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Second Chances (chapter three)

One could classify it as typical teenage angst, but Theo becomes increasingly anxious before even arriving to Alderaan. He fights against himself as he begins to question his capability concerning the weight of both his role in the mission, and his role as a Jedi Padawan.

warnings: mentions of injury (non-fatal), self-deprecating speech

word count: 2.5k

chapter one / chapter two

taglist: @hansoulo @cherrykenobi

Coruscant mornings were cold. Too cold. Theo clutched his canteen and scowled, watching as the steam from his caf billowed up and away into the frigid air. He always brewed it too hot. Obi-Wan often teased him by asking if Theo actually intended to drink “that crude, bitter beverage.” Which to Obi-Wan’s dismay, he did. The padawan yawned. Unable to go back to sleep, he had chosen to have breakfast and go to the hangar early. Too early. This blows. Any other time of day, he would have been delighted to be there. The civilian employees were friendly, and Theo rather enjoyed spending time on his own projects and working alongside them. But it was early morning, and it was obnoxiously cold. Mechanics began to mill about, once in a while tossing Theo a friendly nod or wave, which he politely returned. The hum of electricity filled the air as the overhead lights turned on, signaling the start of a standard work day. 0500, finally. He twisted the cap onto his canteen and clipped it to his pack. Theo stood up and rolled his neck, grimacing as he heard the vertebrae pop. Footsteps sounded from behind him, careful and sure. 

“Good morning, Master.” 

“Good morning, Theo.” Plo raised a brow, taking note of the bags underneath his padawan’s eyes. “It seems you’ve been here for quite some time, are you alright?”

“Physically, or emotionally?” Masking his problems with humor, a skill he had picked up from Obi-Wan. Guilt tugged at him again.

“You’re avoiding the question.” His Master’s tone was as sharp as durasteel. Theo cringed. Okay, none of those jokes today. 

“I know, I know,” he sighed. “It’s just...it’s not the right time to talk about it. We’re about to leave on a mission. It can wait.” Apparently, he hadn’t been as convincing as he’d hoped. Plo narrowed his gaze.

“Is it about your surgical scars? If they are giving you discomfort at this stage, we should--what is so humorous to you?” He planted his hands on his hips, astonished by Theo’s mirthful fit.

“My scars are fine Buir, thanks.” Theo’s lighthearted smile shifted, becoming serious. “Honestly, I’ve been having premonitions. I was planning on talking to you about them sooner rather than later, but I’m going to wait until after the mission to avoid distractions.” Theo gave Plo’s shoulder a reassuring pat, attempting to lift the mood.

“I see, I am relieved that your recovery is still stable.”

“Thank you.” Theo clapped his hands together. “Ready to go, Master Plo?”

“Yes. Have you gone over the plans?” The two Jedi boarded the ship, giving each of the pilots a wave before heading to the common area.

“Not very thoroughly, why?” He drew out the ‘y’ sound, skeptical of where the conversation was going.

“I figured that was the case.” Plo shot him a disapproving once-over. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t be wearing your tunic.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.” Theo laughed nervously.

“You’re not going to be traveling as a Jedi. When we arrive on Alderaan, you will enter the Palace dressed as a pilot. I will leave Alderaan with Senator Organa’s security detail and a decoy, and you will depart with the real Senator. You will travel with him on civilian transport. Alone.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one going on the transport with him? I don’t think I’m suited for that kind of role.” The padawan scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

“No. Kel-Dor rarely travel beyond Dorin, my identity as a Jedi would be rather obvious, and his cover would be lost as well. As for your suitability, we have discussed this. You will be successful unless you allow your humility to become insecurity.” Plo ruffled Theo’s hair, at which the boy ducked away, grumbling in true disgruntled-teenager fashion.

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This was it. Boredom had completely consumed him, and he was confident that it had been at least three days since they left Coruscant. He felt sluggish. Heavy, and like his soul was oozing out of every pore.

“Master, are we there yet? I’m dying over here.” Theo lay draped over his chair like a despondent child. The effects of his caf had long since worn off, leaving him with his unfiltered brain as his only escape.

“Not yet, we have about two and a half-hours to go.” Plo teased.

“Two and a half hours.” The boy groaned. 

“Your patience is lacking today, Padawan.”

“Well there’s nothing to do! We’ve been in space for over thirteen hours! Thirteen!” Theo threw his hands up. 

“You can meditate.” The Kel Dor chuckled. “It may help cure you of your boredom, or your lack of patience...” he paused “or perhaps you could gain some insight into your premonitions.” Theo blew a raspberry. He wasn’t going to waste his energy trying to fight this battle, Master Plo was probably right anyway--he always was.

“Maybe I can...” He plopped to the floor and sat cross-legged. Theo closed his eyes and breathed in slowly as he attempted to quiet his mind. It didn’t work. Too many thoughts. Head full. 

