#Jocasta nu

[charmwasjess]

I’ll never quite get over just how integrated kids are into daily Jedi life and the implications of that.

Dooku’s Temple "job" for years seems to have been “teaching lightsaber preschool.” Sifo-Dyas, the guy with the scary doom visions? Oh yeah, they have him working with infants, bringing babies to the Temple as a Seeker. Jocasta Nu is constantly depicted interacting with the younger generation of Jedi, teaching, helping, or mentoring. In TCW, she knows all the Padawans on sight. 

There’s just something really ordinary and charming to me about this. Sure, Dooku is a terrifying 2m of spider limbs in a robe, but he’s still going down on one sinister knee to check out the little crying kid who got a finger crunched by one of those wooden training swords. How many of the TCW-era Jedi were once babies who played with Sifo-Dyas’s hair loopies or cuddled on his chest as he pointed his T-6 back toward the Temple after another successful Seeking mission? (Space is, after all, cold. 🥺) You just know Jocasta is in very reluctant possession of knowledge of every single teen Padawan drama, crush, or breakup. She tries to stay out of it, but she’s broken up fights and pulled particulars into her office for tea and a gentle lecture on the inherent self-destructiveness of gossip. 

And these are not “just some” Jedi - they are all combat trained, politically important, at the top of their rank and even each sit on the Council at some point in their lives. The Jedi Order really went ��super powerful space wizards with laser swords, yeah, but they should also all definitely know how to change a diaper." 

[emily-escott]

And he was definitely super calm and rational about that

[starwarsanthropology]

Little comic for an OC… little archivist guy. I love him v much

Frame-by-frame under the cut

[khryptid]

Missing the days where the Jedi Order used moxie, the power of Friendship™, a good deal of wit, and a lack of common sense to get shit done in the galaxy

[saphronethaleph]

Longform Statistical Analysis

“Master Nu,” Windu said, with a smile. “It’s nice to see you in the Council Chambers once more.”

“Thank you,” the librarian replied, inclining her head. “Unfortunately, I bring dire news.”

“...you do?” Windu asked, worried now. “What kind of dire news?”

“Dire news coming out of the library is usually either trivial or an absolute disaster,” Ki-Adi-Mundi contributed. “Which is it, so we can decide how worried to be?”

“Quite possibly, both,” Nu told him. “To summarize… Masters, two years ago we discovered that the Sith were not extinct. With this in mind, I have been engaged on a long-term project – I evaluated data about the discovery, admittance, tenure and ultimate loss of every single Jedi for which we have data. Every one in our archives.”

“Now I understand why it took so long,” Even Piell said. “In fact, I credit your skills for taking so little time. That must have been… what, a thousand years… there are ten thousand knights now… hundreds of thousands of Jedi total?”

“Around that,” Nu confirmed. “But the problem is… this. This is the number of active Jedi at any one time, during the first hundred years after Ruusan.”

Her holoprojector activated, showing a kind of flow diagram made out of strands of light. Light yellow marked those newly discovered and accepted as initiates, green padawans, blue for knights and purple marked those who were masters. The tiny Order, wounded but triumphant in the years immediately after Ruusan, was reborn and swelled as it gained more members and those members it had reached greater degrees of Mastery.

“Two hundred years,” Nu went on, as the diagram swelled and zoomed out. The growth was slower now, harder to see on the same scale, but the Order pulsed in colours of green and blue and purple as the Golden Age of the Republic continued.

“...you said this was dire?” Adi Gallia asked.

“We’ll get there,” Nu said, accelerating the projection a little.

As it ran forwards, decade after decade passing by until it approached the present, Master Yaddle leaned forwards in her seat.

She wasn’t the only one. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but the Jedi Order – which had swelled to enormous, triumphant scale during the Golden Age – had begun to contract again.

By the time it reached the present day, it still possessed deep reserves of strength, but the colouring was… just a little different. The purple of Mastery was less common, though the blues and greens of Knighthood and Padawan were still fully present, and Nu manipulated her controls a bit more.

A second strand appeared, this one much thinner and more intermittent. And, as time tracked towards the present, it went from a shading of mostly blue hundreds of years ago to shades that were a little more green.

“This is the members of our Order who left our ranks due to their death,” Nu explained. “While the differences year-to-year are so minor that I would hesitate to describe them as meaningful, when given the long view and looked at in aggregate the effect is clear.”

She folded her arms. “The Sith faced by Knight Kenobi is the anomaly – an open Sith attack which makes no pretensions as to what they are. This is what I would call a true threat, Councillors. Not a single Sith who seeks to kill individual Jedi in a duel, but a centuries-long program of gradual, subtle, pervasive damage to the Jedi Order, chiefly through the loss of Padawans before they become Knights.”

“You think the Sith are behind this?” Ki-Adi-Mundi asked.

“Behind any given casualty?” Nu asked. “...no. I have no proof I could offer, though a detailed examination of the loss of any given Padawan may conclude that there was some other factor behind their death. Behind the whole pattern? I think it’s quite possible, Master Mundi. We know the Sith can plot and plan for something for a thousand years, and there are only two targets for such a plot that make any sense – ourselves, and the Republic.”

