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fandom-blackhole · 1 year

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Rain

AN: Just a small-ish Obi-Wan x gn!Jedi!Reader thought thats been kinda haunting me for days that I finally decided to post. @obiknights you may like this :)

Summary: Reader stops to enjoy the weather while on a mission and forces Obi-Wan joins them. (Slightly angsty)

WC: 1.6k

Snow>>

Rain.....it was raining.

You couldn't remember the last time you felt rain, since you smelled it. Coruscant's weather regulation kept the days a simple stable temperature year round. It was nice, it allowed for everyone of the city planet to not need to worry about things as simple as weather in their own chaotic lives, but now, now you couldn't help but pause as the first trickles of rain hit your face, running along the contours and leaving cool trails in their wake.

It'd been a long day -long few years really- but in that moment, it was like your life let out a sigh, let itself relax for a moment and let all your worries wash away with the opening of the sky. In that moment all that mattered was the feeling of tiny droplets falling and wetting your exposed skin as you paused and lifted your face to the sky.

You'd always liked the rain. For some reason when it rained life itself seemed to become quiet, the force around you always turning to peace, to serenity. You suppose the comfort may come from the fact that your home planet, or what little you remembered of it, had frequent seasons of storms and rains with large strikes of lightning and booms of thunder that you remembered scared you away to your parents' bed as a child. Even as a padawan, on missions with your master you always found yourself slowing to watch the rain, to enjoy the sight you so rarely got to indulge, an action your master was none too fond of but could never change. Of course with the war things changed, you didn't have time or the luxury to pause for the little things anymore, though you should be thankful that the council rarely sent you to planets that rained a lot allowing you to avoid your weakness towards the weather, but now as you felt your robes slowly soak in the wet droplets, and as they started to fall faster you realized just how much you have missed this, how it felt to have any semblance of peace, to have your mind and the force to just be quiet.

You soaked it in, enjoyed the feeling and let it take over all of you. You let the quiet feeling of the force wrap around you, blanketing you in the feeling. You suppose you allowed yourself to get too caught up in the feeling, but it was simply too addictive of a feeling to allow it to slip through your fingers, to not stop and allow it to be felt.

You suppose all of this only transpired in a matter of moments, but to you it felt like slow motion as the stress of the war washed away in the music of the patter of raindrops falling upon the ground, but you suppose it was only a matter of time before you had to be pulled to the present once more, back to reality and back to the loud stressor of your everyday life where the force buzzed with anxious energy and wrapped you in a way that felt more like chains as the days passed. But what pulled you back was more of a warmth flickering in the force coming from a certain direction, a certain person.

"What in the name of the force are you doing, my friend?"

Opening your eyes at the amused, accented voice, you met the eyes of your mission partner, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. The cerulean depths lit with amusement and curiosity.

"I am simply enjoying the weather," you replied, knowing full well that it was an answer that wouldn't satiate his curiosity, and you found yourself correct when he simply chuckled at your answer and shook his head. You watched him take a few steps closer to you, taking in the way he had wrapped himself in one of his long brown robes, hood pulled over his head in an attempt to stay as dry as possible in direct opposition to your own soaked state.

"This is not the weather most people would stop to enjoy."

You hummed and closed your eyes once more as you again tilted your head skyward. "For as long as we have known each other, Obi, when have I ever been like most people."

You heard a thoughtful hum of his own, and another burst of warmth from him through the force, you would say it was his affection slipping through, but you didn't want your heart to hope for the possibility, instead focusing on the sound of his voice. "Well never I suppose. I shouldn't be surprised that you still find ways to surprise me even after knowing you so well and for so long."

You smile at his words, knowing that if anyone in the galaxy knew you it was him, friends since the beginning of your journeys as jedi. A bond forming between the two of you that you hoped in your heart would never be broken, not knowing how you would survive without his light near you.

Both of you let the quiet weave itself between you, Obi-Wan not leaving even as his hood soaked with rain, staying by your side studying the peace that surrounded you. You yourself breath in the petrichor, grounding yourself before letting your eyes drift oppen and trail to Obi-Wan's once more.

Slowly, you lift your hands, pausing at his hood. He didn't stop you, but you didn't proceed either.

"Do you trust me?"

Obi-Wan takes a moment, his blue eyes dancing between your own as he smiles softly.

"Darling, you are the one person in the galaxy I trust most."

The warmth from before swells again, wamre this time, like standing before a burning hearth the one that holds the comfort of home. Your own affection swirls within your chest as you slip the hood from his head, his hair already damp from where his hood had already soaked through now wetting quickly with the falling rain. Unconsciously, you swipe a trail falling down his cheek, before letting your hands fall away.

"Just… stop…Let yourself feel. Let the rain wash everything away, if just for a moment. Let yourself enjoy the peace, the serenity that pauses when the rain falls."

Obi-Wan watches you as you speak, eyes flitting around your face before following your previous actions, slowly tilting his head up. You didn't need the force now to see the small points of relaxation across his body, his shoulders falling slightly, the subtle rise and fall of a deep breath, the ever present crease between his brows fading.

Tilting your head, you let your thoughts linger on the fact that at that moment he looks his age, the stress that usually ages him beyond his years falling away. You want nothing more than to reach out to him, but you still your hands and instead allow the soft smile on your face to grow wider.

"Do you feel it? How perfect it is?"

Obi-Wan opens his eyes, letting his eyes connect with your own as the warmth circling between the two of you turns to a burning blaze as he whispers, eyes still locked with your own, "Yes…yes, it is."

The rain then starts falling faster, the air around you becoming a haze. Now the two of both truly soaked through, but uncaring as you both watched the other, the heat flowing through the force and into your veins keeping the chill of the rain at bay. Your heart aches in the way you only let it in times of peace, only when he is around, your closest friend, the one person your heart and soul calls for, your Obi-Wan.

This time it's him who reaches out, his eyes following the path of his fingers as they wipe away the droplets forming along your jawline, as you close your own in favor of leaving into his burning touch as your breath stutters from your parted lips. You don't open your eyes, only tilt your head towards his own consumed once more by a feeling and a touch, but now his. He whispers your name, the soft breath of it falling on your lips as his his distance lessens, his nose brushing against your own as the force wraps the two of you in a bubble of warmth and safety, no longer wrapping between the two of you as individuals, but together as a bond leaving you yearning softly, leaving you absorbed completely in the moment, in him.

It isn't until his lips just barely brush your own, not a kiss, just a slight touch from your proximity, that you pull back to the present, your senses coming back to you once more as you force yourself to pull away. Putting distance between the two of you once more with a shuddering breath, as your thoughts turn to both of your positions, the code, your standings as Jedi, just how forbidden your affections are.

Opening your eyes to look at Obi-Wan with a soft sadness, forcing a smile when you lock eyes.

"We mustn't linger….there are things we still have to do before we leave this planet," you say as you watch Obi-Wan push his own forced smile and nod.

"Yes, much to do, and never enough time to do it," he replies to you, turning to lead the way once more as you follow a few paces behind.

Rain, you loved for the peace and serenity it brought you, but now feeling the burning warmth in the force leave you, you found yourself loathing it for how easily it allowed your walls to be thrown down.

Snow>>

#obi wan x reader #dont ask i just needed to put this out there #this man is once again haunting my dreams and im a-okay with it #i was going to do different types of weather and do like a 5+1 fic but decided i just liked it like this #idk how well i wrote obi wan but i wanted to publish this anyway #also are we surprised that this turned angsty? bc i sure the fuck am not #anyway i shall go back to replying fallen order since i cant afford survivor yet :)#enjoy and maybe rb?

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thegreatwicked · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @pickleprickle!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Currently seven but there will be more oe shots soon...

2. What's your total A03 word count? 149,505

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently Star Wars and the DC verse are my top two, but I also write for Assassins Creed, the Walking Dead, Once Upon a Time, Supernatural, and some Marvel.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Bet You Wish You Had Me Back (Shane Walsh x FOC) SMUT one shot

Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan x FOC) Slow burn, eventual smut/romance

Shadows of Deception (Roman Sionis x FOC) SMUT. SMUT. SMUT.

After the Storm (Hux x FOC) One shot; smut, sex polle troupe... kinda.

1001 Lonely Nights (Dean Winchester x FOC) Smut, one shot

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! I love talking to you guys, your comments make my day and make me want to write more!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I suppose it would have to be 1001 Lonely Nights, I don't currently have much angsty stuff right now but trust me thats about to change very soon as i'm dipping my toes into the murky Sith Obi-wan waters...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think it would have to be Bet You Wish You Had Me Back, and only because as of right now that story is complete.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I haven't but I'm sure theres someone out there with something shitty to say...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? YES. All the smut. All the time. Give me more of that sweet and spicy capsaicin.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I haven't but there cold be a good one out there I haven't gottent o or discoveed. Truthfully I'm not a huge fan and I much prefer leaving fandom easter eggs for you guys to find.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but that could be fun!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Oooh... Thats tough, I love my OCs... But If i had to choose I'd say Bruce Wayne/Batman x Selina Kyle/Catwoman. The Bat and the Cat.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't really know, I have lots of WIPs and I think I'm doing an ok job on all of them writing fairly frequently, for me its simple matter of 'It''ll be done when it's done' but lovely comments do tend to speed up the process. ;)

16. What are your writing strengths? I've been told my smut is very poetic and emotionally evocative and you can get a sense of more than just the physical interactions between the characters adn you have a feel for what they're going through and thinking. I've also been told I write very good first person. I like to write first person POV from established canon characters like Jason Todd, Obi-wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, etc because we don't often get a look into their minds and it's fun to wear their boots.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I really don't know, I know I tend to bite off more than I can chew...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? It depends, I have a story I'm writing from the POV of a British character and thats similar, but I feel like, if I can't do it right and believably then best not to do it at all.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Probably Lord of the Rings. MANY moons ago.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? It's a tie between Unbreakable Bonds and Shadows of Deception. I love them both because both OCs are different and both male leads; Obi-wan Kenobi and Roman Sionis are VERY different, despite being played by the same actor. That wasn't planed, I swear...

