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pomplalamoose · 7 months

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Endor luke has me going insane so if you could can we please get some hc’s? 💗

YOU AND ME BOTH ANON Endor Luke deserves all the love in the world😭

I really had a lot to say too, so this is kinda all over the place, I'm sorry

(thank you so much for your patience🩵 work really took a toll on me and I desperately needed to take several naps instead of writing. I really wish I could post Luke thoughts as a living instead)

• I really like how Luke is portrayed in RotJ and how far he has come when you compare him to the boy he was at the beginning of ANH

• I think how he acts and carries himself on Endor is a very good example

• we already got a glimpse of it in Jabba's palace when he comes to save his friends

• but Endor Luke is peak Luke (or as close to his prime we've ever got to see him aside from his last fight with Vader and TboBF) and I love how this comes across in very simple and subliminal ways without being too flashy or over the top

• he still makes mistakes

• he struggles with himself and those around him

• he's far from being perfect

• and yet he tries so hard to leave his doubts aside to act in everyone's best interest

• in the most dire of situations he only thinks about his friends and family and how his actions could possibly have an impact on them

• he just loves them so much and it's, among other reasons, what eventually makes him refuse to join the dark side

• in the book it says that he hopes Han will never disappear from this universe

• when Leia goes missing Han asks if he wants some time to gain his strength again and all Luke says is "I want to find Leia."

• I see him blaming himself for a lot that happened, especially regarding what his friends had to go through

• he's definitely one to mull over a situation in his head again and again, going "I should have been there, I could have done this and that, I should have...etc.

• he has such a hard time acknowledging anything apart from what he could have done better

• and at the end he's ready to die, to get himself killed, if it means saving the people he loves

• he'd rather die than let his weaknesses put them in danger again

• I'm sure he will eventually learn how to overcome his past and accept it as it is because that too is part of becoming a Jedi

• but he's not ready for that yet and that's okay

• because there was so much happening over the short span of only a few years, he didn't get the time to deal with his losses and trauma

• how is he supposed to move on from his guilt without properly saying goodbye and forgiving himself

• let that man grieve for god's sake

• (and someone give him a stable father figure please)

• he doesn't let others see what's going on inside of him

• even those closest to him are often times unaware of his inner struggles until he opens a conversation about it himself

• in the book it's described how he sometimes banishes all emotions from his face and wears it like a mask as to not trouble anyone

• eventually Leia is the only one realizing there's something eating at him

• I think one reason for this is the awareness of his position at the head of the rebellion, of how many look up to him for guidance

• he wants to set a good example, wants to be strong for those who are scared or feeling hopeless

• but while he might feel inadequate and often tired he makes an impression wherever he goes

• I don't think he's aware of the impact he has and how great he actually is

• he doesn't give himself enough or any credit for how much he has grown and changed in a good way too

• he's calm, collected and exudes quiet confidence to a point where it's hard to shake him up or make him loose his cool like he would have earlier

• he has a strong presence, even when he's set on keeping in the background

• when he gives out orders they are well thought of and highly respected by his subordinates

• they put lots of trust into him and his judgement

• rarely does the impatience of his younger years get the better of him

• in the same way it has become unusual for him to raise his voice at all

• it's said in the book that the rebels chosen for the mission on Endor are a wildly thrown together group of people, some of them charged criminals

• and while I believe them to be invested in their cause, I think Luke would do a great job keeping them in check should someone act out of line

• he even SMILES in critical situations

• you know, like in that one scene where he, Han, Chewie and the droids are captured by the Ewoks

• and Han is so offended at them waving their lances in his face, yelling and threatening them

• meanwhile Luke is just very amused

• (I'm on my knees for him, like that's so hot I cant- )

• no longer does he act on impulse, but rather takes time to observe a situation before carefully trying to negotiate

• this not only shows his character development but also how much their relationship evolved

• at the beginning Han was definitely some kind of role model for Luke

• he's a pilot, has his own ship, something that Luke always wanted

• he has much experience and many stories to tell about his adventures

• to someone who never had the chance to leave their planet before he must have seemed grand and beyond impressive

• but I feel like Luke has grown so much he eventually surpassed Han and now smiles at his friends antics

• he's now able to see him the way he really is, instead of blindly idolizing him, which really balances out their friendship

• to round off this post I want to talk about how his fighting skills developed as well

• I already mentioned in some of my other posts that I think Luke is really strong but during the scenes on Endor we get to see glimpses of it too

• he's not only strong with the Force but physically capable as well

• he easily stops Han from pulling his weapon on the Ewoks with ONE hand

• during the chase scene with Leia we see him throw a man off his speeder bike like it's nothing

• he simply grabs him and he goes flying against a tree

• (it's even wilder in the book, where they describe Luke "grabbing the man's neck" to "sling" him away and into the tree with "bone crushing force")

• (please grab my neck and crush my bones too, daddy👀)

• in addition he is a very quick thinker and calm enough in stressful situations to come up with well calculated manoeuvers

• neither do his capabilities falter when put to the test

• the best example for this is the scene with the speeder bike racing towards him while shooting

• Luke easily deflects the laser bolts and then, like in afterthought, steps aside to cut off the front part

• and then he walks off like nothing happened

• like SIR-

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Rex – In Love And War 12 - Moving On

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The journey in the Marauder is a little tense. Away from Rex and Hunter facing off tense, Tech has some other troubling news to share.

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What Happened Before:

In Love And War

Part 2 -Noises In The Dark

Part 3 - Sinful Dreams

Part 4 - Mesh'la

Part 5 - Old Friends

Part 6 - Unspoken Things

Part 7 - Lies And Other Things About Love

Part 8 - Guilt And Forgiveness

Part 9 – Love At First Sight

Part 10 – Mine At Last

Part 11 - Unpleasant Surprises

Part 12 - Moving On

Rex was anything but happy about traveling in the Marauder. At least not under the given circumstances. His brow furrowed critically, he looked again and again at Hunter, who again and again looked critically at you.

The tension was palpable and the silence in the room much too loud. For a while, you concentrated on the low hum of the hyperdrive, blanking out your surroundings. Until Wrecker's loud snoring interrupted the silence.

You thought about what Hunter had said, you were still surprised that he thought you had broken his heart. Things between you had drifted, at one point you had hardly seen each other because of your work, you hadn't been close for months. Hunter hadn't contacted you and hadn't responded to your last two messages, so you felt he had no right to blame you. Finally, Order 66 came, and you hadn't thought about him for a while.

You were with Rex now, you were in love with him, and you weren't going to let him take that away from you. And you weren't willing to let Hunter make you feel guilty.

Echo, sitting across from you, smiled tentatively at you as you looked up. You returned the smile softly and asked, "How are you, Echo?"

"Pretty good. We're still alive, we've got jobs, and I've still got my squad. Order 66 was a shock, but I feel like I got off relatively unscathed."

You nodded with a sigh.

"You were on the cruiser with the 501st, you were transporting Maul, weren't you?" he asked.

You didn't remember it with any pleasure, but you couldn't blame him for being curious.

"That's right"

"Did any others make it?" he wanted to know.

Rex stirred beside you and said, "Not to our knowledge. Other than Y/N, myself, and Maul, no one has escaped the cruiser alive"

Echo raised his eyebrows and asked, "Maul is still alive?"

You nodded and avoided his gaze, you weren't going to tell him you released him because you and Rex needed a distraction to escape from the cruiser.

"He let you live?"

Rex said, "Our brothers tried to kill us, we were all in the same boat."

Echo blinked, then finally said, "I see."

"Where are we even going?" you wanted to know.

Hunter answered you, "Ord Mantell, for now. From there you can move on to wherever you want. The main thing is to get away from Batuu. The Empire has gotten wind that many refugees are retreating or stopping over there. They want to build up an outpost there to put a stop to it".

"You know all this from the radio transmissions Tech intercepted?" asked Rex.

Hunter nodded.

"A happy coincidence."

Tech, who had just come out of the cockpit, cleared his throat and said with his finger raised, "It was no coincidence. I was specifically looking for radio transmissions from the Empire."

Hunter rolled his eyes, finally nodded and said with a small smile, "Okay, it wasn't a coincidence. Tech has been purposefully intercepting these radio transmissions for a while now, without my knowledge."

You looked at Tech and asked, "Picked up any more interesting info?"

Tech nodded and sat down next to Echo, across from you in his bunk.

"One or two things," he said, pleased to share his knowledge, "Some of it I have yet to decipher, but some I already know. For example, that a new prototype T-Fighter is being worked on, the station to be built on Batuu and the planning of a station on the moon Endor. There are also new troopers to be trained, special commandos, they call them Inquisitors, Force-sensitive individuals who are supposed to track down surviving Jedi, among other things."

This was incredibly sinister news that Tech was revealing.

"That doesn't sound good at all," you said worriedly, "Force users working for the Empire are a straight-up nightmare"

Rex beside you gently grasped your hand.

"We'll deal with that, we won't let it get us down that easily".

Crosshair growled, "That's easy to say, but now imagine someone with Skywalker's abilities on the Empire's side"

Rex gulped.

"I'd rather not"

Echo played around with his scomp link, nervous and lost in thought, his gaze crossed Rex's, and he finally said, "The Jedi were a strange bunch sometimes, but I kind of miss them"

Rex sighed softly and nodded, "Me too brother, I miss our Commander"

"Ahsoka?" asked Echo.

"Yes. As far as I know, she's still alive, probably. But I'm not sure. She wasn't with the other Jedi when Order 66 went down. Ahsoka was with the Mandalorians, with Bo Katan to be exact," Rex explained.

Echo said, "That's good, so the chances of her being alive aren't bad at all."

You nodded and smiled encouragingly at Rex, "Ahsoka isn't so easy to get down. She's gone toe-to-toe with Maul, after all, and he's killed seasoned Jedi Masters. Skywalker trained her very well, if anyone can survive, it's her."

Rex smiled and nodded as well, he knew Ahsoka was capable and strong.

Tech stood up and walked back to the cockpit, saying as he walked, "We'll be exiting hyperspace in orbit around Ord Mantell any moment now"

"So this is where you live now?" you asked Hunter.

He looked at you, shook his head and said, "No not really. We live in the Marauder, this is just a stopover"

"And your employer," Cid murmured.

