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whitejays-galaxy · 1 month ago

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Designing the entire disaster lineage as cats🐱(Reupload)

I accidentally made some design errors, so I had to redo them... To make up for my mistake, there's a small surprise in the end ^^

The disaster lineage:

This is their actual size chart

My favorite trio:

Dooky and Quiggs becuz they deserve more love:

Ref sheets:

Horizonstar/step(Yoda):

Name Meaning:

"Horizon" carried the meaning of him being the leader of his clan, a beacon of light in the distance, "Step" meant he was always one step ahead of his clanmates, thus using his knowledge and power to help his cats.

Frostshard(Dooku):

Name Meaning:

I chose "Frost" because of his cold, collected, haughty demeanor, and "Shard", his presence being able to hurt others, like when you touch a broken shard of glass. It also represents his sharpness.

Sagepelt(Qui-Gon-Jinn):

Name Meaning:

"Sage" symbolizes his wisdom of the living Force, spiritual sanctity, vice, and virtue, which some knights thought he was delusional, while others respected his high moral standards.

If you look at a sage plant, the leaves are fuzzy, and they often grow in large swishing bushels, hence the suffix "Pelt"

Hazeldusk(Obi-Wan-Kenobi):

Pls ignore his traumatized face

Anyway

Name Meaning:

I chose "Hazel" because of his pelt color and warm/comforting personality. "Dusk" has a deeper meaning; Hazel trains Skyfire, who turns to the dark side and brings Dawnclan's legacy to an end; therefore, Hazel teaches the one who brought the "Dusk" of Dawnclan's era.

Skyfire(Anakin Skywalker):

Name Meaning:

I chose "Sky" because of his godlike abilities, for in many countries and religions, the sky was where the gods lived, "Fire" because of him being ferocious yet warm/loving like a small bit of flame in a hearth. It also foreshadows how he would fall, consumed into flames.

Tawnyrain(Ahsoka-Tano):

Name Meaning:

I chose "Tawny" because of her pelt color, and "Rain", symbolizes her abandoning the teachings of Dawnclan when she goes into exile, like the rain washing over dust and grime, the corruption of Dawnclan ways, coated over her innocence and pure heart.

Long yap incoming...

<Lore>

Dawnclan was created over a thousand years ago by four Force-sensitive cats: Sunspirit(Cala Brin), Tigerblaze(Rajivari), Valorsoul(Garon Jard), and Eclipseshadow(Ters Sendon).

"True justice cannot be driven by emotion. We knights can set our passions aside, and seek the truth without fear or favor." - Sunspirit

"When Dawnclan's order began, I saw we must be dedicated to peace. To calm our emotions, and end war across the galaxy. If we fought, it should only be in self-defense. That is the founding principle of civilization." - Valorsoul

"So much is fleeting. But I remain. And I remain the cat I was." - Tigerblaze

"I am Eclipseshadow, keeper of the histories. A founder, and chronicler, of Dawnclan." - Eclipseshadow

-They walk the dreams of their ancestors in Starclan, a clan created by the light side of the Force.

-A Force-Sensitive kit is taken to the temple at a very young age, training in the basic forms of dueling.

-Padawans(apprentices) train for approximately two years with their assigned Master, the names usually ending with a 'Paw'(a universal suffix meaning apprentice or student)

-Knights must at least have trained an apprentice before they can be selected for the Dawnclan Council, a group of the most talented cats.

-A Dawnclan knight is forbidden to take a mate or have kits.

There is no Emotion, there is Peace

There is no Ignorance, there is Knowledge

There is no Passion, there is Serenity

There is no Chaos, there is Harmony

There is no Death, there is the Force

It is hard to know the birth of Darkhaven, yet one thing is for sure, evil has lurked since no beginning nor end.

The official name of these dark warriors was created by Hellfire, a soulless she-cat whom many say was the embodiment of evil itself.

The Fate Wars, the first great war in the Galaxy, led to the victory of the knights of Dawnclan, who built their main camp on the ruins of Darkhaven.

After the events of the Fate Wars, two more happened during the history of the Galaxy:

The first was the Cold War: in which former Darkhavener Corvidheart(Darth Revan) challenged the Emperor Vortexvoid(Emperor Vitalle) to reclaim balance on both sides.

The second was the Grey Wars: Darkhaven leader Stormcutter(Darth Malgus) brought the Dawnclan order to its knees and took over for a long time. This caused a rebellion act against the Darkhaven Empire by normal citizens, and as a result, the Republic was born - an invisible group that consisted of various clans and tribes to discuss peace and to help each other in crisis.

Many years passed after the Grey Wars, and one by one, the warriors of Darkhaven were hunted down by the knights of Dawnclan.

Nightshade(Darth Bane), the last known leader of Darkhaven, and the maker of the Rule of Two, swore revenge. They will always lurk in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Her apprentice Plagueshadow(Darth Plagueis) continued her work in silence, training the dreaded Lightningstrike(Darth Sidious), who would create the most feared and powerful Darkhavener of all time: Lord Deadsoul(Darth Vader)

When a Dawnclan knight falls to the Dark side, their features grow haughty and sharp because of the Dark Forest water.

Only Darkhaveners have orange eyes.

They usually have red crystals on their foreheads but in rare circumstances, purple or black could be seen also.

They communicate with the Dark Forest, an everlasting place of the Dark side of the Force, with murky water and wizened trees.

They have the Rule of Two, only allowing a Master and an Apprentice to live.

Peace is a lie, there is only Passion

Through Passion, I gain Strength

Through Strength, I gain Power

Through Power, I gain Victory

Through Victory, My Chains Are Broken

The Force shall set me Free

About Kyberclaws:

They glow red hot at the tip when unsheathed at battle mode. But they can't use them for long, or the heat would kill them(Yoda/Horizonstar has a record of using them for a full thirty minutes)

They are functioned by the Kyber Crystals on their foreheads and could cut through anything except Beskar Wood( a tree known for its silvery wood and toughness, used by the Mandalorian cats)

A Dawnclan cat develops this ability once they are 6 moons old, as their bodies mature enough to withstand the claw tip's deadly heat.

About crystals on foreheads:

The Crystals are the main source of the Kyberclaw's power, and when forcefully taken, it would cripple the owner for eternity(like a bird without wings)

When a Dawnclan cat dies, the Crystals turn a dead-looking grey, devoid of all power.

About Droids in the Au:

They are animals that are neither living nor dead(such as rats, foxes, shrews, badgers...etc)

Their commander controls them with the Smoke Crystals(used like comlinks)

About Starships in the Au:

They are huge birds of prey tamed by the cats.

Alright... the surprise... I'm actually astonished you scrolled all the way down here.

Cuddle Pile!!!

This is one of my oldest Aus that I'm working on; it's a mix of my two favorite fandoms: StarWars and Warriors(cats)

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this👍

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renlyslittlerose · 2 months ago

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Kinktober Day 2 - Sexting

For @chirpchirpmuahaha 💗

Just Text Me - 1,743 Rating: E Content: Established Relationship / Explicit Sexual Content / Sexting / Masturbation / Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Menace / Dirty Talk

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'Thinking about that pretty cock of yours.'

Anakin stared down at his comm-link on his wrist, re-reading the innocent letters that combined to create a message that was anything but. At first he thought he'd hallucinated the message, his propensity for daydreaming when it came to imagining Obi-Wan in a variety of positions and circumstances finally getting the better of him. But no, the message remained there clear as day, hovering above Anakin's wrist in small, electric blue font.

Obi-Wan was texting him.

About his cock.

In the middle of a debrief with the 501st.

Anakin was brought back into the room when Ahsoka shifted, her shoulder pressing up against his as she slumped further in her chair. Before them Rex stood in front of a holo-map, the sharp lines of his face highlighted as he dutifully went over their last battle with the aplomb that only Rex could muster even after all these brutal months. Around them the other clones listened intently, matching furrowed brows and bright eyes across their faces.

Another chirp from Anakin's comm-link alerted him to a new message. Covering the comm-link with his hand he straightened up slightly and tried to pay attention to the report. He was a General of the Republican Army and a Jedi who had reached the rank of Knight. He was respected and well-regarded by the men who sat and stood beside him, and called Master by the young Padawan currently trying not to fall asleep next to him.

He shouldn't look.

He couldn't look.

Even though he really, really wanted to.

His cheeks burned and his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't contain the small patter of excitement that coursed through his body any time he thought about how Obi-Wan Kenobi was sending him lewd messages. It wasn't often he stepped out of line in such a fashion. Any time they so much as brushed hands in public Obi-Wan would straighten up, pull away, and fuss with his collar of the hilt of his lightsaber in an attempt to distance himself from Anakin. It was only in the privacy of a bedroom or the thin walls of a tent that Obi-Wan would suck on Anakin's tongue and palm him through his trousers, desperate little huffs slipping past his lips as he painted Anakin's body with his adoration.

He did not send 'lewd messages' and he certainly didn't do them when away on assignment.

Another chirp.

What if it was important? What if it was someone trying to inform Anakin that R2 had done something 'needlessly violent' again, or that he'd done something 'needlessly violent' again and had to report to some command post to get a lecture from Master Yoda over a holo-call?

Taking in the room quickly, Anakin made sure no one was looking at him before he opened the messages.

KENOBI.O: 'I adore the way in which your come rests on my tongue, the vestiges of it tasted throughout the day as I long and wait for our inevitable reunion.' KENOBI.O: 'Sometimes the memory of how your legs spread and your back arches as you beg for my cock, are all that get me through the day.'

Anakin swallowed thickly.

"You okay, Skyguy?"

Anakin slammed his hand over his comm-link and glared sharply at Ahsoka. "I'm fine," he gritted out.

"I was just asking." Ahsoka rolled her eyes and slumped further in her chair, her arms crossing tightly around her narrow frame. She sent Anakin another look before she turned her attention back to Rex.

Rex, for his part, was still prattling on as if his General and his Padawan hadn't just sniped at each other like a pair of vexis.

Another chirp.

Slipping his hand away, Anakin opened the message and turned slightly from Ahsoka.

KENOBI.O:'The sounds you made last week when I tongued you open were simply divine; the taste of the sweat along your thighs even sweeter. Tell me, darling, how many times have you come from the memory this past week?'

Anakin held back a groan and bit the inside of his cheek. Hard. He could feel Ahsoka pressing against their bond, a little irritating tremor that worked its way into Anakin's teeth, but he blocked her out best he could and slipped into the warm space where Obi-Wan's presence was kept. Though they were separated by starlight Anakin could still feel Obi-Wan, soft and reassuring.

And turned on.

With a steady hand Anakin replied.

SKYWLKR.A: 'Haven't had time to get off this week. Been busy. But I'm just saving myself for you :)'

He waited a few seconds before Obi-Wan replied.

KENOBI.O: 'That's not a very exciting reply. Do better.'

Anakin rolled his eyes. Of course Obi-Wan would criticize his text messages.

SKYWLKR.A: 'All night and every night I wack off to the thought of your thick cock and big balls, oh Master of mine.'

A soft flutter of annoyance went through their bond, barely felt but still there all the same.

KENOBI.O: 'Anakin.' KENOBI.O: 'Be a dear and help me through this session. I've been edging for the past hour and I realize what I truly need is you. Now help me through this or I'll withhold from you the next time we're together.' KENOBI.O: 'I won't even let you smell my undergarments.'

Anakin let out a low keening sound.

"Skyguy?"

"I'm fine," Anakin snarled at Ahsoka.

He stood then, not giving Ahsoka's startled look time to make him feel bad. With a curt nod to Rex he slipped through the crowd of clones and situated himself in one of the back corners, tucked away save for the presence of a droid that cooed quietly when Anakin approached. Pressing into the corner, he pretended to look invested in important business - which he technically was - and returned to his comm-link.

SKYWLKR.A: 'You touching your hole?'

It took only a moment before Obi-Wan replied.

KENOBI.O: 'No. Think that's a problem? Did you want me to?' SKYWLKR.A: 'Yeah. Suck on your fingers and then rub the spit against your hole. Get it nice and wet.' KENOBI.O: 'Will you be doing the same?' SKYWLKR.A: 'I'm in a debrief. Can't. But I'll call you when I'm out.' KENOBI.O: 'The call will have to go through encrypted channels, darling.' SKYWLKR.A: 'So? Let them know how much I want your cock in my mouth. Let them know how good I am for my Master and how I let him train me in all sorts of things :)' SKYWLKR.A: 'And let them know how much you love to fuck me. How you use your Padawan for your own pleasure. How much of a slut you are for my cock and hole.'

There was a lull after that, and Anakin knew Obi-Wan was touching himself. He could almost picture it - Obi-Wan spread out on the bed, one hand wrapped around his fat, long cock while the other fussed with his hole, pushing but never breaching, thick, rough fingertips rubbing against the puffy rim. Or maybe he was playing with his nipples while he touched his hole - Obi-Wan always did love it when Anakin pinched and bit and licked them, getting them nice and pert and swollen.

Finally, another message appeared.

KENOBI.O: 'What else should I do?'

Anakin glanced around the room to make sure the meeting was still going and that no eyes were on him, before he shot off another reply.

SKYWLKR.A: 'Hump the bed and keep playing with your hole.' KENOBI.O: 'Rather undignified, don't you think?' SKYWLKR.A: 'I do it all the time.' KENOBI.O: 'The point remains.' SKYWLKR.A: 'Don't pretend you're better than me. I know you're a slut.' SKYWLKR.A: 'Now hump the bed, little jack-rabbit.'

Another lull. Anakin hoped Obi-Wan was humping the bed, but knew he probably wasn't. Sometimes he made Anakin do it while he watched, saying he liked how desperate Anakin looked as he took his pleasures from the bedding. It wasn't as good as having Obi-Wan's hands on him, but the sight of Obi-Wan sitting as he fucked himself was enough to make Anakin come every single time.

SKYWLKR.A: 'You fucking your bed?' KENOBI.O: 'No. It's too narrow.' SKYWLKR.A: ':(' SKYWLKR.A: 'Then what are you doing?' KENOBI.O: 'My hand. The old fashion way.' SKYWLKR.A: 'Old is certainly descriptive.' KENOBI.O: 'Do you think you're being cute?' SKYWLKR.A: 'I know I am :) now keep going, old man.'

There was another lull, but Obi-Wan replied first after a few moments.

KENOBI.O: 'I'm close. How shall I finish?'

Anakin rolled his eyes at the use of 'shall' but pondered the question all the same. How should he finish? A variety of images flashed through Anakin's mind - Obi-Wan thrusting up into the hollow of his hands, or finally slipping a finger into his hole to play with his prostate, or maybe sat on the edge of the bed in front of a mirror, watching himself as he--

"General?"

Anakin looked up from his comm-link to see that the men were dispersing and all that was left was he, Rex, and the little droid.