No pressure tags! @heyhawtdawgs, @split-spectrum. @firstofficerwiggles, @ladyinwriting18. @blueeyedheizer, @thenightmarketofdathomir @acciotwinz, @221bshrlocked. @littleredwing89. @murdockussy. @kittyofalltrades. @jedianjakenobi. @eloquentmoon. @amhrosina. @rebelbluerobin @anatee, @wickedscribbles on AO3 @thefamilybruno (you too, you fantastic writer you!)

If I tagged you then I've read your stuff and its amazing, have a lovely day you fantastic people you!

#20 questions for fic writers #fic writer asks #obiwan x original female character #roman sionis x original female character #original character #fanfiction is life #star wars au #fic writer problems #wips for days #shane walsh x oc #i need more smut in my life

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 5 months

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Fic tag game!

Finally getting a chance to sit down and fill this out! I've been so excited to, so thanks to @virahaus for the tag <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 39 works (many of them wips... lol) and I also have two fics in the @topwan-obikin fest which I am very excited about! And posting has officially started so everyone should go and check out all the amazing fics that are coming out of it!

What's your ao3 word count?

442,495..... wow! I hadn't realized I'd written that much :O

What fandoms do you write for?

*cracks knuckles* a lot lol right now I am really into writting for Obikin (top Obi and bottom Ani), but I also write for a very large variety of other fandoms, some being Star Trek (Mckirk), Merlin (merthur), 911 (Buddie), Avengers (Stucky), Stranger Things (Steve/Eddie), Supernatural which i have a lot of fics for (Destiel), Teen Wolf (Sterek), I also write some pairings for various Kpop groups, not that I ship them outside of the group. I know that probably doesnt make sense lol, but I kind of see them inside the group as characters in a way, but then outside of the groups I am always so happy for my boys no matter what they do :D

What are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm also going to post the links here XD

Family Christmas - (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, 9-1-1, word count 1911, kudos 540) Summary: Bucks been working with the 118 for over a year now, but they still don’t know anything about him, including who drew the beautiful pictures that now have a special place of honour in Buck’s locker.

Unwrap Me - (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, 9-1-1, word count 3742, kudos 426) Summary: It’s the day after Christmas and Eddie’s alone in the house and bored out of his mind, so he decides to go to Buck’s apartment. What he finds there is not exactly what he was expecting, but he’s definitely not complaining.

All I Want For Christmas is You - (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, 9-1-1, word count 7905, kudos 402) Summary: Eddie’s mom and ex-wife are up to no good at his Abuela’s Christmas Eve party, good thing Buck proposed he go to the party as Eddie fake date to keep them at bay.

A Magic Kingdom Love - (Dean Winchester/Castiel, Supernatural, word count 15,300, kudos 283) Summary: Dean and Cas are both working for Disney and have been cast as the very first gay princes. And at first they hate each other but it’s hard to pretend you’re in love all day for sweet, shy kids, and then not makeout under the bridge of the magic kingdom castle.

The Will of the Force - (Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars, word count 93,820, Kudos 249) This fic is almost complete, I think it will have one more chapter! Summary: What if Obi-wan hadn't been granted permission to train Anakin in the ways of the Force? What if Qui-Gon hadn't perished during the battle with Darth Maul? How differently would things have turned out?

Do you respond to comments?

I always do! I love reading comments, they inspire me and keep me going, and I love responding back to let the readers know how much I appreciate them <3

What's the fic you write with the happiest ending?

Honestly all of my fics have a happy ending. In my original novels I'm a bit more open to having an ending thats not so happy, so when I write for fandoms I usually write happy endings. But I would say The Will of the Force will have a very happy ending, and Lost in Translation which is a Star Trek Mckirk fic will also have a happy ending even though the plot is a bit angsty.

Do you get hate on fics?

Oh, story time. So when I first started writing for fandoms, one of the first fics I wrote and posted for was Supernatural, and I was writing this very long Destiel series that involved an original character named Sara. And I was really nervous about posting, but forced myself to do it anyways, and for some reason this person decided to read the first few chapters of the first fic in the series and she destroyed it. She had deemed herself the "official fanfic.net critique" and in her bio had even gone as far as to put that it should be considered an honour to have her pick apart your fanfics. So she decided that she did not like the inclusion of my OC Sara and told me that it was completely unessesary for her to be in the story, started to demand that I re-write the fic and remove the OC, then repost it again for her to re-evaluate, and then proceeded to destroy the ret of my fic and the writing, to the point where I became very discouraged and didn't write for like two years after that. Long story short, I am now at the point where I don't care what anyone thinks of my writing. If you like it, great! Come along on the journey with me and we can enjoy it together, and if you don't like what I'm writing then that's perfectly fine too. Not every piece of writing is for everyone, but if you don't have anything nice to say then please keep it to yourself and find something you do like to read.

Anyway, rant over. lol

Do you write smut? What kind?

Yes, I definitly do lol. Most of my fics have at least one scene.

Do you write cross-overs?

Yes! I love crossovers. In my AO3 right now I have one crossover called Running with the Wolves which is a Maze runner and Teen Wolf crossover with Sterek being the main pairing.

Aside from that I have a few crossovers in my WIP's folder

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, and I hope to never experience it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No, but maybe one day, I am open to the idea. I'm just so busy right now, I would hate to hold someone up who's a faster writer then me.

What's your all time favourite ship?

It changes regularly lol, but right now my favourite ship is back and forth between Obikin and Woosan.

What's your WIP you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a lot of WIP's, and I hate to think that I wouldn't finish one because I have the intention to finish them all. But I guess I would say the one thats at the bottom of my list right now are probably my Avengers fics.

What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea lol But I do usually get compliments on my smut scenes and I'm oretty good at writing angst.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I always struggle with description between narratives. I have no trouble with the dialogue, but the actions that the characters are doing between the narrative is what always gets me.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have written a few small sentences here and there in other languages. Mostly Korean, and then I have also written a bit in Elvish, Not sure if that counts but I've done it.

First fandom you wrote for?

I want to say Merlin/Merthur was the first fandom I wrote for, and Supernatural/Destiel was the first fandom I posted for... I think lol

Favourite fic you've ever written?

Oh, that's a hard one... I'm pretty fond of The Will of the Force, and I would say that outside of the Star Wars fandom I also really love Lost in Translation for the Star Trek fandom.

But I do have a few WIP's that I'm really excited for that will hopefully be coming soon. Both of them are Pirate AU's, and one of them is for Star Wars (Obikin) and the other is for Woosan (Ateez, Wooyoung/San).

This was so fun! Thanks again for the tag <3

Not sure who to tag, but anyway don't feel obligated to do it if you'd rather not!

@goingknowherewastaken @henderdads @jhoomwrites @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth

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lenoreamidala · 2 years

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more kenobi spoilers

i think it's actually important to see just how evil and cruel vader is in kenobi because anakin's character is partly a warning. his character shows that it doesn't matter how good of a person we are, we are all capable of becoming the cruelest of the cruel. we are all capable of letting our anger and fear twist us into an unforgiving monster who doesn't care who's lives we take if it brings us what we want, or makes us feel powerful.

but while the prequels and kenobi shows us that side of the coin, return of the jedi comes in and shows us the other side. that it doesn't matter the depths you've gone into the dark, you can always choose good. you can always choose to be a good person. not because it guarantees forgivness from the people you've harmed, or because it's a get out of jail free card, because it doesn't guarantee any of that. you can choose the light because it's the right thing to do. and thats the beauty of anakin's character. we can continue to see him up himself on the evil scale time and time again, but his story still ends with him choosing the light and sacrificing himself for his son, not because he gains anything from it, but because its the right thing to do.

#i just love anakin #Obi-Wan Kenobi #obi-wan kenobi spoilers #anakin skywalker #star wars #darth vader

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queerbaitesque · 11 months

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If Dathan was Obiwan and Satine's son and Miramir is daughter of Sabe and Torna

Yeah thats sort of like making korkie their son which is what obi-wan x satine shippers have been hoping for forever. Either way in this scenario it doesnt really matter who rey's mother is.

Unfortunately we can't really change canon that way, so a way of making her both a palpatine and a kenobi (which sounds like anakin's very own personal hell) they could make miramir obi-wan's daughter or niece

#asks #star wars #rey kenobi

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calyssmarviss · 2 years

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Spoilers for Obi-Wan Kenobi Part III

Saw 1 gif when i woke up and opened tumblr but i didn’t look closely at it and immediately closed the app so I’m like “was it who i think it was or someone else entirely? Does this show actually have hallucinations? Force visions?”

Mhmhmhmhmh last week i was excited now I’m mostly nervous

Nervous for what i have no idea it’s not like any of my favorite characters are in actual danger lol

Recap

It’s kinda funny that Sidious let the Senate continue to exist. My pal Friendpatine was like “I want absolute power but I’m still gonna delegate. I can’t actually micromanage all those systems”

The Tragedy of Anakin Skywalker is that he used to be so hot and now he’s an albino potato in a test tube.

Let’s go

Qui-Gon’s not home bud

Istg if they show us Anakin getting lifted off the bacta I’ll cry

I’m crying

Vader Assembly Line

Sexiest breath in the galaxy

Sexiest lava castle in the galaxy

No but for real, Rogue One was great and it brought us one of the greatest thing in star wars: the lava castle

“Where is he?”

Ah.

Aw he’s got a throne

“The Grand Inquisitor means nothing.”

Reva, you gotta know girl, Anakin doesn’t give a shit about things that are not Obi-Wan.

“Kenobi is all that matters.”

What was i saying?

I wonder if she knows he’s toast under that armor.

Until i know more I’ll headcanon that she had a massive crush on Anakin and what she actually seeks is Vader’s attention.