“Nope. Not today. Brain’s off the walls.” Theo leapt up and dusted his hands off on his thighs. 

“Padawan.”

“I can’t do it, Master.”

“Padawan-”

“It’s too much, I can’t not think.”

“Padawan! You do not have to bear your thoughts alone. Come, sit with me. We shall meditate together.” Theo caved in at his words, and the two Jedi settled to face each other on the floor. 

Theo closed his eyes again, and tried aggressively to will away the visions. 

“Well you’re certainly not going to make any progress in that manner.” Plo hummed. 

“Gee thanks, O Wise One.” Theo huffed and opened an eye to glare at his Master. “I’m fine.”

“Oh I’m sure. That’s why you’re so disagreeable. I was going to offer to help you, but if you don’t want it…” If Kel-Dor were physically able to do so, Plo Koon would have been smirking.

“I do! It’s just...” He sighed. “I’ve been a padawan for four years, I should be able to handle something as basic as meditation.” 

“One can struggle regardless of how much training they have had. I am offering to help you because you need it. Try to have a little more patience with yourself, and with me.”

“Alright, Master.” Attempting to relax for a third time, he felt as though he were laying on hot, itchy sand. 

“Allow the Force to surround you, allow yourself to become one with it.” He felt Plo’s presence at the edge of his consciousness, almost as if he were knocking to come in. Theo opened the door, lulled into a state of serenity by the fading voice of his mentor. Plo had been the only real constant in his life, an entity of stability and comfort. Theo wasn’t sure whether or not he was too attached to Plo. His mind wandered to Jango again. The Mandalorian was a loyal man, a good friend, and a comically incompetent guardian. The bounty hunter would often leaving Theo to await his return alone, stating that his destination was “no place for di’kutla little kids.” He would be gone for days. Or weeks. Or forever. Master Plo wasn’t like that. Since the moment Theo began learning at the Temple, Plo Koon had been by his side. For every stumble, error, hesitation, or lapse in judgement that Theo made, his Master had been there to balance him, steady, patient, reassuring and forgiving. Theo saw him as a father, and he wasn’t very subtle about it. 

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Two years ago:

    “Kriff it all!” A powerpack and two hydrospanners clattered to the hangar floor as Theo threw the medkit back onto the tool cart.

“You cannot fix everything, little one.” Plo stood with his arms crossed, staring firmly at the petulant padawan before him.

“Well…” He scoffed, “I should be able to!” He angrily tore open the package with his teeth and wrapped the bacta patch around his finger.

“There will always be things that need fixing. Your work would never be finished.” Plo Koon had proved himself to be exceedingly tolerant. This was Theo’s fifth fit of anger this week alone, and most other Masters would have likely deemed him unfit for apprenticeship by now.

“What’s the point if I can’t do it? I’m worthless!” Theo growled.

“You are not. You are learning. Mistakes are opportunities for reflection and improvement. They are to be embraced.”

“But--”

“Theo, it does not serve you to be afraid of mere possibilities.” 

“But what’s the blasted point of even trying if I know there’s a mere possibility I’m gonna mess it up?” The boy wailed.

“That’s not certain, and if it was, it wouldn’t be the end of all things. It’s quite foolish to demand constant perfection of yourself. Your worth is not measured by what you accomplish.” Plo reasoned. Where is all of this suddenly coming from, he wondered. Is it something I said? No...I’ve been careful with him.

“But what if I do it wrong and it malfunctions? I don’t want you to die because of me! I can’t...I won’t...” He had done it again. Suddenly, Theo’s Jedi-issue boots were incredibly interesting. Had they always been brown leather? (Yes, they had.) The Code was the very first thing he learned, and somehow he managed to be painfully bad at following it properly. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no death, there is the Force. He was definitely in for it this time. Theo braced himself for a lecture, but was surprised to feel a gentle pressure on his shoulders when Plo knelt down in front of him.

“Padawan, look at me.” The Kel-Dor spoke softly. No response. He sighed. “Look at me. It is crucial that you know this.” The boy glanced up, just briefly enough to be satisfactory. “You are capable, clever, strong-willed, and kind. You will become a remarkable Jedi.” Theo nodded, posture softening. 

“Thank you.” He mumbled.

“I don’t expect you to properly repair a carbon compressor on your first attempt, especially not alone. And I trust your ability to correctly perform repairs that you are familiar with. Alas, you must learn them first.”

“Makes sense...I think I got caught up in everything I already knew.”

“It happens to all of us.”

“I’m sorry. I used you as an outlet, you didn’t deserve it.” Theo drew his lip between his teeth.

