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[clonemando]

A Kiss a Day in May

Day 12- Goodnight Kisses

Jango & The Alpha Batch

Each day this month I have a 100 word drabble featuring a different clone with a kiss prompt. Not all are romantic and they include all sorts of pairings and relationships. Feel free to offer pairing/ character suggestions for future days.

Become the Clone template they said. We’ll pay you fortunes beyond your dreams they said. You’ll get to train the best army in the galaxy they said. Well now Jango was standing at the head of a line of 100 children dressed in their pajamas, many of them holding plushies as they each stepped forward to get their goodnight kiss pressed gently into their forehead.

“Goodnight Maze, Goodnight 84, Goodnight Spar, Goodnight 99, Goodnight Spar- wait, brat go to bed! You already got your kiss. 17 no, don’t… Ugh.” Jango grumbled as 17 started brawling with Spar on the floor.

[formlessvoidbeast]

Naming twelve ade was a difficult job. Choosing a name for even a single ik'aad was, and Jango's ade had been taught to expect that their 'father' choosing one and giving them a name would be the thing that made them... real, loved, a person.

from shadowed nebulas born chapter 3 of 5

[auxxrat]

Babe wake up new jango/shaak mb just dropped

just sitting in my bed crying over the lore

[willowcrowned]

Pretty please can we have a follow up boba/leia/fennec one night stand pregnancy?

(Low-key hoping it's fennecs)

ABSOLUTELY you can have it I am DELIGHTED you asked

[part one]

It's not that she'd never expected to hear from Leia again. She and Boba are effective—terribly effective, as Leia would say—and if they make it long enough it'd only make sense to subcontract for the senate. Clean out some of the hutts still clinging on in their section of the Outer Rim and raise spice taxes once they've got a monopoly. It's a good plan. A long game. The sort of thing Fennec has always excelled at.

But then Leia shows up in her smuggler boyfriend's crappy ship and she's wearing a poncho three sizes too big even though it's pushing 55 out and Fennec has never claimed to be a genius, but she's been around enough to know what's going on.

"I'm not a mother," Fennec says, once they're down deep in the stronghold where the droids don't go and the air is cool and stale.

Leia looks angry when she says that—like it's Fennec's problem, like she shouldn't have fucked her if she hadn't wanted a kid out of it. Rich.

"I don't know what you expect me to do about it," Leia retorts. She's looking for a fight. And maybe that's why she likes that smuggler of hers—he'll always give her a fight, let her argue until she's forgotten what she's worried about.

Fennec stays silent.

Leia stares at her for a second—not a glare, something angrier. More bitter. She opens her mouth, and—

"I am," Boba says. "I could be its father. I would take the child."

Fennec turns to him. "Out here? On Tatooine? It'd be dead in a day."

"I'm a Mandalorian," he replies, as if that answers anything. Maybe for him it does.

Boba turns to Leia, and she looks up at him, unreadable. "Yes. I would be its father."

Leia presses her lips together. Her eyes aren't wet—Fennec doubts she's ever been a crier—but they could have been, maybe. If Leia were a little less cruel. If she were a little less desperate to come out on top. But she'd never have come to Tatooine then, so it doesn't really matter.

"You'd take the child," Leia repeats. "And raise it here."

"It would never need to know who its mother was."

"And if it's not yours?" Leia asks.

Boba looks at her for a moment, silent. "I am a Mandalorian. It will be mine."

"And I would leave it," Leia says. Her eyes are black. "We could never see each other."

"It would be loved. It would be raised well." Boba looks at her a moment longer, and the hard lines around his eyes soften just a little. "What other choice do you have?"

"You could terminate it," Fennec cuts in.

"Thank you, Ms. Shand, for that novel piece of brilliance," Leia bites back, acid-sharp. "We should thank our lucky stars we have your intellect here to save us."

Fennec looks back at her flatly, unimpressed, and watches as something in Leia snaps.

She turns to Boba, straight backed, braids like a crown around her head. "It's yours," Leia says. Her voice doesn't waver even a little. "When I have it, the baby is yours."

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

hooray I finally have a completed fill for @clonefandomevents oc bingo!

this one introduces two of my Alpha batch OCs and brings in a little lore

the clones do have a Buir, but not the way most people might think

bingo card under the cut, I used the blank space for a ‘choosing a name’ themed story

[fire-on-fuel]

Thinking about boba again. Death is a strange concept. Death is out of range, out of sight, in your face all the time and still out of mind. It's a fact of life, the endpoint of so many hunts the implied finish line waiting always- cold and unsated but wrapped in the warmth of positive reinforcement and love and distance and family, all the scary parts shielded away from you. Compartmentalization- your father teaches you to build the box but he forgets there is nothing for you to put in it, he's done too well. So it's the box that you hold close, you know it's important. Then the shield is down, the warmth is gone. Life drained out and death is in your eyes like a haze front and center, unavoidable unescapable terrifying. And your finger sweats on the trigger now your hand shakes there is something wrong with you. There's some kind of awful betrayal you're comitting, to that memory to that association, in too many ways it hurts to think about. It all hurts. The world is as it is- nothing to break the fall. You're not special, you were never special, and the conclusion falls into place: you're only as special as you make yourself. It's red and hot-cold and it asks for blood and you let him down you hesitate because you've been in death's crosshair now. Loss's tractor beam. Just as your father was. You know too much. Now you know what the box is for, for the times where the rush is too strong when you can't trust your head when you can feel that nothing, really, separates you from the victim. Only you put yourself here, again and again and again. Death comes slinking when you call, chained to your rationale and your impulse, wherever and whenever you place him to do your dirty work. You don't need to look away anymore, it's just like it used to be!You'll never be the kid you were but at least it's all back in place, even if you twisted and shoved to get it there. You're not scared- you're unshakeable and if you're nothing else he wanted you to be that's worth it. You honor him in this- your boxes are the same that's how you honor him

[saphronethaleph]

Nu Jedi Order

“So, I’m curious,” Jocasta Nu said, over tea. “About your opinion on the ethics of clones, and of cloning.”