“Are we almost there? Can you make this thing go any faster?”

How much do you wanna bet that Anakin asked Obi-Wan the same thing like a dozen time when he was his padawan?

“Can’t you use the Force on it or something?”

THAT'S NOT HOW THE FORCE WORKS LEIA

“That’s not how it works.”

*low fives Obi-Wan*

Aw she’s so cute with her blanket

Aw he fixed Lola!

I have so many questions about that!

Like, was it hard to fix? Is fixing droids a thing most people know how to do in the GFFA? Is it a thing that Jedi have to learn? Is it something that Obi-Wan more or less always knew how to do as long as we’ve known him? Is it something he learned to do in the last 10 years because he had to fix his shit himself? Is it something he learned because Anakin?

Nice music.

Actually I’ll stop on this. Their little cargo ship flying over this desolate land… and the music. Idk it just strikes me as - kind of out of the box for Star Wars. Not in a bad way. I love it. And even tho I hate that the franchise went to Disney and haven’t even watched the Mandalorian and the BoBF (feel free to boo me) I’m so glad we’re getting new content outside of the main saga because We Get Shit Like That. More Star Wars but with different flavors if that makes any sense.

Oh so not only did they have to stick to the trade route, they couldn’t even chose the route. That’s a fully automated ship and they had no choice of destination.

OH HELL YEAH HE'S FULLY HAVING ANAKIN HALLUCINATIONS THATS THE SHIT I WANTED TO SEE

(And that’s the gif i saw)

Rip that drawing of a very similar scene i never finished

Fuck I’m so happy tho

Sexy sexy ocean tower

I love everything about that evil base

Big Forsaken vibes in here. Oh I just spoke to the Dark One myself, he promised me Nae’blis.

Freck you weirdass mole you better not be a traitor.

That or he’s gonna die because of them.

Ah. Imperial flag. Snap.

“Absolutely. We like the Empire.”

😂 Leia, baby

She looks a lot like my older sister did when she was little.

They’re looking for a Jedi and don’t even know what he looks like? Lol. The Empire is so efficient.

You know what? The music is kind of giving me Dune vibes actually rn.

Oops. Bad slip up here.

“Sometimes when I look at Luma, I see her mother’s face.”

😬

Lol that Stormtrooper went okay we’re getting into personal stuff now let’s change subject and look at the view.

That wasn’t such a long way after all.

“You knew her. My real mother. Didn’t you?”

😬

“Are you my real father?”

Ahahahahaha

“I wish that I could say I was.”

Don’t say that in front of Anakin bro, he already thought you and Padmé had a thing behind his back.

“Sometimes I try to imagine what he was like.”

And here’s the guy who knows exactly what he was like just in front of you.

“I know that feeling.”

.😭😭😭

“I think I had a brother.”

.😭😭😭

Look it’s Feeling Emo About Baby-Wan Hours back with a vengeance

Sexy laser barrier

Freck how do you have perfect enunciation with that freaky jaw of yours

What’s protocol 23

Nice shot of Obi-Wan being beautiful under his hood, I bet protocol 23 is a full body search

I mean they called for a probe

IT’S BLASTING TIME

Wilhelm Scream

Good night Freck

Bro you could have just went around the barrier

Réinforcements!

Oh I know her. Or maybe not.

Ehehehehe.

Has he? Been informed already? The Force works fast but the Inquisition works faster.

I didn’t know I needed Leia and Obi-Wan adventures in my life but now that I have it

“It’s all automated, no one ever comes in here.”

Sounds a lot like that other guy said when sending them to the freit loading area. Looks like they found a pretty big flaw in the Empire’s system.

Oh, Ned doesn’t have a voice 😔

Oh no, you guys see some of them again, except they’re wearing black now.

QUINLAN WAS HERE

SMUGGLING YOUNGLINGS

that’s sweet

I always forget what happens to that guy, especially since I switched him and Ventress dying in Open Circle.

Sweet of them to interrogate a droid that can’t communicate

Oh that thing he did behind his back with his tool

I love his design, too

Ehehehe he low key looks like a serial killer with his hammer

Leia reading everyone around. Couldn’t read Freck tho 😆 he was turning his back to her most of the time

“Can you teach me how to shoot?”

“When the empire stood for something” when was that can’t recall.

“I can’t imagine Obi-Wan Kenobi doing anything wrong.”

That’s what we all said! This man has never done anything wrong in his life ever.

Well, Tala, welcome to the fanclub. Have you met our president Anakin?

(Also she was exactly the actress i thought she was at first)

YEAH WHAT IS IT BEN

OH MY GOD

WALK WALK FASHION BABY

Fuck he’s going to feel him

I mean Obi-Wan almost passed out

So unless the Dark Side is dampening it on Anakin’s side, he’s going to feel him too. That or Anakin is just that obnoxiously loud in the Force.

Oh yeah he’s got you.

Sexy sexy force choke

This show is so hot

snap

Obi-Wan be like “you girls go I’ll stay and enjoy the show”

“He said not to engage.”

Yeah that’s his guy, don’t touch.

AHAHAHAHAHA

YES

😂😂😂 I can’t

Obi-Wan just went so yeah I’m not gonna engage. I could just see Anakin’s face under there. Like… okay???

(Like what are you doing man I’ve been looking for you for a decade and you don’t even want to rub lightsabers with me?)

Imagine how weird it must be for Obi-Wan tho, under the panic. That’s Anakin, there’s no doubt, because of the Force. But he doesn’t sound like him and he can’t see his face (and even if he could, that’s not the face of his friend anymore, that’s a wrinkled marshmallow).

“What have you become?”

Bro what about a hello first.

“I am what you made me.”

Aaaand he keeps on running away 🙄

I wonder if he’ll scream “nooo” when Obi-Wan gets on the next ship

“He’ll be fine.”

“No he won’t be.”

Well, he’ll be fine physically but Vader has that passive area of psychic damage when it comes to Obi-Wan so you’ll want to check on him afterwards

Asdfghjkl the lightsaber igniting made me jump and also i thought for a sec it was a Galaxy of Heroes notification because i wasn’t watching the screen.

Yeah babes! Rematch!

“The years have made you weak.”

And they made you so ugly. At least Obi-Wan’s still hot.

Fellas is it gay if our light saber blades are touching

“You should have killed me when you had the chance.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I bet most of the time he wishes Obi-Wan did.

My neighbor just came asking me for cellophane and ohmygod have i been watching this for two hours already

He’s so dramatic i love him.

Asdfghjkl sick burn

Now i really think the thing Anakin is the most bitter about is his pretty face

“Bring him to me.”

While i like how you say it, Anakin, baby, you could just make him float.

Did she

Relight the fire on purpose????

Oh i didn’t catch that it was Ned picking Obi-Wan i thought he was just fucking burning there had to go back to understand why Vader was like “okay I’m not gonna do shit”

Bro he straight up looks like he’s dissociating standing there

“Okay bye.”

Feel that burn Obi-Wan? It’s called karma.

Leia and the 3rd sister. Not good 😬

#here’s to getting everything I’ve been wanting #HALLUCINATIONS BABY #calyss watches star wars #the obi wan show #obi wan kenobi #star wars spoilers #obikin #(watching with goggles on)#anakin skywalker: human toaster #darth vader #leia organa

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chaseyesterdays · 6 years

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When I die

I want Rian Johnson, JJ Abrams, and all the Disney executives responsible for The Last Jedi to lower my coffin into the earth so they can let me down one last time.

#🖕🏻🖕🏻#this is pretty much the last thing im gonna say on the matter #i wanted to like that movie but it wasnt even a good movie guys #it had so many pacing problems and character development problems and treated its own characters so badly #and thats not even saying anything about how it treated luke and leia #the last 30 minutes were completely unneccessary #it WASNT A GOOD MOVIE and thats leaving my personal problems with how they treated luke out of it #so #fuck this shit im out #anti tfa #anti tlj #help me obi-wan kenobi youre my only hope

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squishneedsahero · 3 years

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Without Direction

The Lost Padawan Part 1

Word Count: 1842

You were raised in the Jedi order, Padawan of Jedi Master Obiwan Kenobi.

You were breathing heavily, heart beating out of your chest as you could only pray no one noticed. You had no idea what was happening, but the Clones had all turned, suddenly going and killing all of the Jedi in one swoop. Master Kenobi had left you at the temple while he went after general Grievous and that was apparently too dangerous for a Padawan. This of course had you upset and feeling useless, so you had been messing around when everything went down. This messing around had ended up saving your life, why you had access to Clone armor wasn't important, but you deciding at that moment to try it on had saved your life.

Now you were still in the armor, but on a ship going who knows where as you just needed to get away from Coruscant as fast as you could. No one questioned why a Clone was on a passenger ship off world but you could only be grateful that they didn't. You could only stand there, stiff backed and unspeaking as you traveled.

Sooner than expected you land and are able to get off of the ship, quickly getting as far away from anyone from Coruscant as you can, talking someone into giving you some clothes from their stall as you did so. You run off and change before getting out of town.

You fall to the ground as you find somewhere that seems somewhat safe to stop. You pull out your lightsaber and study the hilt as tears form in your eyes. The adrenaline was wearing off and the reality of everything that had happened was setting in. You had lost everyone in a single day. Your Master was gone and dead along with all the other Jedi, the Clones you had thought to be friends weren't, everything was taken from you just like that.

You spend the night on the ground, always somewhere between sleeping and crying as all of you just hurt and you felt lost. You were still only a child, yes you were well enough trained to be a Padawan learner but being executed alongside all the other Jedi for warcrimes you hadn't committed made no sense. It was all you could do to keep yourself from completely falling apart, here you were, the last Jedi alive in the entire galaxy and you were just a lost child.

The next day things look no better, but you get up anyways, dumping the armor before going back into town. You luckily had a few credits in your pocket so you didn't have to use the force to convince someone to give you food. As you eat you are able to sit down and almost relax a little, unfortunately a transmission of Senator Palpatine from Coruscant begins to play across all the screens in the area.

