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chronozen · 9 months ago

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Dissecting Tales of the Empire (Barriss stuff)

So let's break down all the Barriss stuff in the trailer:

There's an Inquisitor Shuttle approaching Our - likely after she is freed from prison

When Barriss is freed from her cell

This little bit is actually quite interesting. First of all Barriss is wearing a prison symbol with the emblem of the Jedi Order on the shoulder.

The clone troopers are Republic Shock Troopers, The Coruscant guard.

Fourth Sister is actually wearing Jedi robes not an Inquisitor uniform, she's already fallen to the Dark side as evidenced by the eyes.

This is suggesting that Barriss is freed from somewhat close to the end of Revenge of Sith

Also the framing of Barriss in prison is very similar to Luminara's hologram in Rebels.

Barriss's eyes are really blue in this scene. Like more so than other ones.

Barriss walking down a hallway

Pretty self explanatory. She's walking down a hallway. She's wearing Robes that a likely Inquisitorius initiate robes. (Or maybe it wasn't Laundry day and Barriss's uniform wasn't ready)

The Clones are just Regs in Phase 2 armour. It looks like Fortress Inquisitorius on Nur.

Speculation: Barriss is giving a little side glance, she's either taking her environment or she's plotting something.

The Grand Inquisitor scene

When then see the Grand Inquisitor leading Barriss into a room with several lightsabers

None of the Lightsabers are Luminara's (Trust me i double checked Weapon's Factory.) They are most likely reused models and generic sabres - because animation and props design is hard and short cuts should be taken whenever you can.

.....but two of those lightsabers are very close to Barriss's lightsaber.

The one in the middle doesn't seem to hold a significance (The bottom of the hilt slightly resembles Ahsoka's Padawan lightsaber, and you could go Green symbolic of Luminara.)

....wouldn't it be just awful if its Tutso Mara's lightsaber?

Inquisitor and Barriss have a sparring session, he tries to get her to use Anger and slams her into the roof, she's noticeably angry.

"Mercy only breeds defeat, i will help you overcome this weakness."

This line is interesting because it's not the usual only your Hatred can strike me down line, the Grand Inquisitor is actually being polite and offering a twisted form of assistance.

Which brings me to a thought - The Grand Inquisitor was right beside Barriss during her big confession at Ahsoka's trial, he's probably going to see her as someone that they don't have to break or torture.

Fourth Sister using Spinning Lightsaber

So this is a very short sequence. The Fourth Sister is in an area with a Rock wall, jumps down, glances around nervously, spins her blade and looks up.

Speculation: Something hasn't gone to plan, maybe the Jedi later in trailer is tougher, or maybe someone else has swapped sides...

The Jedi Fight

This shot opens with Barriss in a proper Inquisitor Uniform and her own useless spinning lightsaber running towards Fourth Sister and an unknown Jedi with a blue Saber

During the fight we can see ITS NOT LUMINARA, this Jedi has a different facial structure, skin tone and likely human.

We can also see who i assume is Barriss looking like she is hesitating on what to do.

We then cut to a different seen of a hooded figure using the force to blow away B2 Super Battle Droids. This implies its during the clone wars and the hooded figure is very likely Barriss cause that silhouette is very similar.

The figure is illuminated by a white glow and it's probably a part of sequence meant to show Barriss before she went nuts - cause its been 11 years so new viewers might not know this character who only appeared in technically 7 eps at most is...

FIGHT TO THE DEATH

Fight to death between Barriss and an unknown initiate.

Grand Inquisitor throws a lightsaber between the two - no its not Barriss's lightsaber

Ray shields go up. Initiate who i'm calling Glup, goes for the Saber. The crystal has been bled so it's red.

Glup and Barriss fight and Barriss goes for the sky high kick or possibly punch to the head.

THE NEW MASTER

'it is time to meet your new Master."

This implies the initiates don't meet Vader until they're full members.

We see Barriss lined up with the other Inquisitors - she's in full uniform. Really hard to tell if her eyes are dark side yellow or not. (They still look Blue compared to Fourth's)

Also it's really funny to me that she's lined up with Bird face Inquisitor, Marrok and Fourth Sister, cause everyone said all of those Inquisitors was Barriss Offee.

They all kneel, Barriss goes down first.

Vader walks past and Barriss looks up slightly and watches him...and she immediately frowns and furrows her eyebrows.

She's plotting something....

Interesting note: Since bird face is alive and has his head perfectly attached to his neck still, This places Barriss's eps of Tales of the Empire prior to Ahsoka's last ep of Tales of the Jedi

Look i can hope for Barriss to escape and then we seen the back of Ahsoka walk into frame....

#barrissoffee #barriss offee #tales of the empire #star wars #star wars the clone wars #trailer analysis #I spent way too much time doing this #inquisitorius #fourth sister #grand inquisitor

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vadertyrannus · 2 years ago

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Debunking Misconceptions about Darth Vader's Power Level

This is a continuation of my main post proving that Darth Vader is the most powerful Sith in Star Wars Canon. Please check out my original post before reading.

“Darth Vader’s being a cyborg prevented him from reaching his Force potential”

Incorrect. Darth Vader’s suit was not a hindrance to his power. If anything, it made him stronger in the dark side.

These quotes from Lords of the Sith say so.

The armour separated him from the galaxy, from everyone, made him singular, freed him from the needs of the flesh, the concerns of the body that once had plagued him, and allowed him to focus solely on his relationship to the Force.

He stared at his reflection a long time. His injuries had deformed his body, left it broken, but they’d perfected his spirit, strengthening his connection to the Force.

The loss of his limbs causing him to lose potential doesn't even make any sense. Midichlorians are measured per cell, not per body. Vader may have lost his limbs, but the rest of the body is still just as powerful.

If you go by the logic that more biomass means means more powerful, Yoda should be the weakest Jedi on the Jedi Council since he has the least biomass of any of them. It doesn't make sense.

Additionally, when his suit was shut of by its creator, Cylo in the Darth Vader (2015) comic series, Vader used the Force to move his body so he could kill him.

Even with his suit deactivated, Darth Vader is still a lethal opponent.

So no, Vader's suit was not a hindrance to his Force power.

“Vader’s suit was intentionally designed by Sidious to make him weaker and to be painful”

This is another thing that is often assumed by people because it was true in Legends, but it simply isn’t true in Canon.

In Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith (2017), immediately after Vader gets his suit, Sidious asks Vader what he thinks of his suit. He doesn’t begrudgingly say he hates it. Instead, he just says:

Later in the series, after completing the creation of his new red lightsaber, which he had to kill a Jedi to do, its shown that Vader fixes his own suit to his liking, and Sidious even approves and encourages this.

Vader even gets pissed off at the idea of anyone else fixing his armor. Unlike in Legends, he has to repair his armor himself.

In Canon, Sidious didn’t want Vader to be held back. He never intentionally handicaps him, and is always disappointed whenever Vader shows any sign of loss in power. This is congruent with his line in Revenge of the Sith when he boasts to Yoda that Vader will be more powerful then either of them: he says it in pride, not as if it will be a problem.

This makes sense. He wants an incredibly strong apprentice to be his enforcer, and has complete confidence Vader won't betray him, both because he has emotionally manipulated him to be psychologically dependent on him, as well as having several contingencies.

This also makes sense since we’re talking about a character to was able to build a protocol droid at the age of 9. He shouldn’t have a problem fixing his suit himself.