“I understand your frustration and you need not apologize further. Now, let us not linger on the past, we must finish fixing this carbon compressor.” Plo turned the boy around to face the ship. “This time, be sure not to tighten the bolt with too much force. That’s how accidents like this” he jested, pointing to Theo’s bandaged finger, “happen. The quartered socket spanner would also be a more suitable tool for this particular task, as the angle will give you better leverage.”

“Oh, that’s much easier. I see now! Thanks, Buir.”

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The ship lurched, snapping the two Jedi out of their meditation, and Theo grumbled in protest. He rather liked that memory.

“Apologies for the disturbance, sirs, but we’ve entered the Alderaan system.” Captain Thorn’s voice crackled through the intercom, signaling their imminent return to duty.

“So Master, I know about the mission, but what about Senator Organa himself? What’s he like?” Theo hadn’t met very many politicians. He knew of Senator Padme Amidala from Anakin’s stories, and he had met Chancellor Palpatine on several occasions, but that was about it. 

“Senator Bail Organa is a just man. He is a pacifist with an affinity for ethics, I believe you’ll like him. Especially since he’s one of the people responsible for the Galactic Rights Bill.” Plo picked up his cloak and draped it over his shoulders.

“I’ve been really busy lately with my Shyriiwook comprehension exam coming up, and I kinda haven’t been paying as much attention to politics as I should, care to refresh me?” The padawan flashed a sheepish grin, provoking a weary sigh from the Kel-Dor.

“This Bill would safeguard an individual’s right to self-expression. It would be effective immediately, and has the power to overrule the local laws of star systems and planets. It is crucial for the safety of minority groups who may be targeted for superficial things such as appearance or use of a dialect. Those who would most benefit from this are religious groups and those with an atypical relationship to traditional social roles in their respective societies.”

“That last part sounds so...scripted. Was that a quote?” Theo asked, as the two began to make their way toward the front of the ship.

“From the Bill itself, yes. The section it belongs to was written by Senator Organa.” Plo explained.

“How is the Bill going to be effective? What kind of ‘targeting’ are we talking about? Harassment, refusal of service, homicide?”

“All, and more. However, the most pressing concern and reason for urgency lies in denial of medical care. Over the last several centuries, there have been an increase of differences in socio-cultural interpretations of identity across the galaxy. In some places, this is a catalyst for conflict and consequently, there have been a total of around five hundred cases across thirty-four systems just last year. One thing the Bill is designed to do is prevent governments or medical organizations from prohibiting access to medicine and care on the basis of these differences.”

“I see, and I take it that this is seen as a problem by some because they disagree with any views that differ from their own, or because of money.” Theo glowered. 

“As it is with most ‘debates’ on such things.”

“It’s cowardly.” 

“Indeed.” The door to the bridge slid open, and Theo’s chagrin was almost forgotten. Alderaan was beautiful. The city of Aldera sat nestled neatly in a valley and surrounded by tall, snowy peaks. It was exactly as described in the stories he’d heard from older padawans. 

“Wow, what a place.” He murmured.

“Right?” The co-pilot turned to flash the Jedi a grin. Theo nodded in agreement. She gave him a breathy laugh. “I’ve never been here either, I was just short of giddy when we heard what our next assignment would be!” He now understood what Master Yoda meant when he called all beings “luminous.” She certainly was. I’ll probably never see her again after this, that’s really too bad. 

“We’re approaching the city. Juno, prep the landing gear.”

“Yes, Captain!” She chirped. 

“Well Master, looks like I’d better get ready. See you shortly.” Theo didn’t wait for a response before he slipped back into the other room. When he returned a few moments later, his discomfort was visible. Plo restrained himself from poking fun at his student, but oh, he really wanted to. 

“Man, civilian clothes just don’t feel right.” The boy whined, tugging at the sleeves. Theo scrunched his nose in disgust when they didn’t loosen. “How long do I have to wear this?”

“Not long, we’ve arrived. Take your pack with you and remember, be subtle.”

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Second Chances (Chapter Two)

Five years later, Theo is thriving as his Jedi training progresses, exceeding all expectations set for him. When the fate of a revolutionary civil rights bill is to be decided, tensions rise a little too high in the Senate. Several Jedi are ordered to assume escort duties in an attempt to ensure the safety of those under threat of assassination. 

warnings: mentions of death, hints to transphobia

word count: 1.9k

chapter one

taglist: @acomplicatedprofession

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[kriffani]

Second Chances (Chapter Two)

Five years later, Theo is thriving as his Jedi training progresses, exceeding all expectations set for him. When the fate of a revolutionary civil rights bill is to be decided, tensions rise a little too high in the Senate. Several Jedi are ordered to assume escort duties in an attempt to ensure the safety of those under threat of assassination. 

warnings: mentions of death, hints to transphobia

word count: 1.9k

chapter one

taglist: @acomplicatedprofession

“It’s a nightmare. This bill could change everything!” Mace groaned. 