Hunter rolled his eyes but finally said, "Let me introduce you. This is Cid, Cid this is an old...friend"

" Friend, huh? Interesting to see someone in your midst who isn't a clone."

You raise your eyebrows and ask, "Old?"

Hunter shrugs and smirks.

"You're older than me."

Cid grumbles, "Everyone is older than you, clone."

He rolls his eyes and is about to introduce Rex when Cid says, "Never mind, I don't need to know names. Here is the payment for your last mission, the customer was satisfied"

Hunter accepts the small case.

"What kind of work are you doing here?" you want to know.

"Various things," Hunter says evasively.

Echo says bluntly, "You could call it mercenary work."

Hunter adds, "We do what we can and must to survive."

You raise your hands placatingly, "No blame from me, I was just curious"

Tech joined in and said, "I found a shuttle you could use to leave Ord Mantell shortly and move on"

Rex said, " Probably for the best. The more of us in a bunch the more likely we are to stand out and maybe attract unwanted attention"

Hunter and Tech escorted you to the shuttle, Hunter handed Rex and you some contact information and said, "Just in case you guys ever get into trouble"

"Thanks," you and Rex said almost simultaneously.

Hunter sighed and said, "I'm sorry for the way I acted. I had no right."

"It's forgotten," you said with a grin.

Tech stayed quietly in the background and nodded goodbye to you.

Hunter called after you, "Rex! Watch out for her, she has a knack for getting into trouble."

Rex smiled and replied, "I will."

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dailydragon08 · 10 months

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Maybe you’ve spoken about this elsewhere but: do you remember the first time you watched Star Wars? Was Luke your guy from the beginning (he certainly was for me!), and what did you initially like about him?

I actually haven’t said before! My dad was actually the one who got me into Star Wars. He loooooves it and constantly talked it up so much when I was a kid. I had the whole Endor tree village play set with all the action figures and remember playing with them before I even watched any of the movies. I knew going in Luke would become a Jedi, so he was already my fav cuz cool powers.

I remember my dad making a whole thing out of watching ANH (idt the prequel trilogy was out yet, but they were in the process of filming TPM?). Like we got comfy on the couch with a million pillows and blankets and made popcorn and everything. I was 10, so I got the Parent Hand slapped over my eyes when they showed Owen and Beru’s bodies lol. But I looooved the movie. Like was just so obsessed with it and then just inhaled everything Star Wars related.

I remember liking Luke and thinking he was cute, and having a massive crush on ROTJ Luke. To this day, I think that’s probably a big part of the reason ROTJ is my favorite. But I don’t think I really fully appreciated who he was as a character till later. I remember having a bit of a crush on Han when I was little too and just loved how badass Leia was.

I think I’ve talked about this before, but now especially as someone who unfortunately has my own trauma, Luke is just so personal to me. He’s been through a lot of trauma and I think people forget that cuz he tends to be very loving and sunshiney. But that’s also WHY I love him so much, cuz that loving, sunshine nature is a conscious choice that is very hard to make and takes a huge level of strength to maintain after all he’s been through. Like in canon, he’s bullied growing up, loses his family in more ways that one (Owen & Beru getting killed, watching Obi-Wan die, Vader knocking down the pedestal Luke put Anakin up on with the dad reveal and just completely changing how Luke sees himself and his family name, even having to rescramble how he sees Leia in his head post-twin reveal if you wanna get really detailed, then watches his dad die right after he gets him back), fights in a LITERAL WAR and is made a commander (which in the radio drama, I think happens because his CO gets killed and they’re just like “congrats, you’re promoted”) by his early twenties. Like he has SO MUCH SHIT happen to him by the end of ROTJ and he’s not even 30. I don’t think anyone would blame him if he had become bitter and angry, but he DIDN’T. Like I had some issues with his characterization in TBOBF, but he’s still the same kind, nurturing, gentle Luke.

Speaking of kind and nurturing, I think I was just always drawn to how he’s such a polar opposite of all the toxic masculinity stuff that’s popular with male characters in the media. We need more male characters who are gentle and kind and sweet and loving and that doesn’t take away from their strength or is pointed at in canon as being “weak” by their peers. Me characterizing him this way is also a big part of why I was not a sequel fan (no shade to anyone who likes it and obviously, this is just my personal opinion; but Luke is just very personal to me cuz he’s a symbol of yes, you CAN make it to the other side of your trauma without being a broken mess).

Sorry this got away from me a bit 😅

#luke skywalker #star wars #asks open

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bucky-seifert · 1 year

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The Rise of Skywalker came out 3 years ago today and it is a movie that still sometimes occupied my headspace. So, I felt the need to make a list compiling my thoughts about it.

My feelings are all over the place, but it's fitting because the movie is all over the place. I do ultimately like it despite it's problems, which I will mention below.

Things I like

The opening sequence is great. The way Kylo Ren approaches the Sith Citadel and Palpatine is seriously badass.

Exogol is an awesome planet in my opinion. I admit I'm a sucker for strong primary colors, though.

There is some really fun action sequences

The dynamic of the 3 leads is fun and they have good chemistry, especially between Poe and Finn.

Despite the lack of planning, the trilogy manages to have a thesis of “Where you come from does not define who you are”. Finn was a storm trooper for a fascist military junta, Poe was a spice runner for a crime lord, and Rey is descended from one of the most dreaded figures in galactic history. Despite this, they were all able to move past that, and become good people.

Rey Skywalker. It symbolizes how she truly found what she was looking for this whole time, a family, and she now has a found family.

Everything Kylo Ren

Lando. Just everything Lando. More Lando is only ever a good thing.

The moment of Poe expressing how he didn’t feel ready next to Leia’s body.

On an emotional level I found it satisfying.

The Han Solo cameo was a great and moving scene.

I think Sith Troopers just look cool

How in the final battle the skills of all 3 leads came into play.

Hey finally some Y-Wings and B-Wings.

Things I'm indifferent, come down the middle or am just iffy about

Reylo. It’s not that it didn’t feel built up, it’s just something I always found myself indifferent toward.

Rey Palpatine. While it serves the above mentioned thesis, I still have mixed feelings on her being a Palpatine. It does explain where her power comes from, but also it would have been interesting to just have her be a nobody.

Battle of Exogol. An awesome battle in concept, it just should have been longer in the movie with more shots of space combat so it really felt like a huge battle. What was there made it feel underwhelming.

Leia scenes felt awkward but that isn’t something you can really blame on the film makers, and they probably did the best you could ask for.

“Somehow Palpatine has returned”. It’s a terrible line but I kind of love it because it’s so terrible. Same applies to "They fly now"

Things I did not like

Xyston Class Star Destroyers. Especially after how awesome the Resugence class SD is, the Xyston feels lazy by comparison

All the stuff appealing to those that raged at The Last Jedi, which is what most of Beaumont’s dialog is

The insane pacing in the first half that didn’t give the big story beats enough time to land.

How it supposedly all takes place in the span of 16 hours. That is something my brain just can't accept unless it's not our standard measurement of an hour.

Lack of Rose.

Why couldn’t the Death Star II wreckage have just been on Endor?

Fake out deaths

That stupid freaking dagger. Seriously that whole dagger was contrived as heck even by Star Wars standards and Star Wars is already very contrived.

The fact that the Disney execs were too cowardly to give us Finn/Poe

Ultimately tried to cram too much story into a single 2 and a half hour long movie.

Why did they replace Kylo’s TIE Silencer with a TIE Whisper? The Silencer was so dang cool I don’t get it.

#Star Wars #The Rise of Skywalker #TROS #star wars ix #star wars episode ix #Sequel trilogy #Star Wars Episode IX The Rise of Skywalker

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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 years

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Home is Where the Hearts Is

Summary: Kairi doesn't like Quadratum. SoKai. A fic written for SoKai Day 2022. KHIV fic. Oneshot.

Home is Where the Heart Is

Sora knew almost instantly upon her arriving there, that Kairi didn’t like Quadratum.

And it was something that the kind Princess of Heart hid pretty well, since Sora told her that they would have to stay in Unreality for a few days, in order for him to wrap things up, before they could go home.

The Keyblade Master knew that Kairi was trying to give this new world the chance that Sora had finally done so in the end… but as Kairi gazed at the monochrome buildings all around her on the days they would explore the city, it was almost like they were stealing the light from her usually so vibrant eyes, Sora couldn’t help noticing.

“What is it about this place that grinds your gears so much?” Sora finally found himself asking Kairi, on day three of their adventure, when he couldn’t bear to see her like this any longer, nor to beat around the bush anymore. They were getting an ice cream in Miyashita Park now, so Sora prayed that it would help take the edge off of what might prove to be a tough conversation.

Kairi was trying. She really was. For instance, she’d taken to skateboarding on some of the railings of this world—even though skateboarding was more difficult in Unreality than back home—like the best of them; and curiously enough, Kairi did enjoy the very modern thing called “virtual reality,” but was afraid of many big screen TVs playing around her all at once. But was Kairi happy in this place that was met to be the Child of Destiny’s kingdom, as well of the Realm of Light was? It was clear that she wasn’t.

“I…” Kairi started. After she was done gaping like a fish, for Sora having guessed what her real feelings were, he guessed.

And the brunet wondered if she was going to say that it was the world selection system here that bothered her so. And if she was, Sora certainly couldn’t begrudge Kairi that. It had taken him forever to figure out how to get to Endor, after all. Give him a gummi ship any day, he thought.

But then Kairi said the simple truth that he should have known all along.

“Well, for one thing, it took you away from us for too long, Sora. And as wrong as it is to blame it for that, I find that I do.”

And at once, Sora felt like the biggest jerk in the world, for not having realized that this was where Kairi’s heart lied.

“Oh, Kairi! It’s okay!” Sora exclaimed, bringing the princess into his embrace now, as the two of them got out of the line and stood beside a bench.

And seeming embarrassed—and was he imagining tears streaming from her eyes and now wetting his shirt?—Kairi buried her face against his chest.

Talking about negative emotions was still sometimes hard for Kairi, since she knew that if she didn’t have a special heart, it would have led to darkness within her. And she almost felt like she was betraying her Princess of Heart status by feeling them at all, so then she hated herself for that betrayal. “I promise that it’s okay. You’re allowed to feel these things. And I want you to tell me when you do, okay?” Sora reassured his girlfriend again, running a hand through her lovely red hair as he did so.