“Vader’s suit made him a slow/clunky/inept saber duelist”

Not only is this contradicted by this Top 5 list...

...but it also contradicts the movies itself.

I mean, look at him go (it's time-coded).

There's also this moment, in the comics...

...and this moment in the Lords of the Sith novel.

With preternatural speed the Emperor drew, ignited, and slashed at the girl with his lightsaber, but Vader had sensed his Master’s intent and moved with greater speed, igniting his own blade and intercepting his Master’s blow before it could land.

This debunks the notion that Vader didn’t have the speed to keep up with Sidious (or other fast moving lightsaber duelists like Yoda).

If Vader was such a slow and terrible duelist who was a shadow of his former self, how would he have enforced Sidious’ will? How would he “hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights” as Obi-Wan says in A New Hope? And why would Yoda and Obi-Wan need to hide in exile?

"Vader lost to Obi-Wan in Obi-Wan Kenobi so you're wrong"

Vader was conflicted, as Sidious outright states in the next scene.

Initially, Vader was stronger and was beating Obi-Wan...

..but he was caught off guard by Obi-Wan's newfound confidence and power boost. His emotional conflict also weakened him, and once Obi-Wan damaged his suit enough so he couldn't breath properly anymore, it was basically over.

Credit to @david-talks-sw for the gifs; check out his blog.

While I do have my issues with Vader losing to Obi-Wan in the series, I'm glad they at least gave an in-universe explanation so Obi-Wan isn't more powerful then Vader, and thus also Sidious, by default, thus destroying the entire original trilogy.

"Sidious wrecked Vader in Issue #6 of the 2020 comics so you’re wrong"

Yes, in this instance, Sidious was more powerful then Vader. However, saying this proves Sidious is generally more powerful is to completely ignore the context in which this happens.

Vader's quest to find who raised his son after The Empire Strikes Back brought back memories of his mother and Padme, including Vader watching a recording showing Padme still believed there to be good in him.

This created a lot of conflict in Vader, and he began wallowing in sadness and grief instead of being fueled by anger and hatred.

Sidious outright says this.

Here, he tells his apprentice that he needs to return to the former power, even acknowledging Vader’s once “unimaginable strength”.

The whole point of this is that Sidious was trying to get old Vader back, and that he shouldn't be able to do this to him.

Sidious easily beats Vader here because he lost himself. This does not prove he was always weaker then him.

“Sidious wrecked Vader in Issue #11 of the 2020 comics so you’re wrong”

I'll definitely concede that in this case, it's more debatable as to whether Sidious is more powerful then Vader.

Sidious avoids a direct confrontation with Vader, instead choosing to lure him into a series of enemies, including an army of Sith cultists and a literal weaponized kyber crystal.

It's worth noting that Vader still isn't in his prime here. After going through many difficult opponents, from a bounty hunter to a giant monster, without the aid of the Force, Vader is tired and literally held together by scraps. And yet he still keeps going, fueled by his rage.

When Sidious activates the kyber crystal, Vader is being harmed, while Sidious feels... nothing. He just stands in front of it.

Is Sidious now more powerful then Vader? Or is this just because Vader is weak because of everything he's been through and still has some conflict within him?

We can't really say for sure. At this point, it's up to interpretation.

The artist of the comic series did say that Vader is more powerful...

...but this is less of a Word of God statement and more of a Word of Saint Paul statement.

Regardless, it does not preclude Vader being more powerful prior to this comic series. Which is why I always say that Vader from ROTS up to ESB is the most powerful Sith, because after ESB, whether he's actually more powerful then Sidious is debatable.

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triscribeaucollection · 1 year ago

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@foxstronaut: #YEAH SO I DID IN FACT WANT TO SEE IT#this is so good……this au just keeps getting better……….tysm for the link to this post!!#the wider context of the time travel……the fallout of bens betrayal…..#positively eating this up#also if i can ask- what is the ‘shereshoy’ mentioned in ur tag? :0

Shereshoy is the capstone of my Vod'e An Star Wars series, which is ALL about time travel, but I keep copy-pasting the intro scene into different AUs because it is. Definitely one of my favorite bits of writing to date.

Here's the series summary:

Have you ever seen a time traveler dropped into the middle of someone else's butterfly effect? How about several dozen someones? AKA I nabbed all my fave clone troopers and sprinkled them into a much happier galaxy, with a touch of violence on top. As a treat.

Aaand just for laughs, here's the intro scene in question:

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The Force screamed in the middle of the night, and Ahsoka lurched awake with one overriding thought: not again.

Both lightsabers immediately flew to her hands as she rolled out of bed - boots and outer robes left behind in her sprint for the door. For the first time since constructing her own hab at Luke’s school, Ahsoka regretted putting herself on a neighboring ridge instead of down in the valley among the students.

Even as she ran, the Force flickered with another youngling’s death.

Beams of red light in the darkness, matched to knots of Dark power, drew her forward at even greater speed. Bounding off rocks and trees, the togruta remained nearly silent with every leap; she instinctively shielded herself with the Force to mask her approach, until the moment she burst out over the heads of three Sith acolytes, and let her own power flare.

Their helmeted heads snapped upwards. In the span of two heartbeats, her white sabers slashed, and those same heads fell to the ground, their bodies following after a brief pause.

Ahsoka landed in a battle-ready crouch, positioned defensively over a boy collapsed on the ground. When no further Sith revealed themselves, she deactivated and tucked away one lightsaber, freed hand reaching for the teenager at her feet. “Jacen?”

“I’m okay,” he rasped, heart pounding hard enough her lekku could feel the vibrations. “What- what’s happening?”

“Another Purge,” Ahsoka said, fighting hard to keep her voice level. “Can you feel Ezra?” After a moment’s pause, his face scrunched with desperate concentration, Jacen nodded. “Then let’s go. I’ll watch your back.”

The boy staggered upright, and led her around to the far side of the school buildings: student sleeping huts, a kitchen and meal hall, storage and laundry and library. Most of them bore scorch marks and other damage, while further up the valley, the actual temple where Luke handled meditation and combat training burned.

Storm clouds rumbled overhead, an echo of the fury roaring in Ahsoka’s mind. Twice, cracks of lightning revealed fallen bodies as she and Jacen ran past.

Another set of Sith attempted an ambush, only to falter when they registered her white lightsabers. Ahsoka didn’t hesitate to leap forward and deal with them swiftly, before any attention could be turned to the padawan beside her. Jacen, thankfully, didn’t attempt to join her, nor did he comment afterward - but his Force-presence shivered and pulled in even tighter on itself.

The next enemies they came across were a squad of stormtroopers, concentrating fire on a solitary figure, who deflected incoming plasma bolts and shot back his own with the same weapon. Ahsoka could sense two more younglings hidden behind Ezra’s billowed cloak, and increased her speed.

One trooper spotted her mid-charge. He and his neighbor turned to shoot at the new target, but their bolts went wild, too far off the mark to even require deflection. Ridiculous, Ahsoka could hear in her mind, as she spun and slashed, No brother would have gotten off Kamino with aim like that; do they even bother training these shinies, or just hand ‘em armor and a blaster and a new set of orders?

Faster than droids, but not nearly as fast or coordinated as clones, which meant Ahsoka carved through the stormtroopers within moments. As the last blaster fell in pieces to the ground, she saw Jacen dash past to crash against his favorite teacher with a desperate hug. Ezra wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders, the other still holding his lightsaber. “Ahsoka?”

