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passable-talent · 4 years ago

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*grabby hands* childhood Jedi training rival x anakin skywalker? 🥺🥺

you ever had a boy own your whole heart? I didn’t even realize how much I loved this man when I watched the prequels at 7 until I watched them again at 19- literally a gay awakening, twice. unprecidented.

also. I LIVED BITCH

Three years old, and you’ve never known anything other than the Jedi Temple. You’re learning words quickly- words like ‘up’, and ‘down’, and ‘Force’.

Five years old, and you’re told about how your parents sent you to Coruscant with pride, because you were force sensitive. They knew that someday, you were to be a Jedi.

Age seven. The time is drawing closer for you to become an initiate. You’re doing well in your classes, and you’re capable of some deep meditation, even if Master Yoda always comments that you’re too distracted.

Age nine, and there’s an eleventh added to your clan of younglings. His name is Anakin Skywalker, and he seems cool. He’s a bit old to start his training, but he’s part of your clan now, so everyone helps him study and catch up to the rest of the group.

You’re eleven years old. The initiate trials are only a few years away. Anakin is your best friend, even if you’d never admit it. He’s such a show-off, his force powers much stronger than anyone else in the unit, his marks on strategy exams are always outstanding, and he’s already a padawan, as he loves to remind you. But your politics are stronger, and when you practice with the wooden sabres, you beat him every time.

Thirteen, now. Next year, you’ll compete in the initiate trails, and if you succeed, the Apprentice Tournament. Anakin has started going on missions with Obi-Wan Kenobi, but he’s stopped teasing you about it, since he’s noticed how you redden with jealousy.

The initiate trails were a success. You’d gathered more skill in the force, though you still weren’t at Ani’s level, and passed the first trial. You had been gifted an orange kyber crystal by Master Mace Windu, and your lightsaber was distinct and brilliant. Finally, you had something to tease Anakin about- his blue blade was a common color.

For a year you trained with renewed fervor, having been moved from a youngling to an initiate. You were readying to participate in the Apprentice Tournament, where you would show off blade skills that Master Kit Fisto praised as being some of the best he’d seen from an initiate. Anakin helped you train, though he always offered with a throw-off statement such as ‘you’ll need all the help you can get’.

And if he didn’t cheat and use the Force, you certainly would’ve won more than you did.

Master Mace Windu had become an idol of yours, ever since he chose you to hand that kyber crystal to. If he didn’t mind the interruption, you would study with him, and he would guide your emotions, like your jealousy of Anakin and your angry determination, into Jedi strengths. He harbored the decision that he would take you as a padawan, as he hadn’t had one since Depa Billaba completed her trials, years ago.

He told himself that he’d take you as a padawan as soon as possible, but it seemed that you were intent on competing in the Apprentice Tournament, and he wouldn’t stop you.

Fourteen years old, and facing off against your class- and clan- mates in lightsaber duels, one by one. Your skills with the saber were unmatched by your peers. Certainly not by far, but you had a talent, a natural knack, and you quickly progressed through the bracket, until the final free-for-all. Anakin and Obi-Wan, you knew, were in the stands, just like Mace Windu. You needed only to win, or at least put up a fight, to impress them all.

Strategy was your ally, as the match started, as you did not charge headfirst into the battle. Your angry determination had turned to cool focus, picking out the best times to engage a fight and turn your opponent away. Soon enough, it was you and one other initiate- Lys Kysek. He was skilled, but you were better.

Cheers erupted when you won the duel, and you gave a humble bow, lifting Lys up to show respect to him. When you exited the Arena, you found the congratulations of your friends, and though Anakin looked impressed and happy for you, he maintained that things would’ve been different if he’d entered the tournament.

Seventeen years old- you’re a padawan to Master Mace Windu, and have been for three years. Anakin is most certainly the person you despise most in the world, and anyone who claims otherwise is clearly lying, kidding themselves. Don’t they see how you boast every time you beat him in a duel? Don’t they see the way you flush with anger whenever he bests you? What other explanation could there be for your sputtering whenever he sends you a cocky smile?

Yeah, yeah. You see, Jedi are forbidden to love. You wondered, though, if the Masters of Old would’ve written that rule if they’d seen how Anakin smiles.

At nineteen, you were knighted, having completed your trials. It was rushed, you knew that, but the Clone Wars had begun, and the galaxy needed Jedi Knights like never before. It was fine- Master Windu would do just fine without you. And besides, being a General in the Grand Amry of the Republic had its perks.

One being, of course, that you were able to chose to go on missions with your old friend, Anakin Skywalker.

He had his hands full, with his new padawan and all, so he was often grateful to have you at his side. Ahsoka, her personality not unlike a Florrumian fire cracker, seemed to reignite the rivalry between the two of you, going so far as to claim she wished that she had been your padawan, instead of Anakin.

Oh, how that made him boil.

Still, you would follow him into battle in a heartbeat. You’d protect him with your life, and of course, he would do the same. Together with his piloting and your sabre skills, you were unstoppable on missions. Ever so slowly, you forged a force connection.

It was like that of a padawan and master, but more balanced, like a true partnership. You could feel each other’s presence, location, and sometimes even emotion, when it was particularly strong. Anakin never spoke of it, and so you wondered if you were meant to hide it- maybe, it had happened because of the love you held for him as a teenager, and maybe still did. Jedi weren’t meant to grow attached to anyone, especially not the way that you had, and so you kept quiet, and just felt it when he stood beside you.

Anakin and Ahsoka had left for a mission that you weren’t meant to accompany them on. You stayed at the temple and completed the diplomatic communications you were known to be quite good at, content and confident that Anakin would return unscathed.

And then, you felt it.

In the middle of your meditation, when your body was open to the force, you felt the deepest, most raw pain you had ever felt in the depths of your stomach. It made you double over and nearly vomit, its pain so intense that you couldn’t move. It ebbed after a few moments, and on weakened legs you stumbled to your communication station.

Where pain had been only moments ago, you now felt fear settle. You had a connection with Anakin, and when you were meditating with the force, had felt horrible pain- the conclusion was obvious that Anakin was hurt. You tried first to reach him, but nothing went through. Then you tried for Ahsoka, who was equally unreachable. When you couldn’t reach Captain Rex you started to fear for the worst.

You ran to your old Master, finding him in discussion with another Jedi, who he waved away as he sensed your panic, and strife.

“What is it?”

“Anakin’s in trouble. I can’t reach him, and I think he’s hurt.” Mace turned to the nearby communication equipment and tried to reach Anakin’s unit, but gave you the side eye as he did so.

“How do you know he’s hurt if you can’t reach him?”

“Master, I- I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.” You conceded with a sigh, knowing that your master could see through you.

“Anakin and I- we have this bond, in the force. I don’t know how it happened. But it’s never been like this before- I’ve never felt his injury, and I’ve never felt him when he was so far away. I- I’m scared that he’s in real danger.” By this time, Mace had pulled up transmission with Obi-Wan, who quickly relayed the 501st’s last known meeting and location.

“Be careful,” Mace warned you, “what you’re describing sounds almost like a Dyad. It can’t be, we would’ve known by now, but if it’s this similar now, it could prove to be dangerous, later. Don’t let his pain keep you from his rescue.”

You hopped in a speeder and raced to the aid of your friends.

When you entered the atmosphere of the planet Anakin had said to have been lost upon, you tried to open your mind to the force- it was difficult, you had to admit, flying a speeder through Seperatist airspace, but you had to try. You let the force guide you to a different part of the planet, where you touched down and hid your ship amongst the foliage as best you could.

Once again you let the force guide you, sending you deep into the woods. You knew you must’ve been getting close when you began garnering fire, but instead of red droid blasters, you were avoiding instead blue fire.

So you ignited your saber and lifted it as a sign of peace.

As soon as the clones stopped firing, you rushed toward them, and found almost exactly what you feared. Ahsoka had tears running down her face, surrounded by a protection squad of clones, and Anakin was bleeding heavily from a droid blast in the center of his abdomen, right where you had felt the pain. You had taken time to get here- he was still alive, but had passed out either from the pain, or from blood loss.

“Master (Y/N), I don’t know what to do,” Ahsoka sobbed, and you feel to your knees opposite her, at Anakin’s side.

“Ahsoka, give me your hand,” you ordered her, and you pressed down her hand onto the left side of his wound, then moving your palm to its right. “Meditate with me. We’re going to give him some life force, to help him heal.” You’d tried this, once, long ago. When you were on a mission with your Master, and he’d received a similar wound. It was much smaller, and he’d been able to guide you through it. Today, you would be that guidance, for Ahsoka. And maybe, her Force powers and yours combined would be enough to heal him. “Visualize the Force, the Force all around us, within us. Visualize it traveling down your body, into your fingertips, into Anakin’s body. Visualize the energy flow being channeled by the two of us.”

Once you’d explained, you closed your eyes, and pictured it. The Force, to you, looked like golden light, compassion and kindness shimmering in the air all around you. Like a magnetic field it was drawn to Jedi, and in this instant you saw it pour downward through the funnel you created with Ahsoka into Anakin’s body.

He opened his eyes slowly, a small groan leaving his body.

“Hey, (Y/N). You made it after all.” Ahsoka called Master! and leapt forward to give him a hug, to which he laughed and hugged back, teasing that it would take more than a droid to kill him. You shook your head and sat back, narrowing your eyes.

“Skywalker, how many times am I going to have to hop in a speeder and race across the galaxy to make sure you don’t die?”

“Oh, just once more,” he shot back, that smirk back on his face, as though it had never left. “I don’t suppose you have a way off this planet?”

“You’re lucky I’m going to let you on my ship.”

As soon as Anakin opened communications on your speeder with Obi-Wan to report the successful, if nearly life-costing, mission, you let Captain Rex take the wheel, and went to the deck below to speak with Anakin in private.

“You felt it, didn’t you?” He asked, his hand over the scar that had formed from rapid healing. “When I got shot.”

“Yes,” you answered, eyes cast to the side.

“Why are we connected like this?”

“I don’t know. I think-“

“Is it because of how much I like you?” You lifted your head in surprise, and briefly felt an emotion you almost never felt from Anakin- vulnerability.

“You- you do?”

“I have since we were kids. I never told you, because I knew I wasn’t supposed to feel this way, and thought that since you were raised in the temple, you’d never feel the same.” His expression told you he was sensing the emotions that currently broiled in your heart. The nervousness, the surprise, but mostly the relief, relief that your love wasn’t unrequited, that you weren’t the only one, that you weren’t breaking the code alone.

“Anakin, I- I can’t believe this.” You took the two quick steps to him but stopped short of the hug he was expecting, briefly laying your fingers where his wound had been, where his robes were scorched. “I’m glad you’re not dead.” Anakin gave a little laugh.

“Yeah, me too.” You closed the distance and hugged him, tightly, closing your eyes and letting yourself feel as satisfaction and happiness bounced between the two of you. “I’m glad you were there when I woke up.” You snorted, pulling away, eyes narrowed playfully.

“Buddy, if I wasn’t there, you wouldn’t have woken up.” Instead of teasing back, as you had expected, Anakin took hold of your closer wrist, the playfulness only in his smirk.

“Then it’s a good thing you were there. If you hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have gotten to do this.” With his opposite hand he cupped your face, and slowly, he brought the two of you together.

Scattered across the galaxy, there were four people who felt it when the two of you kissed. Not because of the kiss itself, but because of the connection between two who were bound by the force, pulsating outward from a moment of satisfaction, devotion, happiness. Master Yoda, on a mission to Endor, who scowled, wondering how much harder it would become to control Anakin. Mace Windu, on Coruscant, who laughed, as though he expected such a feeling. Obi-Wan Kenobi, in a cruiser halfway ‘cross the galaxy, who merely shook his head. And, on the very same ship, Ahsoka Tano, who quietly received five Republic credits from Captain Rex, who’d lost their bet.

-🦌 Roe

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ct7567329 · 4 years ago

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Wounded: Jesse x Reader

It was just like every other mission. Prior to departure, the boys of the 501st awaited in their barracks for their next orders as the Jedi Generals were debriefed. This was typically a rowdy experience. Arm wresting, sneaking some liquor, listening to music, anything to get their minds off the reality of war that was just moments away. But unlike most times, Jesse found himself sitting on his bunk, leaning against the cold wall, lost in his thoughts.

"You've gotta let it go," Fives groaned, playfully pushing Jesse's shoulder with one hand, a bottle on whiskey in the other.

Jesse rolled his eyes and looked away from his tipsy brother, pretending he wasn't even there.

Fives handed the bottle to Hardcase, "Jesse look, (Y/N) is an amazing girl. But, she's a Jedi. She honors her code. There's so many wonderful girls out there. So many that aren't her. I hate telling you this, I really do, but sometimes, it hurts more to hold on."

Jesse gulped and bowed his head, "It's not that easy."

"You two have a special relationship. She says things to you that she's never said to any of us. You clearly mean a lot to her. I hope that's enough to make you happy," Fives sighed, "Hang in there."

Before Jesse could speak, Rex commanded all the men to the hangar. It was go time. They all filed into the main hangar awaiting the orders of you and Anakin. You both stood confidently in front of a hologram of the palace in Theed on Naboo. As you began the briefing of the mission, Jesse couldn't help but stare at you through his helmet. You sensed this but continued with the task at hand, pointing to the crucial palace entry ways.

Upon conclusion of the briefing, Fives nudged Jesse and whispered, "Did you even pick up on any of that or were you too busy gawking?". Jesse ignored the statement and made his way to the gunship with the rest of his group, which just so happened to include you.

You spent the majority of the ride sitting down, leaning against the corner, scrolling through miscellaneous battle information on a holopad. The rest of the men were sitting down as well, conversing with each other.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" you asked Jesse, who was sitting next to you.

"Never better," he muttered, biting his lower lip under his helmet.

You weren't buying it, "Well, if you need anything don't hesitate." You sprung up and got ready for landing, leaving Jesse alone with his thoughts.

"It looks like the seppies already started attacking," you announced, "stand by for arrival."

You definitely weren't wrong about that. The gunship doors opened to absolute hell. Shots going in all directions, countless droids, and a droid barrier in front of the palace entrance. Across the landing bay, it was obvious Anakin was distraught about the idea of his wife being stuck inside.

It didn't take long for the 501st to break through the blockade at the entrance, but it was only worse inside. You ordered a split off, with you, Jesse and a few others taking the west wing. You looked over your shoulder and only saw five men. This would never be enough. Your group pushed forward, leaving only seven destroyers to decimate before conquering the wing. One of your men knew what he had to do.

"For the 501st!" he screamed, throwing charges at the destroyers. Knowing how heavy the explosion would be, you fell to the ground and covered your ears. Unfortunately, you were the only one to think to do that. Once the charges exploded, you got up and looked around. All the men were knocked on the ground. Quickly, you approached each solider, ripping off their helmet and taking their pulse.

There were no survivors, until you got to Jesse. You held your breath as you removed his helmet and placed two fingers on his neck. A pulse was there, faint, but there. You picked him up and put him over your shoulder, thanking your Jedi training for providing you with extra upper body strength. Only a few floors up there was a suite which Senator Amidala always let you stay in when on Naboo. You found the nearest elevator and made your way up there, hoping to not run into any droids. To your luck, the elevator doors opened and your hope came true. You hastily made your way to the suite and let yourself in, laying Jesse's limp body on the bed.

Figuring he just had the wind knocked out of him, you began to remove his upper armor to relieve weight off his chest. Starting with his pauldron, and finishing with the gloves. Sighing, you looked at the beaten up ARC. His underlies were dark, heavy, evident of stress. You caressed his cheek, acknowledging how soft it was. Freshly shaved. He would eventually be okay.

"Vaabir nayc chaabar a kebi. Anay kebi Kelir cuyir jate," you softly hummed over and over again, watching his chest slowly rise and fall. You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and got off the bed, going to the refresher for a much needed shower.

Upon finishing your shower, you dressed in only undergarments and a short silk robe. It was the only things you could find that were suitable for you. You exited the refresher and went to towards the vanity, beginning to comb through your wet hair.

"General?"

You quickly turned around to see a confused Jesse staring at you.

"What happened?" he asked, shaking slightly. You threw your hair up into a low bun and sat on the edge of the bed.

"There was a pretty bad explosion. Lost everyone, except you. I figured I would bring you here. The Senator usually lends me this room while I'm on Naboo. Didn't want to see anything worse happen to you.

Jesse couldn't help but stare at your glowing skin, watching a single drop of water trail down you arm, "Thank you," he whispered, still in his trance.

"Would you like to freshen up?" you asked, "A warm shower might help you feel better."

He nodded and attempted to get out of the bed, grunting in pain. You rushed to his side and put your arm around his back, "Jesse?"

"I'm sorry General. Just some pain in my back. I've got this," he confirmed, trying to get up again.

"I'll leave some fresh clothes out for you, just holler if you need anything!" you smiled as he hobbled to the refresher.

The second the door locked, you sprung off the edge of the bed and rushed to the mirror. "oh maker," you said under your breath, looking at how disastrous you looked. With one swift motion you took the bun out and combed your hair straight, parting it perfectly in the middle. You dug through the drawers, trying to find anything to make you feel more confident. First, you found some mens clothing. You put the sweatpants and t shirt next to the refresher door then continued to search for something for yourself. All you could find was a perfume bottle, and dark blue lace under garments. Was this too revealing, absolutely, but it was better than what you had on. You changed and sprayed yourself a few times before sitting back down on the bed, turning something random on on the holovision. Patiently, you sat there and watched until Jesse was finished.

Not too long after you finished up, the water turned off and Jesse opened the door to grab the clothes. When he walked out of the refresher your eyes widened.

"Is something wrong General?" he asked nervously.

You stuttered, "No, but, well, we aren't on the battle field, you can call me (Y/N), but I've just never seen you in civilian clothes. It's so, so different."

Jesse stood there for a moment, silent. "Is that bad or-"

"Oh no. It's actually kind of nice," you interrupted him, "really nice."

Jesse was motionless, standing speechless. "Oh my bad!" you finally let out, getting off the bed and sitting on the nearby futon. "Take the bed, you need it!"

He looked down and walked towards the bed, laying down then sighing, "Do the rest of the men know where we are?"

"Yeah, I let Anakin know what happened and he knows you're here with me. Kix is a little overwhelmed with injuries right now."

"Good," he nodded, wincing in pain.

You noticed the wince and shot up, rushing to his side, "What hurts?"

"My side," he grunted, grabbing his ribs.

"Mind if I take a look?" you asked, pressing your lips together.

"Yeah, go a head," he nodded, taking off his shirt, then laying back down.

Your lips parted as you stared at his bare chest. His extra hours lifting at the gym were evident. You put your hand on his chest and dragged your fingers down to his stomach.

"Gene-(Y/N)?" he asked, confused with what you are doing.

You stopped in your tracks, "Oh right, yes, I am so sorry. I just. Yeah. Lemme take a look at that." Your cheeks flushed pink as you examined his side, realizing he definitely has a broken rib. As you were attending to his wounds, he couldn't help but stare at your robe, which was becoming loose, revealing a portion of cleavage. He swallowed hard, and began to breathe heavy. Jesse was in complete awe that this was actually happening.

"(Y/N)," he finally let out, causing you to direct your attention to his face.

You hummed in response. He tilted his head slightly, looking at you in silence.

"Yes, Jesse?" you whispered, inching closer to him.

His gaze was still locked on your eyes. Yours on his. Not even the loudest explosion in the would could break this.

"What are you thinking," you exhaled, moving closer to him yet again.

"Are you getting closer to me?"

"Perhaps."

"I think I want to k-"

"Me too."

His lips met yours with passion. Your lips fit perfectly upon his. As he deepened the kiss, you laid down on your side, moving your leg over his. His hand ran down your back, resting on your thigh that was thrown over his legs.

Jesse pulled away, looking at the beauty in front of him. He removed his hand from your thigh and placed it on your shoulder, which has been exposed by your robe being pulled down every so slightly.

"I've been wanting to tell you this since the moment I saw you, but, you are so, so, so, unbelievably stunning," he breathed, smiling at the vision of you.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this," you smiled back, kissing his chest softly.

With each small motion, your robe fell more and more off your shoulder, revealing much more than Jesse though he would ever see.

His stare of love became evident of agony, trying to prevent the urge of a growing heat between his legs.

You softly laughed and gave him another gentle kiss, "If it's bound to happen, let it happen." You removed the rest of your robe, exposing everything that wasn't covered by the lace.