"Uh, what?" Anakin asked. He shifted slightly, his tabards sliding gracefully across his groin.

"The debrief is over," Rex said slowly. He peered at Anakin. "Are you... alright?"

Anakin smiled tightly. "I'm fine."

"It's just..."

"Speak freely."

"Maybe you should see a medical droid about that flush of yours. We were on that cold planet for a while - you might have picked something up."

"I'll think about it. Now uh... you're relieved." Anakin nodded his head toward the exit.

Rex, for his part, saluted and left as instructed, no backward glances or looks of suspicion sent Anakin's way. As soon as he'd slipped through the door Anakin returned to his comm-link and typed his message.

SKYWLKR.A: 'Angle your hips up against the wall and come all over your face. Soak yourself in your come and then lick what you can from your lips and beard.' SKYWLKR.A: 'Make yourself as dirty as you make me.'

A moment passed, Anakin's blood rushing furiously though his head as he waited for the inevitable confirmation.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a message popped up.

KENOBI.O: 'Too late; I've long since finished.' SKYWLKR.A: '????? ??????? ??????????????????' KENOBI.O: 'You took too long to respond. I told you I was close.' SKYWLKR.A: 'How did you come then??????' KENOBI.O: 'The 'old' fashioned way. With my hand.' KENOBI.O: 'Now get back to work, darling. You are on duty, are you not?'

#obikin #star wars fanfiction #lemon fanfiction #lemon does kinktober 2024

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legobenkenobi · 2 years ago

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thinking about how almost nobody in Obi-Wan’s life chose him-except for Cody.

Qui-Gon was assigned to be his master by Yoda. he didn’t choose Obi-Wan. (and even after they grew closer and developed a good bond, in Phantom Menace Qui-Gon once again didn’t choose Obi-Wan and chose Anakin instead)

Anakin only ended up being his Padawan because Qui-Gon died, and though Anakin does love him, he still didn’t choose Obi-Wan- and, when the time came for Anakin to choose, he chose Palpatine / Padmé over Obi-Wan.

Satine loved him, but she didn’t choose him. she put her duty over him, and he did the same, even though he would’ve left his entire life if she asked. but she didn’t.

Cody, though. Cody’s last act of free will before Order 66 is to give Obi-Wan his saber back, and what would’ve been his first truly free choice was to go protect Obi-Wan on Tatooine and spend the rest of his life with him. he CHOSE Obi-Wan. really chose him.

for the first time in Obi-Wan’s life, someone chose him like that.

#codywan #sw #obi-wan kenobi #they make me so insane #commander cody #star wars

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anakinskywalkerog · 1 year ago

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My Very Soul (Chapter 33)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 32

Warnings: grief!! depression!!! tread lightly!! things will get better, our girl will heal, but please engage with this only if you feel good/healthy yourself! also, drama/angst, but that's what you get from me

Summary: Anakin comforts you after the death of your Master; you wrestle with some difficult truths, and agree to train with someone new

Word Count: 2.7k

It was heavy. There was no other way to explain it. Your grief was a heavy pillow, suffocating you as you lay in your bed. You felt like the sheets might swallow whole you under the weight. The feel of Anakin's arms around you faded in the face of the soft, quiet, heavy feeling pressing on you. It was like being underwater. It was like trying to fight wind stronger than a hurricane. It pushed you down, and you felt like you had no strength to fight against it.

You'd awoken after Felucia in the Temple's medical chamber, Anakin at your side. You had no memory of anything that had happened after Yuma had been killed, and you didn't understand why Anakin looked so full of relief, why he had tears in his eyes at the sight of you. Obi-Wan had simply explained that you had lost consciousness, similar to the way you had when encountering Dooku's presence. Something in Anakin's face told you that it wasn't quite that simple.

Still, you couldn't find it in yourself to care, much, about what had happened after your Master had been taken from you. You couldn't find it in yourself to care about anything at all, other than the arms that remained around you, other than having Anakin by your side. You found that there were times when even that desire started to fade; when you felt the heaviness pressing in and lost any feeling at all.

"Y/N," Anakin whispered, shaking your arm a little, reaching over to run his fingers gently through your thick hair, pushing it away from your face. Every so often he would say something like this, something soft and gentle, like he were trying to make sure you could still hear him.

"I'm here," you replied, not looking at him, but reaching out and gripping his sleeve. Anakin brushed away the tears that fell softly and steadily out of your eyes and onto the sheets of the big bed in your Jedi apartment, situated in the Knight's Billet in the Temple. This is where you had remained for days, barely moving, barely sleeping or eating, struggling to fight the weight in order to keep breathing.

After you had left the medical chambers, you had recounted to the Council how Vyra had lured you into that cave, how she had manipulated the severity of the battle on Felucia and used the Sith dwelling to call to you in order to trap you and 'torture' you. You had told them what she had said of her reason for doing so, her grudge that she had held since you had been assigned your mission on Serenno. You had explained what she had recounted about Dooku and his mysterious "Master"; you'd noticed that Yoda and Windu had shared a look at that information. You couldn't bring yourself to care, at the moment, what that meant. You had struggled for breath, standing in the center of that circle of Jedi atop the tall tower, as you had recounted the last moments of Yuma's life: how she had been in the throes of a horrible vision, caused by the poison that made her live through her worst fears. You could barely get the words out when you described Vyra killing your Master, and taking her lightsaber. Obi-Wan had stood up to walk you out, his hand on your back the whole way back to your apartment, his face grim. You hadn't emerged since.

"Y/N," Anakin said again, stroking your face, your arm. "You need to eat something." You shook your head. The thought of moving at all, let alone eating, drinking, sounded too hard. You felt the heaviness pressing in on you.

"I love you," Anakin said again, and the agony in his presence was like a spark, a stabbing pain that brought you out of the heavy feeling, if only for a moment. Your eyes filled, again, with tears.

"I know," you whispered, looking into his eyes.

"I'll be here with you," Anakin said, reaching forward to kiss your eyelids, brushing the tears away with the gentle press of his lips. "I won't let them make me leave."

"You can't stay forever, Ani," you sighed, curling into him, wishing your words weren't true.

"I won't—"

Anakin cut off his words, feeling the same disturbance in the Force that made your senses heighten. Someone was coming.

A soft knock sounded on the door of the apartment. You and Anakin both looked at each other, sensing the presence that stood outside.

"Maybe he'll leave," you breathed into Anakin's ear, not moving. Anakin remained still, listening. You waited, holding your breath.

"Y/N," you heard, Obi-Wan's soft voice calling through the door as he knocked again. If he came into the apartment, it would only take a few steps past the kitchen for him to see through the open bedroom door, where he would find you and Anakin in bed together—

"What do we do?" you whispered, panicked, your eyes widening. Numb with grief you may be; but if you and Anakin were caught, it could risk your position in the Order. Anakin's eyes darted around, and landed on the tiny wardrobe built into the wall. Jedi Knights were granted little storage space, as they were not to keep possessions of their own.

"Anakin, he'll sense you!" you whispered frantically, but Anakin was already up and running in his boxers to the wardrobe. He sucked in his gut and used the force to close the wardrobe's doors as you heard Obi-Wan's voice sound again from outside the door.

"Y/N, I'm coming in," Obi-Wan said, his voice gentle and suppliant. You pulled yourself up in your bed, fighting against the heaviness in your limbs as you used the Force to summon your robe, hastily throwing it on over your nightgown as the door to your apartment opened and Obi-Wan stepped inside.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," Obi-Wan said as he walked forward to stand in the open door of your bedroom. You knew you probably looked like Moraband; you hadn't visited the refresher in days, and your hair was a tangled mess on your head. You felt Obi-Wan's thoughts linger on the dark circles under your eyes.

"That's all right, Master," you replied, your voice hoarse. Obi-Wan walked forward and pulled the chair near the window around so that it was facing you. You gulped as he turned, looking back to you as if to ask, may I ? You nodded, gesturing that he should sit. Obi-Wan had never been inside your apartment before—his presence startled you enough that you felt the heavy numbness backing away from you.

"I came to bring you this," Obi-Wan said, leaning forward in the chair and pulling something from the pocket of his robes. As he reached out to hand it to you, you sighed in amazement.

"How...?" you asked, leaning forward to take your lightsaber from him and gripping it. You felt each familiar divot of the hilt like you had found an old friend lost to time; you felt the ghosts of tears prickle behind your eyes, and you willed them away.

"I recovered it for you, on Felucia," Obi-Wan responded quietly. "When you were found, in that cave." His tone was careful, quiet, and solemn. "I wanted to return it to you before, but...it seemed a difficult enough moment." You thought back to facing the Council, to the whirlwind of emotions you'd faced upon waking up here, in the Temple, without your Master, for the first time in your life.

"Thank you," you managed to get out, looking back up at him and keeping your tears at bay. He simply nodded. You looked around, feeling awkward, working to keep your gaze anywhere but on the wardrobe behind Obi-Wan's back.

"I also..." Obi-Wan started, and you met his gaze, his face lit by the rays of sun streaming in through the partially closed blinds. "I am also here because I wanted to make a proposition to you."

You squinted, gripping your robe around yourself, inclining your head to indicate that he should continue.

"You are, of course, under no obligation to do so..." Obi-Wan started, rubbing his hands over his mustache and through his beard. "But...I know how important it was to Yuma that you work on your ability, to block out the presences of the Sith." At these words, your heart dropped. The weight came back in full force, pushing you down. It was an effort to keep yourself seated, to not lay back into the sheets and give in to the heaviness that pressed into you. You swallowed, nodding. "I would like to continue your training, in that regard," Obi-Wan said, watching you intently, his voice soft. "Not to pick up where Yuma left off, necessarily. But to work to make sure you are fully in control of your abilities...so that, when the time comes that you must protect yourself, you are as prepared as you can be. I would like to do everything in my power to help you."

You struggled to breathe evenly, working the air in and out of your lungs. You knew that Obi-Wan meant well—that he was trying to show care for you, and for Yuma, by offering to help. And you knew you needed the help, knew now that your susceptibility to the dark side of the Force was a liability. So you couldn't help but hear the unspoken truth behind Obi-Wan's words—that it was your fault, what had happened on Felucia. That if you had made more progress in your lessons with Yuma, she would still...

Be here, you finished in your head, your eyes welling up against your will. You didn't need Obi-Wan to tell you. You knew the truth. You knew who was responsible for Yuma's death.

"Y/N," Obi-Wan started, leaning forward like he wanted to do something to comfort you, but you shook your head, letting the tears fall.

"I'll do it," you said, pushing against the heaviness. "I'll train with you." It was all you could manage. Obi-Wan paused, as if debating, then leaned back in his chair, putting his hand down.

"Good," Obi-Wan replied, his voice contemplative. "I'd like to start right away, given that the war has made it so my time at the Temple is limited. Tomorrow?" You nodded, looking away from him, your face flushed at your embarrassment. You'd never cried in front of Obi-Wan, and you didn't like it—you didn't want to feel weak around him, the Jedi who was always so very much in control. Until recently, you'd thought of yourself and Obi-Wan as similar souls, similar warriors who kept their emotions in check. You now realized that you were useless in more ways than one, that people like Obi-Wan would always surpass you. You wanted to go back to sleep.

"The last thing..." Obi-Wan continued, his voice unnervingly gentle. "I wanted to tell you," he said, leaning forward in his chair, waiting until you looked up to meet his gaze, "that you aren't alone. Though I know that no one and nothing could ever replace what Yuma was to you—to all of us—I want you to know that you still have family, here. That you still have a mentor that cares for you deeply." You blinked, the brazen affection in this statement disarming you.

"And that if you ever need to discuss anything," Obi-Wan continued, "anything, even things that you wouldn't bring to others in the Order, you can come to me. Whenever you need." You could have sworn Obi-Wan glanced infinitesimally toward the wardrobe, but it was so fast, you must have been imagining it.

"Thank you, Obi-Wan," you said, your voice small, your gratitude sincere. You felt so much affection and adoration for the Jedi Master sitting in front of you. You wished only that his faith in you wasn't so displaced. You felt your body shaking, the effort of pushing off the weight beginning to wear on you.

"That's all," Obi-Wan said, smiling at you as he stood, walking toward the door. "I'll expect you in the meditation chambers tomorrow." You nodded, feeling drained. "Don't—don't be unkind to yourself," Obi-Wan added, pausing in the bedroom doorway to turn back to you. "All of this is hard enough as it is." You nodded again, wondering how he could sense what you were thinking so accurately. Obi-Wan turned away, striding for the door to the apartment.

You listened as the front door slid shut, waiting, your heart beating. He didn't return. You sank back into your pillows, pulling the robe around you in a cocoon as you heard the wardrobe door slide open.

Anakin didn't say anything as he lay down next to you, pulling your whole body and cradling it in his arms, burying his face in your hair.

"Training might be a good thing," Anakin whispered, in a tone like he was trying to sound optimistic. You pulled yourself closer to him, your body quivering as if you were cold. You felt the tears at the edge of your eyes again, felt the quivers turn into quiet sobs.

"I'm here," Anakin said, kissing your head and stroking your back. "I'm here." What else could he say? Everything certainly wasn't okay. You tried in vain to calm the sobs, but they continued. Whenever you fought the numbness enough to stave it off, this was what happened. It was, in some ways, worse to feel.

"I should have been there," Anakin said vengefully, his voice shaky, "I shouldn't have left you." You inhaled, quickly, another sob breaking out of you.

"Are you saying—are you saying that you could have prevented it?" You pulled back in Anakin's arms, looking him in the face, your eyes wide. "That it's my fault, that she's...that she's...?" you felt your body continue to shake. Unfamiliar anger pulsed through you, the bitter anger that was only self-directed. You needed somewhere to put it. Nothing made sense, anymore. Your brain turned to fire.

"No, of course—no, Y/N, of course that's not—" Anakin started, alarmed, gripping your arms as you pulled farther away from him.

"You don’t have to say that, because I already know!" you replied, shouting now, as you pulled yourself out of the bed, standing before him. Anakin was on his feet immediately, his arms outstretched for you, but you backed away. "I know what happened is my fault entirely!! If I hadn’t—choked—if I had just listened—"

"Y/N, no, no, that's not it, no, listen to me, that's not..."

"You heard Obi-Wan," you continued, sobbing again. "And you said it yourself. Yuma was right. I was a liability, and because of me, my Master is dead."

"Y/N!" Anakin was shouting now, reaching out for you again, but you pushed him away, backing into the corner of your bedroom and sinking to the floor.

"Just leave," you choked, closing your eyes, feeling the world around you start to sway. "Just go." The world was starting to fade.

"Y/N," Anakin said gently, moving toward you slowly, his arms outstretched like he was approaching a loose rancor. "Y/N, it isn't your fault. None of it was your fault. I didn't think that for one second, and neither does Obi-Wan."