“Get to my ship,” she ordered, as another peal of thunder rang above their heads, and the first few raindrops began to fall. “Don’t wait for anyone else, just take off and get to safety.”

Expression grim, Ezra nodded, and turned to drop into a crouch. He helped Alora get to her feet, the girl holding Grogu against her chest. “Pypey?”

The teenager shook her head, headscarf gone, face covered in tears. Ezra didn’t waste any more time before hustling her and Jacen off, towards the hidden landing pad where they kept hyper-capable craft. Ahsoka barely waited before hurrying onward again.

She passed more bodies; some students, some stormtroopers, the occasional Sith in black and red armor. The rain began coming down harder, turning the ground slick with mud, dragging visibility down to mere feet and severely impacting how much Ahsoka could sense with her hollow montrals.

But the Force didn’t falter. Every leap took her from one mostly-stable spot to another, following further death knells and surges of power, all the way up to the front steps of the old Jedi temple set into the mountainside. All the way to Luke.

Despite his much smaller stature, he moved like Anakin, and she could feel the intense emotions racing through him. One trooper after another fell, Luke refusing to let any of them put so much as a single foot on the steps into his school, his Academy. More bodies sprawled across the stones behind him; only one still flickered faintly with life.

Ahsoka took over the fight.

She landed ahead and just to one side of Luke, better positioned to defend the one student still gasping for breath. “Go! Take her and go!” Her fellow Jedi hesitated, clearly torn between multiple directions. “She’s dying, Luke, take Jaina and go, NOW!”

His Force-presence flared, then settled, decision made. Ahsoka felt the man lunge, scoop up his wounded student, and bolt into the Temple. She knew he’d follow a secret route out to the far side of the mountain, where an overhang sheltered his old X-Wing. With any luck, Artoo would be waiting, engines already fired up and ready to take off.

Even without luck, Ahsoka would buy them enough time to escape. Raindrops sizzled off her lightsabers as she swept them through the air, evaporating into steam that trailed after her every movement.

And Ahsoka moved.

#star wars #vod'e an series #ahsoka tano #time travel fixit #shereshoy #which was SUPPOSED to be the final installment #but then haat ijaa haa'it happened #and who knows when that will be finished #but that's just individual snippet chapters #the full plot of the series is Done and Dusted

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imogenkol · 2 years ago

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— WIP WENDESDAY

tagged by @shadowglens and @socially-awkward-skeleton thank you both! 💕

as always, no pressure tags: @marivenah @shegetsburned @detectivelokis @risingsh0t @voidika @corvosattano @shellibisshe @florbelles @sstewyhosseini @aceghosts @simonxriley @jinfromyarikawa @chuckhansen @queennymeria @inafieldofdaisies @roofgeese @jackiesarch @nokstella @unholymilf @jacobseed @indorilnerevarine

Another Imogen flashback post Order 66. Finally got around to writing her bleed her master’s kyber crystal🩸🖤

Shadows seemed to swallow every corner of the small room apart from the meditation circle Imogen kneeled in. Even there, dark wisps reached across the edges like tongues of flames that burned ice cold. Her master’s lightsaber lay just before her on the stone floor. Dim illumination from the handheld lantern shined clearly in the chrome hilt, reflecting a distorted image of the young Padawan’s ghost of an expression.

No longer a Padawan. No longer a Jedi at all.

Imogen reached out to her connection with the Force and lifted the weapon until it floated at level with her chest. Her form remained as still as a statue as she disassembled the lightsaber with her mind piece by piece, pulling each component apart with meticulous precision. A vibrant blue light ignited in the darkness as the Kyber crystal emerged from its chamber. So strong and pure was its glow. Imogen took a very long minute to allow the brightness within her one last time.

The light never sat well with her.

Imogen’s hand slowly extended and the crystal came down to suspend above her palm. Rejna, the Order, the Republic – all of them so desperate for the war to end that they mistook peace for sovereignty. No one stopped to consider the price for their self righteousness until the Temple burned. Now all that remained were the ashes of her brethren in a hollowed out tomb.

Though, they were not her family. Not really. Not once did she feel accepted in their halls. To Imogen, the Temple had always been a tomb – her final resting place where the shadow of a life she could have had haunted her.

The cobalt blue of the crystal flickered.

Imogen thought of every moment her master lectured her. Rejna, so dutiful and virtuous. If only she had seen her apprentice as anything other than a problem to be solved. No matter the lengths of Imogen’s efforts, she simply could not change the look of disappointment written in stone on her master’s face. Rejna’s eyes always gave it away. There had been a gleam about them, so subtle that Imogen convinced herself she had imagined it more than once. Rejna looked at Imogen like she knew she would fail, but refused to admit defeat in her role as Master. In doing so, she resigned the two of them to a fate worse than death. That is, until Imogen plunged her blade into Rejna’s heart and freed them both.

Bleed, Imogen commanded in her mind. Bleed for her.

A dot of crimson appeared at the center of the crystal and pooled outwards, gradually infecting its old light. Then she pictured the vacant expression on her master’s face as her eyes – finally devoid of all judgment – stared lifelessly up at the Temple arches. Whatever Rejna may have been, she was all Imogen had. She did not wish for her master to suffer. Her actions had been merciful. But now, in the cold, dark room, Imogen was truly and utterly alone.

Her pain brought forth a couple of stray tears. They quietly rolled down her cheeks and dropped off her chin. It was so silent in the room that she thought she might have heard them fall onto the stone beneath her knees. Imogen and the crystal were one in the same. Each suffered from a heart that dripped scarlet.

Bleed for me.

The blood red heart in the crystal released one more pulse of energy before it completely consumed what once powered a weapon of peace. With her mind, Imogen set the old saber components aside and assembled a new hilt. A sharp emitter. A sleek handle. Gilded electrum and smooth greel wood, contrasted with dark metal. The red Kyber crystal perfectly slotted into its chamber and with that, Imogen fused it all together.

The lightsaber gently landed in her palm as she stood. She waved her other hand to extinguish the light of the lantern. Now bathed in total darkness, her fingers gripped the saber tightly, and she ignited it. A red so deep and brilliant coruscated across all surfaces of the room. Imogen was mesmerized by the blade. She gave it a few swings, its hum vibrant and invigorating in her ears.

It finally felt right.

Imogen could not wait to put this new weapon to use. Together, they would do magnificent things.

#oc insp: imogen kol #my writing #always been fascinated by this process and seeing it in survivor made my brain go brbrbrbr #I never really considered Imogen as a Sith (she’s more of a fallen Jedi) but apparently fallen Jedi bleed their OWN crystals #but Sith bleed crystals form Jedi they’ve killed #which is really interesting in this case tbh #and yes this is the lightsaber she still wields present time #I can’t see her wielding anything else tbh #i floated the idea of her purifying the crystal eventually but decided against it #her keeping a red blade is very symbolic to her #she may start doing better things but she will always accept the darkness within her and her lightsaber is the representation of that #fun fact! she's like 16 here and this is the last time she cries :)#until I figure out a way to really break her :))

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saggitary · 2 years ago

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Lil excerpt from Wild in the Soul

She steeled herself, drawing the Force around her to keep her mind clear as she let her lightsaber tilt to the left. Ventress drove her weight down and Ahsoka felt the red blade burn across her arm. She dropped her saber completely and the saber bit into her shoulder. Pain made black spots appear in Ahsoka’s vision but she pushed upwards, swinging her now freed blade.