Jesse could no longer hold it and cupped your cheek, passionately bringing you to his lips.

Though his physical wound may take a while to heal, his broken heart was officially mended.

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obiwanobi · 5 years ago

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same anon here who asked about the training bond! (your answer was so great by the way) another question for you! do you think anakin was the love of obi-wan’s life? i don’t doubt that obi-wan loved satine with his whole heart... but i think anakin’s betrayal broke his heart a thousands more than satine’s death ever could and he realized too late that anakin was it for him. what do you think? thanks for letting me ramble here :D

awh thanks! It’s always a bit stressful for me to answer because english is not my first language and I’m afraid that I’m not going to be very coherent because my grammar is not perfect, but I’m always happy to try anyway!

So, was Anakin the love of Obi-wan’s life? Once again my first instinct is to say YES 100% YES AND THIS IS WHY THEIR STORY IS SO TRAGIC. But I need to stay at least a bit objective, really think about it and try to prove my point.

One thing no one can deny is that Anakin was the most important person in Obi-wan’s life.

We see Obi-wan talking about how Jedi should behave towards others and restrain acting on their emotions, but we all know that his main struggle as a Jedi is his attachments too.

He almost left the Order for Satine, and I like the parallel it creates with Anakin and Padmé: you can see what might have happened if Padmé had chosen duty over Anakin, like Satine. The difference here is that Obi-Wan and Satine are not as…intense as Anakin and Padmé, and both knew that staying in the Order and ruling Mandalore was way more important for the galaxy than their love for each other. In a way, Obi-Wan made up his mind about her a long time ago and even if Satine’s death affected him a lot, he didn’t let his emotions get the better of him. He was even ready to talk about it later with Anakin (in tcw season 6) to help him open up about his relationship with Padmé.

And that’s what brings me to Anakin.

I think what makes Anakin so special is that Obi-Wan will always make him his priority. Sure, he will never say it, but his actions always speak for him. It’s actually understandable when you remember that Obi-Wan grew up alongside anakin, in a way. You can’t burden a padawan with a kid and tell him ‘so just to be clear, this is probably the chosen one, the one with a destiny greater than anyone and we know that you didn’t choose this but you have to raise him and make him the best jedi in the order to fulfill your master’s dying wish, no mistake allowed, good luck” and then not expect him to be just a little bit obsessed with giving his best to the kid. And that’s not going to stop once Anakin is knighted because at this point, Obi-Wan can’t stop caring and being proud of how well his padawan is doing. It’s almost like he dedicated his Jedi carrier to make Anakin what he is, and he clearly doesn’t regret it because it also made him a better man.

Obi-Wan could have chosen to stop there. Make Anakin the best Jedi he could, and forever stays the master that trained him, staying on good terms but now with more distance between them. Simple, clear Jedi-appropriate feelings between a Master who did his job and a new Jedi Knight.

Except. Obi-wan chose to be a close friend too.

I’m reading Wild Space again, and right after Geonosis Yoda tells Obi-Wan to not become friends with Anakin and stays a distant master, because that’s what Anakin needs. Obi-Wan’s reaction? “counter-offer: how about I DON��T do that and become his best friend instead” and then he goes to comfort anakin and holds him as he cries. Yes. I know. In the same chapter he actually tells Padmé that he loves him too. And that’s okay for a Jedi, they’re supposed to love! But the way he says it?

“If I did not… love…him,” he said, his voice unsteady, his back turned, “I would not be here now.”

Slowly, one word after the other. It seems so hard to get him to say it out loud and he doesn’t like it because he knows it’s too much. He knows it’s not just the typical ‘love everyone and everything equally’ type of feeling, it’s attachment. After Geonosis, he already knew he cared too much about Anakin. But he still chose to ignore Yoda’s advice and get even more involved in Anakin’s life.

If we’re only talking about canon, tcw and rots showed us that Obi-Wan and Anakin got along so well that they were an item during the war and everyone knew it: “Master Kenobi. Always chasing after Skywalker. How predictable.” or “Be wary. Where there is Kenobi you will always find Skywalker not far behind.” They’re literally the two best friends you never see apart and when they’re, surprisingly, alone for once, they can’t shut up about the other, they’re so annoying and I love it

Also, I’m pretty sure Obi-Wan would not be comfortable with everyone knowing how close he is with someone if it wasn’t Anakin. He even says it himself during the Rako Hardeen arc in tcw: “Everyone knows how close we are.” And if I remember correctly he’s saying that to Windu and Yoda and no one bats an eye, it’s amazing

Obi-Wan has so much faith in Anakin, he’s so loyal, it’s not even funny. Yes, he chastises Anakin, criticizes him, he’s a bit too harsh sometimes. But in front of other people? He is Anakin #1 supporter. If someone expresses even the slightest doubt about him, you can bet Obi-Wan’s going to go all ‘I would trust him with my LIFE, with THE ENTIRE GALAXY he’s the best Jedi and the greatest HOPE of this order!!!!!!” just like during the scene in rots where he’s talking to Yoda and Windu who are doubting Anakin (…with reasons) and the SECOND Windu says he doesn’t trust Anakin, Obi-Wan snapped because how. dare. you.

LOOK AT HIS FACE UUUGH ANAKIN WHY DID YOU BETRAY SUCH A MAN, SO READY TO ALWAYS JUMP TO YOUR DEFENSE?

Of course, of course we need to talk about the most heartbreaking moment in rots for me.

“He would see his friend, his student, his brother, turn and kneel in front of a black-cloaked Lord of the Sith. His head rang with a silent scream.

[…] Fumbling nervelessly, Obi-Wan somehow managed to shut down the holoscan. He leaned on the console, but his arms would not support him; they buckled and he twisted to the floor. He huddled against the console, blind with pain.Yoda was as sympathetic as the root of a wroshyr tree.“Warned, you were.“Obi-Wan said, “I should have let them shoot me…”

So yeah, his first reaction is ‘I would prefer to be dead than seeing this”. He’s not saying this after learning about the new sith lords around. Not even after seeing the dead younglings and an empty temple. No, he falls to his knees because of Anakin. And let’s not forget the “Don’t make me kill Anakin, he’s like my brother”. Because after all of this? Obi-Wan still doesn’t want to do it. But what he doesn’t realise is that it’s not a question of ‘don’t want to do it’, but ‘can’t do it’. He can’t kill Anakin, he’s not physically capable of doing it, because he loves him too much.

“Murderer. Traitor. Fallen Jedi. Lord of the Sith. And here, and now, despite it all…Obi-Wan still loved him.”

….so you know. I think it’s safe to say that Anakin is the only person that Obi-Wan can still love after this.

And like you said anon, no one could have broken his heart like Anakin did. The way he yells that he loved him on Mustafar? Pretty sure no one else can get this kind of reaction (and desperation) from him. Through some details of the books, series and movies, you can kind of guess that Obi-Wan knew he loved Anakin way more than what was appropriate for a Jedi, but he probably didn’t want to think too hard about it (No point in thinking about something you cannot change, right?).

I was going to end this by saying that it doesn’t really matter if we’re talking about platonic love or romantic love, because clearly, Anakin was the one he could never stop loving more than anyone. BUT THEN I remembered a scene from the Kenobi novel to soothe my obikin needs. The scene takes place after rots, and it’s… well:

“Are you telling me you’ve never had to deal with a real-life situation? Where you had to make a decision about someone else?”Finally seeming to sense her frustration, Ben looked away. “I’m human,” he said. “There was someone, once. It wasn’t to be.” “And you gave up and moved to the Jundland Wastes?” She laughed. “I’d say you didn’t find the right person.”“Perhaps I did,” Ben said, looking back at her from beneath his hood. “But I wasn’t the right person.”

I mean. I MEAN. WE KNOW IT’S ABOUT ANAKIN, RIGHT. It’s like he’s talking about his unrequited love that ended with a tragic heartbreak and that’s why he swore to himself to never fall in love again WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO WITH THIS NOW THAT I KNOW HIS LOVE FOR ANAKIN KEPT HURTING HIM UNTIL THE END

#I don't remember a lot of scenes from the books so I probably missed a lot of good examples #BUT STILL #I think Obi-Wan would have been content with growing old in the temple #the republic at peace #sharing a corellian brandy with Anakin while having the same argument they had for the past 20 years #and ending up making the younglings hope to never look like an old married couple like master kenobi and skywalker #unfortunately Anakin happened #and Obi-Wan suffered #obi wan kenobi #asks #anon #clem talks #Anonymous #long post #sw discussions

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padawanlost · 5 years ago

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What do you think would happen if Anakin did tell the Jedi about his nightmares? I know some like to believe that it would be a happy au and everyone stays alive but wouldn’t order 66 still be executed, with or without Anakin?

Anakin did tell the Jedi about his nightmares. The fact Anakin had visions, nightmares and trouble sleeping was common knowledge to those close to him. Obi-wan knew since he was kid and Anakin literary told Yoda about his premonitions.

But this morning, despite clearly having other things on his mind—even Anakin’s Force perceptions, far from the most subtle, had detected echoes of conflict and worry within the Master’s chamber—Yoda had simply offered Anakin a place on one of the softly rounded pod seats and suggested that they meditate together. He hadn’t even asked for details. Anakin had been so grateful—and so relieved, and so unexpectedly hopeful—that he’d found tears welling into his eyes, and some few minutes had been required for him to compose himself into proper Jedi serenity. After a time, Yoda’s eyes had slowly opened and the deep furrows on his ancient brow had deepened further. “Premonitions … premonitions … deep questions they are. Sense the future, once all Jedi could; now few alone have this skill. Visions … gifts from the Force, and curses. Signposts and snares. These visions of yours …” “They are of pain,” Anakin had said. “Of suffering.” He had barely been able to make himself add: “And death.” “In these troubled times, no surprise this is. Yourself you see, or someone you know?” Anakin had not trusted himself to answer. “Someone close to you?” Yoda had prompted gently. “Yes,” Anakin had replied, eyes turned away from Yoda’s too-wise stare. Let him think he was talking about Obi-Wan. It was close enough. Yoda’s voice was still gentle, and understanding. “The fear of loss is a path to the dark side, young one.” “I won’t let my visions come true, Master. I won’t.” “Rejoice for those who transform into the Force. Mourn them not. Miss them not.” “Then why do we fight at all, Master? Why save anybody?” “Speaking of anybody, we are not,” Yoda had said sternly. “Speaking of you, and your vision, and your fear, we are. The shadow of greed, attachment is. What you fear to lose, train yourself to release. Let go of fear, and loss cannot harm you.” Which was when Anakin had realized Yoda wasn’t going to be any help at all. The greatest sage of the Jedi Order had nothing better to offer him than more pious babble about Letting Things Pass Out Of His Life. Like he hadn’t heard that a million times already. [Matthew Stover. Revenge of the Sith]

Anakin’s dreams, nightmares and sleep problems were mostly ignore by his masters. This happened before with Shmi:

“But these are more than …” Anakin started to say, but he stopped and sighed and shook his head. “Are they dreams, or are they visions? Are they images of what has been, or do they tell of something that is yet to be?” “Or are they just dreams?” Obi-Wan said, his gentle smile showing through his scraggly beard. “Not every dream is a premonition, some vision, or some mystical connection. Some dreams are just … dreams, and even Jedi have dreams, young Padawan.” Anakin didn’t seem very satisfied with that. He just shook his head again. “Dreams pass in time,” Obi-Wan told him. [R.A. Salvatore. Attack of the Clones]

This is probably the result of the Order’s take on nightmares:

‘“Can you also control your nightmares?” Bultar’s eyes narrowed. Anakin sensed she was studying him the way she might study an especially difficult puzzle or perhaps a dangerous creature. Then calmly, as if to a child, she replied, “Jedi don’t have nightmares.” Anakin appeared to consider this, then said, “Of course.” “I’ll wait in the hall while you get cleaned up,” Bultar said. She turned away, and the door slid shut, leaving Anakin alone in the dark room. Anakin looked again to the mirror and stared hard at his reflection. He grimaced. “Jedi don’t have nightmares,” he muttered to himself. “Jedi… don’t… have… nightmares.”He wished it were true.’ ‘ Star Wars Adventures: The Hostage Princess by Ryder Windham

Jedi don’t have nightmares. That’s a lesson Anakin learned:

impetuous, aggravating and charming all at once. “You had a nightmare again last night,” she said quietly, when Anakin at last opened his blue eyes. “Jedi don’t have nightmares,” came the defiant reply. [R.A. Salvatore. Attack of the Clones]

Anakin telling the Jedi about his nightmares wouldn’t have done anything because he told the actual leader of the Order in canon and it ended terribly. The only person that maybe would’ve been able to understand or maybe comfort Anakin was Obi-wan. He’s the only who has ignored Anakin’s visions in the past and witnessed the pain it caused Anakin later. Sadly, when Anakin goes to find the conversation derails before he gets a chance to explain:

But now here was Obi-Wan—Obi-Wan would help him, Anakin knew he would—if only Anakin could figure out the right way to ask … While he was still hunting for words, Obi-Wan reached him. “You missed the report on the Outer Rim sieges.” “I—was held up,” Anakin said. “I have no excuse.” That, at least, was true. [Matthew Stover. Revenge of the Sith]

But, tbh, for Obi-wan to listen to Anakin and everyone get a happy ending so much would’ve to change too. Anakin’s relationship would’ve to be different because it’s clear he has a hard time talking to Obi-wan because the relationship is somewhat strained. And Palpatine’s actions would have to change because he knew Obi-wan had to be removed from the picture for him to turn Anakin. So, for Anakin to walk up to Obi-wan and confess everything we would have to change their relationship and Palpatine. that’s why I don’t believe that if Anakin had simply told Obi-wan everything would’ve been fix.

Anakin telling Obi-wan would give him confort but it would’ve changed Palpatine’s plans or the political climate of the moment. It wouln’t change the rest of the Council, the Senate, the war, the clone army or Order 66. So, yeah, Anakin sharing his nightmares would not guarantee anyone a happy ending.

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cassandras-nest · 4 years ago

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Brother.

this is , finally, the request @angelwars11 made me for my 500 celebration (took too long to write it, i know)

she asked for a Cody-Rex hurt/comfort - sick fic, but i have to be honest here, i never wrote or read a sick fic so i tried my way. I think i made the hurt/comfort trope justice a bit.

a major thank u to @deakysgurl for being so kind to be my beta in this, even if she’s not into Star Wars.

warnings: after Umbara arc, hint of sickness.

(didn’t remember if Cody is actually older than Rex so i made it my own way)

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If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

“No!”

Krell, Hardcase, all those men, Waxer... Not again, I'm not losing you all again, not again... Umbara again...not again, no!

Rex woke up screaming, drenched in sweat, his eyes wide open with fear... all images of Umbara's failure still in his head.

It was a nightmare, all those memories in his head again, memories of many brothers being killed, memories of his men who trusted him with their lives dying for an idiotic reason.

Just a nightmare, just a nightmare... he whispered trying to calm down, his heart still beating fast and his breathing irregular.

I need to calm down - easier said than done, he repeated quietly to himself.

It was far too early to get out of bed. But he was already awake and terrified that he would sleep again, afraid that the same nightmare might haunt him again or worse, that he would never wake up again.

After that disastrous campaign, after that fatal mistake, everyone suffered from nightmares. He was the one who suffered the most, not that he had told anything to anyone, not even to Cody, although he was probably the only one who would better understand right now. Something inside him broke forever, he wasn't the same. And maybe he never would have been.

He started to feel sick a few days later, but he didn't care. He blamed the lack of sleep and intense working hours, after all the war never rested, so why should he do that?

He didn't even care when he started to have a slight fever, it was all due to stress, he thought anew. Even though initially, Kix advised him that he should have stopped and started taking care of himself, he didn't listen.

“I am the Captain, I have duties“ He replied, almost annoyed, only to be reprimanded by the latter.

“You can't fulfill your duties if you die, captain” That was the harsh answer the medic gave him.

Unfortunately, he could not hold him against his will, so he had to let him go.

As expected, he started to feel worse the night before. Dizziness, excessive sweating, even vomiting a couple of times. In the morning he looked like someone who had been swallowed up by a feral hungry beast and spat out immediately afterwards. But still, he decided to carry on. He would have slept afterwards.

I have duties... He kept repeating himself.

Just outside his quarters, Cody was waiting for him. It wasn't unusual, he used to do it when they had a meeting together, but this time it was clearly different.

“Kix told me…” It was the first thing Cody said to him, and from the look on his face, he certainly wanted to know more...

“I'm fine, Cody. Trust me” He answered him quickly and started walking to the strategy room.

Cody looked at him for a moment, he looked like he was burning and had little drops of sweat on the sides of his head. No, he wasn't fine.

“You don't look good, Rex. Why didn't you come and talk to me?” Cody asked frankly while keeping up with his brother's pace.

“It's just stress. There's nothing to worry about. It would pass, as usual.” Rex tried to tone it down, forcing a smile.

“It's not like that. Kix told me you started having a fever days ago. Again, promise me you'll get some rest after this? Okay?” Cody pressed on.

“I am not a child, I know what I can do and what not” Rex replied visibly altered, stopping in his tracks and facing him.

He might be sick, but he didn't need his older brother to babysit him.

“Kriffin' hell, I'm worried about you…” Cody reacted.

He was damn worried about his brother, Rex was a little younger than him so he felt he had to be a good example, the burden of being the big brother was on him, he was his ori'vod afterall. But he also knew he couldn't force him to do anything, he'd always been damn stubborn.

“We'll talk about it later…” Rex concluded, entering the main room first, Cody followed him.

Only they didn't because Rex passed out in the middle of the discussion about the next battle strategy. He was delirious and trembling when Cody knelt before him, terrified to see his helpless brother.

Rex was frightened of who knows what and feverish as he tried to push away anyone who came near him, eyes closed and shallow breathing.

Obi-Wan and Anakin, also caught by surprise at first, did everything they could to help and took action immediately.

“Call Kix now!” Anakin barked at a nearby trooper as he knelt beside Cody, while Obi-Wan hurried out to get help too.

“What happened?” Anakin asked promptly to the Marshal Commander.

“I don't know much, Sir. All I know is it's been days, even Kix warned him to slow down, after Umbara... well, he hasn't slept much since” Cody said. True to his words, he didn't know much but he knew his brother was sick and he was absolutely sure of that, even though that di'kut didn't want to talk to him.

“Since then? Why didn't he come to me... or to you, to talk? Why do you have to be so stubborn? Huh, Rex?” Anakin answered, his last words almost whispered.

“I think, as far as I know, he didn't want to let you down, Sir, after the last mission he was sure it was partly his fault, so he thought he had to make it up to you, somehow.” Cody said while looking at his brother still unconscious on the floor.

Rex was shaking a little and while both Cody and Anakin were trying to take off the top of his armor to give him more room to breathe, they tried to reassure him even though maybe he couldn't hear them.

“I knew it” Kix groaned as he entered the room followed by Obi-Wan “I knew I had to tie him down to the bed two days ago” He added as he made his way over to the other two.

“Sir, Cody.” Kix said once he approached them “Nice thought taking his armor off, but now I need you two to help me take him to the medbay and probably tie him up for real this time” He continued, instructing them on what to do next.

Cody and Anakin went into action immediately, lifting Rex's body and promptly following Kix.

Once there, he was finally put on a cot and left in the capable hands of his medic.

“If I may, sir, I'd like to stay here until Rex wakes up.” Cody asked Anakin promptly, even though he wasn't his direct superior.

“Of course, you can, I'll inform Obi-Wan don't worry, but as soon as he wakes up, please let me know.” Anakin asked, visibly concerned.

“Will do, sir. Thank you, sir.” Cody answered, standing at attention.

In the following days, Cody didn't leave that room even to eat, and when Kix ordered him to rest, he refused.

….

“Get some rest, Cody. I assure you he'll be all right when you come back." Kix said one afternoon, entering the medbay for his usual checkups and finding the Commander half asleep on an uncomfortable chair.

“With all due respect, you're not my doctor and I'll only get some sleep when Rex wakes up” Cody replied with too much annoyance in his voice.

“All right, whatever. But if you change your mind, I've got some empty beds you could use... I mean…” Kix casually said as he continued his rounds with his other patients.

Cody was tired, yes, but he felt like he owed it to him, to Rex.

He wanted to be the first one to insult him as soon as he woke up. He'd never seen him this sick before, and it haunted him.

Rex woke up five days later, still light-headed with painkillers and a burning sense of unease. He tried to move but he felt tired and numb, he was aching everywhere and could barely see. He had restraints, that he could feel. Someone had tied him up.