"Citizens of the civilized galaxy," Palpatine begins, "on this day we mark a transition. For a thousand years, the Republic stood as the crowning achievement of civilized beings. But there were those who would set us against one another, and we took up arms to defend our way of life against the Separatists. In so doing, we never suspected that the greatest threat came from within."

"The Jedi, and some within our own Senate, had conspired to create the shadow of Separatism using one of their own as the enemy's leader. They had hoped to grind the Republic into ruin. But the hatred in their hearts could not be hidden forever. At last, there came a day when our enemies showed their true natures."

Your heart is in your throat and you can hardly swallow your food as you hear him announce these things. You, y/n l/n, had been at Master Kenobi's side for years and he along with the other Jedi leaders had wanted nothing more than for the war to end. But none of that mattered now, the Jedi were gone, the Jedi Order had been wiped out, and only these blatant lies would succeed in reaching the ears of the public. You get up and walk away, back into the wilderness with your few supplies you had been able to grab, planning to just stay here on Saleucami until things settled enough you could get away unnoticed.

You spend nearly a week of your time traveling through the wilderness until you come to another town large enough to have a space port. The place is crawling with Clones but it was obvious that Palpatine was trying to gather things as quickly as possible to maintain his control over the galaxy, meaning the Clones weren't paying any attention to a random teenager. At this point your face is coated with a layer of dirt, which you don't mind since it adds to hide your identity.

Your first stop is to once again get some food and replenish your supplies as well as find a way to earn a few credits for later. It's as you're looking over a fruit stand that you feel a nudge from the force and two men talking nearby catch your attention. It doesn't take you long to recognize the faces, or face, the one face you had to have seen thousands of variations of, many the same but each with a different person behind it. They were clones.

The thing that had you so focused on them was the fact that they weren't wearing their armor, along with the fact that anytime other clones passed by they hid their faces from view. You try not to stare but you keep an eye on them, something was drawing you to them but you couldn't bring yourself to trust a couple stray clones on the spot like that.

Following them from a distance you are able to see that they are avoiding the other clones and one of the two you feel you recognize. He has a tattoo covering nearly half his face and you know you had fought beside him at one point, not that that meant a whole lot at this point. They stop and you can hear them talking about getting off world, they clearly don't want to be caught and it is as they are leaving town that you decide you can trust them.

You follow from a distance, trying to stay undetected, not sure how to approach them but the force was pulling you to do so. It isn't until you are well out of town that you begin trying to approach them, and it isn't until you get close to them that you realize something is off, they had realized they were being followed.

"Who are you?" The tattooed one asks loudly as they turn to face you, guns drawn.

Your heart is yet again in your throat as you step out into the open, both hands in front of you in an attempt of showing you mean no harm. You don't want to answer their question so you make a statement of your own, "you're clones."

You can see their grips on their guns change and you raise your hands a little higher, "I promise I don't mean any harm- I'm just wondering why you two aren't helping the others," you quickly explain, praying they won't shoot.

"Answer our question and might answer yours."

You take a deep breath, okay you can do this, it's just a matter of trust, and your life. Leaving one hand up in front of you you use the other to remove the hood you were wearing and then reach into the folds of your cloak to take out your lightsaber, holding out the hilt without igniting it, simply showing it to them. "I just need to know why the two of you are different."

The two men are more than a little surprised to see the lightsaber in your hand and share a glance between themselves. The fact that you were willing to show your face and the fact that you were one of the Jedi truly meant that you meant no harm.

Hunter looks at Cut for a moment and in almost a whisper says, "I recognize them, they're a padawan." From there he looks back to you and more loudly says, "come closer and we can talk," seeing as you were nearly a hundred feet away.

You take a breath as you move closer, hoping they wouldn't mind the tight grip you had on your saber, considering that they still had yet to put their guns down. You do a decent job at keeping your emotions down and hidden but the two clones know that you're scared, only a few years older than the children they had waiting for them.

Your eyes are locked on Hunter as you get closer, finally placing him and saying softly, "you're Hunter," you glance at the other but know you haven't a clue who he is, "with clone force 99... right?" you ask gently.

Cut nods and puts his gun away, "don't worry kid you don't have to hold your lightsaber so tight, we aren't going to kill you. And yes this is Hunter," he answers you, recognizing how sacred you really were, "I'm Cut, can I ask who you are?"

Your grip relaxes as he holsters his gun, then nudges Hunter to do the same with his gun. You can't bring yourself to let go of the hilt of your saber but you do at least let it drop to your side in a relaxed position. "I'm y/n l/n, Master Kenobi's padawan learner."

That's when Hunter nods, realizing that was when he recognized you from, he and the others of the bad batch had sometimes reported to Cody, the commander under General Kenobi. "So, why were you following us?"

"I- uh-" you stutter a bit as you try to get your thoughts together. You pause another beat before deciding to just share why it was you had followed them, "all of the clones turned against the Jedi and exterminated them, I lost everyone I knew and the two of you are different, you didn't kill me on sight... you were hiding from the other clones... like I am."

Thats when things begin to click for Hunter, while he had lost a close friend he still had the others. You on the other hand had lost everything and everyone, having nothing but a lightsaber and to be killed if recognized. "Okay kid, we aren't sure why the others turned but we are trying to figure it out. We're getting Cut and his family off this planet, then leaving ourselves."

Cut looks at Hunter for a moment then says, "you're welcome to come back to my family's farm with us, take a moment to relax, I'm sure you're tired."

You look at the two, and it's a moment before you accept the offer. There was still hesitation and fear running through your veins, but you had survived a war, you had grown up on the battle field, you could survive this too.

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fallenrepublick · 3 years

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you ever realize how scared maul must have been in s7 when he realized sideous's master plan to take over the galaxy? like obviously yeah sideous is the most evil sith taking control over the galaxy and thats bad but for maul its the fact that his abuser is coming into absolute power and nobody would listen or help him stop it from happening

THIS

And that's what all of that was for, that was why he just took the fact that Ahsoka was there and worked with it, because he had no other options. That was desperation plain and simple, knowing damn well what would happen if Sidious got what he wanted.

And it's not his fault that he couldn't convey that to Ahsoka on a time crunch, either, he did what he could with what he was in the mindset to give. He knew the situation, he knew the stakes. She didn't take that chance, because she's always been stuck in the concept of good versus evil with no in-betweens. The thing is, too, that even if Kenobi did show up like Maul wanted, the outcome would've been no different.

He needs to be trusted, is desperately trying to get that trust, because this is bigger than all of them, yet it's also personal. It's the entire galaxy being subject to what the had known his entire life, something that not a soul would ever understand, nor care to try. He warned them, he did what he was in a position to do to stop it, because he knew what Sidious is capable of. How could he not? He was practically raised by it. And what did he get out of it? Nothing but scorn, as if it were somehow his fault.

That's yet another turning point, I think, where he goes from trying to help when it actually matters, to following his goals and his goals alone. Because he tried to help the galaxy, he tried to save them all. What the hell did they ever do for him?

#darth maul

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pro-fangirls-unsocial-life · 3 years

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The Duty of a Captain - Part Two

A/N: Hello Everyone! So this is the first fic that I have written like this. Posting chapters once I’m finished with them. I usually try and write the whole thing and then post each chapter on a schedule, but I was just so excited to tell Doc’s story that I thought I’d try this! If you want to be tagged whenever I post a new chapter of Doc’s story, please message me and let me know! Oh! Ad the italics are Docs thoughts (sorry if thats not clear, Im still a learner lol).

Length: ~2600 words (damn I did not mean to make it that long. I thought maybe 1000 lol)

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, abuse, pong krell, angst

It had taken more time than usual to get all of the field equipment back to the Jedi cruiser Tolerance. With so many men being lost, there were not as many hands to get the usual post battle procedures done and General Krell was not happy with the delay.

Doc had been called back to the cruiser before the rest of his men down on the surface to deliver the mission report to the Jedi council alongside the Besalisk Jedi. He had finished the troop requisitions and mission report hours ago and had begun helping the others load up equipment when he got the transmission.

Now, as he held onto the handle of the gunship that had been sent to pick him up, he held his breath. He had never spoken to the Jedi council before, but he had heard stories. He remembered hearing his captain talking about how intimidating it was. How even from across the galaxy, they could feel the slightest thing. How the combined power of all of those Jedi masters was a force to be reckoned with. At least, that is what the general had told his former captain.

He was afraid to face that much power. If the other Jedi were anything like his general, he wanted the meeting with them to go by as fast as possible.

He imagined what they might be like. He envisioned powerful warriors, all huge and intimidating like his general. With merciless eyes and a scowl that sent fear through the bodies of anyone who dared to look upon it. He imagined their lightsabers never being too far away from their hands, ready to be ignited and run through something or someone at a moment’s notice.

Doc was pulled from his thoughts when the voice of the pilot came through his comms and he felt the ship being maneuvered into the main hanger. “We’re here sir.” The doors opened as the ship was set down, revealing Krell waiting in the hanger with his arms crossed behind his back.

“Thanks for the lift Short-stuff,” Doc said as he stepped out onto the metal floor of the hanger.

“Anytime sir.” The doors to the ship closed behind Doc as he began walking away, his hands reaching up to take off his helmet. “Oh, and sir?”

Doc briefly stopped and looked up toward the cockpit, his hands halting on the sides of his head as the man stared back at him.

“Good luck.”

Doc finished pulling off his helmet, a small smile gracing his features as he gave the pilot a quick nod.

“CT-5770, start moving! I have a mission report to give and will not be blamed for you making me late.”

Doc spun around, quickly making his way to follow the general out of the hanger. “Yes, sir. My apologies, sir.”

Krell dismissively waved his hand, not bothering to look behind him at Doc as he spoke. “Am I correct in assuming that you are ill equipped for this situation?”