Ventress noticed a second to late what Ahsoka was doing and only managed to stumble back a step as Ahsoka’s green blade swiped at her throat. The skin along Ventress’ jaw and left cheek burned from the cut.

“That was for Wolffe.” Ahsoka growled.

#see's writes #ahsoka tano #commander wolffe #assaj ventress #ahsoka and wolffe

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the-starry-seas · 8 months ago

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Bad Batch finale stream of consciousness thoughts

THAT EPISODE NAME?!

Oh, right. The cavalry. The cavalry for Tech, the cavalry chosen especially to save Tech, Tech's cavalry.

bestie something about this intro has me fucking nervous I think it's the funeral music

I don't know if I like that this is a 48-minute episode that's a lot of time for things to happen and I don't know if they're gonna be good

"At the time. Yes!" <3

Rampart's talking a lot of shit for someone in smacking range

WDYM THEIR FAILURE IS INEVITABLE

oh shit Emerie redemption arc??? Omega really does make friends with everyone huh

oh shit these kids are accomplishing things!

I really do love Wrecker

"Don't like the sound of that" you and me both babe

"Things are about to get very loud anyways" I support womens' rights but more importantly I support womens' wrongs

FUCK YEAH BEASTIE BOY TIME

what was that scream lmfao he really said EEP

the way Echo's head moved when he heard the Zillo Beast was loose

BECAUSE IT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'D DO 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

why does Wrecker keep groaning you people are worrying me

CLONE FORCE 99 DIED WITH TECH WE'RE NOT THAT SQUAD ANY MORE bestie you are fucking killing me I'm hunting you for sport I'm never gonna recover

"Omega needs you both. I'm doing this alone." I'm not made to handle this kind of stress I need to be sent to the seaside for my health

Hunter and Wrecker immediately like "yeah that's our girl"

MY BROTHER WRECKER 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Hemlock's way too confident I don't like it

suddenly zombie vibes with these red tube men. don't like that thing no sir.

for some reason that double tap really got to me idk man they're just so in sync and i'm 🥺

ah fucknuggets

y'all had no reason to pancake Hunter

WHY ARE YOU ELECTROCUTING WRECKER FUCK OFF

oh my god did they just maim Crosshair

besties they don't have plot armour any more I'm scared shitless

HAVOC 5 BABE I'M SCREAMING

"Hey, kid. And... other kids." lmfao Echo's only ever talked to his one kid before hasn't he

oh this is not a good episode suddenly

what do you mean alterations to your methods what the fuck man cut this shit out (but maybe he tested out the new stuff on Tech who also survived??? one can hope??? I need one idea from this ep that isn't completely horrifying.)

I'm gonna cry over Echo huh

AUGH the clones banding together to help them AUGH 🥺🥺🥺🥺

y'know Hemlock referring to Tech as 'lost' rather than 'dead' gives me a skosh of hope that is most certainly false but that I shall have all the same

well fuck man these freed clones are the new redshirts huh

oh fuck yeah blow that bitch to pieces, RIP Nala Se and all but at least we got rid of that guy

ah fuck they got Echo

this amount of electrocution can't be good for anyone

can't be going out windows like that. can't be doing that.

glowy saber commando is some cool shit ngl

Hunter and Cross are a dream team tbh

THE ARM TAP AND THE NOD

"I can't risk Omega" OUWCH

FUCK YEAH LIGHT THE BITCH UP

oh my god her running to Cross first is just gonna break me

did they just. leave. without Echo and Wrecker. I mean I get it but still rude.

at least Project Necromancer was a total loss

ah, Windows Movie Maker transitions, my old friend

oh thank god Echo's okay

eyyyy some of the redshirts survived!

oh god the Hunter-Echo nod.... I see u

"We've all fought enough battles for one lifetime. Now we get to choose who we want to be. Whatever we want." SCREAMING AND CRYING 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

that family shot I love it so much oh my god

oh no there's an epilogue

of Tech perhaps???????? I will remain delusional until the end

oh shit who's thisoh my god grown-up Omega just look at her

WHAT THE FUCK OLD HUNTER AWOOGA

THE BEARD AND THE HEADBAND AND THE PONYTAIL AND THE GREYING HAIRS AND THE

"You're our kid Omega, you always will be" dissolving into dust as we speak holy shit just look at them they're amazing

god I'm gonna cry

TECH'S GOGGLES ON THE DASHBOARD I'M NEVER GOING TO RECOVER FROM THIS EVER

#tbb spoilers

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votestaynight2 · 2 years ago

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12th Day - moonlight (II) (Scene 3)

"――――――――!" I breathe quietly. I push my body against the wall and watch while keeping myself hidden. …It's still too early. It'll be too reckless to charge in when I don't understand the situation yet.

And more than anything, I don't have much power. The strengthened wooden sword is my only weapon. It's foolish to confront Caster without a plan. ―――No, that's wrong. I do have another weapon.

"……No way. What am I thinking?" I can't use projection. Half my body became numb after I used it once. Archer told me that it'll end up worse if I do it again.

Using magic beyond your capabilities can destroy you. If I use projection magic in this state, it'll be natural for me to die on the spot. "――――The chance will come. For now…" I'll bide my time and wait for my chance.

"―――I see. So you killed Kirei?" Her voice only holds murderous intent. Tohsaka is glaring at the enemy with a coldness I've never seen before.

"Yes. He didn't seem like someone that would obediently hand me the Holy Grail. I also didn't want him to interrupt later on." In contrast, Caster is calm and composed. The magus in purple cheerfully admits the murder of the priest.

"――――――――" A gritting sound echoes through the temple. …He was more like a devil than a saint to me, but that priest was a fellow apprentice to Tohsaka. And he was killed. Even though he was involved and might have been prepared for it, it's not something she can take in readily.

"…I see. That's fine. Kirei should have been prepared for such a thing. But Caster. Did you check his corpse?"

Am I mistaken, or has she suppressed all her anger? Tohsaka seems like she's not angry at all. Caster evades Tohsaka's question.

"…What are you saying? Such a thing should not concern you."

"No, it doesn't. But it's not something totally unrelated to me. I just wanted to make sure, since I'll be relieved if he's really dead." "――――What does that mean, little lady?"

"It means what it means, Caster. He's not one to die so easily. I just thought he might be alive, since you didn't check the corpse."

"Damn, you're useless. If you attacked Kirei, make sure you killed him. Oh well. I have something to do now, so let's finish this quickly, Caster. We can fight freely, as there are no hostages this time."

―――A signal to start. Tohsaka or Caster… If either one of them takes a step forward, this temple will be filled with magic―――

"You talk big. Do you think you can beat me in this situation?"

"It depends on how I do it. Fortunately, it seems Saber has yet to come under your control, so the conditions are the same. And I also know about Kuzuki-Sensei. Saber was surprised, but he's no threat to Archer if he knows his attacks beforehand." Tohsaka points to Archer while staring at Caster.

"You heard it, Archer. I'll fight Caster. She might break your contract if you get too close to her." "…Hm. So I will be fighting that man? I do not mind, but―――do you know that a magus cannot beat Caster, Rin?"

"…Don't worry. I wouldn't say anything if I didn't have a chance of victory. I'll surely defeat Caster here. If I do that, Saber will be freed and Shirou can make a contract with her again, right?" ―――Tohsaka tenses for action. I feel pressure as if she's a tiger about to attack its prey.