“Unfortunate, it is. Care, not enough Senators do.” 

“Then why are they continually voted in? How do those blasted parasites stay in office?” 

“I agree with your sentiments, Mace. Which is why the bill must pass. Access to public healthcare is far too limited in it’s current state.” Plo paused, apprehension straightening him in his chair. “Though I do admit, I possess a personal bias in regard to my apprentice.”

“In that respect, I think we all feel the same, Master Plo. Theo is growing up to be a wonderful young man.” Adi Gallia’s remark produced numerous murmurs of agreement from around the Council Chamber. 

“Yes, he is. I’m very proud of him.” Plo relaxed, relieved that the others felt as strongly as he did.

“As you should be, Plo. Regrettably, we must shift the topic slightly. Multiple death threats have been sent to members of the Senate. All of which are very public advocates for the bill, two of them being the ones who introduced it: Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan, and Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo.” Ki-Adi Mundi explained. 

“Have either of them requested our assistance?” Mace leaned forward.

“No, but the Chancellor himself requested that we offer to guard and escort them here from their respective home planets in time for the vote.”

“Then do so, we must. For people like Theo, much at stake, there is.”

“I will take Theo to Alderaan. This mission will be good for him.” Plo offered.

“Mm. Agree, I do. Go to Naboo, to Senator Amidala, I will. Adjourned, this meeting is.” Yoda tapped his staff against the floor in finality.

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“I don’t know what to do anymore, my premonitions keep getting worse,” Theo frowned, “they feel more...real.” 

“Your premonitions?” Anakin echoed. Golden sunlight poured into the Temple hall, making the already-sacred building look even more ethereal. Soft beams bestowed illusive halos onto the two Padawans as they approached one of the windows. Theo rested his arms on the sill and closed his eyes for a moment, basking in the sun’s warmth.

“Yeah. If I focus while I’m dreaming it’s pretty much like I’m there.” He leaned back, chewing the inside of his cheek, “I feel everything as if it were happening to me. I can hear voices more distinctly, but I can’t place them.”

“Can you tell what’s happening to them? Or where they are?”

“No.” 

“Have you told Master Plo?”

“No...” Theo looked down, guilt tugging at his heart. 

“Why not? He’s one of the most powerful Jedi in the Order!” Anakin scoffed, “If anyone can help you, it’s him.”

“I know that, but what if I’m seeing these things because they’re going to be my fault? What if the rest of the Council finds out and they banish me?” Theo’s knuckles turned white as he clenched the sleeves of his robes. “Whoever they are, I feel their deaths, Anakin.” He turned his eyes back up towards the city. Windows lit up one by one across the skyline as the sun kissed the horizon.

“That won’t happen.” Anakin clenched his jaw. Faith. One of the many things Theo decided that he liked about Obi-Wan’s apprentice. Anakin Skywalker had unwavering faith in his friends. A strength, and a weakness. The duality of man.

“I hope you’re right.” He sighed, resting his chin on his forearms. 

“I am, I can feel it.” Anakin gently elbowed Theo’s rib cage, earning him a tender smile.

“Thank you.” Almost halfway down, the sun’s rays painted the sky scarlet and orange and illuminated the hall in a stronger, more fiery glow. Speeders began switching into night mode, becoming luminous streaks of red and white. Theo almost thought it was beautiful. But that would be a little too ironic. It was nearly five whole years ago he had been an orphan living hand to mouth with his Mandalorian comrade. Now, he was housed and taught at the Jedi Temple. Now, he was the cherished apprentice of Plo Koon, one of the Order’s most esteemed Jedi Masters. What if this isn’t what I’m meant for? What if I don’t belong here? What if I’m a failure? Theo quickly pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. There is no emotion, there is peace. Fear and doubt were not becoming of a Jedi, and certainly weren’t endorsed by the Code. A pleasant tingling sensation crept up the base of his skull. Oh! He jolted, standing up taller as he whipped around to greet the all-too familiar presence. “Master!”

“Koh-to-ya, little Theo, Skywalker,” Master Plo cheerfully greeted them. “Padawan, tomorrow we have a mission. There have been threats concerning the life of Senator Organa of Alderaan. It will be our job to escort him back to Coruscant in time to vote on the Galactic Rights Bill.” 

“Very well, Master!” Theo was elated. It had been over a month since he had left the Temple, and it took every iota of his self-control not to cheer in victory.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a second, should you even be going on missions? You’re recovering from surgery!” Anakin pointed an accusatory finger at Theo, who recoiled in mock offense.

“Excuse you but I was cleared for low-risk missions by the surgeon this morning, it’s been four and a half weeks, and I’ve kept up with the bacta treatments. I just have to be careful!” Theo gingerly patted his chest. “Besides, I’m sure my Master wouldn’t take me along if he thought I was at risk.” 