Yoda, Mace and Bant all sighed.

“This is going to be one of those difficult questions, isn’t it?” Bant asked, rubbing her temples. “Masters, can I bow out if this is too philosophically difficult?”

“No,” Yoda informed her, bluntly. “Stay you should. Good for you, it will be.”

“Thanks,” the Mon Cal muttered. “All right, so… I think that cloning isn’t any different to creating a child. The individual who has been created is their own person, both independent and autonomous, and you owe them a duty of care for their childhood and to make sure they are set up in the world. As would be done with a child.”

“That’s a strong start, Master Eerin,” Mace noted, with a nod. “Well done.”

“Thank you,” Bant said. “...though I hope someone else is going to speak up, now. I still feel nervous in these situations.”

“Nerves are the path to not speaking up,” Yoda said, sagely. “Not speaking up leads to ideas forgotten. Ideas forgotten are solutions missed, and contemplation lost. And a conversation, we are here for.”

“Do you think it’s ethical for a clone to be made into a soldier?” Jocasta Nu said.

“That’s… a difficult one for me, I admit,” Mace mused. “Because… we didn’t ask for the army. The army was already there.”

“What worries me about it is that they didn’t really have a choice,” Bant admitted. “They were trained for this since their birth, and… I know they don’t mind, they’ve said it, but I feel like I would have been more comfortable if they’d been given a choice.”

“The cloners of Kamino do consider their clones… output,” Mace said. “Product. It’s worried me about the whole thing.”

“When the war is over, the clones we will champion,” Yoda declared. “Nothing new, this is.”

“It’s not,” Jocasta said. “But I was thinking about it in the specific context of… raising a child from a young age to fulfil a specific role.”

She spread her hands. “That was what happened to all of us, after all.”

“You’re not wrong, Jocasta,” Mace conceded. “I feel like there’s a difference, but I’m not sure I can articulate it.”

“It’s that the Jedi are valued, I think,” Bant suggested. “We… well, it takes a long time to learn the self-discipline that’s essential to using the Force, and we have a position in the galaxy that is well thought of and well respected. The clones… they’re grown up faster so they can be useful more quickly, and they’re treated as a commodity.”

“So would it be different if the clones were better respected?” Jocasta asked.

Yoda frowned, putting down his teacup.

“An important consideration, it is,” he said. “To the rest of the galaxy, look like Kamino does to us, we might.”

“Perhaps,” Mace mused. “Though I think perhaps part of the difference is that we respect the decision of the parents.”

“Don’t the Kaminoans respect the decision of the parents, for the clones?” Bant asked. “If – if creating clones is like parenting, I mean. Jango Fett certainly gave permission.”

She looked troubled. “And is it the decision of the parents or the child that matters more? Did any of us really have the chance to choose to become a Jedi, except Anakin?”

“That gets back to the self-discipline argument,” Mace noted. “I’m not saying you’re wrong, I’m saying that… there are other ways to reliably get soldiers, but are there other ways to reliably get Jedi with the proper self-discipline?”

There was a silence for a long moment.

“Someone who wants to leave the Jedi order can do so,” Mace added. “But it’s not common, and having grown up in the Jedi Order… someone might not truly feel they can leave.”

“Should it have been an option given to the clones?” Jocasta asked. “To either fight in the Grand Army of the Republic, or to choose to not do so?”

“Perhaps,” Yoda said, slowly. “Perhaps.”

He sighed. “Protectors of the Republic, the Jedi are. But protect it alone, we cannot.”

“I don’t think we were ever meant to protect it alone,” Bant said. “To protect it against the Sith, yes. To help it stay together, yes. But… surely the population of the Republic should be willing to fight for it? At least some of them?”

She looked down at her hands. “And if none of them are… does that mean it should still exist?”

“If the clones hadn’t been available, then the Separatists could have done terrible damage to the Republic before there were armies able to stop them,” Jocasta pointed out. “They were the ones with the armies ready to go. It’s a paradox.”

The archivist sipped from her tea. “The worst time to build an army is after being invaded, but that army has to be attached to the ideals of the Republic more than it is attached to any one person.”

“Devoted to the Republic, the Clones seem to be,” Yoda said, frowning. “But ask them more often, I should. And raised to be, they were.”

“...which is curious,” Mace noted. “Given who their template worked for.”

“They were ordered for the Republic,” Bant said. “For the Jedi, in fact – that was what the Kaminoans were told from the start. And, as we saw, the Kaminoans keep secrets rather than betray their employers – and they raised the army to be as they should be, based on what they were told.”

“I almost wish that the army had been ordered about years ago,” Jocasta said, thoughtfully. “Raised at a normal speed, rather than twice as fast – and offered the choice. Having grown up in a normal community, in fact.”