And as if to stop her… "That is only in theory. It is difficult to defeat her here. She is a master when it comes to running away. She is a woman that will kill her own brother to escape." Archer steps in between Tohsaka and Caster.

"Archer…? What are you doing?" "――――――――" He does not answer Tohsaka. The knight in red silently confronts Caster.

I think… I saw something like this before…

"…I killed my own brother…? You talk like you know about me. Do you know my true identity?"

"I hear human-shaped creatures made of dragon's teeth are magic used by the king of Colchis. I hear that his daughter, Medea, was famed as an excellent witch." ――――The air freezes. Caster's composure disappears and enmity like fire is directed at Archer.

"―――I see. Then you should know which one of us is at an advantage now, right?" "――――――――" Archer does not answer. His expression is like stone, as if accepting everything that is happening.

"Resistance is futile, Archer. You won't be able to take back Saber no matter who you may be. She still has a will to resist me, but that should not last for another day. And―――I can make her into my puppet now if I use my Command Spell."

"――――――――" I barely stop myself from moving. …Not yet. Even if that's true, now's not the time. If I want to save Saber, I can't jump out now――――

"―――Heh. Saber should be able to stand it even if you use the Command Spell. I don't know if it'll be a minute or two. But we should be able to beat you in that time."

"Yes, you are right. You look like you have some plan. But Archer, do you really think so? Do you think you can defeat me here like that girl thinks?"

Caster and Tohsaka are glaring at each other. Standing in between them…

"That is impossible. Even if we attack you, all we would manage is to take half your powers at most. What awaits us after that is a disadvantageous situation where we would be fighting both you and Saber." …Archer does not meet his Master's expectations.

"Archer, that's…" "You should know, Rin. We cannot win if that happens. Saber's abilities were restricted because of her incomplete Master. As she does not have that restriction anymore, she is the strongest Servant now. Only Berserker should be able to match her."

He speaks plainly. Tohsaka stares at Archer in astonishment, and even Caster is bewildered by the sensible enemy.

But it's different for me. I've experienced something like this before.

"――――Could he…?" I get a bad feeling. Back at the Ryudou Temple… When Caster proposed that he join her, what did he say back to her when he refused?

"――――Don't." I murmur without realizing. Don't do it. It's not because the situation will get worse. You're Tohsaka's partner. So don't do it. If you do such a thing―――I don't know what kind of an expression she'll make.

Archer steps forward. He is empty-handed as usual. He steps forward without enmity or intent to kill.

"―――Don't curse me, kid. There's nothing else I can do in a situation like this, right?"

He looks and smiles at me as if he knew I was watching this whole time――――

"Well, Caster. Let me ask you. Do you have room for one more Servant?" "Archer, you…!"

"Fu――――Fufu, ahaha, ahahahahahahaha!" Caster laughs out loud while Archer stands tall before her. And Tohsaka…

…Takes this in with an expression I have never seen her wear. ―――She does not look away. She should break down at a time like this, but she keeps a straight face and endures it, gritting her teeth.

"Of course. I have enough capacity to accept all the Servants. You know where I get my magical energy, right?"

Magical energy that allows her to maintain seven Servants. It is the lives of the people in this town.

"Then this should be easy. I shall accept that earlier offer you made, Caster." He holds out his hand to Caster in spite of that.

"――――――――" I feel like I'll go crazy. ―――I can't forgive him. For betraying Tohsaka. And for approving of Caster and joining Caster's side.

―――A hero. For this hero, who embodies Emiya Shirou's ideals, to do such a thing――――

"Even though you refused back then? You are pretty unfaithful."

"The situation has changed. If Saber is on your side now, you are likely to win the Holy Grail War. It is natural to want to be on the winning side, right?"

Archer walks towards Caster defenselessly. That means he's abandoning Tohsaka. Tohsaka does not stop him and stares at her enemy.

"――――――――" I know that figure. The red classroom. She tried to hide her trembling legs and act like the same old Tohsaka Rin, even with the collapsed students in front of her.

…That's her strength and weakness. She tries to act firm in any situation, so everybody around her gets the wrong idea that she's a strong person――――

"Use your contract breaker. Rin still has her Command Spell. I might attack you if you don't hurry."

His tone doesn't change. He betrayed Tohsaka in front of her, but he's still acting normally. She must be on guard against such a guy. Caster takes out the distorted dagger, but she does not pierce Archer with it.

"What? You'll obtain a loyal subordinate without trouble. Why do you need to hesitate?" "…Really? I do not trust betrayers. If your words are correct, then shouldn't Saber be enough for me?"

"You don't trust betrayers, huh? I certainly might betray you. I am going to your side for my own benefit. I did not approve of you as my master. But―――"

"The Command Spell is there to punish the betrayer, right? …All right. I shall prove to the world that I am great enough to take you in. I am interested in your Noble Phantasm, so I will follow your plan."

Caster raises her arm. The dagger to eliminate the contract pierces Archer's chest.

"――――!" Tohsaka makes a pained face. It must be the reaction of having her contract broken by force. But this isn't the time to be hesitating. This has become the worst possible situation.

Tohsaka watches Caster and slowly retreats. …Tohsaka's calm. She knows it'd do no good to fight them now. If she wants to keep on fighting, she has to retreat for the moment.

"――――――――" But there are six meters between Tohsaka and the stairs. Is it possible for her to run that distance safely?

―――Impossible. It's apparent, watching the scene from above. Kuzuki, who has been silent up to now, is on guard against Tohsaka. If she turns and runs full-speed, would she be able to reach the stairs and get to the exit before Kuzuki catches up to her?

Tohsaka sighs while looking at them. Her face… "Heh―――that's impossible." …Seems to say so.

"――――――――" She'll die. She'll be killed. If I try to help her, I will also die.

The area below me is a land of death. There is a Master called Kuzuki along with two enemy Servants. There's no way I'd get out of there alive.

"――――――――" My throat is dry. My fingers are tense from nervousness. Zero or one? Even before I can think… Tohsaka moves.

She starts for the stairs without any warning. Behind her… A tall lean figure catches up to her so quickly that Tohsaka appears to be standing still.

Kuzuki's fist should hit her in the back of the head. He was able to hurt Saber through her armor. It should be easy for him to break a human skull. "――――――――" ―――I can't save her. I can't save her by myself. I can't save her with this wooden sword.

…I'll die if I go out. I'll die if I go out. I'll die if I go out. I'll die if I go out. I'll die if I go out――――!

#votestaynight

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junhwe0309 · 2 years ago

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A Thousand Faces but No Wings

Shmi once told Anakin a story about the saddest slaves, the ones who loved their chains so much they remained in bondage. They were so happy they could not see the tears that fell from their eyes and disappeared into the greedy sand.

Ekkreth wears a thousand faces, but Anakin Skywalker wore two. Ekkreth was a beautiful red bird, but Anakin had no wings. Ekkreth was unfettered but Anakin Skywalker was heartbound.

Anakin loved Obi-Wan and he was grateful to the Jedi, for all of their faults. They could have cast him aside so easily but took him in, no matter how begrudgingly. Anahkeen owes them a half-debt and it festers snarling resentment under the guise of begrudging compliance. The Jedi cannot help the slaves of Tatooine but they can help their slavemasters. They point their fingers at Anahkeen and do not see the ones that point at their backs. The Jedi Masters disapprove because Ekkreth has a thousand faces and a hundred thousand hidden facets to him and they see a bantha only for a bantha.