“What in the karkin’ hell happened.” he thought at first.

Then he saw Cody, asleep in a chair next to him. He tried to call him, but his voice was struggling to get out, so he waited and tried to calm himself down. He didn't want to sleep, he was just confused.

About thirty minutes went by, but Cody finally woke up. The first thing he did was to check on his little brother, finding him awake but barely conscious.

“Rex... Rex, how are you feeling? Can you hear me?” He tried to ask. He was bloody worried.

“I'm fine..“ It was the only thing Rex answered. His voice still hoarse but a little smile appeared on his face.

“Oh thank the Maker..” Cody relaxed but then added “And anyway, what the hell were you thinking, you could have died.” He said with a slight pinch of voice.

“Codes...I don't think, I mean, i didn’t..” Rex tried to talk again... but damn it, he was getting tired already.

“Right, you didn't think... you reckless, inconsiderate son of a…” Cody raised his voice but then he stopped.

He didn't want to cry, after all, he was the big brother, but he was scared.

After all, since the incident and the mission that had cost both of them significant lives, the nightmares tortured him too, but he had to stay strong for everyone, it was his duty as Mashal Commander.

“Rex, I don't want to lose you...not after everything that happened…” He quietly added.

Rex looked up at him and for the first time, he saw his ori'vod scared, really scared. Cody had never been scared.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have..” He tried to talk again but he couldn't finish the sentence. He could feel the tears coming out and tried hard to keep from crying.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have…” Cody said to him. “..I'll always be there for you, you know that, right?” He added as he moved closer to the bed where Rex was and hugged him as close as he could.

"Yes... I know," Admitted Rex, trapped in his brother's embrace. "Just... can you take these ridiculous things off me first?" He added.

Cody stepped back and they both looked at the restraints that Rex had on both wrists.

“Yeah, I'm sorry... actually it was your medic's idea” Cody answered, offering him an embarrassed smile.

“Kix..” Rex groaned “I knew it”

“Look, they were necessary, he wanted to make sure you didn't run off on him again” Cody informed him.

“Of course..” Rex sighed and said nothing more.

“I'll go get him, okay? So besides taking these off, we' ll see how you are. And then I'm off to inform Skywalker” Cody said again, taking the situation in hand, instinct kicking in.

"The General? Why?" Rex asked surprised.

Sure, Skywalker cared a lot about his men, but he didn't expect him to care. He had other things to think about at the moment.

"He made me promise to let him know when he woke up. Let me tell you, he was seriously worried." Cody told him.

For Cody, it was a fairly normal behaviour, but he understood Rex's shock, for the whole society they were nobody and few of them were treated like living beings. So when someone cared about them, at first they were always suspicious.

“Ah, don't worry about that now, I'll go get Kix, alright?” Cody added on the way out.

“Codes..“ Rex called him again when the other one was just outside the door.

“Yeah?” He replied worriedly.

“Thank you.” Rex said in a low voice...

“It is my duty, vod'ika “ He smiled at him and then rushed to call Kix.

Seeing Cody smile even for a bit was a sight that Rex wanted to remember forever, just like when they were cadets and everything was easy, just like before the war.

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as usual, if you like it, reblogs are love so as comments, advices & more.

#the clone wars writing #rex and cody brotherhood #clone wars fandom #requests #rex fanfic #cody fanfic #the clone wars #i tried ok #painkiller80 writing #kix is always a little shit #and always right #rex should rest more #cody is very soft in real #and worried

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luminousbeansarewe · 4 years ago

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wandering stars

ch 17: little oaths

pairings: none || rating: teen || characters: original characters, commander cody, commander ponds, anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, captain rex but like from afar

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Coruscant, Galactic City, Grand Army of the Republic Headquarters, 22BBY

Between the GAR’s barracks and its command offices, there was a massive durasteel and permacrete bridge with a cover. It was ponderous, for all that it hung in the air. Below it were fields of weird, spongy plasturf on the high roof of the structure that held the Jedi Temple and its surrounding clusters of important buildings a couple thousand stories off the actual surface of the planet. Sol couldn’t help but wonder what the column was at bottom, in the fabled Coruscant underworld, or even halfway up. She leaned onto the broad upturned lip of the bridge, arms folded on its stonelike surface, and watched a blue-and-white mass of plastoid armor below moving in synchronized bursts.

She knew by the colors that it was the 501st Legion, Anakin’s men. Or, one company’s worth of them, at least. They were drilling something, probably ground attack formations and marches she didn’t know the first thing about. Not yet. Pretty soon, she’d likely know them inside and out.

To be fair, Windu was right. She had no experience working on a team. The thought of leading a whole battalion was almost too unfathomable to her to be frightening. Her keen eyes watched the men as they formed up, splintered off, ran in lines and shapes, and regrouped like a strange flock of birds. From afar they looked like two hundred of the same man, but she could see the little hints of personalization on their armor in the form of painted designs. Some of them wore extra armor pieces and pouches. And if you really paid attention, you could tell they didn’t all move just the same, though all their movements carried a weight just like Ponds’ did.

Finally her eyes wandered to their leader. He was wearing a captain’s pauldron and a leather kama, pointing and signalling and shouting orders and affirmations and the occasional fond lash which his men sometimes retorted back at. Their familiarity with each other was evident, and she felt a little burble of envy in her chest.

Then her eyes landed on the captain’s helmet, and she blinked a moment in surprise. Despite her father’s renunciation of his culture, he had still acquainted her with many of its hallmarks— mostly, he said, to help her spot Mandalorians, should they run into any, so they could steer clear. Dar’manda were shunned by most Mandos, but utterly despised by others. And a Mando’s harsh judgement usually came in the form of plasma fire, and then some. Cultural markings were distinct and clearly brandished, particular to their heritage.

And there were a pair of blue jaig eyes right there on the clone captain’s helmet, plain as day. Her heart thudded in her throat. How had a clone ended up with those? She stared, rooted to the spot all of a sudden.

“Hey! Sol!” came a voice that shook her out of her spooked stillness. She whipped her head around to see Anakin, Master Kenobi, and a clone in orange and white armor with his helmet tucked under his elbow, all striding along the bridge. Anakin was grinning in his usual way. “What’re you doing up here?”

“I’m, uh, watching,” she replied with a shaky little laugh, pushing the jaig eyes out of her mind. That was a question for another time. “Hello, General, sir,” she added to the other two men with a nod.

“How are my men doing? Behaving themselves?” He smiled down at them, clearly endeared to his troops.

“About as well as you do, I’m sure,” Kenobi teased.

“Good,” Anakin replied, clearly used to the game.

“Sol, this is Commander Cody,” the other Jedi said to her, gesturing to the clone beside him.

“Ma’am,” Cody said with a nod of his head.

“I heard you’re coming with us to the Naboo system?” Anakin interjected cheerfully.

“Only to hitch a ride to Kamino,” Sol replied.

“Has Master Windu decided, then?” Kenobi asked, harking back to a conversation from not long ago. Sol nodded, and there was ever a mixture of emotions under her otherwise stoic exterior.

“Decided what?” Anakin asked. “What’s on Kamino? Other than the clones, of course.”

“That’s just it. I’m training with the clones for the next year.”

“That long?” Kenobi asked, apparently surprised. “I thought they were rushing you into service.”

“This war better be over before you get out,” Anakin muttered.

“It was the Kaminoans’ suggestion,” Sol explained. “To ensure my training is as thorough as possible, given the circumstances. I suppose they can always pull me out if I’m needed that badly, though.”

“Mm. Well, this could be quite an adventure for you,” Kenobi said, stroking his beard, ever tactful. “Don’t you think, Cody?”

“I do, sir. You’re training with the clones?” Cody’s face betrayed his surprise, but not precisely disapproval.

“The commandos, yes.” Sol fidgeted with the hem of her tunic. “As one of them. They’ll be holding me to the same standards as everybody else.”

“That should be... interesting. But they’re good men, and our trainers are the best. Not that I’m biased, of course,” he added with a little grin that took some of the tension out of the air. Sol smiled back.

“I have no idea what to expect, but that’s heartening, Commander,” she said to him.

“You might stay and talk if you like, Cody, but Anakin and I have to head back to the Temple,” Kenobi said. “Contact me on the comm if you need anything.”

“Yes, sir,” the clone said with another stiff, deferential nod. That was the one motion that all the clones seemed to do in the same way. The two robed men turned to make their way towards the offices, and the exit.

“See you tomorrow, then,” Anakin said over his shoulder, throwing Sol a wave. She just nodded back before she turned to Cody, whose eyes had wandered out over the men below.

“Just got back from Kamino,” he said without looking at her. “Seppies tried to hit it. We clones took that very personally.”

“I can imagine,” Sol murmured, turning back to look out over the scene with him. The men were breaking into groups, clusters of five and five facing one another. Throwing rubber balls in the air, snatching them playfully from one another’s grasp. “I assume you won?”

Cody’s grin signaled that she might’ve hit on something like clone humor. Or soldier humor. Or both. “Nah, they leveled us flat. S’why there’s so many of us here now,” he replied. Sol chuckled.

“I see.” She lingered a moment, trying to push past her general unwillingness to disturb quietude. It was a long habit not easily unlearned for her, to ask questions. “What is it like there, Commander?”

“On Kamino? Rainy. Really kriffing rainy,” he said, shaking his head. “But the cities are domes built over the sea, so they manage. Training’s brutal though, I won’t lie. Especially for commandos.”

“That, I did expect.” She did not seem at all deterred.

“The clones have a creed, ma’am, you should know about. It’s that we look out for each other. Not just in the field. All the time.” Finally he looked over at her. She saw the scar running around his right eye, presumably from some battle or another. “We’re brothers. Buddies. Till the end. It’s different, being a clone.”

“Yeah. That makes sense. Some people seem to think you’re like slaves.” Her brow was a little furrowed. “Do you think that’s true?”

“We’re trained from the start for one purpose, and arguably we were purchased like slaves. But the GAR feeds us, cares for us, gives us a little stipend. For the brief stints of R&R we get. And the Jedi, especially, see us as people,” he said, almost like he was trying to decide. “I don’t think we’re quite slaves. But we’re not the same as everyone else.”

Sol would have been more surprised at a simple answer. She glanced back out again, her gaze drawn back towards the jaig-eyed helmet almost involuntarily. “But you don’t get retirement. You’re expected to die in this war.”

“Every clone knows that, and we’ve accepted it. Our leaders have to know it, too. It’s part of the deal.”

“I was afraid you’d say that. Not sure it makes me feel better.”

“Armor’s the best in the galaxy, though,” Cody added, as though he were trying to cheer her up a little. “Not quite blaster-proof, unfortunately, but the best you can get short of that. But you Jedi don’t typically get a full kit.”

“I’m not a Jedi,” she replied, her grin a little wry. “And I much prefer armor, anyway. It’s what I’m used to.”

Before the commander could respond, another set of clanking boots rang down the breezeway. Ponds was walking towards them from the offices to the barracks, and he gave a wave of recognition as he approached.

“You sightseeing?” he asked, grinning.

“Oh sure,” Cody replied, “just, you know. Watching the boys in blue.”

Ponds shook his head ruefully as he leaned his elbows on the permacrete, nudging Sol with his arm in greeting. “Sons of bitches. I’m just mad we don’t have time to beat them in bolo-ball before we ship out again.”

“We haven’t beat them in ten weeks, Ponds. I’m starting to lose faith.”

“I’m holding out hope. Rex is good. But I’m sure your boys in the 212th can give them a run for their money.” He turned his head to look at Sol at last. “You ready, kid?”

“I’m twice your age,” she reminded the commando.

“In clone years I’m twenty.”

“Then we’re the same age. So my point still stands.”

“Our ol’ boy Captain Rex down there says experience outranks everything,” Ponds said. “So until you come back from Kamino as a commander and beat me in arm wrestling, I reserve my right.”

Cody was chuckling on her other side. “Don’t worry, he pulls rank with everybody. It’s all hot air.”

“I’ll beat you when I get back, Ponds. Promise,” Sol said, returning his previous arm-nudge. The true depth of her ‘experience’ was not common knowledge, and she preferred it that way. The commando grinned, his version of a very particular type of grin all the clones seemed to have as naturally as breathing.

“You know, I believe you. But I’m looking forward to you proving it.”

#star wars fanfiction #swtcw #the clone wars #commander cody #anakin skywalker #commander ponds #obi wan kenobi #my fic #my ocs #cronos squad

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my-keys · 5 years ago

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A Rise of Skywalker Rant

Okay so I feel like enough time has passed that I can talk about RoS without worrying about spoiling it for anyone who cares, and I have also had a lot of time to think about it. If you haven’t seen it, haven’t been spoiled, AND care about spoilers, I commend you; now get to scrolling.

Let’s start with Finn’s Force sensitivity. The time for Jedi Finn was two movies ago. You wasted your chance, Abrams. At this point you should’ve just made him use the Force, not... have him tell Rey that he needs to say something to her, but not like, in a romantic way, but totally be misconstrued that way... Like, come on. Who are you fooling? And let’s touch on the other stormtroopers who defected while we’re in the space.

See, when I saw The Force Awakens, my theory was that the First Order abducted Force sensitive children, suppressed that Force sensitivity, and indoctrinated them. When Finn decided he wasn’t going to kill civilians on Jakku, it looked like he was snapping out of something, like he was in a trance. So the idea was that with Finn coming back into, I don’t know, “the view of the Force” I kinda want to call it, it would start a chain reaction within the stormtrooper ranks. I really liked this idea, and it made sense from like a “keep your enemies close” perspective, but clearly this isn’t what happened and Finn and Jannah (who was also obviously Force sensitive, but we never really see much of the other former troopers so we never know if that’s also the case for them) were a fluke.

Big picture implications from TLJ: I said I didn’t like them when I first saw it and... they amounted to nothing. As of RoS, the Resistance is just... fine? I guess? Like, they almost got obliterated in TLJ and now it’s like it never happened. And they explain it away with “Snap and Jessika Pava went to grab the rest of the Resistance during TLJ,” like, no, you said this was everyone. Why did “the rest of the Resistance” not come during the climax of Last Jedi? What happened?

Rose deserved better. Fuck the Star Wars fandom. That is all.

Now, for my main deal: Sheev. Motherfucking. Palpatine. Until Rise of Skywalker, the main Star Wars Saga movies have been about Anakin Skywalker, but here, the focus is violently shifted away from Anakin and now the most important character in the franchise is Palpatine. And that bothers me because the underlying implication for this franchise is selling to you is not that good can in fact triumph over evil if you just keep fighting but that evil cannot truly be defeated. It doesn’t matter that in the end the good guys win, because Palpatine fucking died in Return of the Jedi. And now he’s just here. Because “the Dark Side of the Force is a pathway yadda yadda yadda.” So do we know for certain that he’s gone for good? Fuck no. “But Mike, Palpatine came back in the Legends continuity too,” yeah but guess what? All those times he came back were contingency plans, just-in-cases. This? This was the plan all along, with the fucking wreckage of the, I’d like to point out, second Death Star (a “contingency plan”), lining up with this Ancient Sith Dagger™, the implication is that Palpatine knew that the Rebel Alliance would destroy the first Death Star, that Vader would survive its destruction, he knew that they would destroy the second Death Star, and Vader would betray and kill him there,and then he knew that the wreckage of the throne room would end up on another of Endor’s moons, positioned just so, that his granddaughter and his apprentice’s grandson would be connected through the Force, and that they would come to Exegol to destroy him together and that he would drain them of their combined life force there. And now we’re supposed to believe that this isn’t just another part of the Plan™? That Palpatine’s scheme doesn’t run deeper than this? Call me in 30 years when Disney releases Star Wars Episode X: Return of Palpatine, starring Tom Holland with Ian McDiarmid’s CGI face superimposed onto his shoulders.

But enough about the Plan™, I have more problems with this whole Palpatine situation. Let’s get back to Anakin, shall we? Let’s break it down: Anakin Skywalker; born a slave on Tatooine to Watto. Or, sold by the Zygerrians to Watto, whatever. At age 9 he is “freed” by Jedi Master Qui-gon Jinn. Free to become a Jedi, which is to say, a slave. Age 23, he again trades one master for another and devotes himself to Palpatine. “Yes, Master” is all he has ever known. He has decided he will never taste freedom. He is merely a tool, at this point, after his duel with Obi-Wan, a broken one. As soon as his master finds a suitable replacement, he will be disposed of. And then, at the height of his resignation, he discovers he has a son, and he knows that this is his replacement. His son refuses to join the Emperor, to take Vader’s place, and Vader watches as his master brings his son inches from death. At age 45, for the first time in his life, Anakin Skywalker says “no” and finally tastes freedom, sacrificing his life for his son’s. Literally, Vader’s sacrifice is important: it means the good guys win, which is nice. But more importantly, Vader’s sacrifice is a figurative victory. By destroying Palpatine, Anakin Skywalker, a slave for his entire life, finally breaks the chains that have defined him. However, with Rise of Skywalker, Anakin was merely playing into Palpatine’s hand the entire time, so the chains are not broken at all, and Anakin sacrificed himself for nothing in the end.

Now this next point is less of a big deal for me, but still frustrating nonetheless. Rey being Palpatine’s granddaughter. Okay, I’ll buy it, I don’t give a shit but I’ll buy it. But being Palpatine’s granddaughter making her more predisposed to the Dark Side? No, fuck no, that’s stupid. If you think that’s how the Force works, you’re an idiot, I’m sorry. The Dark Side of the Force is about giving in to your fear, anger, etc. It’s not about... who your granddad is, like what? This is nonsense, it’s stupid, I don’t have one good thing to say about it, it’s just shitty writing, Palpatine was a bad angle and the entire trilogy suffers for it.

Now I mentioned big picture implications from TLJ earlier on and I’d like to close off by talking about one that I didn’t even consider until after I saw RoS. At the end of the Last Jedi, Hux is comic relief and Snoke and Phasma are dead, so we’re left with only Kylo Ren as a major villain going forward, and I think that’s where this whole trilogy falls apart. I don’t necessarily think that redeeming him was the right choice, but I definitely don’t think he has what it takes to be the Big Bad™. Hux, had he been left with some semblance of dignity, would have been my choice for the main villain of this story, and, since Star Wars has always tended to be an allegory for our political climate, keeping the focus on the neo-nazis would have been a good shout. But instead, we got... Palpatine

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swhurtcomfort · 6 years ago

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**Author's note: Tumblr did something bizzare (surprise) and cut off most of this ask when I posted it. The original prompt asked for Rex motherhenning Anakin :)

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Rex realized just in time as the General began to sway off his feet. He stepped forward to neatly catch Skywalker, one hand under his forearm supporting his elbow, the other at his back.

“Steady, General,” said Rex under his breath as he slowly guided him down. He’d been unwell earlier, they had all noticed it. He had already grown paler.

“Okay, Rex, okay,” Skywalker kept repeating as he tried to wriggle out of the trooper’s grip and sit down on the dirt path. Rex knelt beside him, the men crowding around to see what was going on.

“Alright, sir?”

But Skywalker either didn’t want to elaborate or was honestly too confused to converse with them. Rex wasn’t sure which option was worse.

Skywalker shook his head and mumbled something.

“What’s that?”

“…seeing double,” he said a little more clearly.

Rex nodded, thoughts racing. “You look flushed. Give yourself a minute, then we’ll get back on the road,” he said. Rex looked up at the men crowding around. “Everybody else take at least four steps back,” he ordered. Most of the troopers obeyed, but Fives lingered at Rex’s elbow, no doubt looking to help.

Someone passed him a canteen and he offered it to Skywalker, who took a tentative sip. He frowned and pushed the canteen back into Rex’s hand.

“I think you’d better tell me what’s going on, sir,” said Rex, aware that his protective side was coming out and fully prepared to face the teasing that would inevitably come from Fives and the rest of the kriffing peanut gallery later.

“General Skywalker?”

Still there was no response. Rex and Fives waited, watching. Skywalker stared blankly down at the ground. Rex glanced back at the 20 men waiting a few paces behind him. “One of you—Fox,” he pointed at the trooper in question. “You try to make contact with Tano’s group, ask for Kix or Arrow to advise.”

“Captain,” interrupted Fives, gesturing to the General. Skywalker’s gaze was glazed over now, and he was visibly shaking.

“Lie him down,” Rex ordered even as he was already doing so himself, guiding Skywalker down onto his back. “He’s having some kind of fit.”