“Indeed, young one. Skywalker, your concern for my apprentice is appreciated, yet perhaps it is misplaced here.” Plo placed his hand on Theo’s shoulder.

“Apologies, Master Plo. I didn’t mean to suggest that you would purposefully put him in danger.” Anakin cringed, he had just made a grave mistake. Had the Temple gotten warmer? Or was he simply wearing one layer too many? 

“Hm...I wonder, do you question Master Kenobi’s intentions like this?” Amusement seeped its way into Plo’s voice, and Anakin was too nervous to sense it.

“N-no, Master!”

“Then why would you assume mine to be of any difference?”

“I don’t! I promise! I was just worried about Theo’s recovery, it had nothing to do with your choices as his Master.” Anakin desperately wanted to disappear into the floor.

“My choices? Do you have any suggestions for me on how to train my padawan, Skywalker? Do you believe I am incompetent?” 

“That’s not it, I-”

“Master, please. Leave Anakin alone.” Theo chastised. “He’s kidding, Anakin.”

“Oh! I see...” Anakin’s cheeks burned as he forced a laugh.

“Please forgive me Skywalker, that wasn’t very kind of me,” Plo chuckled, “I truly do admire your care for little Theo’s safety, however, may I offer you some guidance?”

“Of course Master Plo.” 

“Your desire to protect others is very strong, and you should trust your instincts,” Plo’s voice dropped, “but be careful not to let them control you.”

“Thank you. I will keep this in mind.” Anakin reminded himself to breathe.

“Theo, we are scheduled to leave at 0530, so please be ready and in the hangar by 0500.” Plo gave a final pat to his padawan’s shoulder before leaving as silently as he had arrived.

“I should pack, early morning and all. I’ll see you later, Anakin!” Theo practically bounced down the hall, leaving his flabbergasted friend to shout a farewell in his wake. The Galactic Rights Bill...What was that again? Theo mumbled to himself as he walked. Galactic Rights Bill...Galactic Rights Bill...I’ll ask Master Plo tomorrow. By the time he reached his quarters, the sun had completely set, leaving only the dim lamps that lined the ceiling to light the dormitory hall. The door hadn’t quite finished opening when Theo zoomed inside, nearly tripping over himself. He closed the door behind him and stood for a moment, before switching on the lights. The padawan raked his hands through his hair, attempting to recall what task had caused him to enter his room in such urgency. I needed...to pack! He reached for his pack before pausing again. Actually, no. I don’t need a lot. It’s not a long mission. Theo sighed, and collapsed onto his futon. He reached up to his neck, fingers ghosting over his braid before pinching the necklace beneath his robes to pull it out. His thumb brushed across the surface of the pendant as he allowed himself a moment to reflect. To feel. The Mythosaur skull stared back, empty, and taunting. He frowned. Jango. What would Jango think of him now? Would he be proud? Resentful? Would Jango have missed him at all? That was a stupid question. Of course he would’ve. Jango was a good man. Kind, stubborn, brave, and honest. Theo snorted. Most of the time he was honest. Rather than continuing to wallow in his grief he tucked it and the pendant out of sight. Theo closed his eyes. There is no emotion, there is peace.

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“Can we get jelly-buns?” 

“No. Too much sugar.” Sunlight glinted off of shining beskar as the odd pair walked through the bustling market.

“Please, Jango?” Theo stretched out the ‘e’ sound, gazing up at the bounty hunter with impeccably fabricated innocence.

“We have food on the ship.” Immediate dissatisfaction. The boy scrunched his nose in disgust.

“I don’t wanna eat ration bars, they’re so dry.” 

“Fine. We’ll get a few on our way back to the ship.” Jango huffed, a small smile forming underneath his helmet. “Is there anything else you need before we leave? We won’t be stopping until we get back to the Core Worlds.”

“Nope! Just the jelly-buns.” Theo chirped. He planted his hands on the ground and launched himself into a mostly smooth cartwheel. His balance was off at the last second, making him stumble upon landing.

“Impressive, you’re getting better at those.” Jango mused. 

“Thanks. I’m still not as good as that lady we met yesterday though.” Theo launched himself into a second one.

“Aurra or Zam?” The Mandalorian allowed himself to get lost in thought as Theo made a better, near-perfect landing.

“Zam. Aurra’s the scary one.”

“Mm.” Jango slipped over to a stand to pick up a box of the coveted round pastries. He placed a handful of credits on the counter, and waved away the pirate’s offer of change.

“We don’t ever have to see Aurra again do we?”

“Not often. Only when the situation calls for it.” He tossed a jelly-bun to Theo, who mouthed a ‘thank you.’ The pastry was gone in less than a minute. “I have something else for you.”

