padme in aotc and that’s incredibly upsetting

- BADASS ASHOKA I LOVE HER SHE IS SO BRAVE

- AYE AYE PLO KOON TO THE RESCUE

- FUCK IT UP REX HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT

- wait what the fuck why does every big bad event happen back to back why can’t these poor saps catch a break i’m going to bed to have words with dave on this

- little boba in prison was a gift i didn’t know i needed— so much attitude in such a little package

- palpatine is such a bag of dicks the council should have just let him get kidnapped, maybe he would have even died

- i think it’d actually be fucking hilarious if palpatine got killed during the failed kidnapping, i don’t know or really care how, but i think it should have happened

- but anakin callin obi-wan his BEST FRIEND??!??? i’m gonna cry

- i swear to god if the obi-wan series doesn’t have more of this badass obi-wan from the hardeen mission then i don’t want it

- BOUNTY HUNTER HUNGER GAMES OH YEA BABEY

- dooku is such a dramatic bastard, he and obi-wan must have gotten along great

- why does mother talzin low-key sound like dracula from hotel transylvania (her voice has been haunting me since her first appearance but i just recently figured out that this is probably why)

- by some miracle, i’ve done an amazing job of avoiding clone wars spoilers because most of this shit took me completely by surprise, but not in a good way

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