Kairi chuckled at his reassurance—or maybe it was just his hand in her hair, perhaps it had tickled her—and that seemed to sober her up some, so that she could talk about another thing that she didn’t like about Quadratum. “I also don’t like that store that says ‘Loser.’ I know it’s not actually a store. It’s really a charity: and it’s trying to encourage people to come in and willingly ‘lose’ some of their money to help the less fortunate out, but you’d think they could have come up with a better name for it.”

“Yeah, they definitely could’ve!” Sora for sure agreed with that one. He’d felt the same way when he’d first come across the place, and it was for that reason he’d partly hoped that Kairi wouldn’t see it. But she’d just happened to see a banner advertising it, when he’d shown her the building he’d stood atop when he fought Yozora the first time.

“And I’ll tell you a reason that I don’t like Quadratum, Kairi: because it’s not home. And that’s definitely something that counts against it, isn’t it?

“In fact, that’s why Riku’s already packed his bags and gone home, in knowing that I’m safe and in good hands with you,” Sora said, as he slumped down in the pretty grass of Miyashita Park and pulled Kairi down with him. She giggled at that. Especially when a butterfly landed on her nose.

“Too true,” his girl agreed. She gazed into Sora’s eyes then, and Sora thought that she was about to say something about him being her true home, anyway, but then seemed to think better of it, since that would be too cheesy. “But I swear I really don’t hate Quadratum, Sora. I may not have yet come to love it like you have, but if nothing else, the sightly lights in the evening speak to my heart.”

Sora looked at Kairi then. Really looked at her. She was so beautiful and amazing, with her poetic words as always. And he would never regret that he had used the Power of Waking to save her and had ended up here in response to that. He would do so again a million times if he had to for her, in fact.

But wanting to be somewhat poetic like Kairi—if he was her mate, and he was—Sora responded to her with, “Then it’s perfect that we’re going to make a portal to go home tonight. You can look at the ‘sightly lights’ one more time, and then back to the Islands it is!” Just like they’d always wanted to return there and stay!

“Back to the islands it is,” Kairi purred, delicately kissing Sora’s cheek upon snuggling into his lap.

And no words had ever sounded so beautiful.

Author's Note: This story was inspired by me honestly not knowing what we would do in Quadratum after a while—so I guess it’s a good thing that we CAN go to other worlds from there—it honestly doesn’t feel very KH-y to me, and there’s a part of me that’s not that excited about it. So I’m also glad that eventually Sora will be going home, of course, and we’ll also be seeing Realm of Light shenanigans throughout. So I decided to write the idea of Kairi not liking Quadratum (I guess Kairi’s basically my spokesperson here). Because while I don’t think Sora will like it at first either, I think he will eventually. He's Sora. Also, though it’s not a place: there IS a sign that says “loser” that you can see when you fight Yozora in the secret episode of Re:Mind. LOL. For the purposes of this story, I decided to turn it into a location. Happy SoKai Day!

#kh #kingdom hearts #sokai #sokai day #sokai day 2022 #fluff #romance #some dealing with things #sora #kairi #a khiv fic #shanna writes #my work #mine #oneshot

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ask-sad-ghost-piett · 1 year

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Posthumous Admiral's Log - Entry 40

Read the full log on Ao3.

Some three decades after my death I now find myself in my childhood bedroom wide awake, compressed between the wall and Max, while Needa has settled in for the night on the floor. This is even more awkward than the time I walked in on Tarkin having a hologram call with TK-421.

At least we are no longer stranded on Exegol. My mother came by in the same Axxilan Minicruiser she’d been driving since I was five years’ old. Somehow, we managed to fit into the ship for an unbearably long ride to Axxila. If breathing was still a concern of mine, I swear I would have suffocated.

Predictably, my mother spent the first hour or so lecturing me on how I should have known better than to fight someone so close to a vortex of ambiguous origin and how this is the same kind of behavior that led to me crashing the Executor into the DS-II. (Mind you, I have told her thousands of times that I did not crash the Executor, yet she seems convinced that I singlehandedly steered a 19 kilometer-long ship into the second Death Star.) Once she was done shouting at me, she then rounded on Motti and Jerjerrod for getting me into this mess. Of course, she had to bring up the time Jerjerrod brought me to that one cabaret on his homeplanet. (“I still can’t believe you exposed Firmus to that kind of display! He was barely 30, and he’s sensitive!”)

I really wish she’d find another word to describe me besides “sensitive”. Motti was sniggering every time she said it. He only shut up when my mother threatened to throw him out the airlock.

At least my mother approves of Max. I was a little worried given that she was very attached to my ex-boyfriend in the ISB (the same one who left me as live bait for the dreadful miniature bears of Endor which goes to show what an excellent judge of character she is). However, it appears that Max has at least met some of her impossibly high standards.

“I always hoped that my Firmus would find a good, loyal Imperial officer to settle down with and kill Rebel scoundrels,” she told him. “It’s a shame you never tied the knot in life. We could have had a nice wedding. My son has always had trouble acting on his feelings. It’s part of him being sensitive.”

After this ordeal, I had hoped that my mother would be willing to send my sensitive soul back to the afterlife as soon as we arrived on Axxila. However, it was very late when we arrived home, and she decided she was too tired to complete any interdimensional rituals. I suppose I can’t blame her. She is 94, though she doesn’t look it. Apparently, she has some complicated skin care routine. She’s tried to explain it to me before. Something about using “mini chlorine” to promote life and prevent wrinkles. I tried to tell her that chlorine is toxic, but she wouldn’t listen.

So, now we’ll have to wait until morning for the exorcism. For the night, Motti and Jerjerrod ended up taking the guest room, while Max and I are crammed into my old bedroom. Originally, I’d asked Needa to bunk with Motti and Jerjerrod in the guest room, but he refused. He says Max and I are better company and we “demonstrate more control” over keeping our hands to ourselves. Evidently, it never occurred to Needa that part of the reason Max and I often have to keep our hands to ourselves is because of his persistent presence as the third wheel.

Call it sour jogan fruit, but I doubt Max and I could do anything in this bed which is much too small for either of us. Besides, getting up to any kind of intimate activity in this setting would be uncomfortable in more ways than one. Surprisingly, Max managed to fall asleep and has been snoring away for the past several hours. He mentioned he’s slept in worse places than this. I can imagine whatever accommodations they have inside those AT-ATs must not be too comfortable.

Being in this room brings back all sorts of memories, namely involving my pet womprat which was stolen by pirates. I used to play with her in this room and being back here only makes me miss her more. The fact that I incinerated her kidnappers thirteen years after the fact with a squadron of TIE Fighters only provides minimal comfort.

I ought to stop with this pointless reminiscing. Perhaps I can still catch an hour or two of sleep before the exorcism, though it is unlikely. Besides the uncomfortable accommodations, I have been hearing odd noises throughout the house. It seems to be some kind of electrical buzzing sound. Every now and then the lights flicker on before turning off again. If I wasn’t a deceased spirit myself, I would fear this house was haunted. I’ll have to remember to ask my mother about this in the morning. She may need to call an electrician.

- Admiral Piett

#posthumous log #firmus piett #veers x piett #maximilian veers #piett's mommy issues #crack fic #motti x jerjerrod #in the background making needa uncomfortable #piett's mother #crack plot twist coming up in 3... 2...

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Child of Mandalore - Dawn of the First Order, Prologue

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Archive Warnings: Major character death, graphic depictions of violence

Rating: Mature

Summary: Luke Skywalker finally welcomes three new Jedi Knights into his academy. Vlora, Jacen, and Ben have all trained and studied together under his instruction as padawans and they are finally ready to be knighted. Anxious to rise up in the order and to see their families for the first time in years, the three young Jedi miss the signs of impending darkness on the academy. Jacen and Vlora help uncover secrets of the elusive First Order while battling their rising feelings for one another as Ben battles his own inner conflict between the Dark and the Light.

Tags: Angst and Tragedy, Major OC, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Post-Star Wars: Rebels, Pre-Star Wars: The Force Awakens, The Mandalorian.

Author's Note: This will be a long, multichapter fic and the first of 3 parts in a series. Part 1 still has a few chapters left to write and edit, but it's coming along! For now, only posting the prologue + first 3 chapters.

The story will not be fully canon-compliant or fully compliant with extended universe lore, but will generally follow the cinematic storyline, with some deviations from the different tv series. Character POVs will change depending on the chapter, sometimes multiple POVs in one chapter.

I've had this idea for a while, but finally got the courage to write and share it! I hope you enjoy reading :)

After all these years, Luke still wasn’t sure about his decision to train a new generation of Jedi. His new academy had been started nearly 20 years ago, but still the doubt lingered. He had felt the calling ever since the Battle of Endor when he helped to overthrow the Empire and restore peace to the galaxy, or so he thought. He felt a responsibility to bring back the old religion, but he had also learned that it couldn’t be the same as in the times of the old Republic. The people of the galaxy were hesitant to welcome a new order of Jedi. More so than that, the parents of the Force-sensitive children he had been able to track down were reluctant to allow them to leave.

Leia had been so encouraging of this new endeavor even before she knew she was expecting Ben. She tried to warn him of the challenges and resistance he would meet, but he was young and arrogant. His very first youngling had begun his training with Luke, but was unable, or unwilling, to give up his attachment to his adoptive father. Luke had returned Grogu to the Mandalorian who had found him, deeming him an unfit student. He tried to recruit many other students but received the same responses from them and their families.

The galaxy had changed, giving up one’s child to dedicate their lives to the Jedi was no longer seen as an honor, but an unnecessary sacrifice. The only people who had ever agreed to those terms were Leia and Han, most likely because they knew and trusted Luke. He couldn’t blame the parents of these gifted children, he always felt guilty even proposing their training. The old Jedi Order did not allow the children they inducted to be in contact with their families to prevent them from forming attachments. At first, Luke agreed with that mentality. He sought to remove those distractions from his students, so they were free to be guided by the Force. However, after trying time and time again to recruit students to his cause, Luke knew he would have to think differently from the Jedi who came before him. He meditated for hours at a time, sought wisdom in old Jedi texts, and he spoke with Leia during their own training sessions. After a while, Luke realized something. He had chosen to help his friends and family, the people he loved, over his own Jedi training and he was still able to become a Jedi Knight. He overcame his emotions and put them aside when the time came to make the right decision. He had formed meaningful, deep relationships with those he cared about and felt that he was still able to fulfill his duty as a Jedi. Why couldn’t the students he taught learn to do the same?