“What is it?” Theo asked, bouncing on his toes in excitement.

“You’ll see, I’ll give it to you on...the ship.” Jango trailed off. Not a moment passed before he drew his blaster, the box of jelly-buns discarded and forgotten on the ground. Running towards the boy, he yelled. “Get down!” Theo didn’t have time to react as fire engulfed him and the market.

“Jango!” He was gone. “Jango!” Theo cried out again, but to no avail. All he could feel was heat, all he could see was white, and all he could hear was the roar of fire. It was over, and it was silent. But then it wasn’t. Falling, screams of betrayal, silence. Blaster shots, confusion, silence. An engine exploding, fear, silence. The glow of a lightsaber, cries of grief, silence. Anger, heartbreak, silence. All Theo felt was agony, crushing and absolute. All Theo felt was death.

He snapped upright, gasping for air. He pressed his hands to his cheeks. Theo was alive, and much to his relief, not on fire. It’s okay. It’s just the premonitions. That’s not how the job ended. We got on the ship, he gave me the necklace, we left. It’s just the premonitions. It’s just the premonitions. It’s just the premonitions...I need to tell Master Plo.

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Second Chances (Chapter One)

A force-sensitive boy from the lower levels of Coruscant has been discovered by two Jedi, who are now taking him to the Temple in order to seek the Council’s guidance regarding his future.

warnings: mentions of death, implied abandonment & homelessness

word count: 2.2k

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[kriffani]

Second Chances (Chapter One)

A force-sensitive boy from the lower levels of Coruscant has been discovered by two Jedi, who are now taking him to the Temple in order to seek the Council’s guidance regarding his future.

warnings: mentions of death, implied abandonment & homelessness

word count: 2.2k

How did I get here? He thought. The boy felt cold. So, so cold. What’s going to happen to me? He looked at the Jedi next to him. To his right sat a kind-looking man who spoke softly and all but radiated light. On his left, a very tall Kel-Dor with a graceful tone and benevolent disposition. Wind whipped through his hair as the three of them sat in a speeder on their way to...where again?

“Are you alright, little one?” The Jedi on his right placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know. I’m cold.” He mumbled. Where is my friend?

“Here, this might warm you up a bit.” The man draped his robe over the child. The boy felt the Jedi’s curious stare linger. He said he would be back for me.

“Thank you.” He murmured. This is nice. He let himself sink into the warm fabric. “How much longer?” 

“We’re almost there.” The other Jedi announced. The Kel-Dor stretched a finger towards an old building that stood apart from the space-scrapers of the upper levels. If you squinted, the five towers on top almost looked like the factory chimneys from the industrial districts. 

“It’s huge.” The boy gazed in awe at the ever-nearing structure, gaining a chuckle from the Jedi on his right. He took a deep breath--only realizing how massive it really was as they approached the landing pad. The boy wiggled out of the robe, handing it back before hopping out of the speeder. As the two Jedi led him through the halls of the Temple, tall marble pillars led his eyes to ornate arched ceilings. So cool. He didn’t feel his mouth part, and he didn’t care to look down as his feet attempted to stray him from his path. The Kel-Dor smiled as he noticed this, and gently placed a hand on the nape of the child’s neck to keep him on course. He nearly snapped his mouth shut, eyes meeting his toes as a timid blush rose to his cheeks. Hesitation bubbled in his stomach as the trio approached a set of double doors. It must have been obvious, because the Jedi stopped before reaching their destination. What am I doing here?

“Is something wrong?” The soft-looking Jedi knelt down to the boy’s level.

“What’s going to happen to me in there?” The waver in his voice betrayed his desire to appear confident. 

“We’re just going to introduce you to the rest of the council, and see what we can do to help you. You’ve already met Master Plo, and he’s nice, right?” The boy nodded. “The rest of them are nice too, and we won’t let anything happen to you. I promise. I’ll be right behind you.” The man smiled, holding out his hand. The boy took it, heart thudding. He’ll be right behind me...The Council chambers weren’t as intimidating as he had imagined--although he wasn’t sure what he had pictured to begin with. The circular room felt odd. It wasn’t a big room, but the large windows that surrounded it gave it the illusion of being so. Chairs lined the room facing in, all of which were occupied by a Jedi. The man holding his hand gave it a small squeeze, and directed him to face a small elderly Jedi. The boy scanned the room and to his relief saw Master Plo, who gave him a slight lift of his hand in acknowledgement.    

“Alright young one, listen closely. From the right, there’s Master Plo, Master Windu, Master Yoda, Master Mundi, Master Tiin, Master Yaddle, Master Piell, Master Rancisis, Master Gallia, Master Yarael, Master Koth, and Master Billaba.” Each gave a respective nod as they were introduced.

“What is your name?” Master Windu asked.