“That would make them normal citizens,” Mace noted, though he wasn’t disagreeing. “Treating them as people would be far more ethical, you’re right.”

Jocasta nodded, stirring her teacup.

“And no more questions that deeply philosophical, please,” Bant added. “I’d rather enjoy the tea. I get so few opportunities to relax…”

Around twenty years later, an X-Wing starfighter dropped out of hyperspace in the Adega system.

“...well, I don’t see much of anything,” Luke admitted. “But this is where Master Obi-Wan told me to go…”

R2’s reply appeared on the screen, and Luke laughed.

“Yes, he was there,” Luke replied. “I guess… see if there’s anything out there emitting signals?”

He flicked a switch as he did, then sighed.

“I really hope we don’t have to search this planet and its moon,” he muttered, noticing the forest moon orbiting the primary world. “Planets are huge…”

Then a signal came in, and the comm systems of his fighter crackled.

“Skywalker,” a voice said. “You’re expected.”

“I am?” Luke asked. “You knew I was coming?”

“Yes,” the voice agreed. “The homing beacon is on frequency 13, band 4.”

The transmission stopped, and Luke frowned – mystified – before seeing that R2 had switched one of the sensors to frequency 13, band 4.

A weak, fuzzy signal was showing up on the forest moon, and Luke rolled his little fighter before pointing it down to see what was going on.

When he landed on a clear landing pad, the situation was no clearer. There was a moderately-sized settlement just on the other side of a shallow river from where he’d landed, with irrigated farms and pastures for woolly animals on the hills, but almost half the settlement was built into the trees.

And there was something… weird. He could feel it.

“Well, I guess we should find out what’s going on,” Luke shrugged, getting out of his fighter, and as he did an old human woman came striding out of the trees. There were two young men and a young woman with her – the younger woman was a dark-skinned tholothian, while one of the men was a twi’lek and the other was a human.

“Welcome,” the woman said, with a smile. “Master Obi-Wan Kenobi informed us that you were coming.”

“What was he like?” the young human added, then looked embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not a problem,” the older woman told him.

Luke was staring, because… the young man was just a little bit familiar.

And he couldn’t define how.

“So,” the woman went on, pleasantly. “Tell me, Skywalker. Have you ever had an idea where you can’t decide if it’s an excellent idea or a terrible one?”

Luke blinked.

“…more than once,” he admitted. “Most recently, there was this attack on an Imperial weapons facility where Han disguised himself as Jabba’s – look, who are you?”

“I am Master Jocasta Nu,” the woman said. “And these are Teras Gallia, Tora’shen… and Joras Kenobi.”

Luke might have fallen over if R2 hadn’t been immediately behind him.

“So, speaking of ideas,” Master Nu said, spreading her hands. “When the Great Purge began, I absconded with as much of the Temple medical records as I could find, and managed to source some cloning cylinders… and we have had no idea what is going on in the rest of the galaxy until now. Would you be able to inform us?”

[thelibrarian1895]

Mandalorians hate Jedi because...

"the Jedi are child stealers" NO

And again I say NO. I saw someone claim this and it absolutely infuriated me.

First point, THE JEDI ARE NOT CHILD STEALERS. That accusation is sithspit anti jedi propaganda. If a parent or guardian told the Jedi no, they didn't want their kid to be a Jedi, the Jedi respected that. They would, however, remove children from danger. But would you call a social worker who took children from environments where they were being molested, starved, beaten, or worse, a child stealer? No? Then don't call the Jedi child stealers for the same actions.

Second point, the average Mandalorian didn't really know or care too much about Jedi. In all honestly, most Mandalorians, like the rest of the galaxy, had no real idea about the difference between Jedi or other force sects like the nightsisters or general darksiders or even the sith except perhaps the color of their lightsabers. Some Mandalorians, like our beloved Din Djarin, knew nothing at all about Jedi and only cared when in became relevant and then did as much research as possible regarding the Jedi. Others, like Jango Fett, had very personal interactions with Jedi and formed their opinions of the Jedi as a whole based on those interactions with no further reason or desire to look further into the Jedi.

Third point, for Mandalorians who studied history or listened to old stories, they knew why the Mandalorians disliked the Jedi and it was for a very simple reason that they liked to avoid actively admitting. That reason? The Jedi kicked the shebs of the Mandalorian armies.

Twice.

Quite possibly there was another point when the Jedi suppressed the Mandalorian empire but there were two times for certain. Granted, the republic played a large part and the Jedi definitely didn't all interfere in one of those two conflicts, and actually actively avoided one of those two conflicts except in a few cases, and there were definitely some terrible things done, but the fact remains that when the Mandalorian empire attempted to expand and basically take over the galaxy, the Jedi were key to stopping this. And no, the Mandalorian empire was not a good thing. But more importantly, if you thought your ancestors or your cultures' armies were in the right and they were beaten, would you like the descendants of those who beat your side?