She met the gaze of each councillor in turn. “If this is not due to the Sith, my friends, then we must ask ourselves – what is? They have been doing something for ten centuries and we know nothing about it.”

After a slightly dismayed silence, Yoda tapped his gimmer stick on the floor.

“Much to think about, we have,” he said. “Master Nu – more to say, have you?”

“Yes,” Nu replied. “My presentation, I hope, serves as a reminder that the Sith did not appear out of nowhere two years ago. They have been doing things over the last thousand years, and it is quite possible that we have run into their machinations without identifying them as such… it would be a great mistake to generalize from the Sith defeated by Knight Kenobi.”

“...hmm,” Windu said, frowning. “During the interrogations of Nute Gunray. He said that his actions were based on a shadowy figure pressing him to get a treaty signed by Queen Amidala of the Naboo. That treaty would have benefitted the Trade Federation, but nobody else.”

“The wording of the treaty, benefit the Trade Federation, it would,” Yaddle said. “The existence of the treaty – benefit someone else, perhaps?”

In his office, Sheev Palpatine paused halfway through reading a law.

He had the strange feeling that he’d just been betrayed by his greatest ally. But that was nonsense, since the closet thing he had left to a true ally was paperwork…

[newgrean]

A companion piece to this post

Image description below the cut!

ID: A digital comic of Shaak Ti leaning on a library desk, arms crossed, with a cup of boba tea in her right hand. She has a relaxed, slightly amused look on her face and is speaking to Jocasta Nu who is on the other side of the desk. Master Nu has one arm resting on the desk and the other hand on her hip. She is smiling and has one eyebrow raised at Shaak Ti. Shaak Ti asks, "Hey girl. Got anything on sentience qualifications or cloning ethics?" Master Nu replies, "Do you even have to ask?"

[gffa]

I LOVE JOCASTA NU AND I'M GOING TO MAKE EVERYONE ELSE LOVE HER WITH ME. (Star Wars: Padawan's Pride | Brian Q. Miller)

[inquisitor-apologist]

EDIT: Anon has informed me that Obi Wan’s weapon is a meteor hammer, which is pretty cool!

For the uninitiated:

Gunsaber

Inquisicoptor

Lightwhip

Umbrellasaber

Lightsaber knifesuit

Lightsaber tonfas

Swiss Army Knife Saber

Weird saber vents

Obi-Wan’s meteor hammer thingy

Jocasta Nu lightsabergun

[jedifisto]

I’m back

[voidartisan]

Y'know I think Ahsoka is actually a really good illustration of how the whole Jedi-as-a-collective-family thing works. Anakin is her master and he fills a kind of older brother role for her, and she has not one but TWO members of the Jedi council 100% ready to teach her how to drive and make dad jokes at her and remind her not to mess with the thermostat too much, plus another one that definitely has her favorite candy in one of his robe pockets at all times, and of course luminara who i am absolutely convinced was her cool aunt figure during the clone wars. not to mention aayla, tera sinube, jocasta nu... the list goes on, but they all treat each other like close extended family at the very least and it's there in the show. of course their relationships and roles don't map perfectly onto a nuclear family construction and i just use them as shorthand but in conclusion:

❤❤❤!!!

[twinterrors29]

Jaster Mereel, holorecording: Greetings, Exalted One. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jaster Mereel, Mand'alor and humble student of history. I know that you are powerful, mighty Master Nu, and that your anger with my people must be equally powerful. I seek an audience with Your Greatness to bargain for entrance into your Jedi Archives. With your wisdom, I'm sure that we can work out an arrangement which will be mutually beneficial and enable us to avoid any unpleasant confrontation. As a token of my goodwill, I present to you a gift: these two historical jetii'kade from my own Keldabe Archives, along with their provenances. Both are in working condition and will serve you well. Jocasta Nu: oh neat, free grad student!

[emily-escott]

I imagine the older they get, the less of a kriff they give, and they’ll just start interrupting each other and neither one will back down.

[furious-blueberry0]

hi hi hi i don't know if you are in mood to draw new characters but i don't think i've seen jocasta drawn by you? and she is like The Old Lady

Madame Nu🥺

Also yes, she’s THE old lady of the Star Wars universe

[thecodyagenda]

Things that would fix Star Wars characters

Maul: a stress ball

Anakin: a tiny Lego pod racer set

yoda: nothing he’s irreparable

kenobi: like a little bit of spice in his food. not the drug I’m talking about adding at least some salt and pepper. maybe adding some colour to his wardrobe idk

palpatine: a little cat to sit in his lap. it wouldn’t fix the guy but it would make the movies more enjoyable for me personally.

owen lars: nothing doesn’t need fixing he’s perfect as is

Jocasta nu: a sheet of gold Star stickers

[saphronethaleph]

The Bibliophile Gambit

“A Sith Lord?” Mace asked. “Really?”