Finally, Luke settled on a compromise for his students. They would learn and practice the Jedi arts on Ossus, but their immediate family would have the ability to come and visit their children and siblings. This would only be allowed until the child had achieved their official padawan status, which was different ages depending on the student. At that time, Luke asked that the parents leave their children to the teachings of the Jedi, only to be reintroduced once the padawan was given the title of Jedi Knight. He believed that this would give them the opportunity to know and love their families but teach them that they would have to spend time apart to learn to control their feelings and emotions. They would know the love and care that their families had for them, but they would also learn how to prioritize their responsibility as Jedi. They would have these complicated emotions and feelings, but they would also learn how to work through them, how to control them. If they could master this, they would be stronger and more resilient for it. He would have a new generation of Jedi who are even more inclined towards compassion and peace, rather than having to wonder about what might have been. That curiosity and fear had turned his own father to the Dark Side. He didn’t want the same curiosity pulling at his own students.

His standards developed over time, but as he recruited more and more students, he couldn’t help but feel that he had made the right choice. The New Republic helped him contact families, thanks to Leia. Having their support helped the families feel more confident in letting their children study under Luke. Their families felt grateful that they could be involved, that they could witness their children learn this mysterious power. He even asked Grogu to come back under these new guidelines, but the little foundling had become quite happy with his Mandalorian lifestyle. The goodbyes between new padawans and their families were always bittersweet, but he always took comfort in the fact that they would see each other again when the student had completed their training. He had lost some students as time went on, they realized that they were not willing to give up their lives and attachments for the Order. Those students were peacefully dismissed, free to live the rest of their lives as they pleased.

Until recently, he had been feeling much more confident in his technique. Two of his oldest students, Vlora and Jacen, had seemed to thrive in these surroundings. Both of them talked of their families often and fondly but were also focused and driven to learn the ways of the Jedi. Then there was Ben, his nephew, Leia and Han’s son. He had shown so much potential as a child. His mastery of the Force was unmatched before he became a padawan, so much so that Luke had considered moving him up to a padawan rather early, at only 9 years old. Then there was an incident that gave Luke pause.

Ben’s father, Han Solo, had been badly injured during a fight in the Outer Rim working to clean up some Imperial activity. At the time, it was unclear whether Han would survive his injuries. Ben felt his father’s distress through the Force. The young boy was distraught, Luke found him at the edge of the lake throwing rocks as hard as he could into the water and screaming to let out his anger. Luke tried to calm him, but Ben called on the Force and unleashed a wall of power that knocked Luke away from him and into a tree. Ben ran away, tears streaming down his face. When Luke was able to stand back up and run after him, he found Ben being comforted by Vlora. Her nose was bleeding, and appeared to be broken, but she was just sitting next to him, holding him. At that moment, Luke had started to doubt his ability to teach and guide his nephew. He could sense Ben’s power rising faster than Luke could help him to control it. He could sense the pull towards the Dark Side that Luke had feared would corrupt his students, the pull that seemed to plague their family. That’s when he started to keep Ben at arm’s length, trying to encourage Ben to think of him only as a Jedi Master, rather than his uncle, his family. He also made a difficult decision, one that may come back to haunt him for the rest of his days.

When it was finally time for Ben to become one of Luke’s padawans, rather than inviting both of his parents to see him one last time before his training would continue, Luke had asked Han to stay away. Ben had such a visceral reaction to the possibility of Han dying, that he was worried such a reunion would push him over the edge. He didn’t share the reasoning with Ben, only that his father was unable to attend. Furthermore, he wasn’t truthful with Han either. He told his old friend that Ben didn’t wish to have him there. Luke was never sure why he didn’t tell them the truth, there was just a small voice in his head that told him it was the right thing to do. More often than not, that voice sounded a lot like his old master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Luke couldn’t stand the thought of telling Han that he had failed his son. He felt that sparing Ben’s feelings while pushing Han away would help Ben detach himself more. Now, he felt quite a bit of remorse at that choice. Han had declined the invitation to see Ben knighted today. He didn’t think that Ben would want him here again, and Luke knew that was his own fault.

Regardless of his failings, today marked the day that he would see his theory in practice. Today, his first small group of padawans were to be granted the rank of Jedi Knight.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars headcanons #the mandalorian #mandalorian headcanons #star wars oc #sw fanfic #star wars angst

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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Denial - Chpt.1&2

Summary: Love isn't a topic that was taught back on Kamino, so it's up to Crosshair to figure these things out, all by himself. However, he's in constant denial, and with a small nudge from Hunter, Crosshair begins his journey of discovering how deep his admiration runs for you.

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Reader Description: Reader is female, and uses she/her pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of her appearance.

Reader’s Background Story: The Reader is a Bounty Hunter who quite literally bumped into the Batch one day. She took a liking to them, and understood that they were desperate for money, so, she introduced them to Cid. Now, she is a part of the Batch, who are still working for Cid as currently, that is their only source of income.

Word count: 3.5k

Tags: Slow burn, Mutual pining, Flirting, Denial of feelings, Feelings realisation.

Notes: This has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS, so I figured I should begin posting it, and hope that this won't end up as another abandoned multi-chapter fic. We'll see >:)

Chapter 3

"Excellent stance, Omega. Keep it up."

Your compliment makes the girl smile, although her mind remains focus on her task. She's repeating the moves you've taught her, a stick between both hands, flowing through the sequence with ease.

Omega grinned like a child in a candy store when you offered to train her in combat, seeing as she's now riding around with your odd bunch. Sure, they may be desirably mutated clones, but you're the Bounty Hunter, and in Omega's eyes, that makes you (somehow) stronger.

Hunter was uncertain, but understood that Omega needs to learn at least the basics. Everybody hopes that she'll never have to put your training into use, but they all know in the back of their minds that it's more than likely she will one day, whether that's next week, or years in the future.

Endor is thankfully a nice planet to crash-land on, with thick, lush fields of trees, and so far, no run-ins with the locals. Well, you've all been here for quite some time, hung up on another one of Cid's missions, and you were unfortunately shot down during your escape. Thankfully, your rivals haven't discovere your location, and hopefully, things will stay that way.

Tech and Echo have spent the last few days making repairs to the ship, accompanied by Wrecker whenever heavy lifting needs doing. The Havoc Marauder isn't in the worst state that it's ever been in, but far from the best; you're expecting to spend a few more days here, and in Omega's eyes, that just means more training time.

She's a fast learner, somewhat of a copy-cat. However, she sometimes gets ahead of herself, causing her moves to get sloppy, or her mind to drift elsewhere. What can you expect? She's a child. You can't blame her for being excited, and it's something she'll learn to control within time.

There have been a few instances where her self-proclaimed 'failure' has caused her to get upset, but there's nothing that soft words and a tight hug can't fix. You're always there to catch her whenever she falls, and Hunter's beaten you to it a few times, considering he likes to sit and watch on the regular, often calling out compliments like a proud father.

For once, Hunter isn't looming over today's lesson. He headed into the forests a few hours back to hunt tonight's dinner, leaving you to train Omega, Echo and Tech to continue repairing the ship with Wrecker on standby, and Crosshair is... somewhere. He went for a walk, possibly? You're unsure, seeing as that man keeps his distance from you - from everyone.

Crosshair is similar to other snipers that you've met before: cold and closed, wary of others, independent, somewhat of a lone wolf who's found himself a pack. He's been snappy with you before, just like everybody else, and Hunter pulled you aside when you two first argued to explain that unfortunately, Crosshair is 'just like that.'

You always give him his personal space. You've once been quite the loner, since your career choice is best played solo, and going from solitude to constantly being around people did affect you at first, but you grew to accompany it. It's not that you don't enjoy the company of this boisterous bunch, but it can sometimes be hard to breathe. You treasure the moments you have alone, such as scrolling through your holopad in your bunk, or watching the stars in the dead of night whilst everybody else is asleep.

Crosshair, however, hasn't adapted quite like you, and goes out of his way to create moments where he can simply be alone. It's understandable, everybody needs their alone time, some more than others.

"Let's run through that sequence one more time," you instruct Omega, who lets out an over-the-top, defeated sigh. Children, huh?

"Again? Can we please move on to something else? I'm getting bored!" Omega protests, her shoulders drooping as she begins attempting to use her puppy eyes on you.

"I'll make a deal with you, Omega. Run through it once more, and then we'll move on to something else?"

"Alright," Omega agrees, but doesn't seem too keen on the offer. It's going to take her a minute at most to demonstrate the sequence that you've both been going through these last few days, but in her mind, that minute feels much longer than it really is.

She rushes through it, and you honestly can't blame her. Following sequences is always a boring task, but it needs to be done to teach proper stances, as well as helping the flow during combat.

Omega grins at you as she announces that she's done, and you can't help but laugh. "Okay, we'll move onto something else. How about we try some one on one combat?"

"You mean, like, me versus you?" Omega questions, and grins even more when you nod.

"-But we're going to go slowly, okay? This isn't a fight. You're going to learn the key points to focus on whilst in one on one combat," you explain, and Omega is happy either way. This beats following sequences.

You search around the flat opening that you've been training in and retrieve a stick, your makeshift weapon, and begin the next exercise. Omega is taught defence first, blocking your attacks, although she does try to jump at every opening she sees. She's eager, which is understandable, but you have to pull her down a notch to prevent her getting ahead of herself.

As always, Omega understands, and apologizes for getting ahead of herself. The next hour is spent running through defence stances, unaware that a curious pair of eyes are watching in the distance.

Crosshair finds himself propping his weight up against one of the many trees, looking down into the clearing where you're training Omega. He had, in fact, gone on a walk to earn himself some alone time, and had overheard your training session on his way back to the Marauder. The boys have all watched you two train at some point, mostly Hunter, but Crosshair has never watched a lesson unfold on his own before.

At first, he was simply curious to see how the lesson was panning out, but his mind began fixating on something specific - someone specific.

Crosshair continues grinding on another toothpick, subconsciously fiddling with the thin piece of wood. He often zones out like this, unaware of his minor fidgeting, especially when his eyes and mind are locked onto somebody else. You've caught Crosshair staring at you before, and assumed that he had simply zoned out without realizing, or that he was studying you, a somewhat new member who he can't quite pin-point; when in reality, Crosshair has been silently cursing you out for being, well, you.