Anahkeen knows he is many things. He is prideful because the Sky-walker does not bow to a Master. He is jealous because he cannot help but envy the other children who came to the Jedi earlier. He is accused of greed because the Jedi mistake his desperation to please his Masters for avarice. He is criticized for his laziness by the Masters in his classes because Watto wanted a smart slave but did not want a capable person. He is shown disdain for the eagerness he takes food, even when eating the proper amount because a Jedi eats to live and does not live to eat. His passion for saber-fighting is scrutinized as aggressive and almost bloodthirsty. Perhaps they are right; most of all, he is wrathful, because real gods drown the half-gods of wine and flowers in flesh and blood.

He is many things and content is the last of them. But Anakin has a beautiful wife and a duty to the men. He cannot say no, because he remembers the last time he abandoned someone he loved. The gods must have laughed as they reminded him of his disloyalty, his unending debt. When he thinks of Shmi, he thinks of all the ways he failed her. Anahkeen tried to name which of the deadly seven may apply, and when he failed, he decided to append an eighth, regret. His agony seeds shameful tears.

The Jedi can have their temple, their lavish ships and water. They can have their glowing blades, and soft robes, and endless amounts of food, and bacta and tall buildings because slaves have no use for them anyways. Anahkeen wanted nothing more than his ragged, old cotton bedsheet and the moonlight shining through the desert clouds, and the cool breeze under his feet while he ran around catching fireflies. He is almost sick of seeing so much plant life. There are even days when he misses Seek because his cruelty was one Anahkeen saw in himself and countless other faces.

But the Jedi won him a long time ago, and it was not long before his Master Knighted him and he got married. It was not long before he became a war general and a teacher to a bright, young girl. But none of them contribute to his joy now. His apprentice is long gone to the wind, becoming a woman before he could realize the girl he helped raise had bloomed. His wife is a woman he is eternally grateful for and he knows he can never repay her enough. His Master is a Jedi, and it is both good and bad. He is among thousands of Jedi and clones and he cannot help but feel so lonely in their company.

Desolation drives a man to think about times he once wanted to forget. Maybe someday he will get to go home when the war is over. Anahkeen remembers a freed Grandmother, who was born on a lush planet. She once told him a story he did not understand until it was too late.

“When a person crosses the river, Ar-Amu gives him what he wants. I don told the All-Mother I don’t want nothing much – only my home. I don’t think that’s much to ask for. I suppose she’ll send me back there. I been waiting a long time for her to call.”

If Kitster could see him now, he would feel pity for Anahkeen for the first time in his life. At least with Watto, he was useful but not important.

Some days, he reveled in his own ruin. Some days, he is not a Sky-walker. Many days, he is not Shmi’s son.

#anakin skywalker #prequel trilogy #clone wars #shmi skywalker #anakin and shmi #religious conflict #tatooine slave culture #fialleril #ekkreth #star wars fanon #ficlet #character study #amatakka #ar-amu #star wars #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala

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borntobelime · 3 years ago

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Rider Diarmuid Au

To call this his best version from Lancer and Saber will not be a lie . Having a lot more self esteem and confidence is one thing to start he remains the same chivalrous loyal knight who enjoys a good fight and a good adventure you could say he can be more optimistic and smiling a lot more than his other versions

After his survival of the Demon Boar thanks to the boar’s natural negating ability Diarmuid broke free from his Love Spot Curse and Grainne’s Geis .......This new freedom made Diarmuid decide to leave Grainne so that she can find real happiness now that she was also freed from the charm .....even though he was fully welcomed back to the Fianna Diarmuid felt something missing ...with Fionn growing old and everything was at peace Diarmuid’s soul craved for a real action so he left on self discovery journey hoping for adventurous quests .

And so he travelled to the Otherworld meeting again his adoptive fathers Aengus and Manann were they welcomed him and gave him different tasks to complete ...Diarmuid completed them all and seeing how much he grew they decided he was ready to revel him the truth of his birth ..... That he was the Son of Donn ...the God of the dead whose Kingdom was in Tech Duinn .....Diarmuid travelled to his father’s domain and they were finally reunited as he still alive Diarmuid knew he still didn’t belonged in Tech Duinn permanently yet however he accepted his demigod status and found a new purpose as he had access to all the realm of the Fae , Human and Dead His new role was to become a Guide to those who were lost and a Messenger to the Gods ....

(for the fellow Diarturia fans ...unfortunately as his duties were keeping him busy even when he was blessed with longevity of a demigod their paths did not cross but stories of her Legend did reached him of the brave King of Camelot ...I wanted too but i didn’t wanted to change the whole myth )

Abilities and Powers

NP ''''Torch Deamhan'''

The Demon Boar he once defeated is now his not only personal transport but also his fellow companion in his battles when needed

NP ‘’’ Tá Donn ag sracadh sna scamaill anocht. ‘’

This power is given by Donn himself as Diarmuid is still ‘’Alive’’ in this version he was not granted any blessings who will be more fitting to a death deity ...however this Lightning magic is a powerfull offencive and defensive for different kinds of combat the yellow spear and sword must been thrown to the sky to activate in order to access it ...They kinda work like a conductor ....

Gáe Buidhe : The yellow spear has lost the permanent curse of a wound remaining unhealed because of the fight with the boar it weakened the curse to a point that wounds can heal but in a really slow pace

Beagalltach : The yellow sword was used on the boar but it didn’t had a curse to be weakened but it is capable on repelling magic attacks

Moralltach : His demonic red sword that is said A blow bringing certain death, another certain victory, ....that does not mean a simple cut will ensure it

Gáe Dearg : The red long spear renders magical enhancements and projections useless by severing all ties with magical energy as long as the contact remains

Special shout out to @tired-reader-writer @mygenderisambigiousanimeboy @fiannalover @bitterrosebrokenspear @jelliedfox

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years ago

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Tread Upon the Wind (and Chase the Sky)

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This got long enough that I needed to split it! Written for Day 6 of Anakin Rarepair Week: Unfettered Anakin/Freedom Trail

I call this ship Windwalker

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It starts, of course, with rumors.

Most problems from the Outer Rim do.

Mace is not the one sent to investigate. He is the kind of knight dispatched to end civil conflicts and broker peace treaties in their wake, not the one that goes chasing rogue Force wielders that they aren’t even sure actually exist yet.

Then the mines of Kessel fall.

At twenty, Mace has been a knight for two years. His knighting was early enough to cause titters, but he doesn’t think anyone can fault the work he’s done since then.

Well, Qui-Gon can, but that is because he is a menace.

(Just because they’re former crèchemates, and Qui-Gon happensto be nine-and-a-quarter months older…)

Mace is dispatched to Kessel. It’s a desolate area, for all that the southern half of the planet is lush and verdant. The despair that clogs every breath is only just starting to dissipate after centuries thick with it. Everywhere he looks are newly freed slaves, and there are Jedi Adjuncts from the Service Corps peppered among the populace. Mostly, they are medical, removing chips and healing the soft tissue damage of months in the same chains, but EduCorps are here, too. Not all the slaves are comfortable with droids, and so the Jedi Adjuncts are there to translate and smooth the refugee process; the Republic Refugee Program representatives are harried, but seem delighted to have gotten access to this wretched place for the first time in living memory.

The Adjuncts point him to the office of the former slaves’ chosen speaker.

