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i think a lot abt the fact that ahsoka tano came to age during the clone wars, this last great struggle between what she viewed as good and evil. she looked at the whole of the republic — every planet, torn and lost — and thought, “take my hand and we’ll figure this out together. we’ll make things better together. i’ll learn from you, and you from me.” she wanted to fight, to be a defender and crusader; she thrived on the strict purpose and doing what had to be done. but the longer the war went on and the further the jedi fell into the role they had crafted for themselves, the more she realized the actual struggle between good and evil was not separatist versus republic. of course, it wasn’t ! it was what the jedi had done versus what they were still willing to do in the name of war. 

she came to age under these pressures of uncertainty and this fracturing of jedi beliefs. she fell victim to it. she walked away from it. ahsoka believed so hard in this great force; she believed in it so much that she saw the jedi as the personification of it. and when that image cracked…….. it was like she could suddenly See where this path was taking them, and it was the dark side — not a love of pain and a joy of suffering, but suspicion and dehumanizing people and fear fear fear. ( this is something the jedi teaches, that this is the dark side too, but they were blind to its presence all the same. ) and for the first time, she had to say “let me figure things out for myself.” in walking away from the order, ahsoka did the most traditional jedi thing she could have!!!!!! she put aside her own feelings in the face of something greater!!!! and that in itself became a form of rebellion against them! ah i love her……. my daughter………

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it has been Nine Yrs............. 

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SABINE:

            “you say that like i’m not.” it was a cursory statement, though, more show than feeling, and sabine picked through the panel’s wires with the sort of confidence that came from doing this exact exercise for the fun of it. “you might want to get ready,” she cautioned, plucking a tool from the kit on her belt to try to coax the lock open, “i don’t know what’s on the other side.”

     “you say that like i’m not,” ahsoka repeated, but her stance was battle-ready, her form perfect. ( all of those training sessions from her days as a padawan still paid off, as much a part of her as the blood in her veins. ) the door was beginning to give, and she took a deep breath. “get behind me.” 

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i just realized my phone autocorrected ahsoka tano to ahsoka TANK........ and honestly....... she would be so happy w that nickname

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DARTH TALON:

“ ————– it will not be much of a fight.” 

 fragments fall away ————- revealing ….. regret. her eyes wear as much sorrow as they do hate . she did not wish to see her kin , her SISTERS in arms , fall to her blade . it was always the worst , twi’lek feeling the pierce of her saber , the call of her force strength . 

“ LEAVE . or I will kill you .” her voice is thick, and gaze turned towards the ground, shredded by wind kicked up , as the storm of their clashing powers settles in . 

     “you’re right --- so i’ll try to go easy on you!” an old arrogance slipped through her mouth, but for as quickly as it appeared, she noticed the flicker of something else, something unexpected, in the other. it was easy to slip into the role of SOLDIER ( for yes, she had been one for so long, even though her title had been knight instead ), but it was far harder to remember that the one she faced had a heart like hers. it was a burden to see. 

     the very air around them was heavy with POWER, but ahsoka lowered her saber, if only an inch. “you know i can’t leave.” a pause. “turn yourself in. you’ll be shown mercy, of that i promise.”  

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BARRISS:

 OFFERING HER COMPANION A GENTLE, kind smile, Barriss self-indulgently allowed her hand to settle atop Ahsoka’s, her fingers gently squeezing hers, replying with a soft confirmation of: “You, me, and Artooie. Another day.” And what a promise it was! 

Despite the fact that her bright gaze returned to scan the textbook before her, Barriss’s hand did not move from its place. 

And although she seemed to silently promise to herself that she would get SOME homework done, once again the ambitious girl found her mind wandering back to Ahsoka’s side. Focus, focus! She seemed to silently plead to herself, but the history of the Industrial Revolution just wasn’t clicking. So once more, Barriss turned to the other, pausing before asking: “It’s rather… stuffy in here. Want to go across the street for some food?” Based on the desperate-yet-humored look in her eyes, she seemed more to be saying please, please can we go? This isn’t working!

     “i was hoping you would ask!” ahsoka did not need to be asked twice. she stood abruptly from her seat, hand firmly holding onto barriss’s own still, and began tugging the other girl from the room. the call of food would always be stronger than the call of some boring textbook written by some boring man twenty years ago. “was it batting my eyes that did it?” a grin, all mischief and trouble. “where’d you have in mind? there’s a diner two towns over --- it might be connected to a rollerskating rink, but you didn’t hear that from me.” 

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TIDREEN:

          Something whimsical exuded from the other woman, nothing that was NORMAL —- yet it was more SPECTACULAR. It felt dreamlike, to be told one was just like the legendary warriors which were wiped out so quickly and brutally. The ancient guardians of justice and LIGHT — things that made young Tidreen go into the fields with a lengthy stick and play her game of pretend —- the very action that earned her the scars dotted over her eye. There’s a perk at her lips, an innocent excitement that filled her — how immature. How could be be so excited for the thrill of DANGER? “ ————– What am I supposed to do? Just know this and go on living casually here? If I can stop what they’re doing to my HOME, I want to HELP.” Breathe, pause, and regroup. “You can help me help us, right?”

     and there was the truest mark of THE JEDI: that burning desire to help, that knowledge that there would be no turning away from such a call. how young the girl appeared in that moment! ahsoka would have thought her naive to the act of war if it wasn’t for the empire’s growing control of the galaxy --- no one was naive to war these days. ( and ahsoka could still remember what it was to be filled with such youth. ) “you don’t need to make a decision now,” she answered. could she do this again --- teach a group of rebels? “i don’t think i’m the right one to train you, but...i can show you how to SURVIVE.” 