"Just leave," you repeated, softly, your sobs coming freely now. You didn't deserve to be comforted. You wanted to descend into oblivion. You were starting to lose the feeling in your legs, in your arms. You looked around, but saw that your vision was blurring over.

"I can't do that," Anakin murmured softly, and you felt his hands prying at your arms. You hadn't realized you'd been gripping your knees so tightly. You started to breathe quickly. "Look at me, Y/N," Anakin whispered, and you looked around, frantic now, your eyes clouded, unable to see. "Come back to me," Anakin breathed into your ear, and you blinked, his face swimming into view.

"I can't ever leave you," Anakin said, pulling you into his arms right there on the floor. You wanted to reply. You wanted to tell him that you couldn't ever leave him, either. You wanted to promise that the two of you would be together forever. But the world had changed, when Yuma had been taken from you. Or, you had changed. You now knew that everyone, no matter how much you loved them, would someday vanish. You didn't understand it—how one day, someone could be so very real, and the next, they could be gone. And Anakin would vanish, someday, too. You leaned into him, feeling how very real and alive he felt, with his arms around you. You felt the heaviness descend as you wept.

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clover-hoe · 6 months ago

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Anyway here is my redo of starwars

part one

(longer post)

Everything changes because Obi-Wan actually hates politicians. Sorta.

Instead of just stabbing him, Maul slices Qui-Gon diagonally as PadObi-Wan gets into the room, causing his master to poof. Obi-Wan still gets Maul, like in canon, and everything progresses like normal.

So besides that its just Obi-Wan hating politicians.

For about five years. Now 14 yo Anakin goes to Obi-Wan to talk about the fact that he still has a crush on Padme (bc palps isn't whispering lies into his ear), and Obi-Wan says "Ani its been five years you met her once I don't want to be rude but please get over it" or some Jedi version of that. Anakin eventually does, and continues on as a padawan till AOTC.

The pair are still assigned to protect Padme, but Anakin sees her as more of big sister than anything else. The trip to Naboo only solidifies that. Since he is more open with his master, Anakin tells Obi-wan about his visions of his mom, and she was given slight protective measures, so she never get taken by the tuskins. Obi-Wan finds the clones, gets trapped on Geonosis, sends out the signal, which still get to Anakin because he was being a silly boi and visiting his mother with Padme.

Much of AOTC is similar, but Anakin doesn't lose his hand because he is smart and waits for Obi-Wan. Dooku still gets them with a force shove, escaping (for now).

Anakin is still a padawan during the war now, losing his hand to Dooku on Christophsis because Dooku went there instead of Asajj. Anakin is knighed after that, getting Ahsoka and a note telling Obi-Wan "field knight him ;)" from Yoda (or some jedi equivalent of that). Anakin doesn't know what to do with the padawan braid so he just pockets it for now.

Now that TCW has started, Anakin and Obi-Wan are sent their separate ways as they fight around the galaxy, meeting up every few weeks to fight together (they happen to be besties, along with their commander and captain).

Enter the fact that I, at heart, am a hopeless romantic and a sucker for forbidden love. Rex and Anakin are together by the year one mark. Dispite the two of them being terrible at lying, obvious, over all STUPID- no one finds out. In fact, everyone outside their inner circle think Anakin and Padme are dating, despite many people (mainly said inner circle) walking in on them

Cody and Obi-Wan end up together by year two, both much better at hiding it and being aware of their surroundings. No one ever finds out.

#i have been working on this for so damn long #my sanity?#destroyed #star wars #im gona call this the #crosed au #cool #captain rex #obi wan kenobi #the clone wars #commander cody #anakin skywalker #rexwalker #padme amidala

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thecleverqueer · 1 year ago

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I think if your goal was to try and convince Ahsoka that Anakin was a piece of shit master that ultimately wasn’t good for her, the only person that could do that effectively would be Rex.

Rex questioned Anakin in his teachings, and often scoffed at him when he did questionable shit. Rex could be like, “so, you remember how he basically told you that he didn’t want to deal with you when you told him you were assigned as his Padawan?” Or “yeah, I practically begged him to stop making us stun you over and over and over again after you laid out cold on the floor for an hour, but he just wouldn’t listen.”

And, Rex would absolutely remind Ahsoka what an asshole Anakin could be when he found out Anakin was Vader. I’m not wholly confident that Rex was ever made aware (we know Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Yoda, Baylan, Luke and a handful of others know, but I’m unsure if it was general knowledge). Rex would consider what it did to him and his brothers, how they were forced to kill their generals and commanders (people they saw as friends), how he was personally tasked to kill someone he viewed as a baby sister, and how Anakin was directly responsible for the death and disregard of his brothers after the Clone Wars ended. Rex wouldn’t be forgiving.

Ahsoka would listen to Rex because he is a mentor figure to her. He is someone she loves and trusts deeply. I believe he’d be the only one with the clout to do it… if someone were trying to make the point.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #ahsoka series #captain rex #anti anakin skywalker #the jedi the witch and the warlord

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margindoodles2407 · 6 months ago

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How taco Tuesday saved the galaxy please!

HAHA You are in LUCK, this is a bunch of BULLET POINTS so you get the WHOLE THING

MUAHAHAHA

HOW TACO TUESDAY SAVED THE GALAXY

AKA The AU Where Nothing Goes Wrong And Everyone Gets To Be A Big Happy Family (AKA TAUWNGWAEGTBABHF)

A Star Wars Crack-Treated-Seriously Fix-It AU by Margin and Margin's Friend

The Premise

All the bad things that happen in the Star Wars prequels are prevented because Anakin and Obi-Wan established a tradition of Taco Tuesday with friends when Anakin was a young padawan.

The Premise, Broken Down

Tacos are an invention of Tatooine. They’re easy and inexpensive to make and can be garnished with practically anything. When Anakin was a child, Shmi would make them often for this reason, but they were so poor that she could hardly ever afford anything other than cheese and the spicy peppers that somehow thrive in the planet’s arid climate. (To this day, cheese and pepper tacos remain Anakin’s favorite.) Though they weren’t anything much, the simple love and care that Shmi put into the meagre meal established them as Anakin’s most favorite food.

After the events of The Phantom Menace, and early into Anakin’s apprenticeship, he shyly mentions to Obi-Wan that he misses his mother’s cooking. Intrigued about Anakin’s native culture (because he was the only member of the original party who didn’t get to go on that field trip to Mos Espa) and earnest to find ways to understand and befriend his young Padawan, Obi-Wan begins to research traditional Tatooinian cuisine- and Anakin gives him tips as they haphazardly learn to make tacos together. They both highly enjoy their experience, and before they realize quite what’s happened they’ve established a tradition of making tacos together every Tuesday night.

As time passes, they begin to invite friends over to share their taco-making exploits.

In the early years, this means a lot of visits from Obi-Wan’s best friend Quinlan Vos and his own apprentice, Aayla Secura (because the Anakin-Aayla childhood friendship happened and you CANNOT and WILL NOT change my mind).

About three years after TPM, 12-year-old Anakin spontaneously invites Master Yoda over, without Obi-Wan’s knowledge, and he shows up about halfway through dinner, leaving Anakin delighted and his poor master very confused. Yoda continues to just show up, uninvited, from then on, and after the initial shock wears off, taco night without Yoda is unnatural and unheard of.

Obi-Wan himself, taking note of the mounting tension between his Padawan and Mace Windu, decides when Anakin is about 15 to begin inviting the Master over for taco night as well. Mace doesn’t care for tacos, but does quite enjoy nachos- another Tatooinian invention- and he and Anakin come to the realization that Anakin’s favorite kind of taco, cheese and spicy pepper and crickets, is practically the same as Mace’s nachos in a taco shell. It is the first of many times they will learn to reconcile their differences in such a manner.

Inevitably, Attack of the Clones happens. Padme is still almost assassinated, Obi-Wan still finds out about the Clones and Kamino, Anakin is still assigned to be Padme’s bodyguard and they still fall in love. But Shmi Skywalker doesn’t die. Because in this timeline, instead of a lavish dinner in a gazebo on the shores of a Naboo lake, Anakin makes tacos with Padme and his mother in Cliegg Lars’s kitchen… using ingredients that they bought while their transport, due to a technical oversight and a malfunctioning engine, was landed for a refuel and repair on Tatooine.

Anakin wants to share his favorite food with the woman he loves, and while in the market, Anakin can’t stop thinking about his dreams about his mother. Their transport will be stopped for a few days, due to the amount of time needed to refuel and repair such a large ship, so he decides to ask around for her while they’re here anyway. He still meets Watto, Cliegg, and Owen and Beru. He still rides to the Tusken camp where his mother is still imprisoned. But he arrives days- nay, weeks- earlier than in canon. He can still save her. Shmi doesn’t die in his arms. The Tusken Massacre doesn’t happen. Anakin gets his mother medical attention and she is saved. By the time they return, though, his and Padme’s transport has already left for Naboo, but they decide Tatooine is still safe enough for Padme, so they let her hosts in the Lake Country know they’re safe but won’t be staying with them after all, and the Larses are kind enough to provide residence for Shmi’s son and the charming woman he’s traveling with.

Obi-Wan’s broadcast still reaches Anakin and Padme, and the battle of Geonosis still happens. The Clone Wars still begin. Anakin is still knighted, still secretly marries Padme, still takes Ahsoka as his Padawan. But in this timeline, there are Taco Tuesdays.

Even on missions, as often as they can, Obi-Wan and Anakin make time for their taco dinners in some fashion. And their stretches of time on Coruscant absolutely provide for this. Various people come and go, but by the middle of the war, there is an established guest list that meets every tuesday night:

Anakin and Obi-Wan, of course. Ahsoka, naturally, because she’s their little sister. Rex, usually with various members of the 501st trailing behind him, and Cody, as often as he can make it, with at least half of the 212th. Yoda and Mace, who have been coming without fail every Tuesday since they were first invited, unless their lives are endangered or they are halfway across the galaxy. Padme, too, desperately needs a break from her senatorial duties, and as wife close friend to Anakin, she’s more than welcome.

And that’s not even getting into the various guests that will show up at Master Kenobi’s apartment, usually without warning but always welcomed with open arms. Plo Koon, Ki-Adi-Mundi, and Luminara Unduli will drop by whenever it is possible for them; Ahsoka will bound in dragging sweet, nervous Barriss Offee behind her at least half the time; Aayla, as Anakin’s closest childhood friend, stops by when she’s not overly preoccupied by something else, usually trailed by her husband Commander Bly or her former master, Quinlan Vos; during particularly tumultuous sessions of the Senate where representatives from nearly every Republic and Neutral Planet are called, it isn’t uncommon to see Padme walking in while in the middle of a conversation with the ever-well-received Duchess of Mandalore. Plenty of Clones can be expected at any given gathering, as well as any Jedi and/or Padawan who just needs a meal.

There are many reasons why so many people are drawn to Taco Night: the warmth of a family, the laughter of friends, the immutable fact that tacos are so diverse that everyone can technically be eating the same thing yet have exactly what they want on their dinner. And the conversations. The discussions, whether jesting in nature or of a more serious subject.

And it is a mix of all of these things that leaves a mark on Anakin Skywalker.

From the beginning, even back in the days when he was nine years old and it was just him, Obi-Wan, and their apartment’s tiny kitchenette, he had a sense of home. Of a love similar to the one he shared with his mother- not exactly the same, never the same, but not quite so different as he had thought, and a good kind of different. He still misses his mother, of course, but he comes to realize- in a way that his canon self never did- that love multiplies, not divides. That to love Obi-Wan, and then Padme, and then Ahsoka, and then all his other friends, does not diminish his love for his mother. That to have a new family does not mean that he has forsaken the old one. He learns the difference between empty, jealous attachment, and full, warm, self-giving love.

And he learns to listen. The conversations that his family- his large, eccentric, taco-loving family- hold can range from silly (it is perfectly acceptable to tease Obi-Wan for eating tacos with a full set of cutlery, and to laugh at the fact that Ahsoka’s tacos are meat, and only meat, including having a slice of ham as the vehicle instead of a flatbread- Togruta are carnivores, after all) to serious (why exactly attachment is forbidden, what attachment even is, if and how it is possible to reconcile the current state of affairs in the galaxy with the peacekeeping nature of the Jedi), but one thing stays the same- people listen. In this universe, over meals of bread and cheese and various meats, Anakin learns to think about the other viewpoint. To compare, contrast, and reconcile his own beliefs with the opposing viewpoint. To observe, ponder, digest, what the other person is saying before blurting out something rash, or acting on impulse. Anakin learns to listen.

And listen he does.

For it is not merely Anakin Skywalker who is changed by these weekly dinners. In various manners, the events that transpire at Taco Tuesdays prevent horrible catastrophes taking place.

Barriss Offee’s descent into despair.

The deaths of so many valiant and virtuous men and women.

Awful tragedies within and without the ranks of the Clone Army and the Jedi Order.

Most importantly… the mess that is Revenge of the Sith.

Because he learned to listen, to think, to be mindful of his thoughts and actions while around the dinner table, Anakin doesn’t let his anger get the better of him in the General’s Quarters aboard the Invisible Hand. He does not bow to the pressure of Palpatine to kill Dooku, instead remaining firm in his Jedi principles and insisting that Dooku be kept in custody.

Because Barriss Offee never betrayed the order, Ahsoka was never framed. She was never expelled. She remains Anakin’s padawan. And so she continues to attend Taco Tuesdays, and one late night, utterly exhausted and thus lacking the filter formed by a fully-awake and alert mind, she comments that Senator Amidala is looking a bit fuller around the waistline than usual. And suddenly it’s not just Anakin and Padme aware of her pregnancy, it’s three Jedi Masters, a Padawan, and at least seven Clones.

(Needless to say, everyone privately arrives at the very logical conclusion that Anakin’s the father. But at the moment, there are bigger fish to fry, including winning a war and getting the senator proper medical attention.)

The Council still asks Anakin to keep tabs on Palpatine, and Palpatine still forcefully appoints Anakin to the Council. He is still not made a Master. But years of learning while lounging on Obi-Wan’s couch with a taco in hand to listen, to observe, to be mindful have changed several things about Anakin. For one, he no longer blindly trusts the Chancellor. His observations and his intuition tell him that something about the man cannot be trusted. So he is, in this timeline, less reluctant to keep an eye on Palpatine. And for another, he is more understanding and respectful of the Council’s decisions. He may not personally agree with the decision to withhold the title of Master from him, but he understands that to be on the Council at all is a great honor, and he is hopeful that perhaps, someday, he may achieve the rank of Master through his wisdom.