Maker forbid anybody else finds out, or catches on to the feelings that he constantly denies, but you've hit a soft spot in his heart. It took him forever to catch on, but he eventually realized his admiration for you one night when he couldn't sleep - what a surprise.

The slender clone had pulled back the curtains to his top bunk, ready to swing his legs over the side and help himself down, wanting to retrieve a glass of water. However, he was stopped in his tracks at the sight of you asleep.

Your bunk curtains were drawn back, not that you often close them anyway. You were conked out, fast asleep, bundled up under your blankets; your hair was a mess, your breaths were heavy, and if you saw yourself you'd find yourself incredibly unappealing. But Crosshair didn't see you like that, he saw you as a woman enjoying her well-needed rest, appealingly comfortable, and Crosshair convinced himself that there was space beside you for himself.

The pieces were finally put together, and Crosshair realized he had a weakness - a sappy spot for you.

Most people would begin acting on their admiration, but not him. Maker, no. Crosshair realized he had no idea how to hold a conversation with you, let alone flirt, and why would anybody go for a clone? Especially a mutated one? Instead, Crosshair became even more closed off, often making dry, dull, sarcastic comments towards you, which is actually his way of flirting.

His petty jabs went unnoticed by you; sarcasm is his favourite style of talking to people, so you didn't pick up on his flirtatious undertones, and neither did he. In reality, he was trying to push you away, to bury his feelings, to clear his mind from his constant thoughts of you. It didn't work. If anything, Crosshair began to admire you even more.

You accepted him for who he is, even throughout his petty comments. You barely bat your eyes at the comments that Crosshair assumed would hurt, and that only made his feelings worse. He's in it for the long run, but continues to resist approaching you like a normal person. The only side of Crosshair that you're ever going to see is his dry, dull comments - or at least, that's what you both think.

Crosshair continues to watch the training session, gawking through half-lidded eyes, fixated on your constant strength and determination, perfectly balanced with the patience you have for Omega. Crosshair's has never been a fan of children, minus the clone he calls his sister, but the way you address her makes his heart flutter. At times, you talk to her like a child, through soft words, praise, and encouragement; and other times you'll speak to her like a friend, sharing secrets whenever you two build a blanket fort, or commending on the shows you watch together on your holopad.

Surprisingly, Crosshair was the person who draped a blanket over you and Omega when you'd both fallen asleep whilst watching one of your many holoshows. It was after a training session that wore you both out, and she joined you on your bunk, your holopad propped up against your knee, and Omega cuddled up to your side, Lula in her arms.

Everybody else was in the cockpit, leave you two in peace to doze off as the show continued to play. Crosshair had found you both like that, and turned your holopad off, placing it where you usually store it, followed by tucking you and Omega in. He peered over his shoulder every other second to ensure the others wouldn't catch him doing something so thoughtful, and was gentle whilst tucking both of you in, not wanting to wake either of you.

The toothpick between Crosshairs lips is finally discarded on the forest floor as he runs through such memory, and he's about to begin chewing on another, when the sound of footsteps drags his attention away. Hunter's approaching, a deceased animal swung over his shoulder, enough for tonight's dinner. Crosshair can feel himself tense up, as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't, but Hunter doesn't seem to notice his tension (or he chooses not to comment on it.)

"How are they?" Hunter questions, standing beside his brother and peering down into the clearing, watching you two spar.

"Fine," Crosshair replies, shifting his weight against the tree again. His shoulders relax, arms folding over and pressing tightly to his chest.

There's a few, short moments of silence, until Hunter speaks up again. "Omega's a fast learner."

"And a good student, too," Crosshair adds. Hunter smiles at his praise, agreeing with his comment.

"Well, she has a good teacher," Hunter explains, and peers out the corner of his eyes to watch Crosshair's reaction.

"Thankfully," he sighs. "We were fortunate to add her to our team, although I'll never understand why she decided to stay."

Hunter can't help but laugh. "So, you do like her?" he jabs, and is met with his brother's glare. Crosshair remains silent, and Hunter continues picking on him. "Oh, come on, Cross. We all assumed you disliked her the most."

"You're wrong, Sarge. I tolerate her the most," Crosshair corrects him, keeping his gaze fixated on the training session. Looking at Hunter whilst he's making his jabs will only stir Crosshair up, so he does what's best for his state, and looks away.

Hunter smiles whilst shaking his head, his eyes flicking back over to the training session. Despite not having heightened senses, Crosshair can tell that something's on the tip of Hunter's tongue, and his patience quickly runs dry. "Spit it out, Hunter," he orders.

Hunter laughs once more before making a bold comment. "I can sense how fast your heart goes whenever she speaks to you."

Crosshair lets out a sigh, refusing to show the embarrassment and fear that he now has. "Your senses are lying to you, for once, Hunter," he brushes him off, refusing to look at his brother.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that... but her heartbeat speeds up too."

Crosshair holds the urge he has to look at his brother, wanting to study his face, to figure out if he's lying, but showing an interest in his comment will only confirm that Hunter's assumptions are true. Instead, he scowls at the floor, brows knitted together, and a hand trailing up to pluck the toothpick from between his lips. He fiddles on the thin stick, twirling it between his fingers, fidgeting whilst his mind attempts to piece everything together.

Do you actually like him? Like - not tolerate.

Hunter's watching Crosshair in the corner of his eye the entire time, softly smiling to himself. So, the feelings really are there. If they weren't then Crosshair would have shut him down by now, he would have cast a scowl, pointing his finger at his Sergeant whilst he accuses him of lying.

Hunter knows that Crosshair isn't going to reply. However, he wants Crosshair to know that his secret is safe with him, and that he should at least try and see if you two are compatible. "Maybe you should start being nice to her, Cross. And by nice I mean genuinely nice, not another spin-off of your sarcasm," Hunter suggests.

This time, Hunter is met with a scowl. "I'm not looking for advice, Hunter," Crosshair spits whilst flicking his toothpick at his brother, his eyes lighting up when it bonks off Hunter's nose.

"I figured you could use some," Hunter playfully jabs back, and has to bite back his strong urge to laugh.

"I don't," Crosshair blankly states. Leaves crunch beneath him as Crosshair moves his weight from the tree, turning heel and walking away. Hunter can't help but call out after Crosshair, hoping that he can at least get something through his high walls.

"Pay attention to her the next time she speaks to you, and I mean really pay attention. You'll notice how she perks up in her own way, Cross."

Crosshair stops in his tracks for a brief moment, his fists bunching together as he decides on his reply. There is none. What a surprise.

Hunter rolls his eyes. Crosshair is such a stubborn yet smug bastard, however, he's Hunter's baby brother, and it's within his nature to look out for him, whilst teasing him at the same time.

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For whatever reason, Crosshair's actually been thinking about what Hunter told him, along with his unwarranted advice. Well, he's been subconsciously thinking, denying not only his feelings towards you, but the heavenly theory that those feeling may be mutual.

Crosshair, for once, doesn't have his hands wrapped around his rifle. He's lounging about on his bunk, hands resting on his lap, and low and behold, there's a toothpick between his lips. The sounds of Echo and Tech blabbering away in the cockpit disappeared from his mind hours ago; the last thing he consciously heard was them bickering over the idea of continuously working for Cid. Echo is against, and everybody else in favour, seeing as she's the only source of income, for now.

Not to mention that Omega is in need of some armour, despite Hunter's protests, and the Batch has been attempting to work out which armouries are still safe for their kind, or at the very least, where they can get the materials to make Omega's armour themselves. Knowing Hunter, he'll end up asking Cid in private, possibly when they return to finally deliver the good from the previous missions, which has been dragged out, all thanks to the ship's repairs.

Such an idea has been kept quiet from Omega. The last thing the Batch wants to do is spoil her surprise, so you were assigned the task of heading to the nearest settlement to purchase some food. Yes, a settlement, and surprisingly one that isn't full of ewok's. Hunter had stumbled across the settlement a few days ago, and spoiled his family with a hefty purchase of pastries and sweet treats.

You were given more than enough credits to purchase something for the ride, hopefully keeping the Batch fed until they reach their next destination. Omega proudly announces your return as she scrambles up the Marauder's stairs.

"What have you got for us, Omega?" Hunter questions, calling out to her from inside the cockpit.

Omega follows the sound of his voice, hurrying to the front of the ship with a large bag of goodies in her grasp. "There was so much to choose from! We kinda went overboard and grabbed a bit of everything," Omega explains as she begins digging her hand through the bag, pulling something out for each person to enjoy.

You zone out to the chit-chat, peering around to ensure that everybody has something to eat. The outcast isn't here, as per usual, so you pick out a snack from the bag and begin trailing through the rest of the ship, checking every corner to see which one Crosshair has curled up into.

Hunter notices. The others are fixated on their food, with the sound of Omega and Wrecker talking filling the air, but Hunter casts a side-glance to watch as you disappear deeper within the ship. He smiles to himself; you always go out of your way to ensure that Crosshair isn't left out, despite the fact that he often removes himself from situations.

Crosshair is on his bunk, and his eyes meet yours as you approach. "Fancy some food, grumpy?" you offer, holding the treat out to him.

"Thanks," Crosshair monotonously replies, although his tone picks up during his next comment. "I didn't realize we were picking nicknames for each other."

"Oh, grumpy is my first nickname on the list. Grouchy is second," you explain with a soft laugh. The sight of you alone always makes Crosshair uneasy, but this? this is something else. He's drawn to the fact that you're playfully bullying him, a style that he often uses on you. He notices how your eyes squint when you laugh, only to fixate back on him with a cheerful glisten afterward.

Kriff. You're maintaining eye contact, and Crosshair has to look away before his cheeks start burning up. You don't always maintain eye contact with anybody else, especially when the conversation is filled with distractions, but your eyes remain glued on Crosshair's during the brief moments you two have. He's felt your gaze on himself before, smiling softly as you admire the tolerance he had to sit through his stick and poke face tattoo, and how maintained he keeps his silver hair. Everybody else gets a brief glance at most, but your eyes are always on your prize whenever Crosshair is in your line of sight.

"I prefer grumpy," Crosshair states, and to his own surprise, he smiles when you nod in agreement.

"Grumpy it is," you decide. "Well, grumpy, are you going to join me and the others up front?"

