“Thank you for joining me Masters Jedi” The reporter, a petite Mon Calamari, greeted them with a well-practiced smile, desperately hoping it hid her nerves as the selection of available (or, she had a sneaking suspicion, those who were not quite quick enough with a plausible excuse) council members filed in. They took seats in the comfortable chairs arranged in a semicircle in front of her.
“Thank you for inviting us” Obi-Wan Kenobi responded with a charming smile, characteristically polite and the voice of the group as they sat down. Mace Windu and Plo Koon both nodded in acknowledgement, Shaak Ti smiled serenely and Kit Fisto flashed her his usual wide grin. It was like looking at holo-posters.
“Please make yourselves comfortable” She cleared her throat and switched on her holo-mic “and before we start, my listeners have asked me to pass on their heartfelt thanks for all your efforts during the war, and for making the Galaxy safe once again.”
At this there was some shuffling, her Jedi guests looking between each other, a surprising air of awkwardness settled over the group and she instantly kicked herself.
“We simply followed the will of the Force, and we were fortunate enough to have our Trooper brothers with us. We could not have prevailed without them” Master Plo Koon replied with a slight dip of his head in thanks, even as he shrugged off the compliment.
The reporter smiled back at him.
“Of course, I’m very excited to meet them later.” She said, noting the rather pleased looks on the Jedi’s faces as she did so and hoping she had clawed back some goodwill. “For now, though, I’m very interested in learning more about our Jedi heroes and I have some fantastic questions from our listeners.” She settled back in her chair and looked at her notes, willing her hands to stop shaking. This was a career making opportunity.
“Could I first ask, to set us up nicely, for you all to state your name, species and age for the holo-mic please. It helps listeners distinguish voices and really build a picture of you” she explained, getting down to business.
“Sure! I’m Kit Fisto, Nautolian, and I’m fifty-five in standard years.” The first Jedi, a shockingly youthful (and very handsome) male smiled at her reaction as the reporter’s face widened in surprise.
“My species age well” he said with a wink, and the reporter was amused to note his confidence got him a whack on the leg from the next Jedi, Shaak Ti.
“Greetings, I am Shaak Ti, Togrutan and I am fifty-eight in Galactic Standard Years” she said with a lovely, measured voice that would make an excellent narrator, the reporter thought.
“Thank you” She said, before moving down the line.
“I am Plo Koon, Kel Dor, and I am three hundred and eighty-five GSY old” he said rather proudly, the reporter thought. She nodded in appreciation and slight awe. She understood some of the older races had different life spans and ages, but she’d never met one before.
“I am Mace Windu, Korun from Haruun Kal, and I am sixty-one GSY.” The reporter struggled to meet the serious brown eyes of the head of the order, trying very hard not to be intimidated she nodded in thanks and moved on to her last guest. Her personal favourite.
“Hello there, I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, a near-human from Stewjon and I’m thirty-eight.” He said with another polite smile.
“Excellent, now then-“
“Pardon?”
The reporter was incredibly surprised to be interrupted by the serene master herself, Shaak Ti, who had something akin to shock on her face.
“ah, sorry? What?” Master Kenobi asked, a little unsure, looking between his colleague and the reporter, who shrugged a little.
Master Ti looked at him down the line.
“You’re how old?!” she asked again.
Master Kenobi was starting to look downright uneasy.
“I’m…thirty-eight.”
Master Ti continued to stare at him.
“In Galactic Standard Years?” she clarified incredulously
“Yes-“
A snort came from Master Fisto at the other end of the line.
“Ahh Shaak. All this time, didn’t realise he was a baby did you?” he said knowingly.
“I am not a baby!” Master Kenobi spluttered.
“I mean I knew he was young but…”
“Now hang on, I’m not that young-“
“I had a similar moment of realisation about halfway through the war” Plo pacified her with an understanding pat. “We basically followed a teenager into battle” he said sagely.