“Damn, and here I thought the

“Time it, the medics will want to know how long it lasts.”

“Oh, kriff me,”

Jedi could protect themselves with the Force,” said Rex with a chuckle that barely hid his very real concern. Fives had slung the pack off his shoulders.

All the troopers knew the contents and precise organization of their packs by heart, so he didn’t have to take his eyes off Skywalker or Rex as he pulled out a palm-sized, vacuum sealed survival blanket. Fives ripped the plastic off to allow it to assume its normal shape, and folded it into a makeshift pillow. He knelt by Skywalker’s head while the general continued to seize.

Rex spared a glance at Fox. “Any luck over there?”

“The transmission cut out, but I talked to Kix for a few seconds, Captain. He said some of the men over there are showing the same symptoms. They all had tiny darts in ‘em.”

“Fox, what else did Kix say?” he asked over his shoulder.

Skywalker had stilled, but he was even drowsier than before. Rex lay a hand on his feverish cheek to get his attention. “General, were you hit with something?”

Skywalker blinked heavily at him.

“General?” Rex repeated his question. Skywalker slowly put his hand in Rex’s and unfolded his fingers to reveal the tiny dart. It seemed he had removed it himself and had been holding on to it all this time.

“Yep, we’re going to keep that just in case,” said Rex, prying the dart from his fingers and wrapping it in the disposable plastic Fives had set aside. Rex’s heart was beating in his ears. Why did this have to happen when the company was separated? Why didn’t he have a medic on hand?

“He and Commander Tano are on their way, sir. They don’t have an exact antidote for the poison but there’s a drug that stabilized the others. We’re just supposed to keep him calm, don’t give anything to eat or drink.”

“Easy, Skyguy,”

“Thanks, Fox,” Rex was rapidly recovering his professional demeanor. Skywalker was going to be fine, probably be back at the head of the company and joking around by tomorrow. Rex should have known that from the start, these damn Jedi could bounce back from anything—he’d heard stories from Commander Cody that made his skin crawl. He silently berated himself for losing his cool.

Skywalker bore the pain bravely at first, but he seized again more violently than before, and after that he seemed much less alert.

“Can’t we do anything?” whispered Fives.

“Don’t think so. Sounds like it’s only going to get worse until Kix comes with the medication.”

Rex poured some water from a canteen onto a cloth to make a compress, and periodically used it to keep the fever sweat out of Skywalker’s eyes. Skywalker didn’t seem to be aware that he was groaning pitifully.

That was the state that Kix and Ahsoka found them in. Fives backed away to make room for the padawan, but Rex was gripped by an irrational desire to stay close and watch what was going on.

Kix’s practiced fingers found the pulse in Skywalker’s wrist. He ran a medscanner over him and asked him questions, not really expecting a coherent answer. Finally, Commander Tano handed him the case with the hypo and he plunged it into Skywalker’s neck.

“That seemed to do the trick for the others,” he explained to Rex. “I’ll give him something for the fever as well.”

Skywalker stirred at the pinch of the second hypo, and his mech hand instinctively found Rex’s and squeezed it.

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“You’re going to be fine, General.”

Kix stood up, pulling off his gloves. “We’ll take him back in our speeder. He’s just got to sleep this off, shouldn’t be any issues but we’ll monitor him.” Kix clapped Rex on the shoulder with a conspiratorial smile. “Try not to tie yourself into knots, Captain.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rex demanded a little too defensively. Did he have a reputation for getting worked up about these things?

“Hey Rex,” he said with a wave.

When Rex entered the medic’s tent, Skywalker was sitting up and looking mostly better.

“No, sir.”

“Kix said you needed to speak with me, General?”

“Just wanted to check in. There were no casualties from the fight, were there?”

“I remember…” Skywalker trailed off thoughtfully. “My memories of yesterday are a bit muddled, but I thought you were upset about something—frightened almost. Just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

“Right as rain, sir. The medics say everyone who was exposed to the poison is going to make a full recovery.”

Skywalker paused to scratch his chin. “But yesterday…I don’t know, I guess I was imagining things.”

“You did have a pretty high fever, sir.” Kix paused what he was doing across the room and shot Rex a knowing smirk behind Skywalker’s back.

“Yeah,” Skywalker chuckled. “Yeah, that must have been it.”

#clone captain rex #clone trooper kix #anakin skywalker #hurt/comfort #anon #rex is an incurable mother hen fight me #kix at this point is just like #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#ok captain whatever you need to worry about today just worry about it #poison #fic #sickfic #tcw #star wars #MPost

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Star Wars: The Last Jedi - Why It's Both a Great Star Wars Film and the Worst Star Wars Film A Blanket Fort Movie Review

Now that I’ve got your attention, I’m going to have to warn for spoilers first. SPOILERS. SPOILERS. SPOILERS. If you haven’t seen Star Wars: The Last Jedi, I strongly suggest you run away now and come back later. This review isn’t going anywhere.

The second thing is that I am NOT and will never be a Kyle Wrong fan (Which is why I’m deliberately mangling his name, so maybe, just maybe, this won’t appear in his tags). Just to be clear, I don’t run around whinging about my hate to his fans and any flavor of ship that involves him and another person. Love who you love and ship who you want - this review is not an attack on you and/or your flavor of Kyle Wrong Shipping. If you happen to have stumbled on this review, you’re free to hop off at this point. We’re all good.

Seen it already? We’re good to go?

Let’s do this.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi should also be titled: “The One Where Everyone Except Leia Skywalker Organa Solo Makes Spectacularly Stupid-Ass Decisions and Where Luke Skywalker Goddamn Deserved Better Than This. Also, Porgs Will Take Over the GFFA, Just You Wait.”

This is this trilogy’s answer to Empire Strikes Back, to be honest. It’s darker. It’s bleaker. Everything’s going wrong for our heroes and there’s no shocking reveal, no “I am your father” moment to be had, plenty of angst, plenty of whinging “woe-is-me” bullshit from our Resident Supervillain and yes, I’ve mentioned some spectacularly stupid-ass decision-making by our Heroes.

And this is why, from a storytelling standpoint, I can tell you it’s a great Star Wars movie. While it’s clearly inspired by Empire Strikes Back, it’s not a loving point by point recreation of it. As Luke points out, “This will not go the way you think.”

The character arcs for our new Trio are pretty clear. Poe Dameron gets to learn that he can’t just hotshot everything and get away with it with a roguish wink and a grin. While he was able to take out a Dreadnought with his friends, he also ends up sacrificing a significant number of people in the Resistance. To paraphrase Leia, all you get are “dead heroes” and what else can be accomplished by that? Even in a fictional universe where Force Ghosts are a Thing, it’s not like Leia could do an Aragorn and summon the Spirits of the Dead to rally against the Evil Empire - uh, I mean - FIRST ORDER - for one last time.

(If that were possible, Darth Vader’s garbage can ass would have been Permanent Toast a long time ago.) Finn gets to learn that he can’t be selfish and single-minded when it comes to his friends. Let’s face it - he was, technically, going to desert, because he was really more interested in saving Rey and surviving. That, in itself, is understandable, if not commendable, so we have new adorable Cinnabon Roll Rose Tico, whose sister just got killed in Poe’s disastrous bombing raid, getting Finn to rethink that point of view.

Both of them also learn that not all desperate gambles will work for the best. Finn and Rose go on a secret mission and somehow end up in Space Monaco, looking for a shady codebreaker person who might just be able to help them save their Resistance friends. Benicio del Toro plays a character who just might be the new Lando Calrissian… except that he’s basically just a slimy lying liar who lies.

And Rey gets to learn she’s NOT an Orphan With A Grand Secret Bloodline. As much as I want Rey to be a secret Skywalker, I’m pretty cool with the idea that she isn’t. I like the fact that the movie reminds us, yet again, that you don’t have to be a Skywalker to have the Force. The Jedi and Sith Orders were composed of every possible species we’ve seen in the GFFA, not just humans and not just a bunch of incestous Skywalker cousins. People gifted with the ability can be anyone at all. And if Lucas tried to sell us the idea that Anakin Skywalker was somehow a virgin birth and end up this powerful Force user, I can totally deal that Rey had perfectly ordinary parents and just got lucky in the Force sweepstakes.

Rey also realizes several critical things in this movie. The Great Jedi Master she’s trying to find is not some saintly perfect soul just waiting to be called out for One Last Grand Adventure. She’s NOT going to be able to save the handsome, supposedly misunderstood, young, handsome Dark Lord with the Power of her True Love and Pure Convictions.

Yeah. I just went there.

There’s no salvation for Kyle Wrong. None at all. That’s pretty much the point.

Snoke pretty much savagely takes him down near the beginning of the film - calling out all of Kyle Wrong’s bullshit and essentially getting to the heart of the matter: He’s a pathetic Darth Vader fanboy manchild playing dress up. So Kyle Wrong’s character arc for this movie is pretty much spent cementing his Supervillain status. He’s firmly setting aside his humanity and all the possible ties of love, family and friendship he might have had from before. The first time, we see him hesitating at firing on his mother’s ship. Someone else takes that shot and basically blasts Leia and the remnants of the old Rebel Alliance into space, with only Leia surviving through sheer Force magic. In the final battle of the movie, he doesn’t hesitate anymore. Take no prisoners, he orders. Kill everyone.

For Kylo Ren to refute Snoke’s contemptuous words, to refute that TRUTH - he’s killing the past. Letting it die. Letting himself be reborn.

But wait - y'all are crying out to me - what about Rey? Can’t Rey save him with the power of her compassion and true love? I was already cringing in my seat because I could hear the squees of the shippers from outer space - so yes, guys, I saw all that.

(Yeah, I really hate a certain flavor of Kyle Wrong Shipping with the fire of ten thousand suns. But that’s my preference and that’s why I’m avoiding explicit mention of it because I don’t want this getting into their tags and spoiling their own fun. Ship in peace guys.)

Rey fights a dangerous attraction to Kyle Wrong and why not? He’s young, he’s handsome, he’s got this storied, legendary bloodline behind him. And she can see the frightened boy that he used to be and maybe Luke Skywalker is just another lying, “truth-from-a-certain-point-of-view” Ben Kenobi, not telling the whole story. She gets a clear Force vision of Kylo Ben defeating Snoke and fighting on the side of Good. Maybe she can bring him back, just like Luke did to his father.

Except that Luke didn’t really lie to her. He DID confront his nephew, having sensed the Darkness in his heart. The only thing he didn’t specify - because of his own shame - was that moment of weakness, where he could clearly see the monster his beloved nephew would become, where he had the chance to strike him down…and Luke knew he just couldn’t do it. Not his sister’s boy. Not the child of his best friend, the nearest thing he had to a brother.

And Kyle Wrong plays up this pathos with everything’s he’s got. “It’s not my fault!” - he pretty much whinges to her. “Uncle Luke MADE me this way.” Conveniently setting aside the fact, of course, that he already SUBVERTED a bunch of Luke’s own students. That after he’d logically fought Luke in what we could argue as self-defense, he and “the Knights of Ren” took out the rest of Luke’s students who WOULDN’T JOIN HIM AND HIS DARK MASTER. He wasn’t some scared little kid who didn’t know better - that’s NOT a young boy that we see in the flashback - that’s a YOUNG MAN. Yes he was scared. Scared that Luke was finally seeing through his bullshit. Scared that Luke had figured him and his friends out!

Ultimately, this is the truth of Kyle Wrong. He was the beloved child of incredibly busy, heroic, overachieving parents who were trying to rebuild a galaxy and maybe, just maybe, couldn’t give him all the undivided attention that he needed. He listened to the whisperings of “Palpatine v. 2.0” because Snoke pretty much fed into his ego and his feelings of entitlement. After savaging him in the first scene, Snoke pretty much outlines how he GOT Kyle Wrong into his clutches. Kyle Wrong is the grandson of Darth Vader, legendary Dark Lord, heir to his power, heir to “his” Empire, who shouldn’t be “serving” this ungrateful chaotic galaxy. He should be RULING it. There’s no tragic backstory here to render Kyle Wrong more sympathetic. He wasn’t an abused slave. He wasn’t desperately trying to save the woman he loved from death. He grew up beloved and cherished, with all the privileges. He was basically this spoilt, rebellious teenager who was so obviously headed down the wrong direction that his worried, loving parents sent him to the most logical person in the galaxy to get the help and guidance he needed. And Luke so obviously TRIED and it didn’t take and it broke Luke’s goddamn heart that he couldn’t.

(FFS, REY HAD MORE REASON TO TURN DARK SIDE THAN HE DID AND SHE’S NOT. FINN HAD ALL THE REASON IN THE GODDAMN GALAXY TO TURN EVIL AND HE’S STILL. FIGHTING. THE. GOOD. FIGHT.)

So Rey learns, bitterly, that there’s no saving somebody like that. You can’t save someone who clearly does not want to be saved, who clearly doesn’t think he’s in the wrong, who’s willing to destroy the people who love him because he thinks “love and attachment” are weaknesses. Rey’s vision is true, from a certain point of view: she does see Kyle Wrong strike down Snoke and she does see him fight on the side of Good. But it’s only because Kyle Wrong finally decides to take power for himself. And he’s not really fighting on the side of Good - he’s fighting by her side because he wants to lure her to Darkness, to make him like himself.

The reason why Luke succeeds with Darth Vader is because Vader never turned to the dark side just for power’s sake. He did it because he wanted to save Padme. He wanted to save his beloved wife and his precious unborn baby. There’s a bunch of other reasons why he had harbored resentment towards the Jedi - we have the prequels and the Clone Wars cartoons for that. But that was the final straw. Darth Vader turned to the Dark Side for the sake of love. Darth Vader still had the capability to choose love. When it came down to his Master and his beloved son, VADER CHOSE LUKE. That’s why Vader could find redemption in the end.

I’m not saying that Darth Vader was right to be an evil, fascist, mass-murdering, child-killing supervillain. Obviously, that one moment where he turns against Palpatine doesn’t magically negate decades of evildoing. Even then, there’s a logic and reason to Vader’s evil. He’s spent his entire lifetime trying to bring peace and order back to the galaxy. He’s got a twisted notion of HOW to get to it, which is why he’s basically LAWFUL EVIL, but you can’t deny the horrible logic of it. You can’t deny that’s WHY Vader gets people to follow him, why he’s so powerfully charismatic and frightening and fascinating all at the same time.

Darth Vader is still a horrifying evil mass-murdering nightmare. We just have more reason to understand and give him some measure of sympathy, even while we rightfully condemn what he’s done.

Consider this - Darth Vader actually told Luke, in Return of the Jedi, that “It’s too late for me, my son.” That’s the words of someone who clearly realizes that he NEEDS saving and that he CAN’T be saved. Kylo Wrong? He tells Rey that she’s “nobody” but that he can give her all the answers that she needs. He clearly demonstrates he doesn’t NEED or WANT to be saved. He is exactly where he WANTS to be.

Finally, here’s the biggest hint that we have that this new trilogy is NOT going to be Kyle Wrong’s arduous Journey Back to the Light.

In the last Force-assisted conversation between him and Rey, she finally closes the door of the Falcon. That’s a clear metaphor for her finally learning her lesson. She’s closing the door on Kylo Wrong and realizes that while compassion can be a powerful thing, it’s completely wasted on him. There’s no hope for him anymore and it’s no longer her job to save his soul or some other bullshit like that. Her path is clear - she has to take him down. For Han’s sake. For Luke’s sake. For the sake of everyone in the galaxy who’s going to suffer under the rule of the brand new Supreme Leader Darth Edgelord.

Consider, also, that the very next scene shows her finally and properly making the acquaintance of one Poe Dameron. It is the most perfect goddamn meet cute that I have ever seen. I’m gonna call it right now - this looks like the beginning of a beautiful, badass relationship and REY, GIRL, YOU GO GET YOURSELF SOME OF THAT.

And of course, she gets to hug Finn too. Reconnect. The first real friend she’s made and they survived and they’re together again. LOOK, I AM ALL FOR REY GETTING SOME OF THAT TOO.

Seriously, guys, if there was ever an excuse for an OT4 with Rey/Rose/Finn/Poe, this is it. Gift-wrapped like manna from heaven. Don’t let me down, fandom.

So as far as the storytelling for the next generation of heroes is concerned, The Last Jedi does good. I approve the storytelling choices.

Also, the Porgs are so fucking cute, Imma die.

And here’s why I also think The Last Jedi is also the worst Star Wars movie.

We waited. For. Forty. Fucking. Years.

We put up with the shitfest that was the Prequels. We made do with fan fiction. There’s the Clone Wars cartoons which are basically WHY DIDN’T YOU DO ALL THIS SHIT IN THE FREAKIN’ PREQUEL MOVIES THEMSELVES INSTEAD OF GIVING US SCENES IN WHICH ANAKIN SKYWALKER WHINGES ABOUT SAND IN HIS SHORTS. There’s the better-written books and comics.

But we waited and we waited patiently for the Skywalker saga to continue on the big screen. I wanted to see Luke Skywalker rise past his Heroid BSOD and kick ass once again. I wanted more than just that achingly sad goodbye that he had with his sister. I wanted to see Luke raise his X-wing from the depths of sea to fly among the stars again.

If he couldn’t take center stage anymore, I was fucking FINE with him being the BADASS CRANKY GRANDPA Deus Ex Machina who can bring down a fucking Star Destroyer with the Force alone. Because goddamn it, Luke Skywalker deserved better than this.

And I completely understand the growing fan backlash against this movie. This isn’t because we didn’t get to see Super Perfect!Luke on the big screen. Hell, Luke isn’t perfect. But you’re asking me to believe that Luke Skywalker has this “moment of weakness” where he seriously considered, if only for a second, killing his sleeping, vulnerable, unarmed nephew.

Yeah.

This is the same Luke Skywalker who believed with all of his heart that he could still reach the good in his garbage can mass-murdering Sithlord father, right? You’re telling me that HIS FIRST INSTINCT IS TO MURDER HIS DARKNESS-BOUND NEPHEW IN COLD BLOOD? I get that it was only a second’s weakness and that it passed, and that we can say that Luke overcame this BUT HELL THE FUCK NO, I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THAT THIS IS IN LINE WITH LUKE’S CHARACTER.

Mark Hamill’s performance carries all of this but I am royally pissed the fuck off at this storytelling choice. THIS is poor writing. THIS is bullshit.

You know what would have made sense? If Luke had LITERALLY confronted his nephew about it. Because he had ALL THE REASON IN THE WORLD to do it. We KNOW that Kyle Wrong didn’t destroy Luke’s Jedi Temple single-handedly. We KNOW that Kyle Wrong was already subverting Luke’s students because hey, Knights of Ren, remember? We KNOW that he was already turning evil, going to the Darkness because Han himself tells us that he and Leia sent their son to Luke for HELP. If Luke and Kyle Wrong had an actual conversation that devolved into an argument and a battle where Luke failed to convince his nephew because Captain Edgelord here preferred being on the Asshole Side of the Force - THAT WOULD HAVE WORKED. Luke could still be our bitter, heartbroken old hermit guy. Kyle Wrong could still get to play up his so-called “woobie woe is me” status because “UNCA LUKE DIDN’T TRUST ME, FEARED MY POWER, HELD ME BACK.”

That dialogue sound familiar now, guys?

LUKE SKYWALKER GODDAMN DESERVES BETTER.

Leia got to fight with her Resistance and be the badass General that she is and if Fate and God had been kinder, we would have had Carrie Fisher to continue to bring her to life in the next Star Wars episode. But Luke. Luke didn’t deserve to go out like that. Luke and Leia deserved to have a quiet, happy retirement on Naboo at the very least, letting the young ones do the legwork while they played the roles of Wise Mentors.

Let’s face it - Kylo Wrong is NOT the next generation of Skywalker to carry on the proud tradition of heroism. He’s chosen to be this generation’s piece of shit. He’s not even gonna get to go out in blaze of Tragic Redemption Glory. I’m betting anything that Kylo Wrong’s fate at the end of this new saga is an ignominous end, just the quiet realization that he fucked up and fucked up but good and he won’t even get ONE GOOD DEED to justify an asspull redemption. And that’s what he deserves, quite frankly.

The ones who are going to carry on for the Skywalkers are going to be Rey, Poe, Finn and Rose. Maybe that little boy back in Space Monaco who’s discovering now that he too has the Force. They’re not related to the Skywalkers by blood, but by God, you can’t argue with me that Rey, Poe, Finn and Rose don’t have the spirit, courage, compassion and sheer badassery that we’ve seen from Padme. From Luke and Leia. From Han Solo. From Ben Kenobi. Even from my garbage can son ANAKIN SKYWALKER. They’re not Skywalkers by blood. Their destiny isn’t written in their bloodlines. But they’re heroes all the same.