Obi-Wan is still sent to Utapau. He still confronts Grievous. Grievous is still killed. But back on Coruscant, something is different. Because, Obi-Wan may not be there at the moment- but, in this timeline, he’s not the lynchpin holding Anakin’s fragile sanity together. In this timeline, Anakin is wise. And in this timeline, he is not haunted by the deaths of his mother. Of the Tuskens. Of Dooku. Of the visions of Padme’s death.

When Palpatine asks Anakin to the Opera, intending to plant the seeds of doubt about his loved ones’ safety in the young Jedi’s mind, Anakin has to politely decline. I’m sorry, Chancellor, he apologizes. But that’s Tuesday night. I already have a commitment to keep. No one hears the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise that night.

Palpatine is astronomically frustrated. He has no new apprentice. He knows it’s only a matter of time before the Jedi, finishing tending to Dooku’s severed hands, begin to question their prisoner. He knows that his plan is falling apart at the seams. So he makes a final, last ditch effort to bring Anakin to the Dark Side.

He summons Anakin to his office one bright, clear morning. And he reveals that he’s Darth Sidious. He smooth-talks his way through Anakin’s righteous anger, promising him everything the Jedi can give him and more. He will make Anakin a Master. He will make his marriage to Padme safe and known. He will give him unlimited power, and Obi-Wan and Ahsoka can be his right-hand men. They will rule a glorious empire, together.

And perhaps Anakin starts to falter. Perhaps he considers it. Perhaps it truly does tempt him, for though he is wiser in this universe, he is still only a human, proud and prone to selfishness.

But one thought, only a single thought, crosses his mind.

He asks, “But do the Sith have tacos?”

It is a foolish question, and he knows it. Instantly, his face burns with childish shame. But he was not asking whether or not the Sith can make the Tatooinian staple, not really. He was asking, really, if the Sith can give him the love and warmth and understanding of the weekly dinner meetings. If the Sith can give him a family. If the Sith can touch his soul.

Palpatine is taken aback, for a moment. Then, a smile crosses his face. “Of course,” he promises. And he strides over to his fridge and pulls out… something. A taco, he assures, but in a bag for convenience. And made with high-end, Coruscanti delicacies, not the crude aboriginal toppings of Tatooine.

And Anakin is disgusted. Because this taco is not a taco. Not in the sense that Anakin means. It was mass prepared by droids in a factory, not individually crafted by the hands of someone who knows and loves him. It is filled with bland, blanched pastes, not the symphony of colors and flavors that represent a galaxy of cultures in the palm of his hand. It was made to be nibbled on alone, on the go, not enjoyed with all the people he loves when he made time specifically for them. It is everything that a taco isn’t. It’s empty. Void.

Soulless. Just like the Sith.

Palpatine- rather, Darth Sidious- lies dead at Anakin’s feet, his head cleanly and painlessly severed by an arc of brilliant azure.

With the death of Sidious comes the death of the War. Order 66 never happens. The Jedi Purge never happens. Darth Vader, Ben Kenobi, Fulcrum, and the Rebellion are never born, and Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, and Padme Amidala never die. The Empire never rises from the ashes of the Republic. Bail Organa is elected Supreme Chancellor in the wake of Palpatine’s demise, and he ushers the Republic into a new golden age of peace and prosperity. Padme succeeds in convincing the Senate to pass the Clone Rights Bill, and millions of men rejoice as they are free to live as citizens of the Republic.

And speaking of Padme- nine months have passed. She does not deliver her twins, dying, on a transport ship from Mustafar, but alive, well, and healthy in a hospital on Naboo, just as she had wanted so badly. She names her son Luke, and while Obi-Wan is still the first to hold him, it is not because of Anakin’s absence or Padme’s lack of strength. Anakin is right there, holding his wife’s hand because she still has one more baby to deliver. Obi-Wan is simply giving his assistance to a friend in need. And Anakin names his daughter Leia, and it is Ahsoka who holds her, torn between excited squeals of I get to be an AUNT, good Force she is the cutest little girl and a quiet, hushed reverence for the tiny life she holds in her hands.

One final note on the Skywalker Family. Now that the War is over, it can be properly addressed: Anakin broke the Jedi Code, not merely by violating his vow of celibacy but by concealing this truth from the Council. Despite all he has done for the Order- which is acknowledged and given its due praise and recognition- he cannot be allowed to remain in it. Yoda, Mace, Aayla, and Obi-Wan- as well as many other Councilmen and Women- all wish it were not so, but the rules are very clear. And yet, Anakin is wise in this universe. He acknowledges his fault and his deception. He humbly accepts his expulsion, because he knows full well that he deserves it. And so he remains on good terms with the entirety of the Jedi Order. He is even allowed to keep his Lightsaber- because, Jedi though he may no longer be, the Force is still with him. And after all, this lightsaber is his life.

Ahsoka is transferred to Obi-Wan to finish her padawan training. Anakin and Padme retire to Naboo, where they raise Luke and Leia in relative peace- that is to say, as much peace as you can get when your last name is Skywalker. They are happy. They are very happy. The twins love, and are in turn adored by, their Uncle Obi-Wan and Aunt Ahsoka, on their father’s side, and Uncle and Aunt Bail and Breha on their mother’s. They are doted upon by their Grandmother and Grandfather Naberrie (Padme’s parents) and spoiled by their Grandma and Grandpa Shmi and Cliegg, and Aunt and Uncle Beru and Owen. When it is discovered that they are both incredibly Force-Sensitive, Anakin has to practically wrestle the Council to not admit them to the Creche because all his Jedi friends want to train his children. Luke and Leia have, literally, thousands of uncles and/or cousins in the Clones, who are quite protective of their niece and nephew/baby cousins. No one is exactly sure what Satine is to them, but whatever it is, she has been quoted as saying, in private conversation, that she wishes they were hers, so clearly they have a loving relationship.

And when they are old enough to eat solid food, they, too, join the still-continuing throng of family that gather in Obi-Wan and Ahsoka’s living room every Tuesday for Tacos.

And they love it.

#the soulless taco was a mindless joke i had to figure out how to incorporate so it's a little wonky but there it is #how taco tuesday saved the galaxy #margin writes #star wars #you ask margin babbles

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stellanslashgeode · 2 days ago

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WIP Wednesday

I've been slowly putting together my Undercover Cop Becomes the Mafia Don's Daughter's Bodyguard AU, "Don't Get Captured" and here's a preview.

When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw.

Chapter 1

One-Thousand years of peace. One-thousand years since the Sith were vanquished. One-hundred plus since the Nihil Crisis. What a time to be alive.

Sure, there were tons of problems all across the Republic and beyond. The bureaucracy was vast and creaky, prone to cronyism and corruption. Corporate overreach and colonialism. Piracy and crime syndicates.

But that’s what the Jedi were for. With the Sith extinct, diplomacy and harmonious enforcement of Republic law was their most visible mandate, as well as religious instruction. Being an example to the Galaxy of what peace and justice can accomplish. A paragon of aspiration for the lay people of the Galaxy. At least that’s how it was supposed to work.

Ahsoka Tano felt a mounting excitement for her impending graduation from the Academy. She wasn’t the most academically-inclined student, but she was shaping up to be an excellent Jedi.

She was running parade field drills and mentally revising the guest list for her graduation ceremony when she felt a prickling at the back of her neck, as if the Force were making her wary of upcoming fortuitous changes. She glanced to her right. Under the shade of an arcade walkway her master, Anakin Skywalker, was having an animated conversation with Grandmasters Yoda and Mace Windu. This was not an uncommon sight, her mentor often clashed with the senior leadership, but when he pointed to Ahsoka and then looked utterly exasperated she had a feeling life-altering changes were afoot.

That afternoon she was summoned to the northeastern temple spire, the Reassignment Council Tower. Her throat felt dry and she couldn’t help breaking out in a cold sweat. Nevertheless she gathered up what professional gravitas she could muster and reported in.

She was led to a small lounge rather than the main tower chambers. Mace greeted her and asked her to wait for a few minutes while he consulted a report a messenger had just delivered via datapad. It was strange seeing the normally stoic grandmaster seated casually on an armless sofa framed by the evening commute of thousands of Coruscant civilians. Yoda was seated nearby, his eyes closed in quiet contemplation. Her master, and his master Obi-Wan Kenobi opted to stand off to her left. Kenobi had a vaguely grave feeling about him while Anakin seemed worried. Ahsoka sought to empty her mind of desires and worry. She stood at attention holding her left wrist with her right hand patiently waiting for the meeting to begin in earnest.

Eventually Mace scrolled down to the bottom of his message, signed the pad with its stylus, and handed it back to the messenger, who quietly departed. He put his hands in his lap and focused his attention on the young Togruta.

“Padawan Tano, thank you for joining us.”

“Yessir.”

“We have a special assignment that requires a talented young Knight. We have gone over the personnel files and feel you are a perfect fit.”

Ahsoka readjusted her posture to stand even more at attention. “Sir, I am not yet a Knight sir.”

He almost smiled. “We are aware, Padawan Tano. We cannot divulge the exact nature of this special placement until you accept it. Only that it is undercover work. Deep cover. It may be the work of years. You would ascend to the rank of Knight, but in a private ceremony attended by only those in this room. In public, you would be stripped of all rank and privileges and escorted out of the Temple gates in disgrace, as a civilian. Do you understand?”

Ahsoka slowly inhaled through her nose and nodded. “Yessir.”

Yoda, still with his eyes closed, tapped his gimer stick cane on the marble floor. “Everyone in your own creche would consider you a failure, and a dropout. Consider this, before acceptance.”

Ahsoka frowned. “Sir, is the assignment of such importance as to require such sacrifice?”

Mace made his lips a tight line. “It is.”

“Then I shall attend to the will of the Force and follow that path.”

“You need to be sure of this, Ahsoka.” Anakin tried not to sound like he was pleading. Ahsoka could sense the emotional resonance of the four men and her master had the most trepidation about this mysterious assignment, followed closely by Obi-Wan.

“Master, if this assignment is worth doing I would be honored to accept it. Glory be damned.”

Yoda finally opened his eyes. “Damned? Curious choice of words you have.”

“Are you confident in your decision, Padawan Tano?” Mace asked.

“Sir, if this is to count as my Knight trials, I accept.”

“One last thing,” Mace leaned back on his couch and crossed his legs. “Was there anything peculiar about the datapad I was reading earlier?”

“Sir?”

“Just generally, search your memory.”

“Sir, there was a sticker on the back of it.”

One of his eyebrows raised a millimeter. “What about it?”

“It was a triangle.” Ahsoka closed her eyes, picturing the object in her mind.

“What color?”

“Purple, sir.” She tried not to have it sound like a question.

Mace smiled warmly, which was always a welcome sight. Yoda looked over at him and nodded. Mace reached into his robes and retrieved a holoprojector disk. He thumbed it on, and it broadcast an image of an adult woman in an orange prison jumpsuit and white cowl, her hands cuffed behind her back, being escorted by two Corrie Guards flanking her. “Do you know who this is?”

“Sir, that is formally-Jedi Master Luminara Unduli.”

“She has done much damage to the Order’s reputation, do you know why?”

“Sir, I believe she was sent to Mirial to bring that system’s criminal cartels to justice but co-opted them instead.”

“The truth, this is.” Yoda muttered, looking away from the image. Viewing the image quite affected the four men. Ahsoka could feel Obi-Wan’s heart plummet in particular.

“Supreme Chancellor Organa has asked us to redeem our honor by shutting her operation down.”

“Sir?”

“Yes, Padawan?”

“Is she not in custody? Already serving a sentence?”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “She is able to continue directing her syndicate from her prison cell.”

Ahsoka looked over at him. “How? Didn't we put in the Spire?”

Mace answered for him. “Since we were only able to charge her with tax evasion and money laundering, the most we could do is place her in a maximum-security facility where she retains visitation rights.”

Ahsoka nodded.

“You will be assigned to the Little Mirial district here in the Capitol. You will join the ranks of petty criminals and become affiliated with the Illuminated Syndicate. You will rise in the ranks and get as close to Luminara Unduli as you can. All the while, you shall be collecting intelligence on their activities. Hopefully, we get enough to wrap the organization up and put former Master Unduli in the Spire.” He gestured across the room. “Knight Skywalker has volunteered to become your handler, whom you shall covertly meet with to report your findings. Am I clear?”

“Sir. Crystal clear, sir.”

“No trepidations have you?” Yoda asked.

“Sir. Of course I understand the gravity of the matter, that the Jedi Council not only requires my success, but the Supreme Chancellor as well. How could I refuse, sir?”

Master Kenobi nodded and scratched his beard. “You are hereby taken off all regular duties to receive special training. From the Jedi in this room, and a select few others. Until then, find your peace and wrap up the affairs of your old life.”

Ahsoka swallowed, and the gravity of what was being asked of her increased. Her old life, her new life. But what was her life if not service to the Jedi and the Living Force. Surely, she was making the correct decision. “Thank you, sir.”

“You are dismissed, Padawan.”

“Thank you, sir.” She took a few steps towards the door, then paused. “If I may, Master, Master Kenobi. Were you dueling earlier?”

They exchanged looks before Anakin responded. “We did, to blow off some steam.”

“It looks like you accidentally mixed up whose lightsaber was whose. Might want to fix that.” She turned again towards the turbolift.

Anakin unhooked Kenobi’s saber from his belt. “Alright, pay up.”

Obi-Wan dug in his pockets for a few loose credits. “We appear to have chosen the right candidate for the job.”

Anakin looked at him darkly, then over to the grandmasters. “I’ve been clear about how I feel regarding my Padawan’s first assignment. But if I was to trust anyone to go into that den of snakes, it’s her.”

#star wars fanfiction #ahsoka tano #barriss offee #barrissoka #the clone wars #luminara unduli #yoda #mace windu #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker

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inlovewithfictionalmensblog · 1 year ago

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𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ; Anakin skywalker

The feeling of loving someone who doesn't feel the same.

Jedi partners, Y/n Jinn and Anakin skywalker, have always been inseparable , one could easily think that they were in love, but how wrong they would be , seeing as though anakin skywalker has always been in love with Padme and Y/n.. well y/n is another story.

Warnings : angst!!! Violence, sadness , tears , fluff , y/n is qui-gons Adoptive daughter. The other woman vibes.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・.✫・゜・。.

——𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 , and then years did. Y/n Jinn was only a four year old girl when qui gon found her and took her in with a lot of convincing in the council. He was allowed two padawans thanks to Windu and Yoda.

Y/n was a quiet, observant, and brave jedi, listening to what was said and seeing things others were too busy to notice. Y/n rarely trusted anyone. She was even skeptical of Obi-wan at times, but somehow, in a strange way, a young, talented boy by the name anakin skywalker managed to step in and earn her trust in only a matter of seconds.