“Oh now you’re just being –“
“Did you know about this?!” Shaak asked the head of the order accusingly, ignoring her young colleague’s protests.
Master Windu’s frown held a hint of amusement.
“Yes…I can do mathematics, and read personnel files…” he answered slowly, dry as the dessert. Master Ti glared at him.
“Sorry Obi-Wan” The surprised Togruten turned at last to mollify her colleague. “I’m just…surprised. That makes you the youngest member in…a while. I can’t believe I never knew!” She said in amazement.
“He’s the youngest ever member if I am correct” Master Windu stated, with a rather smug smile, and the reporter was amused to note Master Plo Koon nodding along with a distinct air of pride.
For his part, the reporter could swear Young Master Kenobi’s ears were starting to turn an amusing shade of pink, and for some reason he scowled slightly.
“Depa is only five years older than me!” he grumbled into his folded arms.
“Yeah but she’s Depa” Master Fisto chimed in, in a knowing tone.
“mmm”
“True”
“Yes”
“Right”
“Just what is that supposed to mean-“
The reporter blinked at the scene in before her, rapidly descending into a friendly argument and the bickering of age-old friends. Or, young friends, as the case may be.
She looked at her stack of questions again, and grinned, her previous nerves about interviewing the most powerful beings in the galaxy all but disappearing as Master Fisto winked at her again and Master Plo leaned over to ruffle Master Kenobi’s hair, dodging around a protective Master Windu.
She put the questions on the floor under her chair and grinned.
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🖊 + Ian!
Thank you for the ask, and the chance to talk about Ian! He's the only main character of a work who's been requested so far.
While the love interests and other major roles in my novel WIP "Apricots" are extremely important -- to the point I might end up making saidove interests into co-mains -- Ian Ward is ultimately the protagonist of this story.
Ian is, at almost all times, equal parts calm and completely panicked. His girlfriend, having literally read his mind as a telepath, has described him as a duck: floating along peacefully on the surface, but actually paddling desperately under the water. He's managed every crisis in his life so far by relying on that calm exterior to calm others down so he can have room to think. This approach has been used for everything from his demi/bi/polyam crisis when he fell for the people who would eventually become his partners to his magic-has-proven-alternate-timelines-exist-and-I'm-in-one existential crisis.
On top of being more anxious than he seems, Ian is also more romantic and theatric when he's in love than anyone would guess -- excluding his actual partners, who've been the recipients of his over the top gestures in the past. He only gets this way when he's truly comfortable, so not many other people see this side of him. He's very loving, and doesn't go out of his way to be mean to anyone. That said, he does have an impatient nature and can let his racing thoughts lead him to act before he's actually figured out the best course of action. He has a bit of a temper that's triggered when this happens, and a deep dislike of (most) people who bring out that impatience in him.
As for his actual main character role, he has a strong sense of duty and despite his impatience he'll see almost anything through once he's committed himself to something. He's really the ideal person to carry out his particular hero's quest to prevent his girlfriend's murder. He just needs to ground himself with a good anchor to stay steady along the way. His anchor of choice being a warm drink, usually apricot tea.
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Motivated by This Ask: 336 words
Total Written Due to Asks: 9,977 words
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ALLISON MET PATTY FIRST
it’s been 24 hours and i’m still stuck on the fact
it’s anecdotal and at the same time it feels like it changes everything. turns out for allison patty was never just her husband’s bff’s sister with whom she had never really connected before. she was this interesting girl she had met in a bar at a low point in her life, which then prompted her to talk to the group this girl was with, and the rest is history
it’s such a small detail but that small detail is like projecting a new light on their relationship and on everything that happened last season
it gives me a completely new perspective on allison’s feelings throughout this whole thing and on what her feelings might be now
it’s like this tiny piece of the puzzle suddenly reveals the picture in all its glory
these women did not find each other along the way, it is their meeting that started everything
and now their story can only feel fated, inevitable, inescapable, because allison met patty first
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