Fourth point, would you like the side that beat your side if they refused to give you a proper rematch? The Mandalorians who know anything about Jedi know that Jedi have access to all this power, plus generally have a super cool plasma sword, but the Jedi won't fight or they'll de-escalate or generally indulge in pacifistic behavior and we all know how Mandalorians feel about presumed pacifists, right? A Mandalorian denied a fight is often a frustrated Mandalorian. A Mandalorian who sees someone who has all this strength and power often doesn't understand why that person doesn't use that power, doesn't take revenge or slaughter their enemies or a million other things that they would do with such power. So those that don't understand choose to dislike. Why won't the Jedi fight them?! (please imagine the sentence immediately previous spoken in an extremely whiney tone of voice)

Fifth point, the Mandalorians frequently throughout history worked with the Sith or were on the Sith side of conflicts because of a lack of knowledge about force sects meant the Mandalorians didn't generally realize how absolutely stupid it is to side with the Sith but beyond that the Mandalorians often learned about the Jedi from the Sith. So the Mandalorians got stories from the Sith about the Jedi being weak and cold and blah, blah, blah stupid sith propaganda that I don't want to perpetuate. And those Mandalorians would then think themselves Jedi experts, because hadn't they learned about the Jedi from another Jedi? Granted, a dark Jedi but still a Jedi, right? So they'd tell other Mandalorians the propaganda and so the Mandalorians had that Sith skewed idea of the Jedi perpetuated throughout their history.

So the Mandalorians have their own reasons for not like the Jedi, which have NOTHING to do with child stealing, just as the Jedi have plenty of reasons to want to avoid the Mandalorians. Personally though I'm going to blame a lot of those reasons on both sides on the Sith and be grumpy about the Sith and the effectiveness of their propaganda.

And finally, I'm pretty sure at least a tiny bit of the animosity between Mandalorians and Jedi arose from the Mandalorians being jealous that the Jedi had lightsabers and they didn't. To be fair, I'm a little jealous too. Lightsabers are cool.

[feybarn]

Hello! For the ship and kiss- Jangobi and a kiss out of jealousy/envy, please? Thank you <3

There was something beyond frustrating that it was this that made Jango jealous. He’d seen Obi-Wan flirt with untold number of people without so much of a twinge of jealousy, often more amused than anything else. He had dealt with Obi-Wan’s close relationships with Jango’s own clones with… all right, there had been some jealousy there, but Jango had worked through it before it had caused problems. He had gotten over the fact that Obi-Wan would never prioritize Jango, not really, not when his duty to the Republic and the Galaxy still existed.

And yet this.

Obi-Wan sat on the bridge of the deck meditating with Vos of all people and Jango… he was practically seething with jealousy.

Not that there was anything romantic about the situation. Obi-Wan considered Vos a good friend, trusted him beyond all doubt while simultaneously declaring him the most annoying man of his acquaintance.

And Obi-Wan shared a bond with him. A bond that Jango, as force sensitive as a particularly boring rock, could never share with Obi-Wan.

It had been one thing to deal with with Skywalker, but there was a parental element to that relationship that made it easy to deal with. And the other Jedi all seemed to have slight bonds, but Jango could deal with that as an organizational factor.

But Vos.

Obi-Wan had called it a pair bond. Jango hadn’t been particularly bothered. So, Obi-Wan had a psychic friend. And then Skywalker had gone on a rant about how he didn’t get why Obi-Wan would let Vos in so intimately and…

Well, that was about when Jango had started getting jealous.

Obi-Wan and Vos stirred on the deck of the ship and Jango startled. The two stood, talking to each other in low tones as they headed in his direction.

”—heading out tomorrow,” Vos said. “There’s some whispers in the outer rim about potential Sith involvement. Someone needs to check it out.”

“Be careful, Quin,” Obi-Wan said.

Vos smirked. “When am I ever?” He passed by Jango, turning his smirk on Jango for a moment in a way that looked all too knowing.

“Obi-Wan,” Jango interrupted. “We got some intel in. I thought we should take a look.”

Obi-Wan turned towards him. “Of course, priorities.” He looked at Quin. “Come see me before you leave,” Obi-Wan told him.

Vos sent a sloppy salute Obi-Wan’s direction before sauntering away.

Obi-Wan turned back to Jango. “All right, what do we—”

Jango leaned forward, tugging on Obi-Wan to manage a bruising kiss. Vos didn’t get to do this. Jango was the one who got to do this.

Obi-Wan sighed when he pulled back. ”Jango—“

“I know,” Jango said. “Just… Let me?”

Obi-Wan examined him. “Quinlan is dear to me.”

“I know,” Jango repeated. “I’ll work through it. But… but please, let me do this.”

A pause. Finally, Obi-Wan nodded. He leaned in, kissing Jango back. It was softer, gentler. “I love you, Jango Fett,” Obi-Wan told him. “Please… let that be enough.”

Jango would try.

[evilminji]

Okay, I've Had Some THOUGHTS on this.

There? Is NO SUCH THING? As a True Clone.

There really, really isn't. Forget Boba. EVERY SINGLE CLONE TROOPER? Unique! It's impossible NOT to be!

Because what is a man?

The sum total of his thoughts and choices. Memories, feelings, and experiences!

Jango "demagolka" Fett DID NOT have that many brothers. Did not live an accelerated youth, stuck in hell, as a child soilder. There were no decommissionings haunting HIS nightmares. No fear of nonconformity.

But! I ask you!

Is the copy of an apple? An apple?

Yeah. It SURE FUCKING IS. Doesn't matter that it didn't come from the tree directly! If the ORIGINAL is a valid life form? Then any COPY of it? Equally valid. And if they're NOT? Then that means their creators DELIBERATELY brain damaged infants..

You can't argue the Clone trooper are NOT equal to Jango Fett with out the question: "Then does that mean you are sending deliberately mentally handicapped copies to go die in a war for you?"