'Are you a Goddess?' He had asked her. Staring at her down, he was a boy , none other than maybe three years younger than her. Dirty blond hair and bright ocean eyes , his face was musty and dusty, but to her, he was a little adorable boy, who was probably a slave. And when she had asked him, he got offended and corrected her. That was the day she decided that she could trust him.

There was something about him, and she couldn't quite figure it out, which was rare since she was always able to know everything and anything in just the look of their eyes.

Obi-wan had used it against her at times, claiming that she'd rather trust a boy she'd only met instead of the man who's always been like a brother to her. In which, he had a point. But y/n always dissed him and rolled her eyes.

Only days later , the worst had happened, and y/n was left devastated. She had been so angry and heartbroken, she'd wouldn't leave her bed for days. Only left it when windu came to her, giving her the news that she'd be assigned to a different jedi master. Which was himself, while Obi-wan officially became one himself and was to train anakin. Y/n felt it was unfair but she did not argue.

Four years had passed, and both Ani and y/n were assigned to a mission. It had been four years since they saw each other , but now Anakin was older and much taller. Not older than her, but unfortunately, taller. Y/n and Anakin had become best friends by the end of the mission, and to that day, they were still bestfriends. But unfortunately, as his best friend, y/n had to listen to him yap all about his crush onPadme Amidala.

Which never bothered her, no , of course it didn't. Why would it? He was her best friend and that was it. But soon, that changed. Y/n began to feel things she knew she shouldn't feel, and when they both returned to coruscant for a mission to protect padme, her feelings only grew.

Seeing anakin and padme together had destroyed her insides. When she saw padme comforting anakin after his mother's death, when she saw them playing in the field in naboo , saw them kiss under the deck by the lake. All those moments had hurt her, especially when he had confessed his undying love to padme.

Y/n didn't know what to do. Anakin noticed the change in y/n. Seeing how quiet she was, she barely spoke to him and looked at him in the eye , she barely even got close to him. He didn't know why, which was rare. Because he always knew why.

It was odd. The only time she spoke to him during the entire mission was when he lost his arm, she had fought count dooku with the help of obi-wan, she had fought so hard, Anakin didn't even know if it was her fighting. It was the last thing before he shut his eyes.

The last time was when he was scared to show her the new replacement for his hand.

"This doesn't change anything, ani." Her voice was soft, gentle. Anakin was so ashamed, he couldn't even look at her. "I wasn't too quick, y/n. If I was quick enough I would still have my hand."

Y/n shakes her hand and gently grabs his metal hand, closing it with hers, her gentle eyes meet his. "There wasn't anything you could've done. Count dooku was too strong, but that doesn't mean you were weak or slow." She takes a deep breath, contemplating things.

Anakin worries for a moment, seeing her distracted face. "What's wrong?" He questions. He's searching for her eyes. She shakes her head and lets go of his hand.

"Talk to me. I feel like you haven't talked to me through this entire mission." He pleads, the sun was setting, it was warm and they were still in naboo and standing exactly where he and padme kissed.

Y/n avoids his stare and sighs. She walks toward the rails and lays her arms on it while staring at the clear blue lake. "I'm leaving." She let's out, finally. Anakin is confused.

"Leaving back to coruscant? I understand master windu wants you back but surely you c—"

"No, ani." Y/n turns herself, her eyes burned from the tears that were already swimming up. Tears shimmered in her eyes, and she takes a moment, "I'm going back to my planet. Y/p/n."

Anakin is quiet, silent. " For how long?" He asks.

"I don't know." Is all she can say. She's shrugging, sniffling. "I just need a break, I've already ta—"

"What about me?"

She's staring at him now. He's sad, confused, hurt. He doesn't want her to go. "What about me?" He repeats . He steps closer, and she takes a step back. He pauses. Raising a brow, he senses there's more to it.

"Y/n what aren't you telling me?"

Y/n looks away, "Look at me." He tells her she does. Her eyes are glossy she can barely see him clearly. "What aren't you telling me?" He says. Softly, gently. But he's eager to know.

"Nothing. There's nothing more to say." She's quick and blunt with her response, but he's not having it. He shakes his head, not believing it. He walks closer to her, almost to intimidatingly. "Tell me."

Y/n shakes her head, "I can't." She breaks down, tears falling down uncontrollably. Anakin rushes to her, grabbing her and pushing her into his arms. He doesn't know why she's hurting so much, but he wants to know. He's eager to know what's hurting her so much.

She's sobbing, clutching onto his robes. She inhales his strong scent like it's the last thing ever. After minutes of silence , she speaks, "I can't love you anymore." She whispers. She instantly feels anakin freeze underneath her. Her cheek is still pressed against his chest. He's stiff.

"I can't do it." She says again and done again. There's only silence. Anakin didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't that. He'd always loved y/n, but it was never like that. "I've loved you while you've loved her.." her voice breaks, Her arms tighten around anakin.

Anakin blinks.

"Talk to me." She says, but she doesn't pull away. "You haven't talked to me." She whispers, quieter. Anakin is shocked, to say the least—speechless.

"Y/n—" he's shaking his head now, a sad expression painted all over his face. His metal hand is cold on her skin, yet she can feel every inch of his rejection from just it. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you."

Y/n feels it. Feels her heart bleed from all the cracks. She nods. "It's padme, isn't it?"

"It's not just padme." Anakin is quick to say. He shakes his head, thinking hard. "I've just never seen you in that way. You've always been my best friend.."

Y/n pulls away in silence. "Y/n." His tone is soft. Y/n ignores him. She understands. She nods and smiles softly. She tries to smile genuinely. Anakin stands in front of her. He's just as hurt now. "I hope you get everything you want, Ani. Everything and more." Her tone is genuine. It's shaky and woggly.

"Y/n.."

There's many things she wants to say to him, but she'll just keep quiet. It's better that way, she's said enough. 'I love you, ani.' Is what she wants to say, 'choose me.' Is what she wants to say. But instead, she says the only thing she can.

"I love you more than a friend. I know I shouldn't, and I know it's wrong. But it's true." She says, sighing. "I can't be 'just friends' with you. I can't be just your friend, not when I'm thinking like this and it's not fair to you... these feelings.. this infatuation. But I can't do it anymore—I can't keep pretending to not love you anymore. Because even when I try not to... I end up loving you more. More than a friend should. I still want you more... more than you ever would me.." y/n doesn't look at him as she finishes. She avoids staring at him.

Y/n looks up to see him staring at her, but still, he doesn't say anything. "I love you, anakin. And it's because I love you, that i can't be near you anymore. "

She leaves him once again. He's standing straight. Staring into the lake, staring at the spot where y/n stood, confessing her love for him. All he did was stand pathetically. He doesn't chase after her, he doesn't scream for her. Because why would he?

He didn't feel anything for y/n, he loved padme. Padme was always his first choice, y/n was just his best friend . That's all she was, and all she'd ever be.

She was just 'the friend.'

In other words, she was the other woman. The woman he'd never choose, the one he'd never love.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・✫・゜・。.

#the other woman #anakin skywalker angst #anakin skywalker imagines #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker #billy russo angst #padme amidala #star wars

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year ago

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weep not for what you've done, but rather who you've lost along the way

Commander Cody/Fem!Jedi!Reader

Words: 3,345

Summary: It wasn't supposed to happen like this, the man you loved wasn't supposed to be the one to end your life. And to make matters worse, you had to keep reliving it, over, and over, with no end in sight and no clear reason why you were subjected to a torture worse than your darkest nightmare.

yearofcreation2023 flower and meaning: june: marigold || despair and grief over the loss of love

@clonexreaderbingo square: heartache

Warnings: ANGST, character death (in a time loop), slightly graphic description of violence

Author's Note: i don't do angst often, but when i do, i make myself cry while writing apparently. half of the fact this even exists is because of the lovely @homie-one-kenobi, who ages ago encouraged me to embrace the angst in my soul and lent me her roll of "time loop" and "order 66" from the roll for clone prompt list i made.

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Clone Troopers Masterlist

From across the holotable, you caught Commander Cody’s eye. The smile on his face was meant only for you, a secret code that no one else had the privilege of understanding. You tried to pay attention what the holos of Obi-Wan and Anakin were saying, but it was hard when you could be staring into the commander’s eyes instead. You were rarely assigned to assist the 212th with their campaigns, so every chance you got was taken with an enthusiasm that you were sure must have worried Master Yoda.

You loved him, there was no mistaking this feeling.

And while you weren’t sure if he felt as strongly about you, the kiss you had shared in the booth at 79’s the last time you were on leave was an indication that he was certainly willing to see where your relationship went.

Once the briefing was over and you were alone with him, you couldn’t help but smile and stare into his eyes. He must have noticed your pensive expression, because he caught your attention by softly saying your name. “Is everything alright?”

“Do you think this war will ever be over?”

He paused, clearly not having expected that question to come out of your mouth. But you couldn’t help it, this conflict had been nothing but an pain-filled toil with no end in sight, and the tax it was taking on both you and many of your fellow Jedi was something you feared would never be removed from your lives. “I don’t know,” was his response, and you appreciated that he was telling the truth, rather than simply sugar-coating a dream you weren’t sure would ever come to pass. “I think all we can do is hope that the tide shifts soon.”

He was right; you had just heard Obi-Wan talk about his plan to corner General Grievous on the other side of the planet, and you were to work with the rest of the troops to provide back-up when necessary,

War was like the crashing waves on a windy beach. There were brief times like this where you could take a step back and breathe, daydream about kisses to come and take the time to meticulously plan out your next moves, but they were few and far between. A vast majority of the time you were being pulled in every direction, forced to do whatever it took to keep yourself afloat as chaos raged all through the galaxy. And of course, every moment of serenity is ripped away far too quickly by the calloused and unforgiving hands of bloodshed, stealing the what-ifs and future tomorrows of the men you had grown close to.

With no warning, the droids came. Thousands of them marched across the surface of the planet and you could hear the distant scream of transport ships, meaning more were certainly on their way. The clones jumped into action, and you pushed into the crowd yourself, the beam of your lightsaber twirling gracefully through the air as you severed heads and limbs from the bumbling Separatist infantry.

With Cody beside you, the droids were no match for the unstoppable force you became. The sound of blaster fire all around you began to dull in your mind as you pushed forward, as more and more of this platoon fell to the ground. For a moment, you couldn’t see if there were any more on the way, and you were about to kill the last droid standing when a shot came from behind you.

You couldn’t see Cody’s face when you turned to look at him, but you knew he was wearing a smirk under his helmet. “I was going to get him you know,” you said, a playful expression on your face.

He shrugged and answered with a nonchalant tone. “Well General, maybe next time you need to be quicker.” Stars, you wanted to kiss him right now.

“Is that challenge, commander?”

Before he could say anything in response, his communication device started to beep. “Do you think that’s General Kenobi?” he asked.

“I hope so,” you said. “He’s a fool for taking on Grievous alone, so I hope he’s okay.”

As Cody stepped away to answer, the sound of another transport ship filled the air, and you turned to watch a small speck of gray whizz through the sky. Motioning to your droid, you called out to Cody that you were going to investigate whatever that was and asking him to let you know whatever he was told. Not wanting to let this ship disappear, you didn’t wait for a response before getting into your ship and taking off, your trusty R3 nestled in the droid port.

A feeling of dread washed over you instantly, and you could feel some kind of disturbance in the Force. Your ship was climbing through the air without issue though, so you just brushed it off.

Until you felt something hit just below you.

There was no time to wonder what was happening, you were under fire and you had to escape it. You turned the controls, intending to land back down and see if any of the men noticed where in the planet’s rocky cliffs the droids had hidden their cannon, but your heart clenched when you noticed another blast barreling towards you, and you were struck with a terrifying realization, that this shot had unmistakably come from Republic artillery.

Too startled to truly react with enough time, you pulled the controls to the left. The shot clipped one of the wings, the sound of its impact echoing through your mind. Now horribly off balance, your ship rocked through the sky and spiraled at the height in which you had gotten hit. “R3, what’s going on?” you said, heartbeat quickening as you tried to ignore the nagging feeling that you were truly being targeted by your own troops. The droid started to beep something, but the next blast came too quickly for him to finish.

Before you began hurtling towards the ground, you tried to make sense of what was happening, how your own troops had seemingly turned on you without warning. But it was no use, and the inevitable descent began.

You were dead before you hit the ground, and even if you hadn’t been, the explosion on impact took care of everything in a few flagrant moments.

***

From across the holotable, you caught Commander Cody’s eye. The smile on his face was meant only for you, a secret code that no one else had the privilege of understanding.

Wait.

Something was wrong here. You discreetly looked around the room, desperately trying to figure out why your body was so on edge at this moment. And to make matters more confusing, you seemed to be able to know everything that Obi-Wan and Anakin were saying on the holotable in front of you. Their plans, their updates, even their mannerisms seemed wholly predictable, as if this was not the first time you had attended this meeting.

Cody was standing next to you now, and his hand found yours, a gesture that was not visible by anyone else. It was comforting for a fleeing moment, but you felt the overwhelming desire to pull away from him. To your fellow Jedi watching from their own holotables, the commander’s expression did not betray the pain behind his eyes at your simple action, but you saw it to be there, a cocktail of confusion and hurt that made your heart squeeze for a moment.

He cared for you, that much was obvious. And you cared for him in a way that the Jedi Code would never allow, to the point where you had considered running away from the Order the moment the war was over, starting a new life with the kind and loving commander by your side.

Soon the meeting was over.

And then the droids arrived.

Once again, this moment of tranquility was cut short as you had to become the leader, shoving the peacekeeper inside your heart aside to instead embrace the violent apathy that your rank in this conflict required of you.

As you cut down the approaching droids in your path, blaster fire echoed through the space as the 212th helped you hold the line. You never worried for yourself in these situations, and these droid in particular were not the most advanced of the bunch. But you seemed to know their attack patterns, and it was in record time that the last of them fell to the ground.

It seemed like things were going well, but you couldn’t shake that feeling of worry and fear that was slowly taking hold in your stomach. And it only grew when the sound of Cody’s communicator went off not far behind you, signaling that someone was trying to contact him.

It was then that you started to realize what these feelings meant, that somehow you had lived this day before. Was your force sensitivity the reason you were seeing these signals, or did the rest of the troops realize that something was different too? You turned to where Cody was standing a few paces away, his back to you as he spoke to whoever had commed in, most likely Obi-Wan letting everyone know what happened with Grievous. He had taken his helmet off this time, and you noticed it resting on the ground a few paces away.

“Cody?” you asked as he turned around. “What’s the verdict?”

When he raised his blaster in your direction, you knew without a doubt that something was wrong.

You dodged the shot when it came, mind racing. “Cody?” you called out again as you ignited your lightsaber. “What’s going on?”

“You’re a traitor to the Republic.” Even his voice was different now, with a sharpness and a coldness to it that you had never heard before, not even when giving orders in a stressful situation. “You need to be eliminated.”