Doc furrowed his brow, thinking through what he had already done. He had already turned in the mission report, and the casualty and damage reports. What more could he do to be prepared? “Excuse me, sir,” he asked, confusion lightly lacing his voice.

“Feeble minded clones,” Krell muttered under his breath. He stopped and spun around, looming over the captain. “You have never given a mission report to any Jedi before? Correct?”

Doc swallowed and stood straighter, coming to attention. “Yes, sir. That is correct, but all troops are trained on Kamino to be knowledgeable about—”

“Enough. I do not care about the laboratory that bred you or what you claim to know. Since you have never done it, let me give you some rules that I expect you to follow exactly. Is that understood?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Good.” Krell turned back around and kept walking toward the bridge. “You are to stand behind me at all times unless told otherwise. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You will remain silent and will only speak when spoken to directly by myself or the council.”

“Yes, sir.”

“When you are asked a question, you stick to the description of the battle that I give. The council does not have time to listen to your view of the smaller picture. Is that clear?”

Doc hesitated for a moment. “Why would the battle descriptions be different?”

The door to the bridge whooshed open and Krell walked up to the command table. “Do I make myself clear CT-5770,” Krell snapped over his shoulder.

“Yes, sir,” Doc said, the hesitation still apparent in his voice.

Krell threw a cold look over his shoulder as he stepped back, waiting for the transmission to begin. “Good.”

Doc felt a shiver run down his back as he came to attention behind Krell. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, afraid that the Jedi council would be able to sense his fear of them. Or worse, that Krell would be able to sense his unease about his presence alone.

“Incoming transmission from Coruscant, sir.”

“Put it through.”

Nine blue figures suddenly appeared on the table and Doc’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he catches himself and returns to a neutral face.

They don’t look anything like Doc had imagined them. All of them are wearing soft looking robes with their hands resting gently in front of them. Their lightsabers are tucked away, either out on a hip, or hidden within the fabrics they wear, far away from the hands that might wield them.

They do not dress like warriors, not wearing any armor. Those that do only wear basic arm and leg guards.

None of them look particularly threatening, especially considering that one is not even as tall as Doc’s knee.

They all share the peaceful demeanor and kind eyes that one would find in the company of an old friend.

“This can’t be right,” he thinks to himself. “This has to be some kind of trick to get me to slip up. Jedi aren’t kind.”

Krell does a small bow. “Shall we wait for the other three members of the council to arrive, Master Yoda?”

Doc once again has to keep himself from making a face when the small creature directly across from Krell speaks.

“Masters Shaak Ti, Kenobi, and Billaba, busy they are with other matters. Hear your report without them, we will.”

“That’s Grand Master Yoda? The head of the Jedi Council? The Jedi who leveled nearly one thousand battle droids by himself?”

“Very well,” Krell said. “The mission was a success. The planet Castell is now under Republic control and a treaty has been drafted for the mining resources that the planet possesses. They have also agreed to a Republic base being built there should we desire it.”

The Jedi to the left of Master Yoda shifts. “Yes, however this battle did take longer than expected. This has set our timeline for the entire system back.”

“I am aware, Master Windu.”

“And, many casualties your battalion has suffered,” Yoda said gravely.

“Yes,” Krell considered. “There were some… unforeseen circumstances that could not be avoided.”

“Liar.”

“Hmm. A new captain you have gained I see,” Yoda said as he gestured to Doc.

Doc stiffened, the fear he had before returning to him.

“Yes,” Krell said. “The previous captain was killed on this campaign.”

“Hmm.” Yoda brought his hand up to his chin as he looked over Doc. “Step forward Captain.”

Doc swallowed and stepped forward, his body never leaving attention as he stared directly in front of him.

All the eyes of the council were on him. He could feel them looking over him, taking in everything that they could see of his fear filled body.

“What is your name trooper?”

“My designation is CT-5770, sir,” he replied stiffly, not turning his eyes away from directly in front of him to look at the Jedi who had addressed him.

“Your name son,” came a different voice. It was soft and gentle, like the person it came from actually cared.

Doc faltered slightly, turning toward the voice to face the Kel-Dor Jedi. “It’s- It’s uhh, Doc, sir,” he said cautiously before turning back to attention.

“Please, at ease be Captain.”

Doc looked back at Krell and was met with a neutral face, giving him no indication to stay at attention. Looking back at Yoda, he awkwardly shuffled into a stiff parade rest.

“Captain Doc,”

Doc’s eyebrows shot up at the sound of his name being said by someone other than his brothers before he quickly forced them back down, hoping that none of the Jedi noticed. All of them did.

“Agree with Master Krell’s description of the battle, do you?”

“No.”

“Yes, sir,” he said without hesitation, his fear of disobeying Krell’s rules pulsing in the back of his mind.

The council hesitated for a moment, all of the members on it exchanging quick glances before looking back at Doc.

“I sense much fear in you Captain,” the Kel-Dor Jedi said lightly.

Doc sucked in a breath, trying to quiet his mind.

The Kel-Dor leans forward, pointing at Doc. “You mustn’t be afraid to tell us information that we may not be pleased to hear.”

“Yes,” Yoda says. “Tell us the truth you must, so that better prepared we can be for future battles.”

Doc swallows, looking between the three Jedi who look at him with questioning faces.

“I do not fear telling you the truth Master Jedi,” he lies as he looks at each member of the council.

“So then Captain, tell us,” Windu says. “Do you agree with Master Krell’s description of the battle?”

Doc hesitates for a moment, looking back at Krell and seeing hard eyes staring back at him. He takes a deep breath, turning his attention back toward Master Windu.

“Well… I…” He quickly looks down, before bringing his head back up high.

The members of the council lean forward, urging him to finish his thought.

“I do think that there were ways we could have avoided so many casualties had we tried… different strategies.”

The Jedi all look at each other, nodding. “Then discuss that with your general, you will,” Yoda says.

He looks at Krell, whose expression Doc cannot see. “A discussion with your new captain, you will have. Then reassess the information you give in reports, you will. A discussion with you, I will have at a later date. Talk about what you and your captain agreed on, we will.”

Krell’s voice cuts through the tight tension that has taken over the bridge as the deck officers take turns staring at the meeting. “Yes, master.”

“Very good.” Master Windu looks around at all of the Jedi, who give him a soft nod. “Your next assignment will be transmitted to you within a few days. In that time, you are to travel to Kamino to pick up your new troopers.”

“Understood.”

Windu nodded at Krell and then Doc. “May the Force be with you.”

One by one, the blue images of the Jedi faded out until only Yoda remained. “Much fear there is in you young one,” he said as he pointed at Doc. “Know not what it is you fear, but learn to control it, you must. Yes.”

Doc looks at the ground before looking back at Yoda, nodding his head. “I will try sir.”

“You will. Of that, certain I am.” He gives one final smile to Doc, and then his image disappears.

Doc steps back from the table and instantly spins around toward his general, frantically trying to apologize. “Sir, I am so sorry. I didn’t know that they would—”

Doc yelps as a huge arm hits him hard across the face, sending him tumbling backwards onto the ground. His helmet clatters as it hits the ground and is sent flying across the floor.

He can feel his left eye pulsing as blood rushes to the area that was hit. He looks up to see his general towering over him with rage filling his eyes and a snarl covering his face.

“Sir, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“You will stand at attention when you speak to me clone!” Krell’s voice booms out across the silent bridge.

Every pair of eyes stares at him in fear, while breath is held in anticipation.

Doc begins pushing himself off of the floor, sucking in a sharp breath. “Yes, sir,” he says meekly.

He comes back to attention, looking up at the furious Jedi, before Krell’s left arm comes up to backhand Doc once again, sending him to the floor.

“How dare you embarrass me in front of the council!”

Doc begins standing up once again, trying to come to attention. “I’m sorry sir! I didn’t mean to—”

He feels Krell’s fist on his face again before he can fully get up and is sent to the floor once again.

“Consider this a warning clone,” Krell says, his voice a menacing growl. “You will learn your place. Understood?”

Doc brings his hand to his lip as he slowly gets up. He pulls it away to see blood on his glove before pulling his hand down to come to attention. He looks up at Krell defiantly, his left eye already beginning to swell and obstruct his vision. “Yes, sir.”

Krell looks around at the troopers on the bridge that have been staring at them with wide eyes. “Understood?”

As quick as lightning, they all snap to attention before saying in unison, “Sir, yes sir!”

With that, Krell turned and began storming out of the bridge, stopping just before he got to the door. He turned around walking back up to Doc and getting in his space. “I still expect those reports to be filled out on time, Captain.”

“Of course, sir,” Doc says, keeping his voice level.

He watches Krell leave before looking around at the shocked and terrified faces of his brothers. He sighs, bringing his hand back up to his bleeding lip. “It’s alright,” he says softly, trying to comfort them. “Everyone just try to get back to your work so that this day might end a bit better than it began.”

He looks around, seeing all of the fear on his brothers faces as they silently turn back to their duties. None of them are much older than him. Maybe three of the men he can see are the same age as him, but the rest are all younger.

He sighs, trying not to think about how terrified they must be. He needs to be strong for them like his brothers were for him when he first began the never-ending nightmare of serving in the 904th.

“Lieutenant,” he says.

“Yes, sir?”

“I am going to go to the med bay. Could you have someone go to the captain’s quarters and bring the data pad here? I am going to work on the bridge once I am done.”

“Of course, sir.”

Doc gives a small smile. “Thank you.” He lowers his voice. “Have someone notify me once the General has returned to his quarters for the night cycle. Once it has been cleared with me, begin phase one of the geode protocol. Can you do that?”

The lieutenant pulls back, his eyes lighting up slightly at the mention of the secret order. “Of course, sir.”

Doc puts his hand on the trooper’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Thank you.” He began to walk out of the bridge, stopping to turn back toward the lieutenant. “Comm me if anything is needed. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

With that, Doc began his walk toward the medbay, his lip dripping blood onto his plain white armor the entire time.