And!!! That's ALL IRRELEVANT BESIDE! Because you know WHAT??

A COPY of Jango Fett? Is NOT his kid. Biologically? That's his FUCKING BROTHER.

He can choose to adopt Boba or not. He's Mandalorian, for all he's turned his back on everything they stood for. For all that ALL his parents would be ashamed. He CAN do that. But you know what he CAN'T do?

Disown the Vode.

Your BROTHER doesn't get SHIT say in if your DEAD PARENTS would have accepted and loved you. Prime can go KARK himself. Every? Single? Clone Trooper?

Has the SAME PARENTS. And THEY died on their farm, helping the Manda'lor. Who then adopted their son. The FETTS? Who have marched on ahead? Of CLAN FETT?

Yeah, THEY are the Clone Trooper's Biological Parents.

It literally doesn't matter that they've been dead for decades. Their blood runs in millions of veins. Their parent's blood. Their parent's parent's. Those Clones are Clan Fett unless they renounce it. Mandalorian culture is pretty damn clear. You can get rid of a bad parent, but you can not abandon your kid.

That is an army of fuckin FARMERS. Proud legacy of Mandalorian FARMING.

Someone should dop them their extended bloodline and heritage. Because their BROTHER? Doesn't get a fucking say. He got adopted by Mereel. Good for him. There aren't asking for THAT name. To be part of THAT clan. They have no right to it.

But Clan Fett?

Is millions strong.

@legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @hypewinter

[kitcat22]

Au in which jango is a little bit more fucked up by the killing of his people, followed by his years in slavery and instead of requesting an unaltered clone, he wants one that will age slower than the average human.

Maybe he tries to excuse it as wanting more time to enjoy being a parent and more time to train Boba but really it comes from his desperate need for someone that is completely his and won’t grow up and leave him before he’s ready like everyone else he loved. He’s lost his parents, he’s lost Jaster, he’s lost Arla, he’s lost the true mandalorians, he can’t lose Boba.

This obviously majorly fucks up Boba.

Either his mind ages at the same rate as his body meaning he’s a 10 year old, traumatised, orphan bounty hunter for even longer in a world that does not care he’s a child and will take advantage of that

OR

His mind ages past his body and you get a body horror situation similar to Claudia from Interview with a Vampire, where he has an adult mind but a body far to immature for him.

Like the psychological horror of being treated like a young child and expected to act like one when you are in fact an adult. The inability to make any friends as the only people around you outage you even more rapidly than before, leaving you utterly isolated in the white hell that is Kamino, except for your father who has kind of ruined your life

I think this really emphasises that even though Jango loved Boba he was not a great parent, probably wouldn’t even call him a good one, while also adding to Boba’s not great mental state and identity issues.

Also consider Book of Boba Fett with Fennec Shand now taking orders from a teenager and Din getting his ass saved by one. Han, Luke and Leia having beef with a teenager.

[sun-spice]

On a star wars prequels kick. AU where Sidious buys Shmi and tiny Anakin from Gardulla, like yes this the best back up apprentice plan ever.

Maul is obviously Not Happy, tries to pull some shit and Shmi is like. No.

Anyway Shmi secretly adopts a raging teenager and they plan to kill their slaver. Maul's not really in a place to accept a parental figure and Shmi only has the resources and energy for one son, so they end up with a somewhat sibling like relationship.

At some point, Shmi gets shunted out of the picture, and a furious Maul is left to cobble together a new plan on his own and he manages to escape with Anakin but not kill Sidious. Fuck, Shmi's not here and Maul has to take care of her kid on his own. Fuck. Oh well, he can't be worse than Sidious... Fuck it, he's going to be a best caretaker ever out of sheer spite. Anakin can be his apprentice now and it will be epic.

Anakin doesn't really want to be a Sith in particular but he's free! He can always say no later so he figures he might as well be Maul's apprentice until he finds his mom again. He likes Maul and maybe he can teach him how to fly because wow those were some crazy moves.

At some later point, an ex-padawan Obi-Wan stumbles upon two traumatised former Sith apprentices. One is a small child and terribly endearing, and the other is a passionate but still incredibly dubious caretaker okay? What's he going to do? Walk away and forget?

Maul hates him. Anakin adores him, maybe a little too much. Cue dysfunctional found family shenanigans.

Maul is determined to be a Sith without his master, Obi-Wan is there to say which Sith things are bloody fucking insane and not allowed in this house (ugly fucking smuggler ship that Anakin keeps tinkering with to have, are those flamethrowers in the walls?! Anakin.). Maul is there to stab at Obi-Wan's great wall of Disaster Lineage Repression™️ until it starts to crumble. They argue a lot and somehow both end up with healthier mental states and force connections. While arguing about how best to take care of a child they decide they need an third adult opinion and accidentally rope everyone into therapy.

They reunite with Shmi and wow, Anakin now has three parents! Wizard. Shmi, in her manic attempts to return to her son and ensure they are all free and remain so, has accidentally become a pirate queen... They can work with this.

So: a pirate queen freedom fighter, a rogue Sith, a rogue Jedi, and an Anakin. The galaxy isn't ready. Sidious is seething and frantically trying train a new apprentice.

(He gets Dooku, except Qui-Gon is alive and very much Dooku's achilles heel, and will later foil Sidious' plans for his master. Jango Fett is in way over his head, good thing this Tyrannus seems to have suddenly had a chance of heart.)