“Uh...T-theo.” It was barely a whisper. He swallowed, “Theo.” Another squeeze of the hand. Why can’t I talk?

“How old are you?” Mace tilted his head.

“Eleven.”

“Where from, are you?” Yoda pointed to Theo’s chest.

“The lower levels.”

“A last name, do you have?” “N-no.” I don’t remember.

“Obi-Wan. Brought this child, why have you? Family, he must have.”

“Two reasons, Master. Firstly, due to his midi-chlorian count and his astonishing abilities I believe him to be Force-sensitive. Secondly, as far as I am aware he doesn’t have family at all. We found him wh-” Obi-Wan was stopped suddenly as Master Windu raised his hand.

“If neither of you mind, I’d like to hear this story from the boy himself.” Theo looked into Master Windu’s eyes, and immediately sensed what felt like...scrutiny? No...it was most like attentiveness, vigilance.

“As you wish, Master.” Obi-Wan’s voice almost shrank. He moved his hands to Theo’s shoulders. “Go on, young one.”

“I-I never had a dad--and my mom’s..” he swallowed, “dead. I was alone for a while, until my mom’s friend started taking care of me. He left on a job over a week ago, I don’t know where he is.” Theo deflated.

“What is the name of your mother’s friend?” Master Plo asked.

“Jango Fett.”

“You said you don’t know where he is, that’s okay. Can you contact him?” Master Windu raised an eyebrow.

“No. When he left he said it wouldn’t be for more than two days, and…” Theo’s chest grew heavy. It’s been way longer than that.

“You don’t need to say anything else.” Plo’s voice was soft.

“He...he was the only home I’ve had since mom…” Tears welled in his eyes, but Theo refused to let them fall. 

“If I may, I believe I mentioned that Theo is almost certainly Force-sensitive. I would like to propose that we take him in to live here, and to possibly have him trained as well.” Obi-Wan rubbed his thumbs against Theo’s back in an effort to comfort him. Theo’s eyes went wide. What? Why? What did I do for this? 

“A bold proposal, Master Kenobi.” Yoda crossed his hands over the head of his staff.

“Bring Theo to wait outside the Council Chambers, we will discuss this here.” Mace gestured to the door. “And young one, whatever is decided, we won’t abandon you.” 

“Thank you Master Windu, and everyone.” Theo felt Obi-Wan tug on his shoulders. Once they had stepped outside, Obi-Wan knelt down again. 

“Wait here, I will come and get you when it’s time.” He placed a careful hand on Theo’s cheek. “Don’t worry, I made you a promise that we wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and I intend to keep it. I shouldn’t be too long.” He patted Theo’s head gently, before turning to walk back inside. Theo leaned against the wall as his heart and body sank to the floor. His whole future was in the Council’s hands. What if they say no? What if they say no? What if they say no? What if- He put his head in his hands, so numb with dread it was impossible to cry. After what felt like hours, probably only a few minutes, a pair of boots stopped to mirror his own.

“Who are you?” Another boy stood over him. 

“My name is Theo. I’m waiting for Master Obi-Wan and Master Plo.”

“Oh! My name is Anakin. I’m Obi-Wan’s padawan, so let’s wait together.” Anakin plopped down on the floor next to him. Sitting down, he looked to be only about two years older than Theo. “D’you know what they’re talking about in there? It seems kinda long for a mission debrief.”

“They’re talking about me. Master Obi-Wan said something about me being ‘Force-sensitive.’ I don’t know what that means. He asked the council if I could stay here, and then Master Windu told me to wait outside, and-” Theo began to panic. “And I don’t know if they’re going to let me stay, or if they even like me. I don’t have anywhere else. I don’t have anyone else. Not anymore.” Theo’s voice weakened, throat clenching.

“You know, I was in your situation a few years ago. I came to the Temple after Obi-Wan and Master Qui-Gon freed me from the Hutts on Tatooine. The Council didn’t want to let me train at first because I was ‘too old’ or whatever,” Anakin made a face, “but they did. I think I’m turning out okay, and I think they’ll let you train too. If they don’t, they’ll have to answer to me!” He wrapped his arm around Theo’s shoulder. “Obi-Wan promised you, didn’t he? That’s the type of person he is. Have faith in him.” Anakin flashed a smile, one that Theo was mostly able to return.

“Thank you. I’m glad I met you, I hope we get to be friends.” 

“Me too! Hey, you can do Force stuff right? Have you ever tried to stand on the ceiling?”

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“He is too old.” Master Windu crossed his arms. “Besides, we don’t even know who this ‘Jango Fett’ is, we have no idea what kind of child we would be letting loose in the Temple. And what are these ‘astonishing abilities’ you mentioned?” Maker, Obi-Wan wanted to scream. He’s just a boy. He's just a boy! Give him a chance!