#my oc #clone trooper oc #clone trooper doc #CT-5770 #pong krell #the dirty mother fucker #my writing #the duty of a captain #death mention tw #blood tw #abuse tw

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Redemption | Part I

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Summary: A young sith apprentice on their first mission. Although a chance to prove yourself to your dark masters presents itself, you do the exact opposite of what is expected of you. Putting yourself at the jedi master Kenobi’s merci, you plead him to lead you from the dark side and show you the way of the light. But will your attempt to redeem yourself be futile and the pull to the dark side be too strong?

Wordcount: ~2400

Warnings: angst, canon-violence

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you and your families are healthy. This is somewhat the prequel to a longer series I have planned, it will be a slow burn but Obi-Wan will appear in the next chapter. Sorry I haven’t posted in some time, uni was very stressful and I was lacking the motivation, but now in times of quarantine I found some time again to write. I hope you enjoy this, I am always happy to receive messages and feedback :) Masterlist Part II

Alongside your sister in training, Asajj Ventriss you had been send to a planet on the outer rim that was currently under the protection of the Republic. The goal of the attack was to weaken the hold of the Republic on the planet, since it was rich in resources, which the seperatists wished to aquire. Yet Ventriss was the only one allowed to get her hands dirty. For now you would have to be satisfied with observing the fighting, since you were not cleared for missions yet. Although your master had assured you would join the fighting soon.

It would be your first mission and to say you were nervous was an understatement. No, you were terrified. Terrified you would fail and disappoint your master, for failure would often result in punishment. On the other hand, you were curious to get the chance to fight a jedi yourself, or even better, defeat one. The prospect of impressing Count Dooku, as unlikely as that might have been, nevertheless overshadowed your fear. You had been trained by the Count for a few years now and your fingers were itching to finally aide in destroying the jedi.

You were currently hidden atop a higher building amidst the lush vegetation of the planet, your dark cloak flowing in the wind. The droid squadron marched further into the city engaging the first clones breaking out of the treeline. The clones managed to hold their ground neither fronts having the upper hand. Thats what you were here for.

Ventriss was beside you, a sadistic smirk forming on her face as the first jedi revealed himself. It was Skywalker, as calculated by your Master, followed by his togrutan padawan. Not having noticed you yet, the two jedi reinforced the clones, sprinting to the front, slashing droids in their way. As the two were seperated, Ventriss let out a malicous laugh, jumping of the building to engange the younger one. As the jedi master noticed the two fight, you understood why Ventriss had enganged her first. It seemed her master was fiercely protective of her. Skywalker slashed his way through the oncoming droids trying to reach the girl yet was held back as they seemed to swarm him. No doubt your master’s plan. Storming towards the young female with a battle cry, the red and green of the two lightsabers clashed together.

Asajj Ventriss was relentless, hitting her opponent with fast and strong strikes, but the apprentice seemed to be able to stand her ground, parrying her attacks elegantly. The jedi apprentice was strong with the force and skilled, you had to give her that, but you knew that Ventress’ had a few tricks up her sleeves herself. She wouldn’t hesitate to fight dirty, while trickery wasn’t the jedi way.

Skywalker’s padawan had just gotten the upper hand through a mistake Ventriss had made, as the latter shifted her weight to one of her legs while the other kicked dirt up in the togrutans direction, hitting her in the face. The girl was stunned, lowering her guard just for a second, but that was enough to make her trip, landing on her back. The mistress pushed forward ready to deal the final blow, as an invisible force pushed her backwards flying through the air. Skywalker had finally managed to reach the fight between the jedi and the sith, reaching for his Padawan, helping her up, making sure she was fine. Hastily looking around herself, Ventriss noticed the absence of her lightsaber, instictively grabbing a blaster off the ground before pulling the trigger. Everything after that seemed to happen in slow motion: The jedi master leaps infront of the shocked girl taking the hit for her before going to the ground.

In that moment your smirk vanishes, and your mouth opens in surprise. Nevertheless, the jedi being hit, as impossible as that feat itself seemed, wasn’t what surprised you. You knew that the Mistress was a force to be reckoned with. No, what surprised you was the master taking a hit for his apprentice. You had never expected him to protect her, while threatening his own life.

Meanwhile the scene before you unfolded further, Clones forming a protective circle around the pair as the apprentice helped her master up, who was apparently not fatally wounded, before retreating hastily into the woods. Yet you were frozen. You couldn‘t fathom what you had seen before you. You had known that the jedi were sentimental but you had never expected the extend of the bond Skywalker seemed to share with the young jedi. What irked you more, was that you were aware that your „sister“, let alone master, would not once hesitate to sacrifice you for the „greater good“.

Following the jedis’ retreat, the sound of a landing craft approaching your position filled your ears, informing you to leave. You turned towards the commotion, pushing your black shawl over one shoulder before approaching the edge of the roof you had been observing from. Landing elegantly on the dark grass afoot the building, you rushed towards your fellow apprentice, who was already waiting for you at the boarding ramp, meeting your eyes with a triumphant smirk.

“About time we showed those jedi where they belong.”, she announced as she turned away, you following her up the ramp. “I bet you can’t wait to report back to our Master.”, you retorted with a scoff, although a humorous undertone hinting at your amusement. You wouldn’t exactly call her a friend, since there was already a growing rivalry for Count Dooku’s favour even if you hadn’t been allowed on any missions yet. Nevertheless, she was the closest thing to a companion that you had. It wasn’t that you spent a lot of time together outside of training sessions, but at least she had never chosen you to be become the target of her anger. Yet, you thought. Your relationship was about to drastically change as you would gain more power, a thing you already sectretly dreaded.

“Get out of my way.”, she snapped at a droid before pushing it angrily away. You followed her further into the inside of the ship before daring to speak again. “Sorry, Mistress.”, the droid responded shakily, before backing up slowly.

“How did you know attacking the young one would have the effect it did?”, you asked hesitantly. “The Jedi are predictable. Their compassion is their biggest weakness.”, she spoke with her back still facing you before turning around completely. “You can use it to your advantage.”

“How foolish of them to form attachments to their apprentices.”, you added absentmindedly. “Oh, it will cost them greatly, especially after I am finished with them.”, she laughed coldly. “Oh and you will surely get a chance at that yourself.”

Somehow the prospect of killing jedi didn’t bring you as much joy as you would have liked. Yes, you were angry when you had to be, but that passion that fueled your power didn’t come from your hatred for jedi, no matter how hard your master had tried to indoctrinate you. This anger was often accompanied by fear, the fear to not rise up to expectations, since your failure would not be without consequences.

“I will let the Master know of my success.”, she announced in her usually cold tone before retreating further into the ship, leaving you alone.

Smoke filled your lungs as you crawled your way out of the burning shack, screams filling the air as tears fell freely from your eyes. You turned around to search for someone. Someone important to you, more important than anything else. You started rushing forward, pushing past anyone stumbling in your way, panicked voices reaching your ears. A deep fear reached your mind almost paralyzing you as you reached the burning hut, about to collapse. A shrill scream reached your ears as you fell to your knees, attempting to reach the remains of the building. Suddenly, a cold, strong grip held you back by your arm, pulling you away. You turned around to see a man with a sadistic grin on his face, making you respond by kicking and screaming. The man tightened his grip, the last thing you saw a glowing red light near your face before you were engulfed in darkness.

You jolted awake, sweat soaking your sheets. The cry that left your mouth shook you out of your paralysis, making you draw in a deep shaky breath. As you clutched your thin blanket to your chest, your knuckles turning white, you closed your eyes. It had only been a dream, you told yourself over and over to calm yourself. But it wasn’t just a dream.

You remember it as clearly as if it had been yesterday, it just felt as real. You had laughed and played together before it had happened. Before the beginning of the end. Before you were made into this shell, a ghost of the person you were, you could have been.

You had tripped and your mother craddled you in her arms to comfort you as the first blasters went off. She had immediately clutched you to her chest tightly, whispering how everything would be alright, as tears escaping her eyes. Now you knew that she had just tried to protect you, but back then you believed her. You didn’t know that from then on nothing would be the same anymore, your life in shatters. Your mother had picked you up before making you hide underneath the bed, assuring you she would return for you. That was about 17 years ago, but you couldn’t be sure.

A tear made its way down your face, before you angrily rubbed it away with the back of your hand. You couldn’t be weak right now, you had to be strong to get through this, to become powerful, powerful enough so no one could hurt you any longer. And still you couldn’t help but feel trapped. A different life was after all just that: a dream.

Worse yet, you were sure you would never have such a meaningful relationship with anyone as you had with your mother, someone that really cared. You yearned to feel the warmth of someone’s embrace again, remembering your mothers touch only vaguely. Someone to remind you of why you were still fighting.

You thought back to the fight against the jedi earlier, how the master and padawan seemed to care for each other so deeply. They would’ve died for each other, something that none of your acquaintances would even consider, not your master nor Ventress.

With a sigh you turned back around, making yourself comfortable again. You would have to get at least a few hours of good nights sleep to not get your ass handed to you in tomorrow’s training session.

To be continued...

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chubby-dragon13 · 6 years

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The Problem With Chairs

im not dead!!! Just really freaking slow. Anyway heres a small sequel to my story “A Weighty Meal” in which Cody gets back to his office and things are tighter then he remembers. Good thing Waxer and Boil are there to help him out.

Cody/Waxer/Boil.

Cody walked, waddled, into his office trying his hardest not to wheeze from his walk through the Negotiator. His legs hadn’t hurt this much or panted this hard since his physical conditioning on Kamino. He was not used to having so much extra weight on him. Part of him wondered if this is how Rex felt when he told him he had to carry that astromech. Instead of a astromech Cody was carrying a large hefty belly that seemed to wobble in front of him every time he moved. Also unlike the astromech Cody couldn’t just take it off, it would take him ages to get back to his normal size, if it was even possible to do so. He didn’t even want to think of that process at the moment. He rubbed his face then looked down at his desk, the holopads and filmsi were still neatly organized the way he left them before the whole ordeal had began. He had dreaded doing them before but they seemed like his saving grace for a distraction right now.