"I was going to have a nap," Crosshair bluntly explains, and you're uncertain on if he's being genuine, or making up an excuse to be antisocial. No bother, you'll accept his explanation either way.

"Funny, loth-cat was another nickname I'd thought up for you," you say with a roll of your eyes, and Crosshair almost chokes on the snack that you were courteous enough to bring over to him. You've been thinking about him, you've been thinking about your own little nicknames for him, and now you're telling him with a sweet smile, batting your lashes without a care in the world. "I'll leave you to your nap then."

"I'll get right on it, Captain," Crosshair replies, putting an emphasis on the proclaimed title.

You roll your eyes at him as you say your goodbyes, then trail to the front of the ship, ready to finally enjoy your own treat.

The bunks instantly feel quiet without your presence, and Crosshair curses himself for being so blunt, as always. "Mesh'la," Crosshair sighs to himself once you're far out of earshot. Maybe he'll have the confidence to call you such a sweet name one day, followed up by a smile as he explains to you what the words mean, unless if you already know?

Crosshair's mind continues to wander as he continues eating. Even after such a small, brief interaction, Crosshair can see that you do truly care for him. You went out of your way to ensure he's fed, wanted, and invited him to come and join you... and the others. He still denies the outrageous idea that you may, surprisingly, feel for him the same way he feels for you, but for now, it's clear that you're at least interested in the sniper.

Maker knows, and hopefully, Crosshair will too within time.

#swwriting #tbbwriting #denial #crosshair x reader #female reader #f!reader #fluff #multi-chapter #multi-chapter fic #crosshair #ct 9904 #commander crosshair #the bad batch #star wars #tbb crosshair x you #slow burn

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one-real-imonkey · 2 years

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Does Fox stick around all the way to the battle of Endor? Or does he have a chance to break away before then?

Does he get off the station? Was he even on the station, or is he back on Coruscant?

Short (spoiler less) answer, you’ll have to wait until the fic I’m currently working on comes out. (This isn’t marriage AU just regular Corrie Guard where Palpatine succeeded).

Long answer below…

Yes Fox makes it to Endor. He tries to get away early on but it does not work and then he focuses on getting intel and prisoners out, and then it’s about staying alive. And thats all he can do.

At first its Fox's chip, but his chip never lasts a week before it has to be re-Ordered, then it has to be re-Ordered every morning, then Palpatine realises it's not going to work anymore. He's going to have to control Fox another way.

Fox is working on staying alive and pretending to be obedient and getting messages out but once Palpatine knows his chip doesn’t work anymore, he chooses other methods to keep Fox at his side. But for Fox the worst thing is not that Palpatine knows he himself is free but that thanks to Fox and overusing the chip he now knows they don’t last. He knows he has to get rid of the clones sooner rather than later or they’ll become a threat.

Fox blames himself for that. For any clone killed because they didn’t have the time to come back to themselves and escape.

Fox is driven by his opportunities to help people, especially his vode. His every action from a young age was dictated by how it helped others, he’s painfully selfless in that regard, dangerously so. And now what he can do to help is so limited, and still he tries. Because if he can get even one message out, one little bit of intel, if he can make sure even one vod slips the net, he will. He has to.

And he knows no after what he does, Palpatine won’t kill him. The Sith is possessive, he’ll torture Fox, break him, reduce him to little more than an object to be displayed knelt at his side. So Fox takes risk, risks no other could, to save anyone he can.

But he can’t get away, not until Luke Skywalker arrives and the war is decided once and for all. On the Death Star above the forest moon, Fox kneels too weak to move and waits for his fate to be decided.

#star wars #my corrie guard au #post order 66 #battle of Endor au #commander fox #Palpatine #luke skywalker #this story is so close to being done by also fighting me oop #elenorasweet #thanks for the ask #sorry it took a bit

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ahsarah-tano · 3 years

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what i think the bad batch has nightmares about

**angst warning, happy suffering >:)**

hunter: hunter’s nightmares consist of flashbacks from leaving crosshair behind on kamino, and he wakes up with guilt and remorse flowing through him. sure, crosshair tried to kill them, but it wasn’t his fault and he’s still their brother. the flashbacks then fade into him leaving everyone behind, losing them all. and there’s nothing he can do about it. there’s nobody to blame, aside from himself.

echo: echo has ptsd from his time as a separatist prisoner, so his nightmares contain flashbacks from his sacrifice at the citadel, the painful abuse and experiments, and the enclosed spaces of the chamber he was caged in. sometimes he dreams about fives and his time with the 501st or the domino squad, but then he wakes up and only feels pain. he still has such a strong attachment to something that now feels like never happened.

tech: the pressure and anxiety that tech pushes on himself to do his job correctly works its way into his nightmares. like hunter, he dreams that he fails everyone because he wasn’t quick enough or he miscalculated something or he messed up something else he was in charge of. he can’t live with himself doing something wrong. that’s not who he was trained to be. if he’s not the smart guy then who is he?

wrecker: wrecker had plenty of nightmares since kaller. ever since his inhibitor chip started to malfunction, he’s had visions of him actually carrying out the order, blindly killing his brothers and little sister, and being unable to stop himself. though he thought that after the chip was removed things would be better, he was dead wrong. if anything, it made it worse. everyone had forgiven wrecker for what happened. everyone except himself.

crosshair: on the inside, crosshair has felt that he was encaged, trapped, and alone since his brothers left him. he dreams at night of his brothers and his time with them on missions and as cadets. sometimes omega’s face flows into his mind. he wants to see them again. he wants to come home. he wants to scream at himself to wake the hell up. but all he can do is sit and sulk while his brain falls apart.

omega: omega has never been happier since she joined the bad batch, but she constantly wonders to herself if she’d made the right choice, leaving the only life she’d ever known. at night, she jumps awake in a cold sweat, nearly in tears from the vision of losing everybody. all her brothers, even crosshair, leaving her. she’d be left alone in a galaxy that she doesn’t know. she’d be left with nothing.

bonus!

rex: rex has had nightmares from gruesome missions all throughout the war, but the repeating one originating from order 66 will haunt him up to the battle of endor. it was the day that he truly lost everything. he sees the faces of all the dead, lifeless men whose helmets him and ahsoka had to remove. with that, he remembers all the brothers he’d lost. he thinks about cody. he screams at himself for not listening to fives’ warnings. he mourns his general who is most likely dead. all those men died and for what?

howzer: howzer fears the empire. he doesn’t regret his decision to stand up against it, but he fears his upcoming punishment, and what will happen to him, his brothers, and ryloth itself, along with the rest of the galaxy. he lies awake at night, pondering over the very same question that rex has: what was the point of all of this? he’d pledged his loyalty to the republic, which was now dead. if his loyalty lived on without it and was pledged to something else, wouldn’t that be considered treason?

gregor: gregor may seem like the happy-go-lucky, kind-of-loopy guy, but he barely sleeps at night. even after his amnesia healed, he sees his old life in his nightmares. he remembers the battle of sarrish. he remembers all the screams, all the blood, all the explosions pounding through his ears, against his skull. he remembers all of it. sometimes he wishes that he couldn’t remember like on abafar.

#star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #my thoughts #angst #sad :(#hunter #arc trooper echo #tech #wrecker #crosshair #omega #captian rex #commando gregor #captain howzer

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kalee60 · 3 years

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Carol Danvers as Bucky's older sister!

Hmmmm - nonnie... I've never thought about this - but you pose an interesting scenario... One that started to oil the rusted gears in my head... (And apologies it's taken forever to respond - the joy of RL has hit me recently - but I'll always answer at some point!)

So I'm thinking this is definitely an AU modern!Bucky verse, and I totally see this Carol -

Looking out for her slightly younger bro Bucky - who I imagine looks a little like this...

They weren't real siblings of course. Bucky was ten years younger and a scrap of a kid who lived with his mom next door to Carol and followed her and her best friend Maria around like a lost puppy craving attention.

Carol of course resisted the little Punk that had attatched himself (uninvited) to their adventures in the forest behind their home.

She'd tried to lose him on more than one occasion, but he was wily, following stealthily, before parking himself in a tree high above to watch them as they played resistance fighter pilots on Endor dodging fire from an AT-ST.

He was Han Solo of course. The ping ping of his gun helping their fight - he never missed a shot.

Reluctantly, Carol and Maria's duo became a trio

Bucky completed their chaotic rag tag team - always up for an adventure, a prank. He was quick to laugh, infinitely kind and smart.

When Bucky's mother passed away suddenly - the Danvers took Bucky in - there was never any question on where he would live.

Bucky from that moment on called Carol Sis and always had her back. Especially when the sexist pigs came for her when she joined the Air Force.

He was only 13 and full of indignant rage that she be treated differently - only he had permission to tease her. Not these white haired men wearing suits.

She then proved them all wrong and became their best pilot.

Then Captain

....

Then she disappeared.

Bucky was inconsolable - his Sis was gone - but he always - always - believed she'd come back, even though he'd been told to give up hope.

So he and Maria kept Carol's legacy going, Maria in the Air Force and Bucky joining SHIELD, headhunted from college - ending up lead engineer on the Triskelion.

Then, unexpectedly, he received the news he'd been secretly waiting a life time for. Carol was back.

23 years later

And she was no longer just Carol - she was more...

At first Carol couldn't believe that the grown man standing before her was her little brother, that Maria with her lined face and quick smile had aged so much and that Monica was her own woman - smart, resilient and so capable (Maria later told Carol that Monica modelled herself after Carol - she may have got something caught in her eye at that tidbit...)

Carol on the other hand, had not aged a day.

It was disconcerting at first, trying to find her feet within SHIELD, especially after saving multiple other galaxy's from destruction without having a 'boss' - but she did it with Bucky's unerring help.

She'd missed his teasing and how he could always make her feel like she was home. Carol even didn't care when Bucky started to say that her Emperor Palpatine-like powers were actually pretty lame.

Who wanted to fly and in space anyway?

Carol was just grateful Bucky and Maria didn't appear to be scared of her and her powers - which were brutal and spectacular all at once.

Bucky ended up, once more, being her rock.

Carol tried her best to keep Bucky out of the line of fire, hard when he also worked for SHIELD - but her biggest mistake came when she introduced Bucky to the Avengers.

To Steve Rogers in particular.

The trouble was - Steve was a good guy, great in fact, and when Carol had given him the shovel talk - she only received a wide blue eyed indignant look in response and had clearly offended her fellow Captain.