That comforts me somehow.

So - Luke and Leia are going to be it. The last living remnants of Anakin and Padme. Kylo Wrong tells us to “let the past die” but GOD DAMN IT, I CAN’T FUCKING DO IT. I can’t just say goodbye to my favorite whingy farmboy. I can’t just say goodbye to my Princess. It was bad enough when we all said goodbye to our favorite roguish nerf-herding smuggler.

I can’t just let go.

I can’t say goodbye.

So I won’t.

So somewhere in a Galaxy Far, Far Away, Luke Skywalker draws back from the Force, from that icy planet where he’d just confronted the man who was once his nephew. He knows his sister is safe for the moment and he can hear her voice in his head, as clear as it had been when she’d said, “Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”

This time, it’s different. “Help me, Luke. They - these children - they’re our hope now.”

Yoda cackles at him but his approval is a warm, living thing. Luke can sense his father as well - pride and encouragement - wrapping around him like his dark Jedi cloak. He can even sense old Ben and it’s just as easy as taking a deep breath, to bring his X-wing starfighter up from the depths of the sea, to know that it can still be repaired, that it will still fly.

Artoo bumps against his leg, clearly beeping in excitement. Luke smiles and gently pats the dome of his old friend. A porg decides to perch Artoo’s dome, its trills matching the droid’s own happy noises.

He sends out wordless love to his sister and his answer.

I’ll be there soon, Leia. Wait for me.

- end -

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shadowsong26fic · 7 years ago

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Hurray for AU Outlines!

All right, so I got a request to do #11a from my List of Things I’ll Never Write as an outline, soooo here goes!

Note that, due to the fact that the only people who are bigger Drama Queens than the PT Trio in life are the PT Trio having died and been sent back to have a second chance to Make Things Right, this skews a little bit towards the Melodrama and Feels area, rather than straight Funny like some of the others have been.

(Also, as a trigger/content warning, there’s some bits that could be read as passive suicidal ideation).

Previous outlines can be found in the tag.

The actual prompt:

11. Both Anakin And Padme Unfuck The Timeline And Are Bound And Determined Not To Let The Other One Know They’re From The Future

11a. The Same Thing Only Obi-Wan’s Also Time-Travelling

(For those of you who read It’s Like Déjà Vu (All Over Again) [which was prompt #11 above] last summer, portions of this might be familiar.)

So, we start with Anakin. Anakin gets to have his heartwarming death scene, his final moments with his son, a brief and hazy Moment with Obi-Wan and Yoda on Endor…

And then he blinks. And…he’s not a ghost anymore.

He’s standing in the Jedi Council chamber

(which is a whole lot bigger than he remembers; when did that happen?)

“I will train him. I take Anakin as my Padawan Learner.”

…did he seriously just say that? Wow, no wonder Obi-Wan resented me at first.

…wait a minute.

At first, he thinks it’s just—not exactly a dream, per se. But that old saying, about how your life flashes before your eyes when you die?

(this is a bit late for that, though; because he definitely remembers standing with the others on Endor and watching Luke)

(also this is a weird place to start)

(not to mention unfair)

(if he has to relive it all, couldn’t he at least have seen his mom again?)

Still, it’s the best explanation he’s got, so he decides to run with it.

The next couple of days are—very strange

(Obi-Wan and—everyone is so young. He’d forgotten how young they all were, back then.)

Parts of it he remembers clearly, but most of it is fairly vague, or like—a list of facts. This thing happened, then this, then this.

(He overhears Obi-Wan saying he’s dangerous. Why did you forget that, old friend? he wants to ask.)

(Just because he came back, after all, doesn’t change what he did. If Obi-Wan had killed him properly on Mustafar, or stuck to his guns back here and not spoken up for him—well, maybe not that second; maybe that just would have given the Emperor more access to him.)

(But, on the other hand, had he not been in the Order, in the position he’d been in…)

(Not that it really matters at this point, after all. He’s just an observer, reviewing bits and pieces of his life.)

(Right?)

All of that changes when they get to the hangar.

He climbs into the fighter cockpit, just like last time.

(Artoo is behind him, a comforting, familiar feeling.)

And then, three and a half decades of training and self-discipline go up against a nine-year-old’s inherent attention span and patience.

And lose. Badly.

(Look, he’s never been good at sitting still, okay? And a part of him is nine years old again, which just makes that even worse.)

He turns on the starfighter early, since he’s not just pushing buttons at random, and fidgets a little, waiting for the destroyers to show up so he can shoot them and then “accidentally” turn on the autopilot and head off into space.

(It really was an accident the first time. Which was then his first taste of real flying—of combat, too—and one of the things he’s actually genuinely looking forward to reliving.)

Then Maul shows up.

(A not-insignificant part of him appreciates the sheer Drama of his entrance, lbr.)

(the part of him that reacts like the forty-something soldier/Drama Queen and not a slightly overwhelmed nine-year-old.)

On a whim, he activates the fighter’s guns and fires off a shot.

He doesn’t expect it to work.

(This is all a dream, right? Just reliving things because the Force thinks I need to be punished, right?)

Except—it does.

what.

It doesn’t kill Maul, of course. But it does throw him off his game, and damage his saberstaff.

Suddenly, advantage: Jedi.

For a long moment, Anakin is frozen. What the hell. I can change things? THIS IS REAL?!!!

He shakes it off after a second—locks down the panic/reaction, drawing on those three and a half decades of training and self-discipline.

He has a battle to win. He can think about the rest of this later.

When he makes it back down to the surface (after a much smoother/neater destruction of the control ship, tyvm), things are—well, part of it went the same and part of it…

Qui-Gon survived. That’s a big one.

Obi-Wan did kill Maul again.

(possibly properly this time; we’ll see)

The next few weeks are…kind of a blur, honestly.

Look, it’s a lot to process. Above and beyond the whole time travel is real and I can change the past and omg I can see all the people I loved again and omg the people I loved will see me again I’m fucked etc. etc., a nine-year-old’s brain really isn’t built to process forty-some-odd years’ worth of memories. Most of them pretty horrific.

In the end, it turns out his memories are…not vague exactly, except kind of they are. He doesn’t remember a whole lot of detail. A few moments, of course, stand out, but for the most part, it’s just the broad strokes.

Which is not to say that he doesn’t remember the details, just that he can’t consciously recall them. He basically has to enter a deep trance to dredge up any specifics.

When the dust settles, he was accepted into the Order—but apprenticed to Qui-Gon this time.

Probably for the best, he thinks. I didn’t know him the first time around, after all.

He decides, for many, many reasons, to conceal his knowledge of the future and especially how he got it.

And now, he just has to decide—what to do with his knowledge.

His first instinct, naturally, is to run off and stab Palpatine in the face.

Of course, there are a couple problems with this. First of all, he is tiny and ineffectual. He would attempt and fail and just get himself killed.

(This, incidentally, is why Anakin has to land this early because lbr without a damn good reason holding him back, he would just go murder Palpatine in the face.)

(Being Tiny and Ineffectual is pretty much what’s gonna do it.)

(And while a part of me is delighted by the mental image of nine-year-old Anakin murdering Palpatine in the face, it makes for a very short story and does not fit the prompt sooooo.)

And second of all (though this doesn’t occur to him until after he tries climbing out the Temple window and stops himself because Tiny and Ineffectual), remember the above bit about vague memories?

….yeah, murdering Palpatine in the face without knowing the full context (…assuming he even knew about it/cared to know about it in the first place) could have serious consequences.

Like…quite a bit of the Master Plan is already in motion.

The clones are already in production, almost certainly.

Dooku may already be Tyranus, who the heck knows.

Palpatine didn’t create the problems that led to the Separatist movement and the War (or if he did it was much earlier than this), he just exacerbated them.

So, without Palps imposing some measure of control over the chaos…

Chance are, he’d just unleash a different kind of hell. Maybe it would be better, maybe it would be worse.

But he really doesn’t want to take that chance.

He was given this opportunity to set things right. He’s not about to waste it by just breaking the world again a whole new way.

He decides (though he knows it will be Extremely Difficult), to keep his head down and try to figure out exactly what the context is, put things in place to unravel the preliminaries as best he can, and then murder Palpatine in the face.

Of course, Anakin has never been very good at playing the long game.

(Even as Vader)

And he learns, pretty quickly, that Qui-Gon…has many talents, and is a very good Master for him in many ways but…yeah, not so much that.

(Qui-Gon may, in fact, be worse at long-range planning than he is. He never thought he’d see the day…)

So, after a year or two, he gives in and admits he needs additional help. And there’s really only one person he can turn to.

The problem is, Obi-Wan has been…not very much at the Temple since Anakin arrived. And when he is, he tends to avoid Anakin and Qui-Gon as much as he can.

But they were friends before—while they were alive, and then again, after Luke saved him and they found each other in the Force again.

Anakin is sure that, if he just has the opportunity to talk to Obi-Wan, they will be again…

Of course, before Anakin can approach Obi-Wan, guess whose turn it is now to land in the past!

Obi-Wan wakes up in the middle of a mission, about a year and a half after Anakin got back.

He realizes he’s time-travelled pretty quickly. He sort of vaguely remembers this mission? It was one of the ones he went on just after being Knighted, when Anakin was still too young and inexperienced to accompany him.

(Not a very memorable mission, though. The Force is being kind; he’s going to get enough shocks to the system over the next few days.)

So, once he processes that, he’s pretty happy about it. He can change the past! Fix things! Save Anakin! Not lose EVERYONE all over again!

(well, all right, he’s too late to save Qui-Gon but still)

It’ll take some doing, of course; to unravel everything Palpatine’s already put in place. Make sure he ties up all the loose ends.

(it might well take him the full ten/twelve years he has, even; he’ll need to find actual evidence of what he knows, probably, and explain how he got there some credible way, in order to actually get this right.)

But first…

But first, he gets to see his brother again. And, yes, they found each other in the Force, and everything was all right in the end, but…but this is a second chance.

He’s very much looking forward to it.

So, he wraps up his mission and sends a preliminary report back to the Temple, and then thinks—I’m not too far from the Arkanis sector.

That’s a problem we really don’t need eight years from now.

Besides, from everything he’s heard of her, Shmi Skywalker deserved so much better.

He gets to Mos Espa, and tracks down Watto (he never saw me before, I can do this discreetly and not have to deal with the Council asking Questions I haven’t yet decided how to answer) and finds out—

“The Jedi came through and bought her from me over a year ago.”

And there’s a sort of…brain-glitch moment there, where two conflicting sets of memories over the past two years try to integrate.

At which point he’s absolutely positive that someone else is time-travelling, and he figures it’s either Yoda, Anakin, or Qui-Gon himself. He won’t know for 100% sure, though, not until they actually meet.

I have to get back to the Temple now.

He makes his excuses to Watto, grumbling rather convincingly, he hopes, and disappears off into the sunset, back to his ship and Coruscant.

He gets to the Temple hangar, and Anakin is actually there, waiting for him. And he knows.

Anakin’s eyes go huge, and his shields slam down. He’s clearly unsure exactly how to proceed. He had this All Figured Out, and suddenly he’s dealing with his Obi-Wan, the one he loved and lost and found again, instead of the one from this timeline, and…and…

Obi-Wan nudges his shields a little, and offers a very brief smile—it’s okay, we did find each other again, you came back.

Anakin brightens and tries to hide it.

(badly, as always)

But they’re still in the Temple hangar at the moment, and Anakin is probably Supposed To Be Elsewhere right now.

“Meet me on the roof tonight,” he murmurs as he passes.

Anakin nods, then scampers off to whatever he’s supposed to be doing.

(Obi-Wan decides it’s probably better to approach Qui-Gon after he and Anakin have talked properly. But that’s his next step.)

Anakin’s very Nervous again when he gets up to the roof that night. He’s had all day to fret about it, after all.

But as soon as Obi-Wan gets up there—a couple minutes after Anakin does—he immediately hugs his little brother.

Anakin clings tighter than he remembered knowing how to.

And for a very long moment, they just stand there, clinging to one another, on the Temple roof.

(they don’t speak)

(at this point, they don’t need words)

And then they start talking—Anakin reveals how long he’s been here, and admits that he’s a little lost how to proceed.

“My memories aren’t totally reliable,” he says. “I think my brain was too small when I landed. And you’d think it would get easier as I physically matured, but…”

“Maybe in a few more years,” Obi-Wan suggests.

“Maybe.”

Obi-Wan agrees with Anakin that they shouldn’t just go for Palpatine right away.

(for one thing, if they don’t have any actual evidence, that risks pitting the Senate and the Jedi against one another which would…would not end well.)

So, they decide that Obi-Wan will try to research, find actual evidence that leads them to Kamino and Geonosis. Because “I had a vision” might satisfy the Council (“we came from the future” is slightly less likely, but still within the realms of possibility), but even if they manage to cultivate allies in the Senate, they will never convince that august body of Palpatine’s evil with that alone.

“With any luck, this won’t take too long. I know more or less what I’m looking for, and I have a little more freedom to maneuver.”

“Because you don’t have a small child tagging along this time?” Anakin suggests dryly.

“Partly, yes,” Obi-Wan says, with a smile. “The point is, I’m sure I’ll find something that leads me to Kamino, and we’ll go from there.”

“Without letting him know we’re on to him.”

“Ideally, yes.”

Anakin, they decide, will try to figure out how to deal with the chips. Just in case.

“It might take some time,” he warns. “The interface between the organic and the machine parts is where I always had trouble. Even with the…the suit, later.”

Obi-Wan nods. “But we have eight years,” he says. “Surely, between the two of us, we’ll pull this off.”

“Hey, we’ve pulled off wins against worse odds before,” Anakin agrees, with a very familiar spark in his eyes.

(Obi-Wan’s heart soars a little at the sight.)

For two years, everything goes reasonably well. They make progress, Obi-Wan foils a few schemes (so do Anakin and Qui-Gon).

(Obi-Wan also patches things up with his old Master)

The three of them are a family. They’re actually happy.

But there is a Problem on the horizon.

Palpatine hasn’t quite figured out that Obi-Wan and Anakin are on to him. Obi-Wan is too careful for that, too used to being undergound, and Anakin doesn’t have the access to really make an impact.

But Qui-Gon—Qui-Gon hasn’t been allowing Palpatine the access he wants.

Naturally, the solution to this problem is to arrange his murder.

Neither of the boys takes Qui-Gon’s death well.

For Obi-Wan—well, it’s like Maul all over again; better in some ways because he had more time with his Master; worse in others because just when they reconnected he lost him again.

For Anakin—oh, the guilt. Beside which, he had actually bonded with Qui-Gon this time around, so…the guilt and the grief and everything in him wants to lash out.

(that’s what he does when he’s grieving, after all)

(he lashes out)

(and the worst of it is—the worst of it is, he knows exactly why this happened)

(and it’s all his fault)

(Qui-Gon was killed because of him.)

Obi-Wan figures out this is going down (or at least the first part of it) which is what pulls him out of his own grief spiral and goes to calm him down.

And Anakin starts to withdraw because—because how can he face Obi-Wan, after this—

“Don’t—don’t—don’t shut me out, Anakin, please—”

And that’s all it takes and they both basically break down and cling again, just like on the Temple roof two years before, only…only…

A few days later, they have a strangely familiar conversation at a too-familiar funeral, and Obi-Wan takes over Anakin’s training.

The two of them fall into old patterns—or, well, something very, very close to them. Since they’re not willing to read the Council in on things, they’re also running regular missions along the side. But they continue to interfere with Palpatine’s plans whenever they detect them, and keep looking for the full web so they can safely remove the spider at its heart.

Palpatine, of course, has backup plans for his backup plans, so he can always course-correct. On the other hand, frustratingly, he doesn’t have any more access to the boy than he did with Jinn involved, and cannot risk another murder.

So, he keeps trying to gain access, and keeps adjusting his overall plans as necessary.

Some ground is gained, but some is lost. Their slow underground solitary war does show some progress, if glacial. And the day to day missions take up enough of their time and focus that, while they are making strides in the longer game, years pass before they even realize it.

And then, Anakin and Obi-Wan are at last sent to mediate a border dispute on Ansion.

They are once again arguing about Anakin’s Trials, just like the first time around.

But this time, they’re taking the opposite sides.

“No, Master, I’m not ready, I need a restraining bolt, I can’t do this.”

(remember what I almost did after he died, Master? You pulled me back. I need you there to pull me back.)

“Anakin, you are clearly ready, I don’t think you do at this point, and the Council is starting to Drop Hints at me about holding you back.”

“No. No, no, no, I can’t do this.”

Obi-Wan sighs and drops the subject for now.

Anyway. Ansion. Anakin seems uneasy, on edge.

“I don’t know. I feel like this mission is Significant somehow, but I can’t place it.”

(karking unreliable memories)

Obi-Wan doesn’t really recall it, either.

“It’ll come to one of us if it really is that important.”

They complete their mission, and then, on the way back to Coruscant—

“Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, I figured it out.”

“What?”

“Why this mission is so important.”

“Yes?”

“It’s the last one. Before—before Kamino. And First Geonosis. And…Varykino.”

“Oh. …oh.”

Obi-Wan tries to figure out a solution—had things really gone that far already? Where did the time go we’re not ready yet—and the best he can come up with is trying to switch places; perhaps using Anakin’s Trials as an excuse to send him to Kamino, while Obi-Wan guards the Senator.

“If the Council goes for it, I’ll do it,” Anakin says.

But first, they have to deal with the initial half of the mission—seeing Padme again; meeting the bounty hunter, finding, at least, a genuine breadcrumb that will take them to Kamino.

AND NOW, at long last, GUESS WHOSE TURN IT IS TO TRAVEL BACK IN TIME!

Padme wakes up on the approach to Coruscant.

Like Obi-Wan (and unlike Anakin), she figures out she’s time-traveled pretty quickly.

(she mucks around with the landing gear, and is able to do just enough to save Corde’s life, even if she can’t totally prevent the explosion)

And that just confirms it—she’s in the past, this is real, she can change things. She can save the Republic. Save Anakin.

(even if she was wrong when she died, and she doesn’t think she is, she knows there’s still good in him now. She can save him, here and now. She is not going to lose him again.)

Speaking with Palpatine himself again is—not easy. Mostly because she is nearly overcome with the desire to rip his karking face off.

(she focuses on the mental image of Corde in the medcenter instead, because she’s angry about that, too)

(it seems to work; his slimy, false sympathy is exactly as it was the last time)

(This, incidentally, is why Padme has to land so late. The same reason, basically, why Anakin had to land so early—without a damn good reason, she would just haul off and murder Palpatine in the face.)

(And she’s smart enough to know that she has to wait until she takes steps to counteract the inevitable power vacuum, especially with Dooku still out there.)

(But if she landed before he was this entrenched….?)

(Yeah. Murder. All of the murder. Right in the face.)

But then—after suffering through her audience with Palpatine—then she gets to see Obi-Wan and Anakin again.

And there’s a moment of—the last time she saw him, he did go mad and try to murder her. What if she reacts to that, instead of the person he is in the here and now?

(…I will cross that bridge if I come to it, she decides.)

Of course, when she sees him again—

This is her Anakin. Not the one she lost on Mustafar, the one she found at Varykino.

(well, not quite; maybe a little later; a year or two into the War, after he had Ahsoka, before things got too bleak and never-ending; when he was a little bit scarred, a little bit shadowed, but still the golden boy she loved.)

Anakin is just as much of A Mess as he was the first time around.

(if not more)

(Obi-Wan would very much like to bang his head against the wall but he is A Professional, so instead he steps on Anakin’s foot and takes control of the conversation)

(he’s also extremely—if decorously—happy to see Padme alive again like this)

Padme does not actually sleep that night; she remembers those creepy worm things and she knows they’re coming this time.

(“maybe one of us should hang out on the roof, pounce on the droid before it cuts through the window,” Anakin says, “and by one of us I mean me can I please go dive off a roof onto a droid?”)

(“fine, as long as you don’t mock my driving when I pick you up. And we are not taking your shortcut again.”)

(“you never let me have any fun.”)

(“I’m letting you jump off the roof!”)

(Padme watches Anakin fall past the window a few hours later, crashing into the droid and disappearing from view)

(...that’s...different...)

But, long story short, they get their dart breadcrumb. As promised, Obi-Wan speaks to the Council, but they refuse to switch the assignments from what they see as the logical one.