“Theo has the dexterity, speed, balance, and perception of an educated youngling, so similar to one of our own that he may as well be from the Temple. And he’s a good boy, I can sense it! He’s just...been given a terrible hand to start life with.” Obi-Wan sighed, “He also claims to have what sound eerily similar to premonitions. I fear what could happen to him if someone else finds him--if a Sith finds him. Maker knows what kind of fate would await him then!”

“Master Windu, isn’t the age argument the same one you made against young Skywalker? His training seems to be going well. I don’t see why Theo shouldn’t be given the same opportunity.” Plo suggested.

“Master Plo is right, Anakin has made excellent progress since beginning his apprenticeship.” Ki-Adi glanced to Obi-Wan, “Am I correct?”

“Yes, Master. Anakin continues to improve daily.” Obi-Wan felt his confidence lift. “One could argue he’s less of a wildcard than I was at his age.”

“Agree with Obi-Wan, I do. Apprehensive, we all were at the arrival of young Skywalker.” Yoda nodded in encouragement.

“Why don’t we have little Theo learn alongside the other younglings for a year? If he possesses the potential to undergo his apprenticeship, I will take him as my padawan learner.” Plo offered. “If he doesn’t we can still find a place for him.” 

“I admit I was quick to reject the idea. This concept will be new to the Temple, seeing as Theo is a whole two years older than Anakin was. My apologies for being a bit curt, Master Kenobi.” Mace bowed his head, before turning back to Plo, “I do see that this plan could work very well. If the rest of the council agrees, that is.”

“Plo, haven’t you said that you were done taking on padawan learners?” Master Rancisis raised a hand to his chin.

“I thought I was. However, little Theo deserves the chance to learn, regardless of any ‘complications’ his age or past may bring. I feel that this is the will of the Force, and that Master Kenobi and I were led to him for a reason.”

“It is the right thing to do, to take in a child in need.” Rancisis concluded, appearing satisfied with Plo’s answer.

“If this is the route to be taken, I don’t want to tell him too much. For now, he only needs to know that he will be learning here.” Plo looked to the other members. “Are we all in agreement?”

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The door opened with a whoosh. Theo whipped his head around, wide-eyed and rosy cheeked. Obi-Wan furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth before immediately closing it. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, then let go and ruefully turned his gaze upward.

“Good morning, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s face was unreadable as Anakin landed gracelessly onto the carpet. “Theo, come inside. The Council has made a decision.” 

“Oh! Okay. I’ll see you in a bit Anakin.” Theo bounced up, dusting his hands on his pants.

“See you.” The barely-covered distress on Obi-Wan’s face made Anakin giggle. “Remember what I told you, have faith!” Anakin shot a briefly reciprocated thumbs-up. After the door closed, he blew a raspberry and collapsed onto the floor. May the Force be with you, Theo.

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Theo stood rigidly next to Obi-Wan, yet again facing Master Yoda.

“Young one! Reached an agreement, we have.” They don’t want me.

“Theo, as of today, you are a Jedi youngling. You will receive formal education of the Force and go through the same training as other younglings.” Plo clasped his hands together. “When the meeting is adjourned, I will show you around the Temple and get you situated with a room, if you would like to stay, that is.” 

“I...Yes! Yes, thank you! Thank you so much.” Theo beamed at the Jedi. “I won’t let you down, Master Plo, I promise!” He looked up at Obi-Wan, who gave a knowing smile in return. I have a real home!

“I know you won’t, little one.” Plo was confident in his decision. “I’m sure he will do well.” He looked to Obi-Wan, who hummed in acknowledgement. Plo watched the boy nearly trip over himself running to thank the other Council members before practically sprinting to meet him by the door.

“Ready to go, Master Plo?”

[kriffani]

if you’re lgbt, read fanfiction, and like tcw, i might have something for you

(6.3.20)

after the recent comeback of tcw and after re-watching most of the series, i’ve come to the grand conclusion that i’m fucking sad. to make myself feel better i’m writing a fix-it fic, because some of my favorite characters weren’t done justice, and i have a few alternate takes.

this fic will be: happy, angsty, and many things in between. this fic will not be: straight (or cis). and that’s on being lgbt and not seeing any canon lgbt characters in tcw. 

the main character is a trans man! there is a gay romance! if you don’t wanna read a star wars fic with this kind of content, then keep on scrollin’

the first chapter of the fic will take place in 28 BBY. four years after the phantom menace, and six years before attack of the clones. the fic will follow a relatively loose timeline through many events from tcw and the prequels. i will do my best to tag warnings appropriately at the top of each part. if you see that it’s missing tags/not tagged properly, please let me know. i’ll post the first chapter soon, and my ask box is open for any questions! 

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update (6.5.20) 

chapter one has been posted here!

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