“He said he was,” Anakin confirmed. “I… don’t know what to think, Master Windu. He’s been my friend for so long, and now…”

“I understand,” Mace told him. “You’re questioning everything he’s ever told you, because he’s been lying about that for the whole time you’ve known him – you’re asking how much he’s responsible for.”

“Yeah,” Anakin agreed, then paused. “And… I’m… I’m not sure why he revealed himself to me. He said he wanted me to use his knowledge, to – well, to do something that I want to do.”

He leaned against the wall. “I wish Obi-Wan was here. He usually helps things make sense.”

After a moment, he looked up at Mace. “...what are we going to do now?”

“Stop him, probably,” Mace replied. “I’ll take several other Jedi and arrest him.”

“Arrest him?” Anakin repeated, still trying to process. “Are you sure?”

“No,” Mace admitted. “My first instinct is to kill him, as soon as possible, so he can’t use his Force powers to do… something. Something dangerous.”

He rubbed his temples. “We’re right near the end of the war, we think. Obi-Wan destroying General Grievous is devastating to the Confederacy’s war effort. So why is he revealing himself now?”

Then Mace glanced up at Anakin. “Do you have any ideas?”

“No,” Anakin admitted. “I… guess it might be something political?”

“Political,” Mace repeated. “Political… perhaps that’s it. If we’re getting right to the end of the war, and he is a Sith, then… the war has let him accumulate all kinds of power to himself. We were going to make sure he surrendered the emergency powers, but-”

He cut himself off. “This is bad news.”

“I know,” Anakin said. “I know! And – I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what we should do. We need to stop him, right?”

“We need to stop him,” Mace agreed. “But we need to be as certain as possible of success. We cannot fail – if we attempt to kill him, and we fail, then Palpatine will have the justification he needs to keep his emergency powers.”

“Why would you need to kill him?” Anakin asked.

“If this is his plan, he will not come quietly,” Mace replied. “He will not submit to arrest.”

He frowned. “I need to think.”

“We need to hurry, don’t we?” Anakin said. “And – are you sure he won’t be arrested?”

“Anakin, if he’s told you, then it’s for one of two reasons,” Mace replied. “Either he expects you to turn to the Dark Side and help him out, or he expects the Jedi to come for him. There’s no way that being arrested would help him out, not that I can see – and if he does agree to be arrested, then that just means he has a plan for that situation as well.”

Anakin clenched his fist. “Then what do we do?” he asked. “This is – it sounds like he’s planned for everything!”

“Maybe he has,” Mace replied. “Or – maybe not.”

Palpatine looked up. “Master Windu,” he said. “And… Masters Kolar, Fisto, and Tiin. I take it General Grievous has been destroyed then.”

He looked thoughtful. “I must say, you’re here sooner than expected.”

Mace Windu stepped forwards a pace, his expression glassy calm. “In the name of the Galactic Senate of the Republic, you are under arrest, Chancellor.”

“Are you threatening me, Master Jedi?” Palpatine asked, eyeing the lightsabers all four Jedi had ready – not ignited, not yet, but held in preparation to do so.

“I am not,” Mace replied, evenly. “You have been credibly accused of being a Sith Lord, specifically by the name of Darth Sidious. You have also been credibly accused of the murder of Darth Plagueis.”

That was enough to make Palpatine look confused.

“...what?” he asked. “Why do you care about Plagueis?”

“You murdered him, did you not?” Mace replied. “Chancellor, if you submit to arrest and to the judgement of the Senate, then this can be resolved peacefully.”

“I am the Senate,” Palpatine grated out.

“Not yet,” Windu denied.

“I don’t think there’s enough of you,” Agen Kolar murmured.

Palpatine stood, flicking his wrist, and a lightsaber appeared in it.

“It’s treason, then,” he said, igniting it, then a spike of blue light smashed though the glass and took his head off.

“...all right, I understand up to that part,” Padme admitted, less than a minute later.

She looked at the hologram of Anakin, in the council chamber, as the footage from the holorecorder Saesee Tiin had been carrying faded away. “The Jedi Masters summoned Palpatine to surrender, and he drew a lightsaber. But what was that?”

“It was Master Fisto’s idea,” Anakin said.

He’d been relaying the imagery to Padme for her input, since she was the only politician he trusted at this point, and he shook his head. “Master Windu asked the others what was something that a Sith would never expect the Jedi to do, and Master Fisto pointed out that something that would qualify was – sniper overwatch.”

He shuddered. “Also, I’m never returning any holobooks late again… so, uh, what do you think the Senate is going to think of this?”

“Well,” Padme began, then stopped and frowned. “With that kind of evidence, I think – it’s going to be very hard for anyone to be a public supporter of Palpatine in the Senate, now. He literally proved their accusations when he drew that lightsaber.”

She frowned. “And I’m not sure why he exploded, either…”

“That’s because of the Dark Side,” Master Windu contributed. “The Dark Side is self-destructive, that’s one of the dangers of the Seventh Form… admittedly it’s not usually quite that literal.”

[blackkatmagic]

Okay but that's super cute, I'll add that to my picture of the Senate.