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HELLO I WILL P MUCH JUST BE HERE ON WEEKENDS AND IT’S THE WEEKEND SO............. 

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honestly if u look at how obi and anakin bicker, u can understand how ahsoka is in her later relationships 1000000000% more

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SAVAGE:

 THE ZABRAK LOOKED AT THE YOUNGER with an expression akin to ANNOYANCE when she began her tale: the deep waves of pain he was experiencing was making it all too difficult to FOCUS on anything other than keeping the pounding agony at bay. Yet he continued to LIMP ONWARDS, slowly but surely, through the distance, his brow FURROWED in concentration. He could not help but listen. It was what he was made to do.

“…Yes.” Savage answered. In the village of the Nightsisters, which was horrifyingly STEEPED in the dark side, Savage had seen rituals of that sort, the healing kind: had seen them mending Maul’s very MIND, repairing his prosthetics, saving his life. It was what he was trying to replicate now in regards to his leg, the calling on of all of the PAIN and ANGER and FRUSTRATION to put it to work in the healing process. Yet he was ever the SLOPPY, BRUTISH NOVICE in terms of the Force: he could barely find it in him to utilize it when FIGHTING, much less in something that took patience like THIS. 

After a moment of silence, Savage murmured, “… It is how my brother was able to survive. It takes strength.” Little one, did the Jedi ever tell you the story of the way one of your masters cut him in half and pushed him quite literally over the edge? Savage’s mind sometimes REELED trying to imagine what all of those years were like for Maul, living alone and dying every day and having NOTHING but hate and desperation. 

Savage did not have such a base, such a strong reliance and NEED FOR the Dark Side. He was created to call upon it; it was nothing more & nothing less than that. As they walked on, Savage felt a particularly strong PANG shoot through his leg as fiercely as Dooku’s lightning & abruptly let go of Ahsoka, falling to sit on a nearby boulder. He was unable to stop the PAINED EXPRESSION that twisted his ghoulish features as he clutched his leg. “Need to stop,” he hissed through gritted teeth, desperately trying to gather the shattered pieces of his composure through the Force. It might be a while, Padawan. 

     despite his answer, she could not imagine it --- how could the side of the force that depended on so much pain, so much suffering, so much complete and righteous rage be used to REPAIR and fix and save? surely, he was lying; surely, there was something else at play. but she looked at him --- at the focus and frustration on his face --- and could not imagine him lying about something so simple. there was DARKNESS there, resting between his skin and bone, but there was no manipulation. not like his brother ( there was a hiss to the word, even in her thoughts ). not like maul. 

     she remained standing as he collapsed to a seat nearby, tapping her foot with impatience. there wasn’t time for this, and the longer they waited, the more his words echoed in her thoughts. MY BROTHER, MY BROTHER, MY BROTHER. why were those two words so cruel in their simplicity? she saw maul as darkness incarnate; she saw savage as the shadows bent from that darkness. she did not like to think of them as a family, as carrying the same bond as those like master kenobi and master skywalker.

    and of course, she could not keep her mouth shut. “we all know the story of obi-wan kenobi and darth maul’s fight --- how he lost...” it was A LEGEND, one worthy of retelling after retelling. how must he see it? “how can you call someone LIKE HIM your brother?”

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OBI-WAN:

                                                              HE FROWNS;  he seriously doubts that Anakin is in need of rescuing - more likely, he simply decided to do something reckless & didn’t want to be accountable to his former Master & his Padawan.    He will be the death of me, I am certain,   Obi-Wan thinks with a rueful glance to their surroundings.   ‘I’m sure we will. Come along, Ahsoka.’

     Purplish trunks shoot up around them, while pale orange leaves that seem to burst into the air form a hold-ridden canopy. Shadow & light play upon their bodies as they move quietly through the underbrush. He glances over at her, & smiles encouragingly.

     ‘You’re doing well, young one,’   his arm flies up to block a branch that begins to hurtle towards his face - he pushes it aside as they keep moving, treading quietly, stepping swiftly.   ‘Master Yoda and Master Windu have told me that they are pleased with your progress. I know it is difficult – this is hardly what my own apprenticeship was like, or even Anakin’s for that matter, but —-’   another branch   ‘—– you’re handling it admirably.’

     it was hard to recognize this as a WAR ZONE --- it felt like training on a larger scale as her steps fell beside master kenobi. ahsoka still carried the pride of youth with her, and the smile on her face was one filled with longing for action. this is what the war did to padawans! how many from her home world had seen the sites she did? she was nearly overwhelmed with the colors around her, but always her focus returned to one thing: the lightsaber in her hand, the fight ahead of them, battle, battle, battle. 

     “thank you, master,” she answered. “i have great teachers.” she could imagine no other apprenticeship, no other LIFE outside of this one. “i’ve wanted to be a jedi since i first saw master plo. it doesn’t matter that my path is different --- it’s MY PATH all the same. besides, we’re bringing peace to the galaxy! it’s a good thing.” 

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Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti - The House of Life (via cvpio-dissolvi)

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yoda did the bombing at the jedi temple and barriss offee was FRAMED

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