And when Bucky burst in to the control room to tell her to 'mind her own business' that she didn't get a say in who he saw, and that although he wanted her blessing, he'd go without because he loved Steve... Carol realised her little Bro had grown up.

Without her

And although it took a long time to adjust, she thanked God they still had weekly dinners at the Danvers and Carol could still whip Bucky's impressively thick thighs with a half-wet rolled up kitchen towel (which always ended in a war) then blame him for drinking all the OJ direct from the carton.

Some things, Carol realised - never changed.

And family for her - was everything.

~*~*~*~

Thanks nonnie for helping me put fingers to keypad for the first time in months! This was fun, hopefully I managed to give you a tiny bit of what you were after ❤️

#Bucky Barnes #Carol Danvers #Bucky and Carol are siblings #head canon #kalee answers #kalee rambles #stucky #if you squint #mywriting

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yetanotherhoeforpedro · 3 years

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Sinfully Armored

Summary: After Din Djarin had lost everything: his ship, his child, his way, and found himself as rightful leader of the Mandalore, he’s glad when an opportunity arises to escape all of his responsibilities. Grogu doesn’t seem to adapt well to his destined life in the New Jedi Order and handling the little rascal is simply too much for Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, who has to rebuild the entire Jedi Order and help in the founding of the New Republic. As a last resort, he contacts the mysterious Mandalorian, who seemed to have formed a strong bond with the Jedi foundling, to help Grogu accept his Jedi heritage and finally let go of the past. What Mando didn’t know is that on top of being given the chance to escape his duties, he’d meet you.

Notes: see ‘Sinfully armored’ on AO3

Chapter 1 - Strange Revelations

It has been the Maker knows how many days since you arrived at this desolate planet in the Outer Rim. The planets where you had to scout for Imperial Scum all started to blend into one after weeks and weeks on this expedition. The same dreary landscapes, shady people and shabby buildings on every single one. The Empire has left its dirty imprints throughout the entire galaxy and its people, including you.

The rundown bar you found yourself in right now must have seen better days as well. You swirled your drink lazily and scowled at the remaining dregs. This next part of your job was always the worst, impossibly done sober. You absolutely despised any kind of peaceful interaction with sympathizers of the Empire, even though you knew hate was not an emotion you should feel as a Jedi.

You drowned your glass in one big swallow and smoothly slid the it across the counter with a few credits. Before the bartender even reacted to your movement, you were already gone. The mud made an unsatisfying, squelching sound under your boots as you maneuvered through the narrow streets of Wakuda. Your nose scrunched at the mere smell of the place. Why the secret underground organization you were supposed to track down chose this of all places to build their base is beyond you, but you guessed it fit their morals.

As you neared the location you tracked the Imperial scum down to, you noticed a few snipers on the roof of the half-ruined building in your peripheral. Deep down you hoped they’d be skilled just so that you’d have a bit of a challenge as a distraction. They weren’t, since they didn’t even notice you until you were too close. Maybe their stupid helmets blocked their vision, you couldn’t even blame them. A quick swipe of the force knocked them out and you proceeded with your task.

Through a crack in the roof, you could spy on the meeting taking place underneath you. You leaned down a bit to get a better view and watched the scene unfold.

There were 6 people assembled in the room, but the woman at the head of the table stuck out especially to you with her glowing red hair. When she raised her voice, everyone went quiet. This woman clearly had an air of authority surrounding her. She began in a conspiring tone: “Fellow members of the First Galactic Empire, I have called you here today because troublesome news reached me. The New Jedi Order of Luke Skywalker keeps gaining more and more power. If the New Republic is backed by such a strong force of Jedi knights, our chances of rebuilding the Empire are slim to none.” The woman surveyed the room full of expectant eyes. No one dared to interrupt her. “So, we must take action. I have already contacted Grand Admiral Thrawn…”

The rest of her sentence didn’t reach your ears as you heard that name. As far as you knew, the notorious man died during the Battle of Endor with most of the other Imperial generals. If there was any truth to her claim that he was still alive, the New Republic and everything you stood for was in great peril. The old hatred started to boil up inside of you once again and it was all you could do to not jump down there and finish all of them in your fit of rage. To calm yourself, you reached deep into the Force as Luke had taught you. You reminded yourself that it was him and the Jedi’s goal of a peaceful galaxy you were doing all of this for and the discussion that broke out beneath you abruptly caught your attention again.

“That’s absolutely impossible! How would we even train those children? It’s not like we have a Sith Lord to train them!” a small man with shockingly pale skin exclaimed. “Leave that to me and the more experienced generals, we have everything under control. All you need to do is collect the force sensitive children from the systems I’ll send you out to,” the woman answered. The small man nodded once and the woman seemed satisfied. She pulled out a little device, flipped a switch and a holographic map appeared at the center of the table. As you glanced at the map, something pocked at the back of your mind. Why did it look so familiar?

But before you could observe it more closely and identify the feeling, the comm at your wrist vibrated. Luke always had such an unfortunate timing for someone so in tune with the Force. You cursed under your breath and accepted the transmission. After all, he wouldn’t contact you if it wasn’t important.

“Report back to the Jedi Temple immediately,” he stated. “What? But I’m in the middle of a mission! I just made a discovery of great importance,” you protested. “Alright, but get back as soon as possible. May the Force be with you.” The connection snapped and you focused on the meeting again.

“Do not disappoint me,” the woman commanded. That was an obvious dismissal. After cursing Luke’s awful timing once again, you decided to track the leader of the meeting, which couldn’t be too hard, considering her hair was shining like a beacon. However, as you scaled down the building and looked down the street, she and her co-conspirators had vanished into thin air. How odd. But it was a blessing of sorts because you were eager to get off this planet and return to the Jedi Temple. Thrawn was alive? It was all you could think about as you cut through the winding streets of Wakuda once again. The man who had taken so much from you had not been avenged? A sick part of you was thrilled about the opportunity to get revenge yourself, but it was outweighed by your general anxiety.

The sudden gleaming of a hull caught your eye and your pace quickened. As you turned around the corner, the magnificent ship arising before you obscured the view of your tiny, wreckage of an X-Wing. The rusty ship had accompanied you on many missions and despite its state, you had grown quite fond of it, but couldn’t be bothered to clean it. It wouldn’t matter anyway; it would just get dirty again in the next place you landed. You climbed into the cockpit and took off.

As you activated hyperspace, you tried to shake Thrawn off your mind and it quickly filled with other enigmas. You reconsidered the strange Déjà-vu you felt when you saw the map. You were sure you had seen it before sometime, but when and where exactly? Why would you have seen an imperial map? And how could they have left without a single trace? Who was the strange woman?

After pondering about these questions turned out to be futile, you began to wonder what could have been urgent enough for Luke to call you back from your mission. While you would have been jumping at the chance to finally leave these shitty systems under normal circumstances, the situation just got interesting and all you wanted to do was track the Imperial scum down and kill them one by one before they could do any more harm. But Luke had to lecture you on discipline far too many times and this mission was your chance to show him that he could trust you.

Still…How would you ever find out where they had gone now? You should have damned Luke’s orders and followed them somehow when you still could, what if they got to the children first? Shit, why didn’t you think straight? It seems like all of your focus and composure had left you once Thrawn’s name had perturbated your thoughts. All of the old grief and hate resurfaced again and threatened to drown you.

You took a deep breath and pushed those emotions as far back as you could. The logical action right now would be to contact Luke immediately, he needed to send out someone else to stop the bandits. While you were short on Jedi, the New Republic would sure have someone to take care of the problem. If only you knew where they went, they’d be long gone if the Republic needed to investigate their whereabouts first. You sighed and called Luke.

“What’s wrong?” His hologram appeared in front you instantly. “A lot,” you responded dryly. “You’ll not be pleased about what I just discovered – before I was so rudely interrupted by you, that is.” He frowned at your sarcasm, this was obviously not the time for it, but you couldn't help it. It had become a sort of coping mechanism for you, a way to shield yourself from issues lest they touch you personally. “Grand Admiral Thrawn – or some doppelgänger of him – is still alive and in direct contact with the leftovers of the Empire.”

Luke was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. “That is bad news indeed, I’ll need to inform Leia and Han so that they can alert our troops. Your assistance has been most valuable to us,” he replied finally, oddly formal. Still, you nodded curtly at the approval.

“Wait,” you intercepted as he was about to disconnect. “Unfortunately, there’s more. I overheard that they plan to rebuild the Sith Order, but on a far grander scale. I only caught a glimpse, but they had some map that directs them towards force-sensitive children all across the universe. While I have no clue as to how they would train them – unless they had a secret Sith Lord up their sleeves as well – we cannot let them take the children. The Jedi Order needs them.” This time, Luke’s silence lasted even longer, to the point where it was almost painful. You forced the words forming on your tongue to fill the silence back – yet another nervous habit of yours – and mirrored his quiet. Until you gave in and broke it: “I did not disappoint when I warned you that I had some bad news, huh?”

Luke gave you a no-nonsense-look. “No, you did not. Do you think you can recall the map and lead us to the children?” he inquired. “Um…I’ve tried, but to no avail. However, the map looked oddly familiar. No idea where I could have seen it before, but I trust my instincts.” You shrug, though it doesn’t reflect your sentiments in the slightest.

“You said this map leads them to force-sensitive children?” he repeated slowly, more to himself. “Yeah.” – “In that case, I might know just where to look.” Before you could ask him what he meant by that he was gone. You let out an exasperated sigh. He took the whole mysterious Jedi image way too seriously, in your opinion.

You spent the rest of the flight dissociating in space, as one does. In a way, you were doing the meditation exercises Luke taught you. Time bent around you, it could have been minutes or hours until you arrived back at Coruscant. The blinding lights of the capitol made you snap back to reality as you swiftly descended.

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You spotted Luke, facing the wall, quickly as you entered the council chamber, which was empty except for him. The few other “Jedi” seemed to be on missions as well. The “Council” consisted of a bunch of half-trained Jedi knights and one other survivor of Order 66, Master Vamora who appeared too fragile to still be an active fighter, but he was a stubborn old bastard. Not that it wasn’t an immense blessing to have at least one Jedi of the Old Order in your midst who was fully trained. He was extremely cranky and righteous though.