The second shot came, and you deflected the blast. The other troopers just stood there and watched as their commander turned on his general, acting as if everything was fine. “What are you talking about?” you called out, tears starting to well in your eyes. Out of all the combat you expected to engage in during this war, one with your own troops was not on that list.

“You’re a traitor to the Republic,” he said, as if you had not heard him the first time.

Hearing those words once more cemented your impending fate in your mind, that whatever had happened, you were now under fire. Your survival instincts kicked in, and you took off towards the labyrinth of caves that characterized the landscape of this planet. Blasts echoed all around you, but you deflected what you could and tried to tap into the Force as you ran.

You heard one of the other men ask what they should do, and the moment your heart truly shattered was when you heard Cody tell them not to do anything, that this was his kill. Once you were far enough away from the rest of the troops, you paused for a moment.

His kill?

Last time he called you his anything, it was his General. There were other things you’d hoped he would call you, but this was not one of them. The wave of dread that crashed over your body only grew as you heard footsteps echo at some point behind you.

You were fast, but clones were genetically engineered to be faster. He threw his body over yours with a flying leap, knocking your lightsaber out of your hands and pushing you to the ground. For a fleeting moment, you got a good look at his face, and the daggers he glared changed everything for you. This was no longer the man you cared about, this was someone desperate to kill.

And you refused to let that happen.

Kicking upward, you managed to surprise him enough to wrestle the blaster from his hands, sending it flying across the ground and coming to rest near your saber. But that only gave you a second of advantage, because he pulled a vibroblade from his belt and immediately continued his attack. He hadn’t yet landed a hit on you but it still hurt, because you didn’t want to fight him. This wasn’t the man you had grown to care so much for, but as you dodged, kicked, and wrestled with him, you could feel your resolve growing thin.

So when you felt the blade pierce your midsection, you had almost made peace with your fate.

This death was much slower than the last, something you realized as you laid on the ground, acutely aware of the way that blood was staining your robes as it seeped from the wound. Your memories were much clearer now, and you didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

Maybe you were completely delusional, or maybe the pain and the blood was causing you to see things that weren’t there, but you could have sworn you saw a flash of regret in Cody’s eyes as he pulled the vibroblade out of your abdomen and stood above you, watching and waiting for your next move.

But if that regret was ever truly there, that emotion was gone from his face just as quickly as it formed, and the pain became too much for you to bear.

With a final breath, you closed your eyes and prepared to become one with the Force.

***

Something was wrong, you knew that now. As innocent as the smile on Cody’s face was, all you could think about as the two of you stood at the holotable was what you knew to be coming. There was no pretending anymore, you remembered everything. And not only were you desperate to find away out of this trap, you wanted to find the one reality, the one set of choices, that would allow you to walk away from this experience.

You had no idea what was happening to the rest of your fellow Jedi, whether or not they were trapped in this same torturous cycle of betrayal and pain. You were afraid of what you’d find if you ever did escape this, afraid of what the galaxy had turned into. But most of all, you were afraid of what you might have to do in order to truly escape. Could you still call yourself a Jedi if you killed the man you loved, even if he was dead set on killing you first? Could you live with the choices you made, even if they were the only option?

Countering the droid attack was easy by now, and you relished the simplicity of it. You beheaded and dismembered the platoon as they attempted to march forward, watching as their parts fell to the ground beside you and almost dancing as you twirled your saber. The clones hadn’t yet turned on you, and you could still trust them to come to your aid.

Part of you wanted to get in your ship now, to run away before whatever switch they had was flicked, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. Besides, who knew what you would find if you were to return to the Jedi temple and try to warn the others, and they would probably think you were full of bantha shit. So you stayed, and you once again had to watch as the battle finished and Cody received a communication from parties unknown.

That must be the moment that things all go wrong, you decided, and you covertly used the Force to lift the commander’s blaster from the ground next to him, sending it flying away from both him and the other troops. You received odd looks, but it didn’t matter.

This time, you could hear what Cody was saying before he fixed his steely gaze on you and declared you a traitor to the Republic. “Execute Order 66.”

“Cody,” you pleaded, hopelessly wishing that this time would be different, clinging onto the desperate desire that he wouldn’t try to kill you in the next few moments. “Don’t do this.”

It was a useless effort.

You already knew that, but it took hearing the word “traitor” from his mouth for you to actually believe it. All noise was dulled in your ears as your mind took over, and once again your survival instinct won over your affections for the man standing in front of you.

This time was similar to the last version of this day you had lived, where you took off running and tried to escape the fate that Cody had in store for you. And once again you found yourself far away from the rest of the troops by the time he caught up.

His helmet was on this time, which a part of you appreciated, because you weren’t sure if you could take the pain of seeing his face while you fought. But his vibroblade was out, and you had no intentions of repeating your previous fate. When you used the Force to send his weapon skittering across the floor, an audible growl escaped his mouth, and you pretty much knew what was coming next.

You had spent your free time sparring with some of the clones before, but never before had you considered that you’d be drawing on those experiences in a bitter fight for your life. It was your unwavering desire to survive that truly kept you going as you swung and kicked at the man who you had kissed in one of the booths at 79’s, who you had dreamed about running away with when the war was over. You doubted he remembered any of that now, but it didn’t make fighting him any easier.

You threw your arm out in a burst of emotion, harnessing the Force to send the commander flying backwards. The crack of his armor hitting the stone of the cliff made your heart clench, but it was the chance you so desperately needed to get away. It took every ounce of resolve to just leave him there, slumped over on the ground, but you did not want to risk your life once more.

He stirred once and let out a pitiful groan as you looked back for the last time, and that was enough for you to absolve yourself of this crime. Maybe one day you would be able to see him again, and things could be different, but a delusional fantasy like that one was no use to you now.

It was something of an immense relief to find your ship completely deserted, the other troopers nowhere to be found. R3 wasn’t there, but you didn’t know if you had the time to wait for him, and you didn’t question this development as you quickly took off, throwing the tiny starship into hyperspace the moment you were far enough away from the painful choices and suffocating memories of the planet.

The fact that you were now completely alone hit first. There was a raw and ragged wave of darkness that washed over you, what you realized must have been the pain and suffering of every other Jedi as they died at the hands of those they trusted the most, their commanders and troops. What were you to do with your life now? Was your escape from this infinite nightmare truly a victory, or did you simply just throw yourself into a new hell?

The blue streaks of hyperspace used to be a comfort, a testament to the power and sprawling vastness of the galaxy, but now they were just another reminder of what you had done, and what you still had to face.

There was no stopping the tears that rolled down your face as you screamed to no one in particular, a ugly, guttural noise that communicated every emotion that you couldn’t articulate. But unlike what had happened every instance before, time didn’t reset. No, you were forced to move forward from here.

There was no other choice.

- the end -

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marymary-diva17 · 1 year ago

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New Padawan

anakin x padawan reader x Ashoka + the 501st

A young twi'lek girl had finally reach the rank of padawan, and she had been summoned to meet with grand master Yoda. The grand master had shared some wonderful news with the girl, the gurl had been shocked by the new that was shared between grand master and padawan. Now she had began her journey of padawan hood and maybe soon jedi knight, she was living the temple she once knew so well and heading off world to start her frist stage of being a padawan.

y/n " ohh I can't believe I'm really here" you had walked off the republic ship that drooped you off, the republic was one planet that had recently joined the republic.

y/n " okay I need to find the masters" you had been give orders to join this misson under the orders by Yoda himself, and now you were trying to find the jedi masters. You were totally lost at first until you spotted some clone troopers.

y/n " maybe they can help" you were about to go up the clone until they spotted you, and made their way towards you.

???? " hey kid are you from the temple and republic base with all the supplies and mission report"

y/n " yes I'm padawan learner Y/n l/n"

???? " well hello there kid I'm Jessie and his Hardcase"

y/n " hello I'm also looking for the jedi master as well I have news from grand master Yoda to share"

hardcase " well come with us kid we will bring you to them" you had nodded your head and soon followed them, you felt very nervous about this situation as you are meeting well know jedi masters. You had only see them from a distance and never talk to them in person.

Jessie " don't worry kid there no battle here we are safe"

y/n " oh that good to know"

hardcase " well let hope your new is good kid we are going to need some good new right now" after some walking you soon reach a group of people that seem to be talking among each other, soon the two trooper stopped walking.

Jessie " sorry for interrupting the meeting generals and everyone but we have a guest here from the temple" soon everyone looked at you as you were standing there.

Jessie " this is padawan y/n she has arrived from the temple with the supplies and some new"

Obi-wan " welcome padawan y/n"

y/n " hello"

Plo koon " i was not told a padawan will be joining us after the misson has anyone been assigned a new student"

Obi-wan " not me yoda mention nothing to me at all"

Plo koon " nothing ti was well anakin and Ashoka"

Ashoka " well I did talk with master Yoda not to long ago but taking a padawan as I feel like I will be good teacher"

anakin " you are to young spins maybe the kdis here to be taught by one of us that have been here longer"

Ashoka " oh come on you don't trust me skyguy I can be a good teacher"

Obi-wan " enough both of you are acting like a child like the padawan speak"

y/n " thank you master kenbio well I have been assigned as master anakin skywalker padawan ...."

anakin " see I told you the kid has been assigned to be experience jedi snips maybe wait a couple more years"

y/n " well I have also be assigned as master ashoka tank padawan as well" everyone had gotten quite while looking at you as you were, sharing the news.

ashoka " see sky guy I did a padawan"

anakin "is has to be fake"

y/n " no master with all respect this has been set and decided on my grand master Yoda, if you wish to speak with him you can but he said it was the good idea and I cna learn from you both"

obi-wan " this had never happen before a padawan having two masters"

Plo koon" We will have to obey Yoda words and go with his decisions, this might be good for both of you in the end she can learn many things"

ashoka " looks like you are stuck with me for a bit longer sky guy, first we share the 501st and now a padawan"

anakin " yes it seems like that"

ashoka " well come on kid let me show you around and introduce you to the troopers see you all later" ashoka soon walked towards you and soon started guiding you away from the everyone as jessie and hardcase had left a while ago.

anakin " well master if you excuse me I most go help Ashoka with our padawan" anakin soon went after the two he was soon able to join them, as obi-wan and pro koon watched even they were confused about the move Yoda had done.

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fictionfromthevoid · 4 months ago

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Headcanons - Saving Anakin Skywalker

this is part 2 of my Anakin Skywalker best friend Headcanons x so make sure to read them.

when he first starts having nightmares about Padme dying you are on a mission, so you learn about it only after he has talked to Yoda and Obi-Wan

since you know about their marriage he can talk to you a lot more freely

You don't necessarily believe that the nightmares are visions, because no Naboo with access to medical care has died in childbirth in like a thousand years

But you also know that telling him that would be of no use because he is convinced of it and terribly afraid

So you take his fear seriously and promise to help him keep Padme safe

This takes a huge weight off his chest because you are the first one to really be there for him. Obi-Wan tells him to keep his feelings under better control and Yoda to be happy that people become one with the force. 2 things that did nothing to soothe his unbearable fear.

So when you tell him that you understand his fear and are there to help him he will hug you and thank you because he is so relieved that he isn't alone anymore

When he has nightmares and you two are on a mission, Padme is away, doesn't take them seriously or he just doesn't want to bother and disturb her constantly he often ends up at your door.

You either talk it out over a warm cup of tea, tears and hugs or you hold him until he has fallen asleep again. When he's asleep you try your best to keep nightmares away from him with the help of the force, often losing sleep yourself in the process

You do research about death in childbirth and use the temple achieves to learn about force healing and other ways to prevent death through the force

You keep him updated with your findings. This makes him really feel like you care and assures him that you are actually trying to help him and therefore strengthens his trust in you

When Anakin is assigned Palpatine's bodyguard you are alarmed. Anakin has told you that he convinced him to kill Doku and wanted him to leave Obi-Wan behind and since then you don't trust the Chancellor one bit.

You have no idea what his intentions are but you are just suspicious of him.

So you always ask him what they have talked about and try to set his mind right when you spot manipulation against the Jedi

Palpatine tries to break Anakins trust in you

So when Anakin becomes distant you confront him and ask him what Palpatine has told him

You talk it out and he goes out of the conversation with more trust in you than ever and a slight wariness against Palpatine

So when he is waiting in the council chamber for Windu and the other council members to take hold of Sidious he asks you to wait with him because he knows that he might not be able to stay there on his own

You are there to comfort him and help him detangle his thoughts

He tells you about how Palpatine might be his only chance of saving Padme, but you make him understand that it is not improbable that the chancellor put the visions in his mind in the first place

if he was able to conceal himself from the Jedi order for so long and presumably has the power to manipulate the Midi-Chlorians he might as well manipulate Anakin's mind

You keep him in the temple long enough for Windu to be able to kill Palpatine

When you feel the disturbance in the force as the darkness lifts from the galaxy you hold him as he grieves

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 1 year ago

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All paths lead here. Part seven

Master list

A little more Smut in this one but not loads.

Conflicted Anakin.

Morning came too fast, the bright sun beaming through the open curtains. You groan at the sound of a communicator beeping in another room. Anakin shifts beside you, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He looks back at you, a smile forming on his face. This was right. He thought to himself. A feeling of an incoming presence catches his mind. Anakin dresses quickly.

"My Padawan is approaching. You should dress my love." He kisses your hair before marching into the living area. His Padawan stands by the elevators.

"Good morning Snips." Anakin bounced over to her.

"Master, are you…um Master Kenobi is on his way up." She looked around herself.

"Good, I need to speak to you both." He shows Ahsoka to the sofas and asks if she would like some tea. The fourteen year old accepts and waits, knowing in her chest her world will shatter at any moment.

You awake and dress stepping out to the living area.

"Good morning Ahsoka. Excuse me, I have some work I need to get on with." You leave them for your study. There was no work to do, but you could feel the tension in the room between them.

The lifts ding and Obi-Wan steps into the apartment. Anakin took in a long breath, searching for the right words. His master stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"We have unfortunate news this morning. Where is the Senator?" The elder man asked. Anakin kills his thoughts of leaving the order when his master explains the situation.

"Padme gathered intel that new battle.droids are being made on Geonosis." Obi-Wan explained, "we have to go."

"If you're going to war, how can I go with you? I have no skills for battle." You don't want to panic.

"We will teach you, there will be plenty of clone troopers. Yoda has agreed to assign you your own garrison. They will protect you but also train you in the use of blasters and battle plans. Anakin and I can teach you other things," his eyes flick momentarily to Anakin, "you will be safe."

You agree.

"We will also not be the only Jedi fighting." Obi-Wan finished.

"Very well. I will make myself ready," you stand from your place on the sofa.