(Anakin is kind of torn between terror and elation and Angst)

(“everything will be fine,” Obi-Wan promises him)

Padme is mostly pleased. She’s still pissed that she has to miss the Military Creation Act vote, but, on the other hand, cementing her relationship with Anakin is almost as important in the long run.

(especially since the War, at this point, is inevitable)

(at some point, while they’re getting ready to go, Anakin mentions Qui-Gon to her; and she has the same sort of brief brain-lag memory-integration Moment Obi-Wan did on Tatooine eight years before)

(Anakin panics for a second “what did I do wrong this time DDDDDDD:”)

(but she does recenter, and figures—well, this isn’t all that much more weird than the concept of time travel in and of itself; question is, does this make her job easier or harder…)

(one thing she is absolutely sure of, though, is that Anakin can never know what she’s seen. It would break him, and she will not let that happen. She’s going to get it right this time. She’s going to save him.)

The two of them continue on to Varykino, and Padme notices more strange things that don’t quite add up.

Anakin is—shy. Definitely interested in her; just as transparent as the last time, but every time they start to get close, to touch, to kiss—he pulls back as if he was burned.

And what follows is, essentially, a role-reversal of their canon courtship.

(complete with Melodrama by the fireside, where Anakin tells her they Can’t Be Together and then flees the scene and Padme promptly bursts into tears because, to her, it feels like her husband of three years just left her, nevermind that he isn’t her husband yet, and…)

(“It would destroy us,” he says; knowing how it would.)

(“I look at you, and I can’t breathe,” he says; hearing the echo of the monster that still lives inside him.)

(“I am here to protect you,” he says; meaning so much more than she can possibly understand.)

(because, whatever else happens, she can never know what he’s done. It would destroy her. And he cannot let that happen. He’s going to get it right this time. He’s going to save her.)

So they spend the next few days Pining. There is so much pining going on, guys.

(lightyears away, Obi-Wan is very glad he’s lightyears away from all of this.)

Obi-Wan’s thread is basically a much smoother, more deliberate progression of his canon plotline.

Again, he needs actual Evidence that will be acceptable to the Senate, not just the Council.

Of course, when he gets to Geonosis, he has absolutely no intention of getting arrested again. He could do without reliving that particular adventure, thank you very much.

So he picks somewhere less exposed to send his message summoning reinforcements.

(and still gets spotted and captured, because the universe likes to mock his pain)

Anakin facepalms a little, but—well, he needed an excuse to go to Geonosis.

If I can get this part right this time, if I can kill Dooku right from the start—I can’t think of a better way to hamper the Emperor’s plans.

Padme promptly announces she’s going to rescue Obi-Wan, just like she did the first time.

Anakin tries to talk her out of coming along.

(It is very, very difficult, he now remembers, to talk Padme out of anything. Especially where Righting Wrongs and Triumphing Over Evil and Saving People is concerned.)

(he loves her so much when she gets that look in her eyes; a part of him is dying a little but he follows her; he will always, always follow her)

Anakin smiles that little crooked smile of his, the one that means explosions and death-defying recklessness and somehow saving the day nonetheless.

(she loves that smile; almost as much as she loves the full, bright, soft one that’s just for her; a part of her is dying inside, knowing that she might never actually see it again, but she stands at his side; she will always, always stand at his side)

They work their way through the factory, doing a little bit better than the first time, since they know their way around.

But, because they are still Reckless and Unsubtle, they get caught.

As they’re being brought into the arena, just like before, Padme tries one last desperate confession.

(she’d hoped it wouldn’t take a mutual near-death experience like it did for her, but it’s worth a shot)

(and he knows he shouldn’t—not until after Palpatine is dead and his mission is complete—but…but she loves him. She said so.)

(and he kisses her, once, before they’re wheeled into the arena.)

The next bit goes…eh, more or less as it does in canon.

Until they catch up to Dooku in that cave.

…well, okay, for a few minutes longer. Anakin, overconfident and riding the most glorious high of his life, still rushes in heedlessly.

He manages to catch the lightning, but he’s lost vital ground, and he’d—forgotten how skilled Dooku was.

(in his defense, he had defeated him legitimately before murdering him last time!)

Eventually, he sees an opening—the opening—for a clean kill.

But he’s at a bad angle, and Dooku is too focused…

(Obi-Wan will figure it out, he reasons, in the split second he notices it, and steps forward to make a sacrifice)

Dooku misses the fork, takes the bait, makes for the opening Anakin has given him—and strikes true.

But leaves himself open to Obi-Wan who does not hesitate to take his shot.

So, here is what has and hasn’t changed—Anakin still loses his right arm; but Dooku dies at First Geonosis.

Obi-Wan deactivates his saber and steps over Dooku’s body, running to Anakin.

“I’d forgotten,” Anakin mumbles, “how much that hurt…”

“You didn’t have to do that, my friend,” Obi-Wan says, trying to push soothing, comforting pulses along their bond as they wait for help to arrive.

Anakin shakes his head. “Needed t’distract him. So you could get him and he wouldn’t get away this time.”

Obi-Wan sighs.

Padme bursts in a moment later.

“Ani!”

Obi-Wan shifts to allow her room; lets her cling to Anakin’s remaining hand.

(he is, of course, completely unsurprised by this turn of events)

Later, when Padme and Anakin get back from Naboo, they confess to Obi-Wan almost immediately.

“I thought,” Obi-Wan says, when he and Anakin are speaking privately afterwards, “that you were going to try to—that you were going to wait until Palpatine was dead. Just to be safe.”

“I know. But…but it’s really, really hard to…I couldn’t say no to her, Master,” Anakin says. “She…I’d forgotten how much she…I’d forgotten.” And then he smiles, softly.

“Don’t misunderstand,” he says. “I don’t disapprove. I just—you…you are aware I knew from the beginning last time, right?”

“I—wait, what?”

“You two,” Obi-Wan says, patiently, “are not remotely subtle.”

“…you never said anything…”

“You made each other happy,” he says. “Besides, I was hoping you would come to me, eventually.”

“I should have,” Anakin says.

Obi-Wan doesn’t disagree. “Just…don’t shut me out this time, all right? Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together. But I can’t help you if you don’t let me.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“And—are you sure this is how you want to proceed?” Obi-Wan says.

Anakin thinks for a minute then nods. “She loves me. And I love her. And she asked me and I couldn’t…yes, this is how I want to proceed.” He pauses, laughs a little. “And I never could say no to her, anyway. Not until I was too far gone to listen to anyone. So, if I’m still listening to her, if I still can’t say no to her, I’m doing all right. Right?”

Obi-Wan is Very Very Tired right now. And wants to bang his head against the wall.

(it’s the same problem they’ve been running into with his Trials, all over again)

He chooses not to answer that just now. Instead, he says, “all right, but you have to tell her.”

Anakin’s face drops. “I can’t,” he says. “It would only hurt her.”

“Someday, the truth will come out,” he says. “And the longer you wait, the worse it will be.”

“I can’t,” he says. “What good would it do, to tell her about a horrible future that will not happen?”

“I won’t make you,” Obi-Wan says, after a moment. “But keeping this from her is a mistake. I genuinely believe that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Anakin says, reluctantly, but has no intention of changing his mind.

And so, the War.

Anakin does have the chips sorted, mostly, and he and Obi-Wan start very carefully working through the 212th and 501st, with the intention of moving on to the rest of the army as soon as they can.

They also have the Actual War to fight, which takes up a lot of time and energy. Even with Dooku dead, the Separatists have enough steam to keep this up for at least a year or so.

Padme is carefully, carefully manipulating events so Bail or Mon (Bail is a little more experienced, but Mon, not being Chandrilla’s ruler’s consort, will have an easier time transitioning from representing her home planet to overseeing the whole galaxy) will be able to take power after Palpatine is removed.

And spending as much time with Anakin as possible.

(He doesn’t really object to this. He’s enjoying this all while it lasts.)

Obi-Wan and Anakin talk, early on, about whether or not to request Ahsoka—eventually settle on yes, because she’s good for them. They all work so well together.

(besides, Anakin is almost entirely happy for this brief moment; this was the best year of his life the first time around, and he has the opportunity to have his family back together and…)

(Obi-Wan doesn’t disagree.)

Ahsoka, of course, has no idea of all of this going on under the surface, but she bonds with her Masters and with Rex and with Padme (who is so happy to see her again she has trouble hiding it)…she’s so relieved that her being assigned to Master Skywalker has worked out so well for everyone involved.

But eventually, things must come to a head. And, after a year, Anakin gets a little nudge.

(It’s time.)

This is—oh, we’ll call it during the Tiny Angry Boba Fett arc.

(this was not one of the missions Anakin remembered with any clarity, incidentally.)

(it was somewhat disconcerting to see tiny Fett, though.)

(having on a Very Significant Occasion worked with the full-sized version…)

Obi-Wan is in the field doing…I honestly can’t recall what he was doing, but it might be different in this timeline anyway. Point is, he’s off fighting.

Ahsoka, of course, is off with Plo, Investigating.

Anakin is stuck at the Temple recovering from his injuries.

(with Mace Windu right there)

(as some of you may be aware, I am very fond of inversions and role-reversals and parallels…see also the Rabbit Hole AU; and there’s a future Precipice plot thread that you can probably guess, given that…)

(they’re still not friends; they probably never will be; but they work together at least as well as they did the first time around)

(maybe a little better, even, because Anakin understands him, somewhat)

And Anakin gets that little nudge and, while Mace is asleep or meditating or something, sneaks out. He goes, at long last, to confront Palpatine.

Palpatine is slightly surprised, but not at all displeased, to hear that General Skywalker has requested to meet with him.

(he’s made little drips of contact through the years, but never quite enough to catch on, fortunately)

(at last, he thinks, the seeds he planted are bearing fruit!)

And then Anakin gets into the office.

(and turns on a recording device he’s built into his arm)

(he’s not quite sure why that’s so important to him to install it, but it is)·

(some deep-buried part of him remembers everything that led to Ahsoka’s trial and is covering ALL HIS BASES)

And then he drops his shields.

Palpatine pauses for a split second, calculating his best response.

Option one: kill Skywalker here, find a way to explain it—ah, yes; an assassin, the young Jedi heroically saved his life, unfortunately sacrificing himself in the process. This is the safest option; Skywalker knows far too much, after all. Best to dispatch the threat quickly.

Option two: subdue Skywalker and take some time to learn how the hell he got this much knowledge of the future. This idea is not without risk—harder to explain away, for one thing—but given how several of his schemes have quietly unraveled over the past few years, it might be a bigger threat to remove his only potential source of information. There may be others who have this knowledge, after all.

He settles on Option Two.

Just as Anakin had hoped, Palpatine begins to stall, drawing out the conversation, looking for an opportunity to subdue him nonfatally.

Keep him talking, Anakin thinks. Long enough to say something truly incriminating, and help Padme and Obi-Wan with the aftermath.

(but just for the two of them; he’s pretty sure he’s not walking out of this confrontation alive.)

(he was already injured, after all, and while he’s mostly healed, it’s a profound disadvantage in a fight like this)

(and he’s made his peace with that)

(he’s not really built for peacetime, after all)

(nor does he deserve it, really)

(he just…he wishes it hadn’t come so soon.)

(it’s too early; Luke and Leia won’t exist now, and that’s—that’s something he really, really wants to happen; but…he trusts the Force to tell him when the time is right, and the time is right to end Palpatine now; he cannot risk failing by delaying)

(so he regrets, a little, but he has faith in Padme and Obi-Wan, absolute faith, that they will see this through, after he does his part.)

Palpatine notices the instant Anakin’s tactics change; realizes there must be a recording device somewhere; how could this happen, how could this notoriously unsubtle child get that past me? His arm. It must be in his arm; I need to make sure it’s destroyed when I kill him—

He lashes out; lightning, of course—but not quite quickly enough to stop Anakin running him through.

Anakin staggers a little, fighting to stay conscious as the lightning burns through him, his arm sparking madly (but the part of him that planned for this planned for that too; the recorder is safe); and Palpatine—Palpatine has one last trick up his sleeve.

He has a knife in his boot, a last-ditch self-defense weapon; dipped in poison because he never does anything halfway. He buries it in Anakin’s side, using his last moments to make sure he takes Skywalker with him.

MEANWHILE, back at the Temple

Mace wakes up, and immediately notices Anakin is gone.

He gets up, snags a passing Healer, brushes aside her remonstrances.

“Was Skywalker discharged?”

“What? No, of course not, why--?”

Mace doesn’t bother answering. Just pushes past her and bolts after Skywalker.

He gets to Palpatine’s office in time to see the lightning and both stabbings.

And, despite the concussion, as he is in a much clearer/steadier frame of mind than Anakin was the first time around, Mace is able to evaluate the situation more or less accurately, and does not draw on Anakin.

Instead, he asks, “….Skywalker, what the hell is going on here?”

Okay, he can clearly see that Palpatine was the Sith Lord—which is going to take a hell of a lot of explaining what the hell—but how Skywalker knew—

“That’s…a very long story, Master.” He detaches his prosthetic, and passes it over. “Evidence. I recorded everything.”

Mace stares at Anakin. Stares at the prosthetic. Stares at Palpatine’s smoldering body.

(his half-healed concussion-induced headache is getting worse by the millisecond)

He finds the recording, skims through it—

“…all right. I’m going to get the guards to secure the scene,” he says. Then, eyeing Anakin, “also a medic. Stay put, Skywalker.”

“Sure,” Anakin says, and closes his eyes.

Mace turns off the recording and heads off, holding on to the arm.

And Anakin—Anakin is really feeling the poison burning through him now. He yanks the knife out—he tries to purge the toxin, but he’s not strong enough; not after the lightning; not while he’s bleeding like this.

Padme, he thinks. I can’t—I can’t see Obi-Wan, I can’t see Ahsoka, I can’t see everyone I love to say...but I have to…I have to…

(Obi-Wan, of course, is already on his way back to Corucsant. He has a Very Bad Feeling right about now, and picks up the pace, flying with a recklessness that Anakin might appreciate, if he were here)

He drags himself to his feet, wraps his cloak tightly around himself and hopes it will hide the blood, before sneaking off.

He manages to get to Padme’s apartment without passing out; rings the buzzer.

She comes to the door. “Ani!” She blinks, then stiffens, alarmed. “What…what happened to your arm?”

“S’all right,” he says. “S’evidence. I need…I need…”

She takes his hand and pulls him over to the couch. ��Evidence? What do--are you all right? You don’t…you don’t look well. I thought you were stuck in the Temple? Ahsoka said something about an explosion…” She presses a hand to his cheek, checking for fever; but he feels cool to her touch.

“I was,” he says, then takes an unsteady breath. “I need…there’s some…some things I need to tell you; Obi-Wan kept saying I should, for months, but I…I couldn’t…please, just…just let me finish, before you say anything?”

And he turns such haunted, weary eyes to her that even if she wanted to, she couldn’t say no.

“Of course,” she says. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

He nods; his breath is coming a little short now, and her face is starting to blur in front of him. “I…I just assassinated the Chancellor.”

That was—that was not at all what she’d been expecting to hear. “What?” she whispers.

“He—he was evil, Padme, or I wouldn’t have—you have to believe I wouldn’t have—the…the…the proof, there’ll be proof soon. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” He blinks. “The reason I knew is because…because I…in another life, I…I helped him to…to destroy it. Everything. We…we burned it all to the ground, but I got…I got another chance, I got sent back and I…I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I did such…such terrible things, and…” He stops, trying to catch his breath. “I’ll go. I’ll—”

She catches him before he can rise. “I know,” she says. “I know, I…”

He stares at her. “…what…?”

“I got sent back, too.” She kisses him, gently. “And I couldn’t…I didn’t want to hurt you, I didn’t want you to hate yourself for things you hadn’t done yet, so I…I didn’t say anything either. But it’s okay, because you…you came back, I always knew you could, I told Obi-Wan, and…and we’re both here now. That’s what matters. We’re both here, and you’re you again, and...”

His head is spinning. “You…you don’t…you thought I was…?”

(her face flickers in front of his; warm brown eyes replaced by earnest blue ones, I’ve got to save you; you already have)

“I knew you were,” she says, and kisses him again.

And then she feels something wet on her hand.

“…you’re bleeding!”

He catches her hand. He’s really short of breath now, and she can feel his heartbeat fluttering under her fingers. “S’all right,” he says again. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t be stupid,” she says. “You’ll be okay, I’m gonna get help, we’ll get you fixed up, you’ll be—”

He shakes his head. “Maybe—maybe it’s…it’s better this way, I can’t…I can’t break…”

“Don’t talk like that,” she says. “It’s not, it’s—no, Ani—”

“Least I…least I got to see you again,” he says, then, “I love you. Always, always loved you.”

“No,” she says, “no, no, no, you can’t—we—we fixed it, Ani, I don’t think we get another do-over you can’t…you can’t do this, don’t leave me, please, please, stay with me…”

And then he passes out.

When he doesn’t answer, she yells; all pretense at secrecy forgotten; for one of her handmaidens to go find a doctor.

Obi-Wan, meanwhile, has landed on Coruscant and follows his instincts, heading straight for Palpatine’s office. He arrives not long after Mace realizes Anakin has slipped off again.

“Obi-Wan,” Mace says. “What are you doing here?”

Obi-Wan takes in the scene with a glance—the blood; Palpatine’s body which looks so much smaller and less intimidating in death—and all he says is, “where’s Anakin?”

“I’m not sure,” Mace admits. “I turned away for a moment and when I got back he was gone.”

“He—how badly was he hurt?”

“Badly,” Mace says, “or I wouldn’t have left him alone. He was conscious, and lucid, but I didn’t think he could stand, let alone…”

“Damn it,” Obi-Wan says, half under his breath, “damn it, Anakin, you promised you wouldn’t shut me out, we were supposed to do this together—”

“…what.” Mace says.

…oh, not good, Obi-Wan thinks, realizing he’d just said that out loud.

“Obi-Wan, do you have any idea what the hell is going on here?”

“I—”

And then he spots the dagger on the floor, where Anakin dropped it.

Very, very carefully, he picks it up by the handle.

Mace catches his thoughts immediately. Explanations can wait. “I’ll pass this on to the medics,” he says, taking it from Obi-Wan’s hands. “Go find Skywalker.”

(as if Obi-Wan needs to be told)

(as if Obi-Wan really needs to look that hard)

(use your feelings, Obi-Wan, and find him, you will)

Padme looks up when her door opens, still cradling Anakin, hoping it’s the doctor that Elle ran for, but—

“Obi-Wan,” she says, and their eyes meet—

And he knows.

“…when he wakes,” he says, his voice shaking just a little, “when…when Anakin wakes, the three of us need to have a very, very long conversation.”

Her eyes widen, comprehending, and she nods.

And, just as he did for her on Geonosis, she shifts her position, making room for him.

He rests a hand on Anakin’s forehead; healing isn’t his strong suit but he does everything he can to hold Anakin there with them, until the doctor finally, finally arrives.

And, because this is already waaaaaaaaaay longer than I thought it would be, a brief epilogue/summary:

Anakin spends the next couple weeks pretty out of it, while Obi-Wan accounts to the Council and Padme and Mace explain Palpatine’s death.

(but he does survive; it would hardly be a proper fix-it if I gave him an actual Cyrano ending, now would it)

Bail is appointed interim Chancellor while everything is sorted out, but steps down/does not become permanent Chancellor. Probably Mon does.

When Anakin is conscious and lucid enough, he is debriefed; after a great deal of discussion with Mace, with Yoda, and, most importantly, with Obi-Wan and Padme and Ahsoka, he decides to leave the Order.

(Padme takes a brief leave of absence from the Senate, and takes him to Varykino to continue to recuperate, and so they can really figure out where they are as a couple now, with everything they know, with everything they lived through and then averted. But she does go back to work after a month or two)

(Obi-Wan takes over Ahsoka’s training; but it’s more or less understood that he will resign and join the others after he sees her through to her Trials)

Ahsoka actually stays with the Order in this timeline; becoming weaponsmaster after Master Draillig retires.

(but when the twins and their eventual little sisters are born, she revels in being Aunt Ahsoka, and visits as often as she can)

And from there…well, all kinds of things could happen, with the Galaxy reshaped and set back on track.

The important thing is, though, Our Heroes have all the time in the world to figure it out.