Luke turned back around to you. You did a double take as you took him in, seeing what the hologram had concealed. At first you noticed his eyes and the black rings underneath them, then the hollow of his cheekbones, his general paleness and crouched stance. He looked really exhausted, to say the least. Not being able to hold yourself back, you commented: “What happened to you? You look like you went through some shit.” At that, you earned a small grin from him that made some of the color reappear on his face.

Your heart jumped a little at the sight, you had to admit he was quite handsome, especially when he smiled. It wasn’t just ideological reasons keeping you in his Jedi Order after all, although you felt a twinge of guilt every time your stupid, horny brain produced these immoral thoughts. It was absolutely illegal for a Jedi to harbor such feelings, much less act on them, at least according to your set of morals. Luke himself had been conceived out of such an improper relation and since he did not grow up learning about the old set of Jedi rules, he had seen no use in implementing any such rule in his Jedi Order (much to the displeasure of Master Vamora, who had quite a lot to complain about today’s youth). You, on the other hand, had been indoctrinated the old set of rules from a small age on and you tried to stick to them in honor of those who saved you from your horrible fate and the sacrifices of those who had not been as lucky as you. But Luke did have a point. He claimed that love was not a crime or a weakness to be punished but rather a virtue that differentiates you from those who strayed to the Dark Side. Frankly, he was just a little too horny for his own good. He was well known for his bohemian lifestyle, sharing his bed with both men and women.

“That’s why I had to call you back here. I am being tormented endlessly by a little green monster,” he replied with a smirk on his face, pulling you out of your thoughts. You raised an eyebrow, but before you could inquire further, the door slid open behind you and you snapped around.

This day just kept getting weirder, or maybe you were extremely sleep-deprived as well. There was a Mandalorian with a little green creature that eerily resembled Master Yoda (if he were young and cute instead of old and wrinkly as he had appeared the last time you saw him) cradled in his arms standing in front of you. His armor was unlike any you had ever seen before, pure beskar and shimmering as it reflected the bright city lights. He looked exactly like the legendary warrior race of Mandalore you had only ever heard rumors about, straight out of a myth. Considering those rumors, didn’t they absolutely despise the Jedi? Suddenly alarmed, you pulled your lightsaber from your belt. The Mandalorian didn’t move, only cocked his head to the side. Even though you couldn’t see his face underneath the helmet, you felt like his eyes were piercing you. You stared right back at him, not moving an inch, thumb resting on the switch of your weapon, ready to activate it should he attack. Not that your lightsaber could do much damage to him, as he was dressed in beskar from head to toe. But what about the child in his arms? Maybe he wasn’t up for a fight after all. With a sick disappointment – how challenging would it be to fight such a legendary warrior? – you put your weapon back on your belt again. The Mandalorian kept staring at you, standing still as a machine.

This time it was Luke who broke the silence, as you were too entranced to say anything at all. “There is the source of my eternal torment.” He strolled up to you in a relaxed manner. It was his calm posture and the underlying humor and fondness in his voice that kept you from attacking the strangers. The green creature turned its head and stared at you innocently with its huge, black eyes. You sensed it suddenly through the Force and did a double take in surprise. It reached its small arms out to you, but the Mandalorian took a step back from you rather than let the child closer to you. “This…this is why you called me back?” You shot Luke an incredulous, slightly offended look, to which he returned another wicked grin. “Yes.”

“Elaborate, please?” You didn’t even try to hide the annoyance in your voice. “This is my good friend…” He gestured to the Mandalorian. “Um, I actually don’t know his name, I just call him Mando. Everyone does.” He smirked at the warrior. “And this little fellah is Grogu, a Jedi foundling I took upon me to train.” The look Luke gave the child was so full of love that it seemed almost too intimate to witness. “Mando saved him from the Empire and took great care of him. Frankly, he cared for him too well. Grogu has formed such a strong attachment to him that it’s nearly impossible to train him. The little rascal is incredibly stubborn if his daddy isn’t around.”

A bit more enlightened, but still unaware of your place in this family drama, you waited for Luke to continue. “Since I have a ton of obligations, I don’t have time to train the little one and detach him from his savior.” Oh no. You hoped this wouldn’t be heading in the direction you thought it was. “You, on the other hand, have less responsibilities.” Fuck. "So, I decided that you should train him. And let his dad tag along until he can let him go.”

No fucking way. “I am not a damn babysitter! Neither do I care to get involved in this clearly complicated family structure! I have a mission, Luke. I need to get to those…,” you paused, suddenly all too aware that you had an audience, “…thieves and stop them.” Luke grinned at you, as if he expected that answer from you. “Isn’t it super convenient that our friend Mando here is a professional bounty hunter, eager to earn a few credits from the Republic?”

You shifted your gaze back to the silent warrior and the kid. “I am supposed to train this rip-off Yoda while on a mission? That’s just pointless, I won’t have time to teach him anything at all!” you pointed out. You were not interested in training another Jedi, especially not one that resembled Master Yoda and everything you lost so much. “You’ll have plenty of free time while traveling through space and he can learn a lot more in real situations than I could ever teach him,” Luke argued. “You want us to take him along on a hunt?” a modulated voice interjected. “No way, that’s far too dangerous for him as long as he’s untrained!” Luke wasn’t kidding about the bond, the man in armor clearly cared deeply for the child. Interesting.

“You need to stop being such a helicopter parent if you want him to live an independent life,” your Jedi companion retorted. You couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped your throat and a visor turned back to you. “I don’t trust her with my child”, the Mandalorian stated curtly. You scowled at him. “You shouldn’t have brought him to the Jedi if you had a problem with him being in the custody of a Jedi,” you snarled at the intruder, suddenly not caring that you didn’t even want this child in the first place and simply wanting to disagree with him. “It’s not the Jedi I don’t trust, it’s you and your attitude.” – “Is it because I called him a ‘rip-off Yoda’?” You flashed him a sweet smile.

“I see you two’ll get along just fine,” Luke said, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly. “You could leave for the first child tomorrow.” At that, your attention snapped back to him. “What do you mean? Did you find the map?” – “Of course, as it was our map they stole in the first place.” Now your Déjà-vu made complete sense and you cursed yourself for not having come to this conclusion earlier. Obviously the Jedi had a map with the locations of force-sensitive children – possible new Jedi. The situation was even graver than you expected. “Get some rest now, you seem to need it almost as much as I do.” Luke winked at you. Accepting defeat for now and realizing how exhausted you truly were, you gave Luke a short nod before departing from the room and retiring to your chambers to finally get some well-deserved sleep.

Chapter 2

Masterlist

#din djarin/reader #the mandalorian/reader #mask kink #canon-typical violence #Din kind of talking like an elderly Victorian gentleman #smut #enemies to lovers #the mandalorian #din dijarin x reader #pedro pascal

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oxzebi997 · 3 years

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Day 22 Laughter

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“You’re stuck with me, SkyGuy.”

Rex had laughed, and he wasn’t the only one, the handful of brothers who had been shifted to the 501st from the 212th when Skywalker became a Knight knew that this plucky little Togruta was going to be exactly what her new master had been to Kenobi. He couldn’t help himself, and it took him a moment to stop, but there was a war going on, and maybe he deserved just a little moment to laugh.

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“Rex! Oh Force, Captain!” Commander Tano was practically sprinting down the corridor, “you’re fast, wow.”

He chuckled, “that’s what you get for being so short Commander.” He smiled a little at her, she pouted which only made him laugh more, “what do you need, sir?”

“Well I was going to ask if you wanted to pull something on Master Skywalker, but now I might go ask Fives and Echo instead.”

Rex smiled again, “Don’t take Fives, he can’t lie for anything.”

He probably should have tried to stop her, but she was too young to be in this war in the first place, didn’t she deserve a moment to laugh?

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Rex’s second ever missions on Geonosis had gone horribly. Too many lives lost, and very nearly his own Commander. Then as if the missions on the actual planet itself hadn’t been bad enough, some kind of hive mind parasite went onboard with the Padawans and a platoon of General Unduli’s men.

Commander Tano had managed to get a comm out and if she hadn’t sounded so scared he might have laughed at her joke about his voice.

The ship had been recovered thanks to her good instincts, after she woke up she had spoken with the General, but once he left Rex went in to check on her for himself.

“Captain!” She grinned tiredly “you look awful.”

He smiled a little, at least she was still trying to be funny. “Good work kid, you saved a lot of lives today. That’s two terrifying adventures for you because of that dustball.”

“You would have tried the same thing, if you had been where I was.”

“Yeah, but you’re a teenager, so I got worried. You’re also not a soldier, and-“

“Rex… cmon… chill out.”

He stopped, blinked and then… he started laughing, he couldn’t stop himself. He could see her, talk to her, and she’d been sarcastic, but a joke? She was going to be ok, and they deserved a moment to just laugh.

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The war got harder after that. But they were still one hell of a team. As long as they were together he knew they’d make it out ok. They still laughed.

Then Commander- no… Ahsoka Tano left, and then everything went wrong. Rex stopped laughing.

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That Ezra kid was a little excitable, impulsive even, maybe. But a good kid, and Rex couldn’t blame that Jedi with him for not trusting him and his brothers. But he was going to help again.

When he saw her again, his Commander, he couldn’t help himself, he hugged her. His best friend, he thought he had lost.

“You look like shit Captain.” She smiled softly.

“Yeah,” he chuckled “I’ve been working out.”

But this was no time to laugh.

———

Endor was a pain. He was old and sore and tired, but he still knew how to fight. Damned if he was going to let this new Skywalker kid have all the fun. He helped the ground team overrun an Imperial facility, and then waited. Violently nervous, watching the sky and holding back remaining Storm Troopers.

“Rex? They’ve got this.” Ahsoka said, firmly, comfortingly, she had stayed at his side and they fought like they had all those years ago.

“If he’s half the Jedi the General was, I believe it.”

“Here look, the fleet is pulling back, fast!” She suddenly looked .. almost happy, definitely excited.

The sky burned and the half finished station exploded! Fire and shrapnel where that monster had orbited filled Rex with insane pride!

Joy and relief and aay’han bursting in his chest, he picked Ahsoka up by her hips and spun her around, laughing. Laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath.

She was laughing too, holding on to his arms as they laughed and cried, celebration and grief filling their hearts as the galaxy around them changed in an instant.

Finally… after everything… they deserved a moment to laugh again.

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