The Whills are intrigued. The Jedi are totally lost, what is happening? Quinlan Vos in particular is laughing. The Shadow Council is somewhere between amused and bemused that the surprise!Sith apprentice actually turned out pretty decent, and he's helping them with their shared goal of getting rid of his master. What an unexpected win. They'll take it, the rest of the Jedi cannot know of him until then.

[merlyn-bane]

(Not) The Only Gay Person In This Room (7330 words) by MerlynBane Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, background Padme Amidala/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Qui-Gon Jinn, CT-7567 | Rex, Jango Fett Additional Tags: Codywan First Kiss Bingo 2025 (Star Wars), Codywan First Kiss Bingo, Making Out, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Obi-Wan Kenobi, Omega CC-2224 | Cody, Homophobia, Omegaverse Sexism, rich people bullshit, Qui-Gon Jinn's A+ Parenting, Jango Fett's A+ Parenting, Asshole Grandpa Dooku, Fellas Is It Gay To Ruin Your Brother's Wedding By Hooking Up With Another Omega In The Coat Room, dualsex omegas, Dualsex Obi-Wan Kenobi | Obi-Wan Kenobi Produces Both Ova and Sperm, Dualsex CC-2224 | Cody | CC-2224 | Cody Produces Both Ova and Sperm, Cunnilingus, (SO MUCH Cunnilingus), Small Penis Appreciation, Vaginismus, Running Away Together, Modern AU Series: Part 3 of Codywan First Kiss Bingo '25 Summary: Cody's awareness of the other man's attractiveness is suddenly a lot less off-handed. The feeling must be mutual because the man goes still seemingly in the same moment, his eyes catching Cody's in the mirror as his chest expands with an inhale just a touch too deep to be strictly polite. His shoulders relax, blue eyes darkening just a little bit. "I don't believe we've met," the man murmurs, his gaze not wavering for even a moment. "I would remember you." "Cody Fett," Cody offers, kicking himself a little bit for how breathy his voice comes out. He swears he has better self control than this. (No he doesn't. He is so, so gay. Disastrously gay.). "Our families wouldn't have had us dancing together." "Obi-Wan Kenobi." Obi-Wan's lip curls upwards ever so slightly, and Cody's gut goes warm. "And no, I don't suppose they would have." OR Obi-Wan Kenobi and Cody Fett are both forced to attend the (shotgun) Wedding of the Year. They are both threatened into Good Behavior™️. And then they find each other.

My last and Bingo-achieving fill for @codywanfirstkissbingo!! Fill for the Make-Out square. My bingo card is under the cut :)

[vodika-vibes]

Just submitting another Jango request. Go nuts love.

The Reason

Summary: You seem to always be the sacrificial lamb, be it for your parents or your extended family. You hope that history won’t repeat itself with Jango.

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 1821

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So this started out as one thing, and turned into another, lol. The ending is rather open-ended, I think. It can either continue on to canon, or veer off into AU territory, and I kind of love it.

You sit in front of the vanity in the small side room set aside for Brides to get ready for their big day. Your hair is done, as is your makeup, and you’re already dressed in your down and jewelry.

And you asked your bridesmaids, mother, and grandmother to give you a few moments to yourself.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realize that you don’t recognize the woman staring back at you.

Your hair had been straightened, curled, and then pinned up with diamonds and flowers and diamond flowers. Your makeup is caked on your face. Your dress is tight and not at all your preferred style. The jewelry is big and expensive and gaudy—

You might look like a bride, but you feel like a prisoner about to be walked to the execution chamber.

Only, no one is going to give you a stay of execution.

You press a carefully manicured hand over your heart and lean over slightly, releasing a slightly shaky breath.

It’s fine. Everything is fine. 

Your soon-to-be husband is…well, he’s not a good man. Not by any definition of the word, but he’s apathetic enough about you that he won’t hurt you. In fact, you’re pretty sure that, after today, you’ll only see him on major holidays.

You’ll be little more than his perfect little trophy wife.

Pretty and delicate. Always perfectly done with perfect hair and nails and makeup.

You close your eyes and the lonely life you’re being saddled with stretches out in front of you. You’ll be isolated from your friends, and forced to make other acquaintances who better match the aesthetic that your husband will want you to maintain.

Your hand flies from your chest, to press over your mouth as a sob threatens to rip from your throat.

There’s a knock on the door, and you immediately straighten and drop your hand, shoving all of your emotions back into the little box deep within your heart. “It’s open,” You call, your voice soft and delicate and pretty.

Gods. Who have you become?

The door clicks open, and your Maid of Honor steps into the room. Lanai is Miralian and has been your best friend since both of you were in diapers, and you picked the bridesmaid outfits solely based on what would look good with her deep green skin.

She shuts the door and walks over to you, lightly setting her hands on your bare shoulders, squeezing gently. Her dark gaze is locked with yours, and she smiles softly.

“Oh, Dove.” Lanai wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind and presses the side of her head against yours, “You’re so unhappy.”

For a moment, your facade crumbles, and the picture-perfect woman in the mirror reveals herself to be you. Just you.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” You admit as you wrap your hands around her arms, “Look at me, Lanai. I…I don’t know this woman.”

Lanai’s arms tighten around you, but she doesn’t say anything. And then she drops a kiss to your temple and releases you to walk over to the closet.