"The Chancellor has requested to see you both before we leave." He indicates to you and Anakin. The latter stands to walk with you.

"Wait, what did you want to tell us?" Ahsoka calls out. Anakin meets your eyes briefly.

"It can wait." He mumbled, guiding you to the elevator with a hand on the base of your spine. When the doors close and you are finally alone you lean into him. Anakin shifts, making you stand back on both feet.

"What did I do?" You blurt.

"Nothing, we just…we can't do this right now." He folds his arms over his chest, effectively cutting himself from you. You mouth an 'oh', stepping further away from him. You can't stop yourself from scratching your palm and biting the inside of your mouth. The rest of the journey to the Senate building is quiet. You speak only when necessary. Anakin holds his hand out to help you into the speeder but you ignore it. A pain in his chest twinges.

The Chancellor welcomed you both into his office, quickly ushering everyone else out.

"Wonderful to see you both. Listen I am not best pleased that you are both going to Geonosis. It frightens me that you'll be in such an awful place so soon after your ordeal y/n. I have fetted the clones for your squad and they are of utmost skilled and loyal men."

"Thank you Chancellor. I appreciate that." You reply before excusing yourself from their present. Palpatine turns to Anakin.

"Is everything okay my boy?" He asks. Anakin slumps his shoulders and falls into a chair.

"I've done…things I should not have."

Palpatine circles his desk to sit beside the Jedi.

"You and I both know in this war and this galaxy some rules must be bent. For the good of the republic."

"I'm not sure if it is the republic I do them for."

"I understand. The heart is a strong muscle and can often over power the mind. The things I would have done for my own love had she returned my feelings. Alas I was unlucky in matters of the heart." Palpatine nostalgically thought back to his younger years.

"I am conflicted. As a Jedi should I always follow my mind? What if my mind aligns with my heart, even though I know it is wrong?"

"Anakin, my dear boy. Your heart is what brought you here to start with." The office doors open and you walk back in, "well, I have much work to do. Please stay here, I will have the squad sent to you momentarily. Anakin, your body knows exactly what you should do." He pats the youngest hand before leaving the room. You shuffle awkwardly forward.

"Anakin, I don't know what I did to upset you-" he cuts you off by slamming himself into you. His lips are crashing into yours and he pushes you until your back hits a wall. His hands feel like they are everywhere, pulling the hem of your skirts up to your waist and digging into your thighs.

"I panicked, I'm sorry. You did nothing wrong. I love you." He panted between words. You can feel his erection pressing against your heat and wetness coats your underwear.

"Kriff." Anakin growls out, one hand raises and flicks the door lock across the room. He pulls his fully hard dick from his trousers and lifts you up, your back still against the wall. He is using the force to hold you so he can use both hands, pushing your underwear aside and lining himself up. You're pulled down onto him and he fills you quickly and completely. There are no niceties from the night before. No gentleness in his movements. This is not the making love of your first time but a pure passionate display of his need and want of you. His breath pants onto your neck as he thrusts into you. Your hands clutch at his robes and hair trying to gain anchorage to him.

"You're mine, now." He purrs into your ears. "No one else will ever have you now."

Your moans are enough to confirm your agreement. Is he….he is….Anakin Skywalker is using the force to stimulate your clit as he fucks into you, sloppy kisses left on the exposed skin of your neck.

"Anakin, I'm going to-" you don't get to finish the sentence, your orgasim hits like a train, bursting from you with a cry of his name. Anakin fucks your through the pleasure until his own end comes and his seed spills into you once more. He doesn't pull from you straight away. Holding your body to the wall he leans against you further.

"We shouldn't be doing this." He whispers, "but I'm not going to stop. I want you to marry me, y/n."

"Yes, of course I will. Anakin I love you." You're gripping onto him, legs shaking with the effort of still being held against the wall. As Anakin's dick softens it slips from you and you feel the combined slick drip down your thigh.

"I should see a doctor before we leave. It could be difficult to explain a child." Your words strike something in him, a yearning he was unaware of. A wicked smile creeps along his face.

"No, I…I'd like to have a child with you. If you would want that, I mean."

You can't decipher the emotions in his eyes but they fill your stomach with flutters of excitement and fear.

"Well, if it happens then." You say.

"I love you." He smiles once, it drops and then reappears brighter and wider.

"I love you too Ani." You whisper.

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 years ago

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Upside Down - Chapter 34

Summary: Iz makes an interesting discovery; Nerium finally starts her training with Quinlan; Pepper begins to question her choices; Anakin let’s an incident with Padme affect his thinking.

(This chapter follows the incident of the Zillo Beast, and runs concurrently with the ‘Senate Spy’ episode of the Clone Wars. Just in case I’m following the chronological version of the Clone Wars, not the aired version.)

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Oh how lovely to be able to write again, to have a routine and a schedule. LOL. I will hopefully be able to upload on a more regular basis, at least once a week in rotation, however, it’s not a hard and fast rule.

I hope everyone is enjoying their 2023 so far, and it’s going the way you hope.

Love oo

Italics - flashback

Bold - Comms

Warnings: mentions of possible treason, corruption, grief, teasing, flirting, kissing, feelings of not good enough, feelings of doubt, force use, dark side of the force, sensation of being choked, sensation of being trapped, disbelief, fainting, mentions of being trapped, mentions of waiting to be rescued, medical staff overwhelmed, mentions of distancing oneself emotionally and physically, mentions of trauma, implied poisoning, questioning of trust, anger, I think that’s it if I miss any please let me know.

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SPY

Izani stood before the Jedi Council, this was a first for her. Ever since Api passed away, she was given the promotion of Marshall Commander of the Senate Guard. It threw her at first but the Guard had suffered a great many casualties after the Zillo beast incident, the Senate stressed how much they respected her abilities. What was needed now was stability, and she could provide that; at least she hoped she could provide it.

“Sure, are you about this?” Master Yoda

“It’s the only thing that makes sense. Most of the Senators who have been threatened had some form of connection with the Banking Clan, and yet the only Senator not to receive a threat of any kind has been …”

“The Banking Clan” Master Kenobi offered

Izani simply nodded her head, “The only way we will know for sure is if we send in a spy, someone to work alongside Rush Clovis.”

“Was there someone who had in mind?”

She shifted in her stance as she thought about how she wanted to reveal personal information about a Senator’s life, “There is someone who …” she cleared her throat, “is familiar with Rush Clovis.”

“Someone? Care to be specific?” Master Windu could feel the apprehension coming from the Marshall Commander in front of him.

“Well before I came here, I did reach out to this particular individual” Izani was doing her best to be careful about what she said with regards to Senator Amidala, she had several ties with the Jedi Council, she’d been mentioned in the news numerous times with Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi.

“How did this individual answer?” Master Mundi did his best to be wary of the woman standing before them. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, it was that her loyalty wasn’t necessarily to the Republic, rather to the Senate. After all that’s who she reported to, that’s who she protected. Only reason she was before them now, was because they had a common concern.

“They were not inclined to take on the assignment, and pretty much told me to stop asking them. We all know the Banking Clan is in a tenuous position of doing its best not to play favourites between the Separatist and the Republic. Yet, we have Senators and their families being threatened to sway their votes. The only way to know for certain …”

“Have someone work alongside Rush Clovis” Master Kenobi finished her thought, he stroked his chin as he tried to remember all the bills the Banking Clan had put forth lately. “Perhaps, this is not necessarily about a new bill that is to put on the floor.”

“Different idea, you have Master Kenobi?” Yoda focused his attention on his padawan, there were times when his movements were the spitting image of Qui-Gon Jinn.

“What if this is simply not about the Banking Clan, but what if this had to do with Senator Clovis directly conspiring with the Separatist.”

Izani nodded as she followed Master Kenobi’s thinking, “That would actually make sense.”

“More, you have discovered?” Yoda asked the Marshall Commander.

“In a way, there was a security feed I came across of Senator Clovis speaking with an individual, despite our best efforts, the identity of the individual has alluded us. However, as the Jedi Council has more resources, you may be able to identify the individual faster than we can.”

“Do you have this security feed?”

Izani nodded, tapping a few commands on her datapad, the screens on the windows slid closed before a holorecording began to be displayed in the centre of the room. It clearly showed Clovis in deep discussions with an individual, the face was blurry, but the clothes were clearly visible.

“Do you have any possible idea as to who the individual may be?” Master Windu inquired.

“From their clothing, they appear to be from Cato Neimoidia, however that is all we could determine.”

“What is the name of the individual you asked to spy on Senator Clovis?”

“Senator Amidala”

“Leave with us, this concern” Yoda answered

“We will speak with Senator Amidala, and determine if Senator Clovis is in fact conspiring with the Separatists”

Izani bowed before heading out of the Council Chambers.

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It had been several days since she met with the Jedi Council, with no news, not that she expected to hear anything since they now took over the case.

It was weird sitting at her desk, Api’s desk, regardless of how many times she reminded herself Api wasn’t going to come in and tell her in his own subtle way to get out of his chair. She’d never hear another one of his quirky jokes. She rubbed the stress out of her eyes, running her hands through her hair. There were times she could see Api standing there in her office, smirking at seeing her behind the desk, something she had resisted for a really long time.

“You look good behind the desk”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever”

“Don’t you want the desk?”

“What and have the responsibility of all this?” Iz motioned to the mountains of datapads on the desk, “Subbing for you for the week is more than enough.” She stood from the desk stretching out her back and arms, “Alright.” She shook out her arm, “I am officially handing over the keys of the kingdom back to you. This pile here” she pointed to the first one, “completed and signed off case work. This pile” she pointed to the second one, “in transition, read most of them, they just need your sign off. And this final pile here, are ones I haven’t gotten to yet.”

“Busy little bee”

“Yeah, amazing what can happen when someone actually focuses on their work.”

“You saying I don’t focus”

“Hey … those words never came out of my mouth”

“No, you just implied it. Alright” Api motioned for her to move away from the desk, “I guess it’s time for me to ‘focus’ or whatever.”

“Don’t be such a child.”

“I’m not a child, you’re a child” he mumbled under his breath.

Izani chuckled a little to herself, wiping away the tear that had appeared. She let out a sigh of defeat, as she did her best to focus on the report in front of her.

She felt as her anxiety was rising, maybe it was because she was missing Api, didn’t help that she hadn’t been able to see Fox in the past few days, and having zero communication with the Council wasn’t exactly making her feel comfortable with the Jedi per say, especially since she didn’t enjoy the idea of having her case taken from her either.

“How did it go?”

The voice pulled her out of her musings, as her eyes focused on the Red Coruscanti Guard armour, she couldn’t help as a smile spread across her lips at seeing Fox standing there.

“Let’s just say I’m glad it’s done.”

“They didn’t believe you?” He asked as he strode into her office, the door closing behind him.

“Oh they did, so much in fact they took the case from me.”

Fox stopped in his tracks, shock donning his face, “They took the case from you?”

Iz simply shrugged, “What are you going to do?’

“You didn’t fight it?”

“Against the Council of the Jedi? Are you nuts! They probably would have used some Jedi trick just to get me to agree. If they want it, let them take it. I still have something up my sleeve.”

“Meaning?”

“The Senator from Malastare”

“What about them?”

“They said that everything was a lie, and before I could get more information, they were killed on Malastare during the beasts rampage. Yet, somehow I don’t think they were talking about Rush Clovis, corruption is one thing, but they way they spoke, the fear they had, that was something more than corruption. That was outright terror. Something terrified him. Something big.”

“A.K.A. You’re not done” Fox stood beside her, as his hand rested on her shoulder.

She simply nodded, as she looked into his eyes, “Not done.”

He leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, “Good” he mumbled against her lips, as his hand gently held her neck, his thumb stroking the side of her chin. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, getting lost in the sensation of her. She shifted without breaking contact till she sat on her desk as Fox stepped in between her feet, taking the opportunity to go a bit further, and would have, had it not been for the beeping from her comm.

She pulled back, letting out a disappointed sigh, as Fox’s forehead rested against hers, they both looked over to the relentless comm. Wishing for it to stop only to hear it beep again.

Izani pushed him back enough to reach for comm, “Marshall Commander Izani, here”

“Commander Izani, Master Kenobi here, could you please make your way down to conference room JT984-Alpha.”

“I’m on my way”

The comm chirped indicating the end of the communication, she let out a sigh, her hand still on Fox’s chest, she focused on his eyes a hint of mischievous there, “Sorry, I gotta go”

“I understand Marshall Commander. Perhaps, we could schedule a meeting later, to go over some interesting developments.”

She smirked as she sat up again, Fox not moving away, instead caging her in with his arms, “Interesting developments?”

“Hmmm” he hummed, “There are a few things that require your … delicate attention.” His finger trailed along the edge of her ear, moving down the side of her neck, and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“I’m sure to provide all the attention these developments require, unfortunately, I do have a meeting to get to.”

Fox stepped back, a coquettish smile on his lips, nodding in understanding, “Wouldn’t want you to be late for your meeting” he unclipped his helmet from his belt, placing one final kiss on her cheek before putting it on. “Commander” he bowed.

“Commander” she smirked back at him, shaking her head at seeing him sway his hips for her before he exited the room, going back into his normal walk.

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“Feel the force, Nerium. Let it flow in and around you.”

“If you tell me to feel the force one more time…” This was my first official day training with Quinlan Vos, and all he had to say for the umpteenth time was to let the force flow. “I don’t see how this is going to get me closer to you telling me everything.”

“Give it time, now stop yammering and focus”

I let out a huff of annoyance as I closed my eyes.

My body began to feel weightless as I focused on my breathing like Quinlan taught me. It wasn’t long before I felt my mind calming down and clearing.

Just as my mind was about to shut off, images began to flash in my mind one after another, scenes I hadn’t witnessed before.

Rex stood with his armour, clean and pristine, a few more notches on his helmet, shining in the light of Coruscant commanding a group of men at the barracks of the 501st. Rex image wafted away, only to see Wolffe sitting at his desk was reviewing a datapad, yet there was a smirk on his lips as he glanced at a holopic on his desk, a image that depicted Lief sitting on his shoulders laughing, as Mafs held a box of their possessions on the day they moved in with her sister, now that their apartment was not livable. Wolffe’s smirk was replaced by Plo’buir stroking his tusks as he sat in the Jedi Council room listening to a report. The Jedi Council room disappeared, a refresher came into view, with Vi hovering over the vacc tube vomiting. Her face was flushed as she wiped her mouth, a few seconds later she moved towards the sink, splashing water over her face. She began counting on her fingers, closing her eyes rubbing her forehead. Vi’s image was replaced with Fives laughing and joking with Echo as they walked down the street of Coruscant.

The images disappeared one by one, until darkness began to surround me.

A coldness trailed down my back, seeping into my chest, into my heart; the ice running through my veins paralyzed me instantly. Breathing was becoming difficult, as the ice gripped my lungs, I needed to run as far away as possible from the darkness. From the cold.