Moving around the desk, he picked up his holopad and began to look it over to get his head on track with work. He grabbed one of the armrests of his chair and lowered himself to sit. Cody paused when his, now more significant, behind squeezed thoroughly between the armrests. A wave of embarrassment came over him as he pushed himself down into his chair until he was properly sitting. His hips consumed the seat and poured over the sides while his sides enveloped the armrests and belly pushed into the desk. Cody felt uncomfortable in the inadequately sized chair. He sighed, well he guessed he’d have to get a new chair at least he had a stiff couch to sit on. He put his hands on the desk to push himself up but as he was lifting he felt his hips and sides squeeze the armrests. He huffed and pulled harder but they did not pass the armrests at all. For the next couple minutes Cody struggled to get his hips and butt out of the chair before getting exhausted and giving up. He was stuck. Cody, Marshal Commander of the 212th, was stuck in his office chair. He placed his hands on his face and groaned. This was a whole new level of embarrassment and a new situation for him. Maybe he could comm General Kenobi, asking him would probably be the least humiliating person to ask considering he was in the same size predicament. As he reached for his comm there was a knock at his door. Dread filled his entire being.

“Commander? Can we come in, Sir?” Kriff, Of course it had to be his brothers! He had lucked out at avoiding them getting to his office but now he had no where to go and he was stuck in his chair! They knocked again. Cody was very tempted not to answer but it could be and actual issue and they were going to see him eventually but he really didn’t want to. He sighed deeply, sometimes he really hated his job. He fixed his gifted grey mock officer clothes as best as he could.

“Come in.” He visibly cringed as the door slid open to revel Waxer and Boil in their half armor half blacks. Boil stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Cody but Waxer was to busy rambling off his holo to notice his enlarged commander.

“Sir, it seems that reconstruction of the mess hall and barracks is ahead of schedule and- Ow! Boil! What was that for?” Boil had elbowed Waxer to get his attention and looked at Cody. Waxer furred his brows and turned to look in the same direction. He choked on air as he looked at his large commanding officer.

“Commander? Vod? What happened to you? How did you get so-so….big?” Waxer asked. The two of them approached Cody with bewildered looks. He wasn’t this fat this morning or ever for that matter. Cody blushed as they walked around the desk until they flanked him then began to examen his new bulbous form.

“I think there are better questions to ask. Like who are you and why did you eat our Vod?” Boil said bluntly and poked Cody’s belly. Cody glared daggers at him.

“Boil! Thats so rude!” Waxer reached around Cody and punched his shoulder.

“You know I can court martial you right?” Boil rubbed his shoulder and raised his hands in surrender.

“Geez, Im sorry. Seriously though, what happened? Your as big as a Hutt.” Again Waxer punched his other shoulder. Cody sighed and rubbed his forehead. He couldn’t think of a logical explanation for what happened other then the truth which was difficult to explain. How would you explain that you and your General went out to lunch and the lunch had something in it that made us incredibly obese? He would probably have an easier time telling them that this was part of a convoluted separatist plan.

“A very unexpected situation thats difficult to explain right now.” The both of them looked at him with skepticism but didn’t push it for now.

“Well, I suppose in the mean time your going to be off the field then?” Waxer asked as delicately as he could.

“Waxer, I think its pretty obvious. I’ll probably be confined to office work until I’m able so solve this issue.” Cody blushed and put his hands on his belly. Waxer felt a bit embarrassed for asking and Boil chuckling didn’t help so he looked back at his holo.

“Sorry, Sir. Ahem, like I was saying reconstruction is ahead of schedule and the current barracks are awaiting your inspection. Err, but if you can’t right now we’ll tell the men your busy at the moment.” Cody internally groaned. He couldn’t delay his duties even though he really wanted too.

“I’ll go. They’ll have to know about my condition sometime, might as well be now.” Cody stood up and a second later Waxer was blushing while holding back a laugh and Boil was just laughing out loud. Cody nearly face palmed completely forgetting about the chair that was now pointing to the wall.

“Ha ha ha! Talk about being big bottomed!” Cody was going to burn a hole though Boil’s head with the intensity of his glare at this point.

“Im seriously going to court martial you.” Boil covered his mouth with his hand but kept laughing. Waxer was trying hard not to stare at his commanding officers large, bulging problem.

“Uh, umm, S-sir do you need help with that.” He gestured to the obvious and Cody dipped his head in defeat and embarrassment.

“Yes, I need help. I’ve been stuck for awhile but haven’t been able to get out.” He said. Boil was finally catching his breath from his laughing fit.

“Well you should probably move over here in the middle of the room so we can have space to pull.” Waxer agreed. Cody awkwardly waddled with the chair stuck to his enormous rear. The two watched almost hypnotized at Cody’s wobbling body. It was so odd to watch him go to the middle of the room he just looked so squeezable and soft. They shook their head to clear those thoughts out of their heads and went to the center as well. Waxer stood in front of Cody and Boil in the back with the chair.

“Ok, Boil you pull on the chair. Cody give me your arms so I can pull.” They nodded. Boil took the base of the chair and Cody stretched out his arms to Waxer.

“On the count of three we pull. Ready? One,two,three!” The two thinner clones pulled with all their strength. Cody felt like he was in a tug of war, being pulled back and forth. For about a minute they pulled until the base of the chair that Boil was pulling popped off and sent him flying back onto the couch. The loss of opposing force sent Waxer backwards into the wall…with Cody following suit. Waxer had now become a red faced pancake on the wall with Cody’s blubbery figure pressing on him. Unable to help himself or the situation he let his hands rest on Cody’s love handles. Cody was out of breath from the exertion of trying to pull himself free. He let himself catch his breath for a moment until he felt hands on his sides. His head popped up to look at Waxer being squished under his bulk.

“Waxer! Vod! I’m sorry! Are you ok?” Waxer nodded and tried to compose himself. That was way more pleasurable then Waxer would have expected but he wasn’t going to say that out loud, at least in front of Cody. Boil watched the scene unfold from the other side of the room. Waxers body, aside from his hands, feet and head, was completely smothered underneath Cody’s bloated body. He was concerned for Waxer at first, until he saw the sneak put his hands on Cody’s sides and start to grope a little. He wasn’t jealous, not even a little, of the fact that Waxer got to feel up their very plush commander. Nope, he wasn’t going to admit that. Instead he was gonna get up and glare at this stupid base that nearly hit him in the kriffing face. He tossed said base to the side aggressively then turned back to the others.

“Welp. Now what? That chair is really stuck. By the way, how in all the Corillian hells did you even get your big bubble butt in that thing?” Cody blushed and Waxer gave him the ‘really’ look.

“Now we try again except this time we will get better holds. With his permission, you grab the seat and I’ll grab Cody’s body.” They looked at Cody. He nodded and turned to Waxer. Waxer stepped in front of Cody, the both of them turning a bit red when Cody’s soft belly pushed into Waxers abs. The reddening deepened when Waxer wrapped around Cody’s round build and his hands couldn’t meet. Boil on the other hand was at a loss of where to grab. Cody’s butt was literally covering the entire chair. Anywhere Boil wanted to grab the seat Cody’s substantial rear was there. He finally just gulped down his awkwardness and grabbed the edges, his fingers being smushed by blubber. Cody held back a yelp when Boil pushed his fingers under his posterior. It was so embarrassing and humiliating that this was happening. Never in a million years did Cody think that this was going to be a scenario in his life yet here he was, one brother fully pressed against his torso the other pushing his rump so he could get a grip on a chair that his fat ass had gotten stuck in. He was never going to live this down and Force, Stars or any deity out there help him if the 501st ever caught wind of this. Waxer squeezing him through off this thoughts. Even though this was a mortifying situation, it was kind of nice to have Waxer hold him. He wrapped his arms around Waxer to secure himself.

“Alright, lets try this again. Ready? One,two,three!” The tug of war began once again between Cody with Waxer and Boil with the chair. Cody tried move his hips forward to get more pull but only managed to pulled Boil and the chair closer. It seemed like forever had passed before they stopped to catch their breath. Waxer pulled away from Cody but left his hands lingering on his belly while Boil sat on the couch.

“Ok,ok, there has to be something we’re doing wrong.” Waxer panted.

“Or Cody’s shebs are too big. I say we either get some fraking oil or soap, some kind of lubricant, or we get one of the engineers to cut him out.” Boil huffed out as he flopped on the couch ready to give up. Cody was wedged in there tight, it didn’t seem possible for him and Waxer to pull him out. The creeping sense of dread filled Cody once more at the thought of having to grease him up like a fattened animal or the thought of having the engineers come in with their later cutters to get the chair off. Waxer looked over Cody’d problem area once more. The armrest were wedged between his hip and love handle making his behind push out the gap between the rest and seat causing the problem.

“Alright Boil, lets try one more time. This time you squeeze the sides of his rear in then pull the armrest then do the same to the other side. If this doesn’t work then will have to take up one of Boils suggestions, Sir.” Cody sighed but agreed. Boil got up off the couch and this time placed his hands on either side of Cody’s hips.

“Ready? One,two,three!” They pulled this time with actual progress. Boil pushed his cheek in while pulling on the chair and it slowly started to pass by the ample body part. Once he was half way with one side he started with the other. The armrests slowly sliding by but it was sliding by. They took a minute to breath before hopefully pulling off the dreadful furniture. Boil took the seat and pulled with all his strength and body weight when he flew into the couch with a chair in his hands. It took him a minute to realize the chair had come free and that Waxer and Cody were in basically the same position as last time. He was pressed flat against the wall with a face that suggested he was more then a little happy but trying badly to hide it. Throwing the cured chair aside Boil made his way to them. As he got to them right behind Cody, they moved. Cody backed up into Boil pushing him bit. Boil quickly grabbed him to balance both of them.