#au outlines for the win #shadowsong writes star wars #shadowsong26fic

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brothers-all · 7 years ago

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Vod’ika 13

Alrighty, new chapter! Another request, this time from GreyjoyStarkgirl1985. I just wanted to let you all know I'll probably take a short break from posting chapters on this story, since Memory (Tome'tayl) is now getting updated - thanks for understanding and feel free to read that one!

Okay, so, this is another fun one, so don't look too much into it xD Read, review and enjoy~

As things were, he really wished an alert came up. Maybe a Separatist attack. A distress call. Anything really, that would make these idiots stop trying to kill each other with anything they could get their hands on. But at least this time, he got his mug of caf.

"Are you sure you don't need any help? No negotiations gone wrong? No Grievous super weapons? Nothing?" Rex asked, sitting by a desk with the holo-com on.

"Is it really that bad? I mean, we've never had this, but given what you told me last time, I'd figure they'd learn," Cody couldn't stop smiling at his friend's misery.

"I haven't stepped out my room this morning, Cody. I don't want to see Dogma running around, hair dyed a blinding yellow, screaming with a voice higher than a Bith on Dreamdust again," the Commander laughed full out at that and the Captain just sighed.

"I never imagined this is what the 501st would do with a week of free time," Cody managed to calm down enough to speak.

"Believe me, I had better plans…" there was a crash outside his room, followed by curses before it stopped. They probably realized who was behind the door.

"You should make sure no one's gotten really hurt," Rex was already standing, putting on the last pieces of his armor.

"Well, after a rookie messed up and dragged the General into this, he set up some ground rules. No damage to the ship. No permeant marks. No fights. Also, pretty sure they're scared of every single medic," he smirked at the amused expression of the older man.

"Well, at least you have someone on your side."

"Yeah, well, Ahsoka is also joining in on the fun so…"

"They're just letting the stress out, you know that."

"I know; I know… And that's the only reason I'm really allowing it."

"Well, good luck Rex ol' boy."

"Thanks, I just might need it."

He opened the door and heard someone running down the hall. With a sigh, he stepped out, determine to at least get to the mess hall. He wasn't entirely sure if it was just luck, or if the others were too scared to, but he hasn't gotten pranked himself. So far.

"Morning Captain," he saw Jesse appear out of nowhere, smiling.

"Morning," he nodded back and spotted Tup running towards them. Seemed normal enough, though he saw leftovers of something on his cheek.

"Wait up sir!" the rookie looked a bit panicked but became relieved as he joined them.

"You two seem unharmed so far," Rex raised an eyebrow as they moved.

"Well, mine wasn't so bad… glasses, hearts and whiskers drawn with a marker," Tup admitted, giving a weak smile.

"Yeah, well, I was lucky," Jesse grumbled, looking over his shoulder.

"…Lemme guess, I'm a 'safe spot' from all you idiots," Rex let out another sigh, spotting Hardcase planning to toss a bucket of… something on either of those two, but as soon as he saw the Captain, stopped himself.

"Kinda, yeah. So is the General and medics. I think they're leaving Joker alone too, but he probably bribed them…" again, the blonde could only sigh. Just, make it to the mess hall.

The doors opened and the Captain heard a call of 'Ah, kriff, no!' and had just enough instincts to duck. Jesse and Tup both let out yelps as something landed on their faces.

"He's fast…" Cinder whispered as Rex stood back up, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, lucky for us…" Fives whispered back.

Tup and Jesse wiped off what landed on their faces and turned around, grumbling something under their breathes. They weren't going in there for a while again…

Looking around the mess, the blonde saw many of the men were already settled, chatting and eating. Naturally, none of them wanted to mess around with 'Captain Killjoy' here, but he could live with that.

"Rex," Kix nodded in a greeting and the blonde gave a nod back. "Finally woke up I see," Kix himself only had a mug of caf.

"I wish I hadn't…" the blonde sighed when he got his own mug of caf.

"I'm just waiting around to see if anything happens… I swear, this is going to be one long week…" the medic saw Oz enter with his hair spikier than a Trandoshan's teeth.

"I don't know, maybe they'll freshen up soon and stop," Rex shrugged and Kix gave him a look. Was that mischief he saw in the Captain's eyes?

"I should probably head back… Reports to do and things to consider," the older man refilled his mug to the top. "Mind making sure all the equipment in the infirmary is working fine later?" he took a step before turning and asking.

"Sure thing," Kix nodded a bit confused, but the Captain was gone soon after.

The day was coming to a close and most were heading back to the barracks for some rest. But even there, hardly anyone was safe.

"Oh, haha guys, real funny…" Echo sighed, seeing only a towel left in the fresher.

"Be happy that's all they did to you…" Jesse emerged from the fresher, his skin a deep blue. Echo snickered, but managed to control himself. Fives and Hardcase however, were heard laughing from outside. A few others had ignored the fresher for that very purpose and were planning to get to bed, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Fives called, putting off his armor. Again, only a knock.

"Oh I'm not falling for that one," Jesse rolled his eyes, not giving the door a second look. The knocking came again.

"C'mon man, cut it out," Hardcase had enough and walked to the door, opening it only to find… emptiness. Moments later, the lights everywhere were turned off.

"What the-?!" the boys panicked and shared a look. There was a crash as Oz tried to get out of bed but smacked his head into a wall and everyone jumped.

"Not funny!" Echo called, still only in a towel.

"Powers out everywhere!" Hardcase called, standing in the hall.

"Yeah, same here!" another brother yelled from further down as everyone got out to check what was going on.

Kix was just planning to head to bed when he passed the infirmary and remembered what Rex wanted him to do. With a sigh, he decided to check the machines – got nothing better to do anyway. He approached the first one, when he spotted a bucket on it.

"Night vision?" he checked and saw it was already activated, but there was no mark or name to show who it belonged to. A few seconds later, the lights went dead and he felt a bit of panic, but the doors opened and someone stepped closer.

"Care to join?" Kix put on the bucket, seeing clearly who it was and what they were offering.

"…Do I have a choice?" the medic asked, but already knew the answer.

"I can't find the General, Captain or Commander," Appo said as he stood outside in the hall. Everyone had scattered, trying to figure out what was happening. Some went to check the engine room, but there's been no answer so far.

"What is going on?" Fives was confused, not getting any of it.

"Maybe we should-!" Echo didn't get to finish before he let out a pained yell and dropped to the ground, holding his arm.

"Echo!" Fives dropped down bedside him, reaching for the arm and feeling something sticky and liquid.

"A gunshot?" Appo snapped around, before he himself felt something hit his stomach. He hit the ground as well, holding the spot in pain.

"We're under attack?" Hardcase yelled, hearing more and more brothers drop and groan in pain. Everyone was getting shot down.

"Contact the-!" not even Fives could stand up to the shot as it hit him in the chest. He felt the liquid splatter on him as he dropped in pain.

As he readied himself to head out, he passed a few grumbling brothers. Dogma, Link and Mako were all walking a bit awkwardly, each holding a spot on their body.

"What happened to you?" Rex asked as he passed.

"Someone turned off all the lights last night and had a shot-em-up with paintballs…" Dogma growled, wincing as he moved his shoulder.

"Not one got too hurt, right?" he asked in concern.

"No, we're fine… But we got no idea who actually did it," Link grumbled, rubbing the sore spot on his back.

"I just know we're never getting involved in this thing again," Mako added, shaking his head.

Rex continued down the hall, seeing many more sore and grumpy soldiers. Each one told the same story – some even showed the bruises and left over paint. And yet, no one had a clue as to who made any of this. Some believed it wasn't even one single man.

"Rex," Kix greeted again as the blonde grabbed his mug of caf.

"I see you're not hurt," the Captain gave a weak smile as the medic smirked.

"Yeah, the weirdest thing happened last night…"

"Really now?" at that moment, Skywalker walked inside, heading straight for the caf machine.

"General," the two nodded as the Jedi returned the nod.

"Quite a lot of action last night, wouldn't you agree boys?" Anakin smirked and the two managed to hide their own grins in their mugs.

"No one seems to know who's to blame. But they all agree whoever did it, did so because of revenge. They won't be doing this again any time soon."

"Good to hear. Would hate to have that happen again."

"Morning Skyguy, Rex, Kix," Ahsoka came by, carrying her plate. "Did you know the caf ran out last night?" she smiled at them as they looked down at their mugs.

"Yeah, I don't know what you're drinking, but it's not caf," Kix slowly put the mug down, Rex choked what he just drank out and Anakin's face slowly grew in horror.

"Maybe next time, you'll include me in your prank group," she winked and joined a sore and fuming Fives by the table.

"…I think she officially won…" the medic gave a blank look.

"Ugh, I don't even care anymore…" Rex just wanted the taste out of his mouth.

"At least it's over," Skywalker sighed and just ordered some food.

Cut! As I said, short and fun. GreyjoyStarkgirl1985 - hope you liked it mate! As I said, I'll probably take a small break from posting here, but I'll still write for it so no worries - there is some more to come. Thanks for reading, hope you all enjoyed! Feel free to review what you thought! Till next time~

#my story #Vod'ika #Verde' gehat'ik (Soldiers' story)#captain rex #kix #anakin skywalker #fives #jesse #tup #hardcase #echo #dogma #ahsoka tano

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charity-angel · 7 years ago

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Brothers (3/?)

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To absolutely no-one’s surprise, Anakin enjoyed lightsabre training. For the first session, Obi-Wan allowed Anakin a free rein: a chance to get used to the feel and weight of the training sabres. After that, Obi-Wan slowed things down by introducing the traditional forms. It was a strange thing, to be teaching Shii-Cho: Obi-Wan had mastered that as a youngling, as had every other child of the Temple. A youngling wasn’t deemed capable of attending the Gathering and becoming an Initiate until they had conquered at least the first form of combat.

The change of pace, as well as the more structured teaching, made Anakin chafe a little but his enthusiasm returned as he grew more confident.

Every evening, they had their meals in the Halls of Healing, with Qui-Gon, and shared their day with him. Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon appreciated not only their company, but how much they were including him in how Anakin’s training was progressing.

And Qui-Gon was very much involved: when Ani fell asleep, Obi-Wan would return to the Halls and seek his master’s advice. Was he going too fast? Was he going too slowly? Should he be concerned by the fact that Anakin’s reading ability was so far behind that of the initiates who would become his peers (and hopefully friends)?

Qui-Gon always smiled and told him not to worry so much: he was doing just fine. Anakin seemed to be thriving; he was clean and well-fed, and every apprenticeship progressed at a different rate. And the academic side of things would resolve itself in time, once he began his proper teaching classes. But that wouldn’t happen until Ani had made some headway with meditating.

“We’re getting there,” Obi-Wan said quietly to that statement. “I think, at least. Anakin finds the katas soothing now that he’s mastered the movements. It’s just getting him to let his mind go quiet enough. I keep trying to think how I do it, but I’m not exactly sure.

Qui-Gon pondered that, seemingly as thrown as Obi-Wan was. An inability to meditate wasn’t something any master was used to dealing with – even one as experienced as Qui-Gon. Crèchelings learned to meditate almost before they could communicate or locomote properly. Temporary issues, certainly, but Obi-Wan and his two predecessors would all have come to him fully able.

“Have you tried manual mediation?” he suggested eventually. “It’s a rare form of moving meditation whereby you use a manual task to occupy your mind. Give him something simple, like a mouse droid to repair. That way, he has something to occupy his hands that he already knows how to do, and his mind is free to hear the will of the Force.”

Obi-Wan nodded slowly. He couldn’t understand it personally, but he knew there were some people in the Corps who found peace in tasks involving manual labour or dextrous tasks. He had never heard of anyone like that being apprenticed, though.

“I’ll ask Maintenance if they have a droid we can borrow. Thank you, Master; it’s been frustrating me.”

Qui-Gon brushed his fringe from his eyes. “You worry too much – first-time masters always do. Even I did, and I had been knighted for eight years before I took Feemor on. At least you’re asking for help.”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “Anakin’s your padawan, Master, not mine. I’m just taking care of him for the time being.”

Qui-Gon gave him a small smile. “Well then, you’ll have some practice when you do eventually have one of your own. You look tired, Obi-Wan; where are you sleeping at the moment?”

“On the… on the couch, Master.”

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said with a hint of reproach. “There are two perfectly good beds in our apartment. I imagine Anakin is using the padawan one, but I’m not precisely in a position to use the other at the moment.”

“But, Master…”

“Obi-Wan, you have a young padawan to keep up with, and it is the height of foolishness to be worried about a bed. Now, go and get some proper sleep, my ridiculous padawan.”

Obi-Wan wanted to protest further, but Qui-Gon had a point – four days of sleeplessness while Qui-Gon had been unconscious, followed by over a week on the couch, coupled with running around after a rambunctious pre-teen, had not done him any favours. He trudged back to his rooms and only hesitated momentarily before heading into Qui-Gon’s room. He shed his robes and curled up in the inviting bed. Obi-Wan’s body all but cried out in relief and thanks before he fell into a much-needed sleep.

.oOo.

Qui-Gon’s suggestion about Anakin’s meditation bore fruit. One droid had become ten, and had led to Obi-Wan roping in Garen to see just how well the boy understood machinery. Within an hour he had found and solved an issue that Garen hadn’t even known had existed on his ship.

“Yeah, just find a place to put that blue band,” Garen said, blinking at readouts that announced that his engines were now operating at two hundred and eleven percent efficiency. “Kid’s not going to have any hair showing in that braid at this rate.”

“Tell me about it. So, you think I should petition for him to be put into the advanced engineering class?

Garen turned to him with a look of disbelief. “Obi-Wan, if Anakin isn’t in the class with the seniors, he’s going to be bored senseless. He could teach the other classes.”

Something then occurred to him.

“You’re still taking engineering, aren’t you?”

Obi-Wan nodded reluctantly. “I haven’t been to classes for a while. They gave me a pass while Anakin’s getting settled, but I’ll have to go back soon.”

Garen was clearly trying hard not to laugh. His lips were twitching. “Well, at least he’ll have a friendly face in there with him.”

Obi-Wan grinned suddenly. “I’ll have a lab partner who actually knows what he’s doing.”

Garen glanced back at his diagnostic readouts. “I think I need to go back into the class. Let me know when Anakin starts teaching it and I’ll find a way to get myself an assistant role.”

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak, then thought on it a little further. “I was going to say not to tell Ani that – we don’t want him developing habits like pride, but it might make him feel better about the fact that he’s going to have to take some remedial classes.”

“Really? Still struggling with the Aurebesh, huh?”

Obi-Wan nodded. “You know he answered all the comprehension tests in Basic, but using the Huttese alphabet? That caused the examiners a bit of a headache.”

“He did get the right answers though, didn’t he?”

Obi-Wan glared. “That’s not the point. Not the way they see it, anyway. Anakin argued that he just wanted to be sure that he was answering correctly, and he did go back at the end and begin to transcribe into Aurebesh in the time he had remaining…”

Garen held up a hand. “Obi-Wan Kenobi, you cannot make him go into Aurebesh lessons with the younglings: that’s not fair. It’s bad enough that he’s the only Padawan in the Temple without a lightsabre.”

Obi-Wan froze. He hadn’t even considered that. “I’ll speak to the quartermasters, see if he can borrow a training one until I can get him cleared on Form I. It shouldn’t take too long – he’s a fast learner.”

“Then the Aurebesh issue should sort itself soon enough too,” Garen said as if that was the final word on the matter. When Obi-Wan opened his mouth to argue, he held up a hand.

“Excuse me, but which of us is the actual knight here?”

“Oh, fuck you, Garen.”

“That’s ‘Oh, fuck you, Master Muln’ to you, Padawan Kenobi.”

.oOo.

Obi-Wan left Anakin with Garen, ostensibly to test out the new specs of the ship, while he went to the crèche masters and schooling masters in order to try and sort out a class schedule. That was not easy – there was a lot of disparity in Anakin’s education. He excelled in engineering, and had a firm grasp of mathematics and physics because of it, but he had virtually no knowledge of the galaxy outside of Hutt space.

Yoda turned up after they had been debating for over half an hour, and promptly put the brakes on the argument.

“The classes where equal or ahead of his peers, Padawan Skywalker should take,” he decreed. “Those were behind he is, teach him Obi-Wan and I shall until caught up he has.”

Then began the debate as to who they should consider to be Anakin’s ‘peers’: should he be considered a padawan, or should he be considered to be nine years’ of age? Because he was going to stand out in either group.

Eventually, everyone agreed that on the whole he should be treated as per his age. Those initiates were the ones most likely to accept him, and the commonality of age meant they were more likely to become friends. The padawans were likely to be at least three years older than Anakin, and would probably resent the fact that he had been apprenticed without having to go through the trials they had.

They did acknowledge that eventually, there might be issues with the initiates resenting the fact that Anakin wouldn’t have to face the trials – that he would never have the thorny issue of ageing out looming over him. Obi-Wan conceded the point, although he said that he had never held it against his friends – in fact, he had been glad for each of them as they had been chosen.

Eventually, the conversation turned to something that was standard for a padawan – their going on a mission with their master and missing classes. At the moment, Anakin couldn’t afford to miss any schooling.

“Matters, it currently does not. Recuperating for some time, Anakin’s master will be.”

“And Anakin is currently too young and lacks the standard initiate combat training,” Obi-Wan added. “Both he and I will be off the active duty rota until Master Qui-Gon is fully fit – we will have plenty of time to think about this. Hopefully, he will have caught up by then and it won’t be an issue.”

.oOo.

The next week saw the two of them in class. Obi-Wan was only taking Engineering, just to shore up some gaps in his knowledge, whereas Anakin was enrolled in Engineering with Obi-Wan, Maths and Physics with the mixed padawan/initiate class – the students who were generally between eleven and thirteen (they had decided that despite the initial declaration, this was the best choice. The level was a little beneath Anakin, intellectually speaking, but they were trying to account for his deficiencies in Aurebesh), and chemistry and biology with his age-mates. He had free periods built into his mornings in order for Obi-Wan to cover the rest of Anakin’s lessons.

Fortunately for Obi-Wan, he had plenty of time on his hands to plan a curriculum for Anakin. Mostly this involved him spending copious hours perched on the edge of Qui-Gon’s bed as his master helped him come up with something sensible – something that would actually help Anakin bring his studies in line with the rest of his age-mates while not wearing both him and Obi-Wan down in the process.

And then, of course, on top of the schooling, there was the training. Anakin’s meditation was coming on in leaps and bounds now that they had found an appropriate method, but there was still a lot to do. Anything they could do in the Halls of Healing they did so, with Qui-Gon smiling indulgently and Master Che threatening to throw them out every quarter hour on the dot. (Or sooner, if they broke something.)

And the things they couldn’t – well, Anakin was picking up Shii-Cho quickly enough that they were starting to work through a few simple spars. They had been enjoying it, but Anakin seemed to have grown serious over the last couple of evenings.

“Ani? What’s wrong?”

He had stumbled over something that should have been easy, something Obi-Wan knew Anakin could already do. It was like he wasn’t allowing himself to just use the Force, and there was a look of intense concentration on his face.

“Keep going,” Anakin growled.

Obi-Wan extinguished his lightsabre (Qui-Gon’s, really, since his had been annihilated in the pit on Naboo) and put it back onto his belt.

“Why?”

Anakin took the opening stance again, but now it was very obvious that it was all wrong. He was stiff, lacking the fluidity he had been gaining recently.

“Anakin, why?”

Anakin bit his lip as he looked up, unwilling to defy Obi-Wan for more than just a moment.

“Because I need to learn this.”

Obi-Wan sat down in the corner of their training room. “Eventually, yes. But there’s no rush.”

“Yes there is.”

There was a petulant frown, a stubborn set to that jaw.

“Why?” Obi-Wan asked again.

“The Gathering.”

That was something they hadn’t even discussed yet. Obi-Wan had given it some thought after Garen’s observation, but he was going to bring it up with Qui-Gon once they had started studying Makashi. He was hoping that by then Qui-Gon might at least be up to making the trip to Ilum, maybe just the three of them (and Obi-Wan could look at getting a new crystal of his own so that he could replace his lost lightsabre at the same time). But it would make sense that Anakin might like the idea of doing something normal, something that everyone in his classes had done.

“You can go on a Gathering if you want,” he allowed. “I’m sure Master Yoda would find a space with one of the clans for you when you’re ready.”

“Shriek Clan goes in two weeks,” Anakin said petulantly. “And Aayla says they’re a small clan, so it would definitely be okay for me to go.”

“Aayla? Quin’s padawan? She’s accompanying them?”