My breathing began to quicken, the coldness gripped my heart, squeezing it. I did my best to take in a deep breath, I needed to calm down. As breathing evened out a warmth flooded my body. Regardless, the darkness wasn’t ready to let me go, instead fingers wrapped around me, squeezing me, keeping me there.

Something was telling me not to give up, not to give in, the answers I were seeking, the reason behind everything was just there beyond the darkness, all I had to do was fight harder against the darkness. The bands wrapped around me began to loosen and crack under my defensive actions.

The warmth inside me began to grow, like a balloon being filled, ready to burst. I took in one more sundering breath, and pushed as hard as I could against the grip. The fingers that had wrapped around me so tight preventing me from moving had now fallen away. There amongst the darkness, I could see a glimmer of light. It was warm and inviting, that small glint provided a sense of security I had only felt in Rex’s arms.

With all my might I pushed myself to the light, at the same time doing my place to drag it closer to me, hoping to close the distance. Under the strain the small glint began to crack until it cracked until a bigger streak peaked through. With each push the crack broke more and more, ebbing away the darkness, until it completely disappeared, leaving only a bright light to encapsulate me completely.

Now with the darkness gone, I could finally breathe, the ice running through my veins were gone, the grip on my chest had evaporated. I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, the air was clean and fresh. Refreshing in every way possible.

As the adrenaline eased off, the sounds of waves filled my ears. As it sloshed around me, warming me up, I opened my eyes slowly, starring down at the pool of water, it shimmered gold all around me as I sat there.

There was a cloud like substance all around me, it felt similar and yet foreign at the same time, almost as if it was a dream I had from long ago.

The clothes I was wearing had changed, it was no longer the comfortable clothes Quinlan had given me, it was now a white dress that flowed in the breeze. I couldn’t help think about how much Rex could do with a place like this; a safe place, somewhere refreshing, somewhere far away from everyone. I couldn’t help let out a laugh, when I felt someone was standing there staring at me. I looked up to see Rex standing there, his armour was different, it seemed like an older model, the kind I saw when I first arrived on Coruscant from Onderon.

Even through the helmet I could tell he was looking into my eyes, and for some reason it made me giggle knowing he was there with me, I wanted to send my love and warmth towards him. I closed my eyes for a second, and just like that he was gone. I looked around, searching for him. Calling out for him, but he was gone.

I stood walking around, hoping for something, some sort of direction or even instructions as to what this place was; when I felt someone behind me. Turning slowly to see a woman I had never seen before.

There was a smile on her face, her hair flowed all around her. She seemed like a pleasant woman, someone I could be friends with, if … if this wasn’t all in my mind. At least as far as I could imagine it was in my mind.

“I didn’t think you’d find me, but you’re here.” her voice was melodious and yet it sounded far away, almost a distant echo.

“I believe you’re mistaken. I don’t know you.”

“You wouldn’t. You were barely a month old when I had to give you away.”

“Excuse me?” I shook my head, “I don’t know who you are, but I was born on Onderon, my father and mother are from Onderon. She’s … well she’s … Who are you?”

“I am your mother.”

I shook my head again, taking a step back, “No. No. That’s … my father wouldn’t have …you’re lying!”

“Nerium. Just breathe.”

“No. You’re lying. It’s a lie.” I started looking for a way out, “I want out! I need out!” I kept pacing back and forth, looking for an exit, running further away from her, she couldn’t be telling the truth. My father said I was his … that I was … no!

“NO!” My eyes opened to see Quinlan sprawled on the other side of the room knocked out, by some force. The table that had been beside us was crumbled, everything was tossed and turned over in the room. My body felt sweaty and drained; I wanted to crawl over to him to check if he was alright, if he was still alive. However, the moment I moved, the room went dark, everything shut down around me, as the room tilted on its side.

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Kix shifted as he sat at his desk on Coruscant, after the Zillo incident things were in disarray, who survived, who was still missing, who needed medical attention. General Skywalker, had insisted everyone receive a full physical before going back to active duty. As much as everyone hated a full physical, it was a way to make sure everyone was still able to fulfill their duties.

“Pep, has Lt. Violet Lirx, shown up for her physical yet?” Pepper looked back at him a quizzical look on her face, as he chuckled, “Vi”

“Ohhh” she giggled as she moved beside him, her finger playing against his nape, as she stood beside him acting nonchalant, “I didn’t realize who you were talking about for a second. So weird to hear her full title.” She kept trailing her finger over a spot she knew particularly would drive him insane, the reddening of his ears were a clear indication it was affecting him.

He shifted his neck, doing his best to focus on his work, he couldn’t lose focus now, not when they were on Coruscant and everyone was watching them. Well keeping more of an eye on them than on the Triumph.

“You really need to stop” Kix closed his eyes, thinking over the medical texts he studied back on Kamino, however that didn’t work.

“What’s wrong? I’m just looking over your work.”

“If you continue to play this game, you’ll have to deal with the consequences” he glanced up to look in her eyes, “Are you prepared for that?”

Pepper smirked as her finger now trailed over to his ear, caressing it gently, “My dear, I have no idea what you are referring to, I’m simply doing my best to help you, and on that note, no. I do not believe Lt. Violet (a.k.a. VI) Lirx has been in for her physical despite the fact I commed her several times.”

All flirtatious thoughts ran out the window as soon as she said that, “Are we sure she’s alright? Maybe she was more injured than she realized?”

“Fives spoke with her yesterday, but even then it was brief. It seems everyone has tried to reach out to her, but she’s sporadically comming people back. I think the incident really shook her up, emotionally and mentally, after all she was trapped in the debris for a good two days. I think what’s worse is that she hasn’t been able to really deal with what happened.”

Kix let out a long sigh, full of empathy and pain for her, they weren’t exactly close per say, but he had grown to respect her, and appreciated how much she cared for Fives, for all of them, he ran his hand over his face, “All the more reason we need to have her come in, so we can assess her mental well-being as well. I know she was looked after by Neri at the hospital, but that was a quick overview of her physical well-being, and even Neri stated in her assessment, she needs to speak with someone.”

He stood from his seat, moving around the desk, pacing back and forth; with all the chaos going on, he hadn’t been able to follow up with everyone as he wanted. To really sit down and have a one-on-one discussion. “Okay, this is what we’re going to do. We will reach out to her one more time, express the urgency of needing her to come, give her a deadline. If she doesn’t contact us, we will get Fives and Nerium to contact her, and maybe let Neri do the physical.”

“Do you think she’s in danger?”

“I don’t know” Kix moved his neck from side to side hoping to relieve the tension that had been built up there, “And I won’t know unless she communicates with us. Let’s keep this between us for now, just in case.”

Pepper simply nodded, she hadn’t realized how serious the situation could have been and the guilt was beginning to build. Vi had said after the rescue she was fine. In truth she had been so focused on keeping her mind focused on trying to save those who were severely injured and pushing the stress and anxiety from that day out of her mind, she just let Vi slip through the cracks. She was lost in thought, when she felt Kix’s hand on her shoulder, “Hey cyar’ika it’s not your fault” he caressed her cheek hoping to calm her down.

He could see the guilt building up within her, as her breathing quickened, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

“If I had done a better job … if I had just …”

“Hey look at me” he held her face, forcing her to look into his eyes, “We can’t save everyone and we can’t always be there. We need to find out how she’s doing first, before we can jump to conclusions right? For all we know, she’s swamped with her duties. Let’s wait to see if she adheres to the deadline, if she doesn’t we’ll send Fives and Neri. Agreed?”

Pepper simply nodded, as she rested her head on his shoulder. It was bad enough, every day her family sent data streams indicating she should leave the GAR, that she wasn’t able to handle it, she’d never be good enough. Now with this, was she proving them right? Should she leave? Maybe someone else would’ve realized the danger Vi could’ve been in, no doubt Nerium would’ve for sure.

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Anakin rushed into the med clinic with Padme in his arms, he made sure they docked on top of the hospital when they came back from Cato Neimoidia. He didn’t want to waste any time in getting the treatment she needed.

Even though she had received the antidote from Senator Dod, there was still a concern regarding side effects from the poison she had received. As soon as he entered the clinic, the staff swarmed them, taking her to a private and secure room. He was forced to wait outside pacing back and forth until he heard news, it was probably one of the longest hours of his life.

“General Skywalker?”

He turned to see Kix, he was thankful and grateful to have his medic there on hand, “Kix, tell me the news”

“Senator Amidala is fine, the poison wasn’t in her system long enough to cause any sort of permanent damage. She’ll suffer from a cold, for the next few days, fever, chills, coughing, but otherwise, the antidote did it’s work and neutralized the threat.”

Anakin let out a huge sigh of relief as he took in the information, his hands resting on his hips, nodding along, “Will she be able to go home?”

“I’ll make sure they keep her here for at least two days to confirm there are no side effects, but if her fever is kept down, and her symptoms don’t worsen, I believe she could go home then.”

“Thank you, Kix” he squeezed his man’s shoulder, appreciating Kix’s quick and honest assessment. Anakin moved towards Padme’s door, when he felt a hesitation coming from Kix.

“Something troubling you, Kix?”

“It’s … the ceasefire. It’s over isn’t it?”

Anakin took in a deep breath, “I can’t say one way or another, Kix. What I can tell you, is that there will probably be an announcement regarding that topic in a few days, maybe sooner.”

“Understood, sir.”

He simply nodded before heading into Padme’s room, “How are you feeling?” She smirked, covering a cough that came on suddenly, Anakin rushed to her side, grabbing the cup of water on the table beside her, “Here, sip it slowly.” He held her up as he passed the cup, watching her like a mother nuna.

“If you keep staring like that, people are going to talk”

“About your beauty?”

She couldn’t help smiling, shaking her head at his antics, “Really, I’m fine” she held on to his hand, giving it a squeeze before she rested back against the pillows, “You need to go and report to the Council.”

“Are you sure you’ll be alright alone?” Before Padme had a chance to answer Anakin’s comm beeped, he let out an annoyed sigh, without having to look he already knew who it was.

“They’re looking for you” she gave him a soft and sleepy smile, “I’ll be alright. Promise.” She squeezed his hand one more time, he nodded placing a kiss on the back of her hand.

“Let me know if you need anything”

Padme simply nodded, as she adjusted herself one more time, before falling asleep to the sounds of Anakin’s feet exiting the room. Sergeant Gregar Typho stood outside the door guarding the sleeping Senator, “You will stand here by yourself?” Anakin eyed the Sergeant carefully, he seemed like a respectable and trustworthy man; he was quite useful on Cato Neimoidia.

“Senator Amidala’s personal bodyguard will be arriving in the next two minutes, as well the Senators’ Guards will be coming shortly, I believe the Marshall Commander herself will be arriving shortly.”

“Alright, keep your wits about you. Please make sure to contact me if anything, and I mean anything seems amiss.”

“Will do, General Skywalker.”

Anakin took one more look at the closed door, before he headed towards the Council chambers with the holodisc, ready to lay out Senator Clovis’ misdeeds. As he walked towards the chambers he couldn’t help but rejoice at the idea of making the Senator pay, was it wrong that he wanted to see the man squirm? Was it because he wanted justice for the Republic or was it because he hated the fact Padme had to be friendly with Rush? Either way, he wanted to see him suffer; he knew he shouldn’t feel that way, he shouldn’t be looking forward to such animosity, but he couldn’t help it.

Before he even realized it he was standing in the middle of the Council chambers, going over everything he discovered regarding Rush Clovis, he must have been more distracted than he realized. He was brought back to the present as Obi-wan shifted in his seat.

“Confirmed, you have, Senator Clovis’ association?” Master Yoda kept his eyes on the young Jedi Knight standing before him. He was a passionate and caring Jedi, although his attention towards Senator Amidala had always been one that caused him concern.

“It is clear the Senator is working with the Separatists, otherwise why would he have access to their factory?”

“Hmmm” Master Windu cupped his chin as he analyzed the information Skywalker had brought before them, “I believe it would be best to leave Senator Clovis alone for now”

“Excuse me!” Anakin’s voice raised higher than he had expected, however he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “Are we really letting this man … this Senator who we know is working with the Separatists go free?”

“It’s not as simple as you think, Anakin” Obi-wan spoke up, hoping to calm his padawan’s frustration.

“Not as simple?”

“The mere fact the Senator in question is from the Banking clan, proves it is not as simple as we think” Master Mundi stated.

“He could use his connections as a member of the Banking clan to justify the reason he was there on Cato Neimoidia” Master Billaba clarified, “We weren’t privy to their conversations, nor did we have anyone record their conversation.”

“What about the attempt on Senator Amidala’s life?”

“Unfortunate as it was” Master Iluminara answered, “The animosity between the Trade Federation and the Senator from Naboo is a long entrenched one, he could easily claim it was a separate incident and nothing to do with the reason he was on Cato Neimoidia.”

“Not to mention he was able to administer the antidote, in fact saving Senator Amidala’s life” Master Windu finished.

“Yet, we know he was conspiring!” Anakin reaffirmed

Yoda nodded in understanding, “Act against Senator Clovis we cannot, of what we discovered regardless.”

“Be mindful of your emotions, young Skywalker” Master Mundi chastised, “We must act in a way beneficial to the Republic. Though unpleasant the situation, we must view it from all sides. We are keepers of the peace, not vengeful warriors seeking to punish those we think have wronged us.”

Anakin bowed before the Jedi Council, “Of course, Master. Forgive my outburst.” He stood, facing the Council once again, the turmoil within him calmed down, “I will follow the Council’s decision.”

“I fear this information confirms what we have felt in the force” Master Plo stated with a heavy heart, “The ceasefire is nothing more than a charade, a way to keep us distracted, allowing the droid factories on Geonosis to start up again.”

“The ceasefire is over” Master Windu’s voice rang throughout the chamber, everyone’s disappointment was felt through the force, “Prepare your troops, young Skywalker, we will be advising troop movements within the following few days.”

“As you command, Master Windu” Anakin bowed one more time, exiting as quickly as his legs could carry him, he was doing his best to remain calm while in their presence.

He understood why they couldn’t act against Senator Clovis, but the fact Padme had to suffer, had to be near such an odious man, and there was nothing he could do, angered him. Made him feel weak, powerless, a waste of an existence. He needed more power, he didn’t want to feel weak like he had when he was slave, unable to stand up to the corruption or evil deeds he saw. He knew it was wrong of him to feel the want for more, it was wrong to think Clovis deserved to die, but he couldn’t help it. Just like before, his feet were moving him before he even realized where he needed to go.

As he walked along the corridors, it registered in his mind where he was heading, to one of the abandoned training rooms. He definitely needed to vent his feelings and the best place to do it was far away from everyone.

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