“What are you doing?” You ask as you turn on your chair to watch her.

Lanai digs through the closet for a moment and then pulls out a worn denim backpack. Your old backpack, from high school. It’s covered in patches, drawings, and signatures. 

A small smile crosses your face at the sight. “Where did you find this?” You ask, “I thought mother threw it away.”

“She did,” Lanai replied, “I saved it, and stored it in my closet.” She pauses and trails a finger over a tooka patch, “Do you remember our plan when we were in high school?”

“Yeah. We were going to leave this place. We were going to save up money for a ship and travel the galaxy and write a book about the different people and places we saw.” Your smile is small and fond, though it fades quickly, “Guess we should have known it was never going to happen.”

Lanai’s smile is tragic, and you take an aborted step towards her.

She presses the bag into your hands, “Open it.”

You shoot her a confused look but unzip the bag and peer in. And then the confusion morphs into genuine surprise as you pull out an outfit that better suits your tastes.

And, at the bottom of the bag is a folder. Inside the folder is the proof of purchase for a small ship called Red Robin, as well as the keys to start it.

“Lanai, what—?”

“I saw the writing on the wall when we were still seniors,” She says, “The other girls are stalling the wedding, the pastor is going to be very, very late. You have time to change and run.”

You flip towards the back of the folder and pause when you see a new ID card and everything you’d need for a brand new identity.

“Lanai—?”

“We love you. All we want is for you to be happy. And you won’t be happy here.”

You stare at your best friend and feel tears prick the corner of your eyes, “I’m going to miss you so much,”

Lanai flings her arms around you, “I know. I’ll miss you too. But this isn’t goodbye forever. It’s just…until we see each other again.” She pulls back and wipes a tear off her cheek, “Now, let’s get you out of this get-up.”

A shaky laugh falls from you as she starts pulling gems out of your hair and drops them on the floor as though they’re worthless, “How’d you remember the ship name we picked out when we were six?”

“Because I’m amazing, that’s how. Now shush, we have to be quick. Here’s a makeup wipe to get that gunk off your face—”

Exactly one hour later, the Red Robin leaves atmosphere.

Three years later, you’ve made a name for yourself as a transport pilot who is quite skilled at dealing with pirates, cartels, and everything in between. You’ve made friends with Jedi and bounty hunters.

And, so far as you can tell, no one is looking for the run-away bride who you used to be.

You’re just glad that you’re able to be you again.

You’ve recently dyed your hair dark pink and added three more tattoos to your ever-growing collection. 

Today, though, you’re taking a vacation day. 

A vacation day on a very nice space station, where you’re nursing something fruity and sweet and is probably 85% alcohol. You cheerfully stick the umbrella back into the drink and flick it so it twirls around the pale blue liquid, and start to seriously consider a beach vacation on Scarif when someone knocks on your table.

You lean back and peer up into the very amused face of Jango Fett.

“Jango!” You beam at him and kick the chair out for him, “Have a seat! It’s been ages!”

He sinks into the chair next to you and steals your drink to take a sip. “Yeah, yeah. I was on the other side of the galaxy. On a job.”

“I figured,” You beam at him, “Still, it’s nice to see you. I miss you when you’re not around.”

He flashes you a small smirk, and takes another sip of your drink, “You know, I’m pretty sure this is just alcohol flavored with sugar.”

You shrug, “Probably. Anyway, what brings you here?”

“You, actually.”

“Oh?”

Jango drops a bounty puck between you and activates it with a press of a button. Your face appears on the holo.

You blink at yourself, and then at Jango, “Someone put a bounty on me?”

“Please tell me you’re not flattered about this,” He says with a sigh.

“Surprised, mostly.” You lean in and squint at the holo, “My hair hasn’t been that color in years, and that outfit!”

“It’s your face, but it’s not your name, Dove.” Jango replies, “I was contacted by a man who said that his bride-to-be vanished on their wedding day. I don’t suppose you have an explanation?”

“It was supposed to be a political marriage. I would have had more freedom as a prisoner.” You explain, “I’m not going back, Jango.”

He sighs and leans back in his chair, “Apparently your family misses you. And I can’t believe you never mentioned this to me.”

“They can continue missing me. The only way you’ll get me back there is in a body bag.” You reply as you steal your drink back and take a sip. “And it’s something that I wanted to forget.”

He folds his arms, “You’re so stubborn.”

“I will not be anyone’s trophy wife.” You hiss as you lean across the table, “Ever.” You frown when you see the tiny smile on Jango’s face, “Why are you smiling like that?”

His smile widens, “I’ve been offered a job. A long job.”

You stare at him, confused, “Okay?”

“I want you to come with me.”

“...what?”

“Because you’re talented and clever,” Jango replies, “And you read people the way that most people read books, and I need that.”

“For what?!”

He leans in, “I was contacted by someone who, I’m pretty sure, is a sith,”

“You’re fucking with me,”

“I’m not.”

“You can’t help the Sith, Jango. Do you remember anything good happening when the Sith were involved? Like. Ever?” You demand.

He leans in a little more, “Listen, they want me to go to Kamino and allow myself to be cloned.”

“That’s the dumbest damn thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“I have a plan.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to let them, and then I’m going to take the clones and retake Mandalore.” Jango’s smile is sharp, “Kriff the rest of the galaxy, and kriff the sith.”

“You’re going to start a war.”