Anakin nodded. Padawan Secura was in Anakin’s mathematics class – whereas he was young, she was a little older than their classmates. Like Anakin, her schooling before she had come to the Temple had been somewhat lacking but, like him, she was working hard to catch up.

Still…

“Anakin, there will be other Gatherings, if you’re not ready to go this time. Trying to force yourself isn’t going to help any. Rushing now will only lead to failure later on. Every form of lightsabre combat is based on what you are learning at the moment. And all of it hinges on allowing yourself to feel what the Force is telling you.”

Ani stubbornly held out for almost a minute more before tucking his training blade away and curling into Obi-Wan’s side.

“I just… I don’t like being different.”

Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around Ani and hugged him. “Very few people do,” he said, surprising himself with his wisdom. “And while you are definitely unique in how you have come to the Order, there are others who have faced great trials to be where they are now.”

“Were they padawans without a proper lightsabre?”

Obi-Wan dropped his chin onto the top of Anakin’s head for a moment as he tried to stop himself from laughing.

“No, but, as I recall, your friend Aayla was Chosen immediately after her Gathering. She too came to the Temple late and was Chosen young.”

“But…”

“And the other padawans have likely had to exhibit themselves and their skills before masters in order to be Chosen,” he went on. “Not many people fall on their feet when it comes to finding a master.”

“Did you have to do that?” Ani asked, sounding genuinely curious now. “I’ve heard some of the initiates talking about it.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I did. I did it many times, and was never chosen.”

“What?! But…?”

“Master Qui-Gon had his own trials, before he became my master. He had been very sad and angry for a long time, and had refused to take another padawan. Master Yoda tried to change his mind, but, well… Master Qui-Gon can be very stubborn when he wants to be. He refused, and I aged out. I wasn’t quite thirteen, but there was no other opportunity for me to be Chosen before I turned thirteen.

“I was sent to Bandomeer to work with the AgriCorps. But, on the same ship was Master Qui-Gon, on a mission for the Council. Of course, Master Yoda had arranged it like that, so that we would be together and I would more than likely have the opportunity to prove myself.”

“And you did?”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I did. But it took a long time for Master Qui-Gon to relent and accept me as his padawan, and even longer for him to trust me. He’s a very kind and patient man, but he has been hurt and his heart does not forget. He is the best master I could have wished for, even when he is being stubborn.” He sighed. “I’m going to miss him.”

Ani turned his head sharply so that he could look up at Obi-Wan. “You’re not going anywhere, are you?”

“Not at the moment,” Obi-Wan assured him quickly, “but eventually, once I am knighted and Master Qui-Gon can take over your training, I will be assigned missions of my own.”

“Oh. I… uh… I didn’t think… do you have to?”

Obi-Wan squeezed him carefully. “I will some day, yes. But it won’t be for a long time yet. By the time that happens, you will have Master Qui-Gon to look after, and to take you to exciting places. You’ll be far too busy to think about me not being around.”

But Obi-Wan didn’t even believe that himself - Anakin wasn’t like most Jedi in that he formed attachments. He had come to the Temple with an attachment to his mother, with one to Queen Amidala, with an attachment to Qui-Gon, even one to Obi-Wan himself. The Masters disapproved, Obi-Wan knew, but none of them were saying anything about it now that he was here. And, as far as he was concerned, they could continue not saying anything, because he wasn’t going to upset Anakin’s delicate mental balance by ripping his attachments away.

[Part 4]

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ct7567329 · 4 years ago

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Bad’s Never Looked So Good: Tup x Reader

"Uh huh," you nodded, clearly not on board with the idea.

The 501st was on leave on Coruscant during Halloween, which of course meant that you, their back up medic,, would be at the annual Halloween party at 79's.

Not long into your job with the 501st you and trooper Tup became close. Very close. The other men noticed this and gave Tup the motivation he needed to finally ask you out. The rest is history.

You and Tup have been together for a few months now and all he's been talking about for weeks is taking you to this Halloween party. He's been trying to plan a couples costume and so far, you have not loved any of the suggestions.

"Okay but how about Cody and Rex?!" he asked, excited about the idea.

You rolled your eyes, "yeah, you want us to go as clones? I don't think that's going to work for me!"

"Anakin and Ahsoka?"

"Eh," you shrugged, "not funny enough."

"You got any ideas?" he laughed.

You did, but you weren't sure about it, "Would Jedi and Sith be crossing the line?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Depends. Who's the Jedi, who's the Sith?"

You smirked, "We all know I'd make a better Sith."

"I have very high expectations for how you're going to do your costume," he whispered in a husky tone.

"Hmm," you hummed, "Sith are dirty people I suppose."

He gave you a quick wink before the other men walked into the barracks.

That was something you loved about Tup. He had this seductive side that he always was able to hid from his brothers. It was his special side that only you got to see. You rarely saw it because time alone was not common at all but you still savored the infrequent, short moments.

As soon as the boys got in, they started making jokes. They all knew of the relationship, so joking about it was always a topic when the two of you were in the same room as them.

"I sure wish I was Tup twenty minutes ago when we weren't here," Hardcase laughed, earing a playful punch from Jesse.

"Ah, leave them alone. She's the one that has to bear through it," Jesse remarked, patting Tup's shoulder. "I'm just messing with you brother. We all love you. Both. Together."

Kix chimed in,"Tup's seriousness needs (Y/N)'s chaotic nature."

"Tup and (Y/N) combined is actually Fives," Jesse pointed out, making all the men laugh.

"They're not wrong hun," you told Tup, kissing his cheek, "but it's definitely okay."

The rest of the night was spend talking as a group. Halloween was the following day so everyone was talking about what they were going to go to 79's as. They kept trying to get you and Tup to tell them your couples costume, but you refused to tell them until they saw it for theirselves.

Not long after the discussion started, you got tired and decided to go back to the barracks they let the female Republic Army members stay. It was only a short walk from the 501st main barracks, but Tup insisted on walking you there.

When you got to the doors to the barracks you pulled him into a hug and brought your hands up to his head, playing with his bun. That was just another thing you loved about him.

"Sleep well, love," he mumbled into you forehead before kissing it, "I'm looking forward to tomorrow."

You smiled and kissed his cheek, "Me too. I'm excited to shop for what we need tomorrow morning."

He laughed, "Shopping is just your favorite thing ever, isn't it?"

"Second favorite thing," you corrected him, "Goodnight Tup," you kissed him, then entered your barracks. The following day, you and Tup took the early day hours to make the perfect costume for him. You weren't so willing to show Tup your final look. Being able to surprise him wasn't something you could frequently do, so you took advantage of the opportunity.

"Cyare, you haven't gotten anything for yourself yet," he noticed, giving you a confused look, "You love shopping, what's wrong?"

You softly smiled and ran your hand down his cheek, "I want to surprise you hun. I figured I could go while you eat lunch with the boys."

He pouted for a moment, "I hope it's a good surprise."

"I think so," you winked, quickly kissing his cheek before he left to eat with the boys as per your request.

The Halloween event at 79's started in only a few hours, but you knew exactly what you needed. You rushed to every store necessary and snuck into your barracks, trying your hardest to be undetected by Tup.

Once you got to your bunk, you sent a quick message to Tup, letting him know that you got back safely and that you were excited to see him later.

At this point you had three hours to get ready for the reveal of your costume to Tup. You wanted everything to be perfect. For your hair, you decided on two half up space buns with curls. It took you a while to figure out how to do it, but you were pleased with the final result, except for the burn you accidentally gave yourself on the ear.

Being the Sith in the duo, you chose blacks, grays and reds for your makeup. Tup's favorite thing about your makeup was that everyday, you always had a little sparkle on your lid and you wanted to keep that. You put a shimmer crimson red on your lids then finished the look with black lipstick.

You looked at the time and realized you didn't have much left to get ready so you threw on your outfit and finished it off with a black robe. You didn't wanna show off the whole costume to Tup at a first glance. After clipping the plastic red lightsaber to your belt, you left your barracks and made you way to his. All the men were already outside waiting for you.

"Jedi and Sith! I love it!" Rex commented to Tup as you made your way over.

Hardcase gave Tup a soft push on the shoulder, "You've got a solid ten, brother."

You pulled out the plastic lightsaber and tapped Tup with it, "Ready to go?"

"Let's get this night STARTED!" Fives yelled, running to flag down a taxi.

You laughed and followed him, Tup by your side. Once you got to 79's you and Tup took a seat at one of the tables and ordered drinks.

"You look amazing, (Y/N)," Tup smiled, "Most stunning thing in the galaxy."

"Look who's talking," you winked back, taking your robe off, "I forgot how hot it gets in here."

Tup's eyes made their way up and down your costume that was under the black robes. The lace and leather mix was the perfect representation of your personality, and hugged your body in all the right spots.

"Wow," he softly gasped, running his fingers down your arm, "I'm speechless."

"Thought you would like it," you smirked, giving him a small kiss on his cheek.

He groaned, "With a costume like that, I'm going to need more than just a cheek kiss."

The waiter brought over your drinks and you took a sip, "Oh Tup, the night just started." You stood up and grabbed his hand, "come on, let's dance."

The only way to describe the night was fun and pure ecstasy. Every night at 79's with the boys was fun, but being glued to Tup all night made it even better. You even got to have a drunk plastic lightsaber fight with him! It wasn't long before you hit your limit and decided it would be best to leave. Being the gentleman he was, Tup took you outside to call a taxi. When one wasn't coming fast enough, he decided to hop on a speeder. You sat behind him and rested your head on his back, enjoying the city breeze through your hair.

Once back at the barracks, you and him walked to his bunk and sat down.

"I can't get over how stunning you look. I like this bad girl side," he whispered, laying you down on his bed.

"I had to look a little bad for my boy," you murmured into his neck, kissing it softly.

"Well, bad's never looked so good," he groaned, taking your robe back off.

The men weren't going to be back to the barracks for a while, and you both had every intention to take advantage of that.

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brothers-all · 7 years ago

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Memory (Tome'tayl)

Hey hey everyone! Welcome to the tie-in-collection-of-one-shots story that many of you wanted back when Aliit ori'shya tal'din ended. These won't be in any particular order, but most will take place on Kamino during training and the like. Again, the focus will be mostly on Chess Squad, but I'll probably something for the Ghost Squad as well =P If any of you have some sort of request, or something you want to see, feel free to tell me. The next few chapters won't be requests because I have some things planned out, but if I say I'll do it, I will (eventually) Okay then, if you have any questions ask just ask Chess Squad (minus Rex) Ghost Squad (minus Cody) and Mortimer are my OCs along with a few trainers and other clones. If you want, I can do some special chapters with your own OCs or cannon characters (as long as it fits the story)

...I think that's all? Sorry for the long intro, just wanted to make some things clear ^^ ANYWAY! Onwards! Read, review and above all, enjoy~

Chapter 1 After all this time

Time passes quickly in war, but everyone needs to take time to recall what happened.

"Anakin, glad you could make it."

"Of course Master. What is the situation?"

"It'll all be explained in due time. Did you leave Ahsoka and Rex on the ship?"

"No, they came to Coruscant with me. Rex said something about meeting up with Cody and Ahsoka is supposed to be with Barriss."

"I see. Well, as long as they don't get themselves in trouble."

"Have a little faith in us, Master."

"That's about as much faith as I can have in all of you."

He sighed as he opened the door, hearing the booming music, loud chatter and joyful laughter hit him soon after. The alcohol in the air was thick, but not sickly so. He saw many brothers just smiling, dancing and talking… relaxing. A few nodded at him, many didn't even pay attention and a couple looked slightly feared. Those must be pretty sober, if they're worrying about a superior walking around. But his attention was at the counter, where four brothers were already waiting.

"Hey, hey! Look who made it!" Jet laughed, turning around.

"Rex! Finally came, eh?" Cody offered a handshake and a seat near him.

"Didn't realize I had to run down here," the Captain grinned, sitting down.

"Yeah well, when we heard the 501st was coming here as well, we had to invite ya," Bull nudged him in the shoulder.

"Surprised you didn't bring anyone else," Jewels just finished his drink.

"Yeah well…" Rex looked over his shoulder, spotting a few familiar faces and a few more walking in. "They get around."

"What about Ahsoka? She at the meeting?" Cody asked as Rex got his own drink.

"She's actually meeting with a friend. Barriss Offee, I think?"

"Oh, Gree's Commander?" Jet casually twirled his drink.

"He just left I think? Him and Bly didn't look too good though," they snickered, knowing those two could hardly hold their drink.

"As long as they don't blow anything up, they're good," Rex drowned the drink and set the glass back down, getting another round.

"Oh, like the time Jezdec crashed the simulator?" the blonde actually choked on the liquid, hand over his nose to try and not spill it.

"That got out?" he managed to ask, coughing and wiping away any liquid that did manage to get out of his nose.

"Oh yeah. Your boys aren't that good at keeping quiet about stuff blowing up," Jet laughed, leaning on the counter.

"I still can't believe they managed to get Bishop drunk… He never had any issues with it," Rex shook his head, before his smile started to drop and his shoulders went slack. "…They would have loved this place…"

The 212th all shared a look of guilt and sorrow, before Cody put a hand on the blonde's shoulder, getting him to look back.

"I'm sure they're having the time of their life, watching you, knowing you're still living for them," Cody said gently, seeing the Captain give a weak nod.

"I just wish they could've gotten to meet some of the boys… Fives, Jezdec and Jesse would be such a constant headache… Bishop and Echo would probably just sigh at everyone and everything… Hardcase and Turm would finally have someone to compete with… Pion and Kix would be dragging everyone three ways backwards into the infirmary…" he mused, a weak smile making its way to his lips.

There was a short pause of silence, each man recalling the good old days, when the ten of them would mess around on Kamino and get their shebs handed to them by Mortimer. Rex turned his head slightly, eyeing the scar across the Commander's face.

"Don't want to get that patched up?" he saw the man's surprised look, and the other Ghost Squad members sharing a glance.

"…None of us do. The wounds from Felucia…" Jet was staring at his drink, voice low.

"Lander gave them to us, the only way he knew how… By saving our lives," Jewels leaned back, arm swung behind the chair.

"It's kinda like he left his mark on us. We don't want to get rid of it," Bull gave a small shrug, a distant smile on his face.

"Like you'd ever get rid of the scars, Rex. They tell our stories," Cody lightly nudged him in the shoulder, getting a chuckle out of the blonde.

"Fair enough…" he shoved the older man back, shaking his head. It eased his mind, knowing he wasn't the only one who actually treasured his scars. They started chatting about some more ridiculous stuff they've all done, complained about their Generals and their crazy plans or just plain out compared their feats.

"Times like this? Really makes me wish those idiots would be back here…" it might have been the drink talking, as Rex drowned another glass.

"You'd have your hands full. At least Commander Tano would help," Jewels slid him another drink, ordering one himself.

"Ha! She's join in the fun," Rex laughed, letting out a deep breath. "It's been a year…"

"And here we all are, still alive and kicking. I'd say we're doing pretty well," Bull grinned, flipping the glass around, signaling he's had enough. They've all been here for a while now.

"We were trained by the best," Jet added, giving a nod, but the world shook with it and he had to steady himself on the counter.

"We should visit Mortimer again sometime. Who knows, maybe he'll use one of our stories as examples again," Cody got chuckles out them, but there was so much noise around them, he was starting to get a headache.

"99 would probably find some more chocolate to smuggle in. Where does he find it?" Jewels rubbed his chin in thought, missing the grab for his drink and giving up on it.

"Think the trainers are helping him?" Bull yawned, leaning on the counter, running a hand over his face.

"Maybe… There are some good ones left, right?" Jet rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the fog but it did little to help.

"You boys are getting wasted," Rex laughed into his drink, finishing it soon after as he himself started to feel the effects.

"Some of us only get to drink here, Rex ol' boy," Cody smirked, missing the man shoulders and almost falling down the chair.

"It happened twice, Cody ol' boy," the blonde laughed, hitting his shoulder with his own.

"Still more times than us," the Commander steadied himself, blinking.

"Yeah, and it clearly shows. Now c'mon, someone needs to drive you back," Rex shook his head at how quickly they got drunk. But then again, these idiots were here before him, so they probably drank more.

"Fives, Echo, Jesse – any of you able to stand?" he called casually, throwing Cody's arm over his shoulder.

"S-Sir?" the three sat by a table, looking rather scared. They weren't expecting him to see them so quickly.

"These fine gents need some help. Looks like they forgot how to walk," the blonde smiled as the trio walked over. Fives managed to get Bull to his feet, Echo helped Jet stand and Jesse almost tripped when Jewels leaned on him.

"The 501st to the rescue again," Jesse smirked, seeing the 212th looked more green than before. Did they really drink so much, or were they just weak against alcohol? Then again, Kenobi must not have any of it on the Negotiator… Or at least none that he shares.

It took only a few minutes, but they managed to get the 212th men to the cab area. Cody had managed to sober up slightly, but still leaned on the blonde.

"You should drink more Cody – might hold your own better," Rex chuckled when he heard Bull had thrown up in a corner.

"Maybe we'll drop by the Resolute for a party," the Commander grumbled, sitting down in the back of the cab.

"We'll be waiting," Rex smirked and made way for the other Ghost Squad member.

"Thanks," Echo had said to the driver, giving him a bit of credits.

"Man, they really are bad at drinking," Fives whistled as he watched the cab drive away.

"…They were probably just drinking the strong stuff," Rex sighed, the cold breeze clearing away his own fogginess.

"What for?" Echo turned to the Captain and saw Jesse glance at the man, as if knowing something.

"…Trying to forget most likely… Probably why they invited me," Rex sighed, stretched his arms and cracked his neck.

The trio shared a look. Jesse knew of the Chess Squad, but Echo and Fives have only heard rumors from their brothers. Maybe, one day, the man would tell them what really happened…

"Remember boys, don't drink too much, but enjoy it while you can," Rex hated the sudden silence and had to break it.

"You're already leaving?" Fives raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I need to… visit a few friends," the Captain looked at the sky, a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Tell 'em 'Hi' for the rest, eh?" Jesse lightly nudged him in the shoulder.

"Haha, sure."

He walked as night fell, nodding in greetings to the City Guard or smiling at kids as they and their parents walked home. He purposely took the long way there, letting the cool air breeze past him. He could soon see what he came for – an enormous slab of Geonosian rock, dead center in the military base. It marked the names of all troopers who died in the first battle of Geonosis. No guard gave him more than a passing look as he walked up to it, scanning the many names.

He gave a weak smile, knowing their names weren't here but… it was the closest thing clones had to a place of mourning. He's heard and seen a few brothers come here, remembering their fallen and trusting the old ones, the first ones, to watch over them.

"Hope you're all doing well…" he whispered, carefully resting a hand on the stone. "And I'm doing alright, despite what you di'kute did…" he bowed his head, eyes closing. "A lot more have died, but I try and do as I promised – save as many as I can… But this war- this cursed war…" he looked up again. "I don't know if it's worth surviving… Because, what happens when it's over?" a humorless chuckle escaped him as he looked back down.

All was silent for a few minutes, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He at first through he was imagining it, maybe thinking it was one his fallen brothers, but looking over his shoulder, he spotted a familiar Togruta and a young Mirialan.

"Commander?" he was so shocked; he didn't even believe it at first.

"Sorry, I – I didn't mean to invade but…" Ahsoka bit her lip. "But the Force around you was weeping… I just- I wanted to make sure you were alright."

"…I am. Thank you, Commander Tano," he swallowed, nodding and giving a forced smile.

"Please, just Ahsoka. Like you said, I don't really outrank you just yet," she winked, her smile truer than his. "Oh, right! Rex, this is my friend – Barriss Offee. Barris, meet the 501st Captain, Rex."

"I have heard a great many things about you, Captain," the Jedi gave a bow of her head.

"Likewise sir," he saluted, his previous tension leaving.

"I won't even ask why you're here," Ahsoka laughed, and he abruptly looked away. "But c'mon, let's go. It's getting cold and I don't want to get sick."

"I'm guessing the General doesn't know you're here either?" he raised an eyebrow and she returned a sheepish grin.

"Let's keep it between us, okay?"

"As you say, Ahsoka."

He might tell her, one day. If she asks. Or maybe he won't. He… isn't really sure yet. Maybe it's better if the kid never knows… But he figured he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.

Cut! Well, that was the start and that's why it's kinda of a special chapter. The rest will (mostly) be set during training and everything I won't rant here as well because I did enough of that above so... Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! If you fancy a review, do that! I'd love to hear what you think about it! Till next time~

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