“He was not one of yours,” the Rodian woman tells him. “He was very clear on that, even though, or maybe because, he carried a saber like yours. Had a pair of Mandos with ‘im, too.”

“What color was the saber’s blade?”

She eyes him. “Every single one o’ you jeedai have asked us that.”

“Unfortunately, saber coloration is often an indicator of intent,” Mace says. It’s more complicated than that, but he’s not going to willinglystart that discourse with a civilian who probably couldn’t care less. “As none of the Adjuncts saw fit to stop me, I can assume it wasn’t red, then?”

She shakes her head. “Blue. Mando armor was blue and white, if that helps?”

He’ll have to reach out to the Temple’s current expert in Mandalorian culture and affairs. He doesn’t even know who that might be. “We’ll look into them as well, madame.”

They discuss it a while longer, and Mace has to deflect some very pointed questions to the effect of ‘why did the Republic not interfere with our abuses before?’ Those answers are even longer and more convoluted than explaining kyber, and just blaming the Senate for refusing to fund a supplemental military and judicial force to pursue anti-slavery initiatives and aid the Jedi’s ongoing, existing projects in Hutt Space is… generally unwise.

He takes his leave, and finds the security holos.

“Oh, so it was Skywalker.”

“That means nothing to me,” Mace says. Plo is probably smiling behind that mask of his, and he certainly gives off such a feeling in the Force. That little shadow of his, the eleven-year-old human padawan known as Tholme, remains solemn. He stares up at Mace with wide, dark eyes, and says nothing.

(They’d all known Plo would be the first of them to acquire a student. It was inevitable.)

(Qui-Gon’s gotten himself a half-trained padawan, though, from a recently dead master, and so he’ll probably be the first to knight one.)

(Petty bastard.)

“Mm, we’ve been following up on sightings for a while,” Plo says. “Actually, Tholme’s been helping with this one. Tell Knight Windu what it is we’ve found so far, Padawan. Reports practice.”

Tholme looks up at his teacher, and then straightens his back and focuses on Mace. There’s a little furrow of focus in his brow, and Mace smothers the urge to laugh at the child’s serious mien.

“Outer Rim Force user with no known affiliation, seemingly Jedi-trained based on skillset,” Tholme says. “Accent indicates Hutt Space, but is non-specific, possibly due to frequent travel or schooling in other regions. The Mandalorians with him referred to him as ‘General Skywalker’ in at least one scavenged holo and several eyewitnesses, indicating a previous military record, though we cannot corroborate this, and cannot find said record in any existing databanks that contain information on recent conflicts. We have not gotten a name for either of the commandos, or a first name for the Force user.”

Mace is pretty sure that was memorized, word for word. Adorable.

“How do you know he doesn’t have just one name?” Mace prods. “Like you?”

“Skywalker is a slave name from Tatooine, which is where we trace some of his earliest activities,” Tholme says. “It’s a family name, not personal.”

Mace nods. “I appreciate your dedication to detail, Padawan Tholme.”

The child brightens, and Plo passes him a cookie.

Tholme, despite his attempts to maintain a grave demeanor whenever possible, is like most children. He accepts the reward with glee.

“So he’s a vigilante?” Mace asks. “No actual jurisdiction, but since he’s operating outside of the Republic, we’re free to ignore him?”

Plo tilts his head, and then turns to Tholme.

Tholme blinks at Mace. “No, Skywalker’s a pirate.”

Ah.

As it turns out, Skywalker has two fields of focus. Mace would almost go so far as to call them hobbies. One of them is freeing slaves, as he did on Kessel. He’s generally very careful with these, using his little strike team of three to destroy records, kill or arrest the royal family or Hutt or whoever is actually in charge, and set up the absolute barest government before phoning in the Service Corps.

He has not, Tholme explains, failed to call them to come in and sweep the mess clean yet. The Senate finds this suspicious, and keeps asking if the Jedi are secretly bankrolling this maniac. They are not.

The Senate, supposedly, does not hate Skywalker’s work. Ending slavery, they agree, is generally a good thing. Only, he’s causing some massive and unexpected price hikes for these luxury goods…

Tholme rolls his eyes, and Mace has to nod solemnly in agreement to avoid laughing at the boy’s irritation at adults in politics.

The other hobby is the attack, ransacking, and mockery of Trade Federation vessels.

It’s very targeted, Tholme explains. He never attacks solo ships, or even the intrasystem transport companies. It’s always either the Trade Federation, or the crime syndicates.

“He says the Federation are basically a crime syndicate anyway,” Tholme intimates. “The Senate got really mad about that one.”

“I see.”

Mace isn’t sure if he agrees, but at least he knows what he’s dealing with now.

The good news, Plo tells him with a smack to the shoulder, is that Skywalker almost always leaves the Federation employees alive.

“Like little fish,” he says, and it’s a direct quote. “So they can come back big and strong with a better meal.”

Mace has a terrible feeling about this.

Mace is assigned to find and ‘capture’ Skywalker, at the Senate’s request.

The Council tells him to just establish a line of communication and call it a day.

This is going to be awful, and he knows it.

“I can come with you, if you’d like,” Qui-Gon offers. “Feemor hasn’t been to the Outer Rim yet.”

“I have, Master.”

“Yes, but have you been to Mon Cala and Christophsis and Eriadu, or have you been to the Outer Rim?”

Mace rolls his eyes. Feemor just sighs. “No, I have not been to the stereotype of the Outer Rim, Master Jinn.”

Qui-Gon ruffles the teenager’s hair with the grin of a bastard. “See? We shall accompany Knight Windu on his adventure.”

“That’s really not necessary,” Mace says, but he knows it’s already a lost cause.

“We’ll be packed by the fifth bell. Come along, padawan!”

“Yes, Master Jinn.”

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#windwalker #Anakin Skywalker #Mace Windu #anakinrarepairweek2k22 #Plo Koon #Qui Gon Jinn #Fives #Echo #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #Tholme #Feemor #star wars #the clone wars #time travel #pirate au #kinda #sw legends #Phoenix Files

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sinfulskywalker · 3 years ago

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Hello again! Have any headcannons of Luke escaping Daddy Vader by successfully faking his death and Vader is grieving for his little angel? Luke is finally freed from Vader's clutches, but only for a few months since daddy dearest eventually finds out his baby boy is still alive.

Luke remains anonymous on the small planet he landed on. He knows the Empire probably isn't looking for him, but he cannot be too obvious. Faking his death wasn't easy. He has to do things he didn't like: such as cloning himself and killing the scientist that he forced to help him. It was easy to ensure the clone wasn't alive to begin with. Luke didn't need it alive he just needed a body that matched his DNA and a window to throw "his own body" out of and to have it land on the ground.

Mission accomplished.

Vader meanwhile is torn. News spread like wild fire that his son had put up a fight and was flung from a window and had no chance of survival from the height he fell at. A memorial was given for the young prince and was publicly broadcasted across the holonet. Months later, Vader still craves revenge, his little boy wasn't even twenty years of age and was taken from him so soon. He sends out spies to get a lead on whoever was with Luke at the moment he died.

Luke lives in alone on an island in a small stone hut where he keeps to himself. He's taught himself to fish, hunt and has gone lengths to cut himself from the force to not have his father sense he's still alive. Vader used to call out to him for a desperate answer, but Luke always ignored it. It was so painful to hear Vader's plea. When the force went quiet he thought he was safe.