“Wars going to happen with or without me,” Jango points out, “This way, I get to control the narrative.”

“And why do you want me?”

“Like I said, you’re clever and you’re good at reading people. I need people following me who I can trust.” He pauses, “People I can trust like how I trust you.”

“Jango—”

“Also, they’re giving me a clone to raise as a son, and he’s going to need a mom.”

“Wow, that’s romantic.” You say sarcastically.

“Come on, Dove. You know I love you.”

“This is stupid, Jango. You know that, right? I mean, it’s going to take years—”

“They’re going to have increased aging for 10 years.” He explains, “Cyare, please, I need you on this.”

You sigh softly, “Alright, Jango. I’ll help. But if this goes wrong—”

“I’ll protect you. I swear it.” He takes your hand and presses a light kiss to your knuckles, “So…will you marry me now?”

You know that this whole thing can go wrong in millions of ways. But right here, right now, you decide to trust Jango. That’s what it is to love someone, right?

[brunossan]

So, lets go with part 2 of the resume of The Beniko Order in Sith resurgence

In the part before i talked about the origin of Beniko and their Curse, but now lets continue getting deeper on this star wars fanfic.

1-Darth Alora and The Clone Wars

Remembering what i said before about the Curse of the Force hating on Beniko clan, life was not easy for them, because their numbers were already small, but having the Force attempting to ruin your life all the time is basically a herculean task. The Beniko clan however managed to survive until the events of the prequel era, where we can talk about 2 sith that are referenced in the fic but were given more info outside of it.

The first one is Darth Safik, the greatgrandmother of Aliana, who was the Master and adoptive Mother of Darth Alora, who was Aliana's Grandmother. Safik and Alora lived normal lives, however Safik was killed by a Bounty Hunter, leaving Alora alone. The bounty Hunter is never specified or talked about by Lily, but knowing that she dislikes Mandalorians, i headcanon it was either Jango Fett, Cad Bane or Durge.

Mostly Jango because of personal spite

After that, Alora wanders around during the Clone Wars but eventually she went after the jedi after discovering Darth Sidious was a Sith Lord. However, they dismissed her and didnt cared about her warnings. So one day she invaded the Jedi Temple and copied at least 80% of all their archives. Alora then went hiding and decided to watch the Clone wars ending from afar, without getting involved. However, she eventually got found by Palpatine, who sent Darth Vader after her. After a long fight, Alora got killed by Vader, leaving behind her apprentice Darth Mayrik, also known as Tahleea Beniko.

Who swear revenge on Vader.

2-Darth Mayrik and the New Republic

After training by herself for years, Tahleea go after Vader and fights against him, almost winning until Starkiller (Yes, the events of Force Unleashed games are slightly canon in this fanfic, but lily never specified HOW MANY because in future Galen Marek becomes a senator who is on Aliana side) stopped her and made her retreat, eventually this failure making her give up on revenge and focusing on her being an ally from Rebellion while hiding her identity as a Sith Lord. Eventually, after the fall of the Empire, she joins the New Republic with an objective...

DECRIMINALIZE THE SITH

Tahleea believed that the Sith Creed got a bad reputation because of lots of Rotten Apples and the Jedi influence, and also believed that erasing the Sith history and regarding it as a Darkling Cult was erasure and historical genocide, so she tried using the New Republic to change the views of People about the Sith. However, it didnt ended well as even Mon Mothma, her friend, did not liked the sith neither saw the good side on preserving their history. So Tahleea decided to leave to the Outer Rim and as her ancestors did, not care about how route the Galaxy would go.

However before Tahleea left, she had a romance with a Senator from Dantooine named Yensin Tiralli, where their forbidden love generated the main character of this fanfic...

Aliana Beniko.

3-Today's Subject: Slavery

After Aliana was born, Tahleea realized that she needed money to raise her daughter well, so she went after a job. In Outer Rim you must be wary of what kind of job you want, specially if you want to be paid well. So the job she chose?

Slave Trafficking for the Hutt Cartels.

Yes, you read it right. Tahleea Beniko was a Slave Trafficker, but not the kind of capturing and enslaving ones. No no no she was just the one who drove the ship and took them to their places. Its not that bad, right?

That was a Lily excuse about People calling her out about it. But lets continue for the worst part about it.

Her job really paid her well, even if she disliked it and hated herself for doing what she did. However one day she "Lost" a slave in Jakku. A small Child who was sold by her parents.

Yes, in this fanfic that one ship we see in Rey's flashbacks is actually The Fury, the Ship used by The Beniko clan for at least 3.000 years, and is the one who left her in Jakku. How can a relic from such a far past still works? I dont know. But the fic sells it as being better than the Milenium Falcon anyways.

Detail is that Rey in the fic remembers feeling comfortable inside The Fury because of Aliana being there with her. And its because when she was sold and taken to The Fury she was ugly crying until Aliana comforted her. So the fic literally goes "awww you already knew eachother as children, you were made to be together". GAL, you were trafficking her.

Also Rey is implied as being the only one Tahleea left behind, wich means there were lots of People who got trafficked and no one saved them, while she was filling her pockets with dirty money. But the excuse its heard much is this.

"She needed to take care of her daughter."

Well, she took care of her. Until the Curse decided to act...

And a Skywalker ended their peace.

Thats it for now, part 3 is on its making and will focus more on the fic itself instead of its lore as its the route im going with this resumes.

Bye bye