Waxer was trying so hard not to laugh at the scene before him. He didn’t think they realized what a compromising position they were in. Boil looked at him confused and gestured for him to look down. He seemed to have noticed now as his face deadpanned. Boil currently had their commanders large shebs backed up on his hips, and cod piece, and his hands were filled with the grey material that covered them. Cody had that same deadpan expression. Even though he couldn’t see it he could feel that he and Boil were in a VERY suggestive pose. Neither of them moved though, frozen by embarrassment and awkwardness. Waxer decided to just make the situation even more risqué and placed his hands over Boil’s, successfully pressing himself against Cody’s distended middle and head resting on his plush shoulder. Cody was now sandwiched in between them in a way that if someone walked in right now they would think they were having a threesome. Which he kind of assumed Waxer mildly wanted to have. It was a thought but not right now!

“I hope you boys are comfortable.” He finally broke the silence with.

“I am and I’m pretty sure Boil is too.” Waxer said nuzzling his head into Cody’s neck. He turned his head to see Boil as red faced as a sith’s saber. His hands though were betraying him as every so often they’d squeeze or grope.

“I hate to ruin your comfort but could we do this another time like when we know someone is not going to walk in on us and tell the entire GAR.” Waxer huffed but relented and let go with Boil following in suit.

“Alright, Sir, but I will hold you to that.” Waxer smiled cheekily and patted his commander’s belly. He then walked around to go to Boil who was holing the remains of the chair.

“Well, I guess this is scrapped. Cody, do me a favor and never sit in a chair that has armrests or is smaller then your shebs ever again.” Cody blushed at the remains and though he hated to admit it he might have to take Boil’s advice on that.

“Or do and call us again.” Waxer said with some tease in his voice.

“Keep it in your pants Waxer.” Boil nonchalantly told him which promptly got him hit again. Cody shook his head and laughed under his breath at their squabbling. He went over to the couch and plopped himself down, relishing the feeling of his thighs and backside being able to spread out comfortably without armrests in the way. He let his hands fall to where he had been constricted and felt the tender area with a wince. He was defiantly going to bruise there later.

“Are you ok?” Waxer asked. Cody hadn’t noticed they had finished bickering.

“Yeah I’m fine, just bruising a bit but nothing to worry about.” They both made a concerned face.

“If you want we could go tell the others that you’ll be doing inspection later and we’ll bring you some pain reliving salve.” He considered it. On one hand he would be putting off his duties on the other he still had no explanation for his current body state and his hips kinda hurt.

“That sounds good right now thank you Waxer.” He nodded and grabbed Boil by the arm to the door. Cody settled back in to the still stiff couch but it was still better then that chair. Outside in the hall Waxer was a bit ecstatic.

“Your a perv I swear and everyone thinks I’m the bad one.” Waxer rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a perv I’m going to help our commander relive some pain he was feeling in his hips. Also I wouldn’t be talking if I were you. You were in a way more racy position and you loved it.” Boil instantly shut up, dropped his head and turned red. Waxer chuckled at Boil’s embarrassment.

“Now come on. I’ll go get the salve you go tell the men. Also, see if you can’t gather up some contraband snacks and I’ll get a couple of spare rations. He’s probably a little hungry after all that effort.” Waxer said with a wink. Boil smiled.

“I like the way you think.” He said as they took off down the halls to their respective tasks. Giving Cody the salve wasn’t the only thing he was going to get.

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sophrosynic · 6 years

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Okay, I have A Lot Of Thoughts about Star Wars:

[TLJ SPOILERS ABOUND]

1) The movie was way too fucking long for what happened in it. They could have cut back on a whole bunch of stuff and still had a decent movie but nooooooooo Ryan Johnston INSISTED on cramming all that shit in there like sardines. Because who ever needs subtlety right? 2) If you honestly walked away from this movie thinking that the Kylan Roe Redemption Sequence actually made him look like a good person and not someone who has a repeated & consistent pattern of being a horrible fucking human being, then you were watching the wrong movie lol. 3) Speaking of which, the best fucking thing about the rest of this movie series is the fact that Kyaln Row's story line has finally been set up so that he's the final villain. Like, we have gotten the shitty failed redemption arc crap out of the way now and there's no more turning back sooooooo can't wait for ReysGonnaWreckHisAss2k19 4) Anyway the good stuff 5) LUKE LOWKEY DISSING OBI-WAN KENOBI AND THE JEDI ORDER THOUGH LIKE :ALKSDJF:DLKJF:SDLUORUDSKJ:DSKF 6) OBI-WANS PROBABLY SCREAMING OFF IN THE DISTANT VOID LIKE 7) "SHOULD HAVE FUCKING LEFT YOU IN TATOOINE ASSHOLE!!!!!" 7.5) (When Luke dies and becomes one with the Force, Obi-Wan legit follows him around DEMANDING royalties for the "if you strike me down" shit) 8) Also, I WAS RIGHT ABT REY'S PARENTAGE I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT AND I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT HOW RIGHT I WAS 9) Because the whole POINT of Star Wars has always been about found families. 10) WHICH, speaking OF, is yet another damning indictment against Klo RowRow. Because family doesn't mean shit. Because choice is everything. Choosing the goodness within yourself is what matters the most. Because no one is born with inherent light or inherent darkness within them--they choose these things as they go on and it's those choices that matter. 11) WHICH LEADS TO YET ANOTHER POINT BECAUSE FINN!!!!!!! REY!!!!!!!!! POE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 12) THEY HUG 13) "FINN NAKED LEAKING WHAT?????" 14) "HELLO IM POE." - "I'M REY." - "I KNOW IVE HEARD" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 15) IDC IF THATS WRONG OR NOT WHAT THEY SAID BECAUSE FUCK YOU 16) REY!!!!!!!! LOOKING AT FINN!!!!!!!!! BEING KIND TO ROSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 16.5) (OT4!OT4!OT4!OT4!) 17) ANAKIN SKYWALKER'S LIGHTSABER BROKEN INTO TWO DAMN PIECES IS THE BEST WAY FOR IT TO GO 18) (SOMEWHERE OUT THERE IN THE FORCE HE'S HEAVING A LEGIT SIGH OF RELIEF AND PADME GIVES HIM A HUG) 19) (LEAVE THE POOR BASTARD ALONE HES DEAD) 20) THE SUBTLE AND INCISIVE CRITIQUE OF CAPITALISM AND WEALTH AND WAR AND IMPERIALISM, ALL IN ONE SINGLE SENTENCE THOUGH. 21) Hux is SUCH a fucking LOSER like WHAT THE FRUFKC klajd. 22) (Honestly this is just gonna make all the shippers so much MORE annoying tbh!!!!!) 23) HONOURABLE MENTION 1 GOES TO: Luke tossing the lightsabre over his shoulder and rolling his eyes and walking away LIKE THE DRAMA QUEEN HE IS (There are no more honourable mentions after this one.) 23.5) (SOMEWHERE OUT THERE IN THE FORCE VOID ANAKIN IS CHEERING IN DELIGHT) 24) Listen. LISTEN. It is in fact an intergalactic resistance meme by this point to make fun of Hux at any given opportunity, in as many increasingly bizarre and surreal ways as possible. 25) Galactic social media is just filled with shitty Hux memes 26) Most of them are just variations of "Uh hello??? I need to speak to Hucks? With a K? Rhymes with Fucks, as in, I'm all out of fucks to give abt the First Order????" 27) (Poe may or may NOT have ripped it off of a Resistance fan Twitter, but can you BLAME him when so many people are so damn creative???) 28) THAT ONE MOMENT WHEN HUX MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE BECOME A GODDAMN INADVERTENT HERO BUT NO. NO. FUCK YOU!!!!! 28.5) (Shitty TLJ AU where he DOES shoot pylon rowboat and becomes an accidental-but-totally-on-purpose-for-the-lulz posterboy for the Resistance & they manage to bring down the whole First Order by just refusing to take Hucks seriously) 29) "Do you think you got him???" 30) Ok, I'm reading through this list and there isn't enough appreciation for Rose, so here goes: 31) ROSE STOPPING FINN WHEN SHE THINKS HES RUNNING AWAY AND THEN JUST CASUALLY MENTIONING THAT SHE ZAPS DESERTERS INTO OBLIVION WHENEVER SHE COMES ACROSS ONE 32) ROSE FEELING FOR THE BIG HORSE THINGIES SO DEEPLY 33) ROSE HATING CAPITALISM!!!!!!!! 34) (IN A MOVIE WITH AT LEAST ONE CRITTER THAT WAS SPECIFICALLY DEVELOPED FOR MERCHANDISING PURPOSES ONLY) 35) SAVING FINNS LIFE WHEN HES TOO CARRIED AWAY TO DO IT HIMSELF 37) (Just also want to mention briefly that Obi-Wan is also lowkey pissed that Luke just copied his shitty Old Man Day Drinks Himself To Oblivion in Solitude aesthetic, ALL THE WAY DOWN to the badly written George Lucas dialogue like HOW and WHY but most importantly HOW DARE YOU) 38) (But he will give him points for the whole "every word in that sentence was wrong" bit) 39) (He's also happy that at least SOMEONE picked up the Kenobi instinct for wrecking people by shade alone) 40) Anyone who mistakes Rey's efforts to bring that undeserving fuckwit back into the light as anything EXCEPT the actions of a pure, wonderful delightful human being who is committed to goodness and NOTHING ELSE watched the wrong movie 41) I'm sorry but you did 42) I'll probably scream abt that in a different post tbh 43) In summary: Ryan Johnston got mildly lucky and I'm prety sure the movie would have been ten thousand times worse but there was just so much stuff there that there was enough stuff to make it partially worthwhile so yeah

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