Until he was spotted.

Vader is livid. What should have been joy that his son wasn't dead, but alive, was replaced by anguish and confusion. Luke wasn't dead but there was no killer. The DNA found on Luke matched no one but Luke himself. And the cameras clearly showed he was thrown out of a window rather jumped. When a spy brings back information that a young Jedi was spotted living in Ahch-to.

Of course it's Vader who announces he will be retrieving Luke. Alone.

Luke's heart thumps as he watched his father's shadowy siluette hover above him. His red saber glowing in the dark of the night along with his yellowed sith eyes.

"You." He pointed his blade at the trembling boy. "Have a lot of explains to do."

#star wars #luke skywalker #darth vader #dad vader #anon #anon asks

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sulevinen · 2 years ago

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190th battallion

190th Siege Battallion was a battallion working under Jedi General Cyd Merell and their padawan Commander Kino Valorina. 190th usually freed Separatist controlled planets and engaged in battles besieging enemy strongholds, sometimes offering assist on relief and stealth missions to other battallions.

The battallions official color was greenblue, the Crimson Squad led by Kino wore red symbols to separate them from the rest of the battallion.

Jedi General Cyd Merell (they/them)

”Attachments are forbidden for a reason. The only attachment, only duty you should have is the Force. The Force is the only thing that is eternal.”

A togruta Jedi born 65BBY, they were Saesee Tiin’s padawan and now they’re Kino’s master.

Empathetic, patient, playful, rational, selfless.

Cyd is a stoic and confident leader and has great trust and care for their men. They plan every battle with their Captain to avoid as many casualties as possible. Their careful and strategic approach to warfare has earned them the reputation of a trustworthy general and their battallion is considered lucky, which is why they’re given the most dangerous missions.

They are a skilled fighter and use their double-bladed saber with grace and flawless technique. They’re an excellent pilot as well and is in the lead of their own Skylark Squadron.

Cyd tries their best to keep up good relationships between the command and the troopers, and gives the clones privacy to live their own lives. They’re worried of how the war will end and try their best to keep all their men in good health and bring them back home safe.

They know of Lucid’s Force sensitivity, but pretend to be clueless because they are unsure about how the Jedi and the GAR would treat Lucid if her secret was found. They trust Kino to teach Lucid well and tries to discreetly give her the knowledge she needs to do so.

Cyd is in good terms with their old master Tiin, and is friends with Mace Windu and Shaak Ti. Cyd doesn’t care much for many friends, few close ones are enough.

Padawan Commander Kino Valorina (she/her)

”Just trying to keep up with the storm, Master.”

A half-vahla, half-unknown species, Kino was born approximately around 37-36BBY. She was chosen as master Merell’s padawan one year in to the war after almost being deemed unfit for padawan training.

Passionate, impulsive, empathetic, cynical, smart.

Because of her Padawan status she was promoted to Commander of the 190th. She wields double lightsabers with uncertain colors, flickering between blue and red. She’s concerned it shows too much of her alignment with the Force.

All her life Kino has struggled to stay on the Jedi path. Born with Vahla blood, Kino shares a natural connection to the dark side of the Force and has a unique ability to control shadows and become one with them. This separated her from the rest of the Jedi and alienated her, which is why she’s constantly under stress to reach the criteria of a good Jedi.

She met Captain Ceres in their first briefing together, and they bonded instantly. Kino was surprised of Ceres’s kindness and care, after a lifetime of being alone and avoided. Over time Kino got attached to the captain, viewing him as a father figure.

Kino figured out Lucid’s Force sensitivity by accident: she stayed up late one night and noticed a sudden change in the Force. Lucid was dreaming, and Kino stayed by her side until she woke up: and the two began to train her ability in secret.

She tries to keep up good relationships with her squad, and takes time to get to know them all. She became good friends with Lucid and Pearl. Outside of her squad she doesn’t have other friends because she is very reluctant to let anyone in.

Collision Company

Led by Captain Ceres, Collision Company was built from four platoons, one of them being Lieutenant Pearl’s Skylight Platoon, made of four squads, including Sargeant Surge’s Rancor Squad and Kino’s Crimson Squad.

The other three platoons were called Tribute, Deadsilent and Tempest.

The other two squads were called Daybreak and Hallow.

CT-2777, Captain ”Ceres” (he/him)

”Wherever you go, I follow. That’s how it was meant to be, and that’s how it always will be.”

A human clone born 32BBY on Kamino, Ceres’s skills were noticed early in his cadet years, and he was transferred to a CC-batch. He made friends easily, but his CT-number made him feel insecure. His new batchmates still made sure to include him and reassured him that he belonged.

Analytical, creative, witty, nurturing, protective.

Ceres was promoted to new positions battle after battle until he made it to Captain. His skills were immaculate and were easily compared to captain Rex or even commander Cody.

He’s very close with Kino, she’s like a daughter to him and he tries to shield her from the worst of the war. Kino relies on Ceres a lot, and he tries his best to guide her lead the battallion with general Merell. Ceres steps in when Kino starts getting overwhelmed by her emotions, and offers her comfort and advice after battles.

He grew close to his lieutenant and the ARC-trio over time, and joins them in the messhall after battles. Quite good at sabacc, not Pearl’s level yet, but he swears he will be.

He’s good friends with Rex, often sharing battle stories and support during leaves and in the casual meetings in the messhall. He’s still friends with his CC-batchmates, and with a few members of Pearl’s sabacc team.

He’s in a secret relationship with a Jedi healer, and of course Thrice the Gossip knows about it. He loves her dearly and plans on marrying her after the war.

CT-8774 Lieutenant ”Pearl” (she/her)

”Wretch, could you not be a pain in my ass for just ONE. SECOND.”

A human clone born 31BBY on Kamino, Pearl was the easily offended, quickly heated kid. Her fiery and quick-fused personality didn’t give her much friends, but got her promotions pretty quickly.

Resourceful, stoic, proud, private, observant.

She was promoted to lead the Skylight platoon after a costly battle, when she took the lead over the surviving battallion while general Merell was incapacitated and Ceres unconscious. She’s an excellent pilot and a good shot, trusting her old DC-15A blaster rifle to get her out of trouble.

She loves sabacc and is great at gambling. She usually spends her main pot to drinking, or splits it even with Surge.

She’s friends with Surge, and eventually Ceres, and plays sabacc with Bones. She’s a bit cold towards Ardor but tries to not let her feelings show. She also taught Kino sabacc and thinks she’s a great commander.

Pearl loves women and has had multiple, altough short term, relationships over the course of the war.

CT-5533 Sargeant ”Surge” (he/they)

”Hey assholes!”

A human clone born 31BBY on Kamino, Surge was a part of a squad full of competitive and ambitious young clones. He tried to exceed in everything and his need to be the best would often cost him friendships and give him a black eye.

Diplomatic, adaptable, proper, ambitious, bold.

Surge was an excellent trooper and was promoted early into the war, still competing with their old batchmates. They were kept an eye on by Pearl for the longest time until she trusted them not to do anything too stupid.

He loves attending fancy galas and events, hates that they have to share a space with senators.

They’re an inker and a barber, and they earn some extra money by sharing their services with natborns and brothers. That money goes to nights at 79′s and sabacc games with Pearl.

He’s in good terms with Pearl, and tries not to favor Ardor, whom he sees himself in. He tries to offer comfort and support to anyone who needs it, and attempts to keep good relationships with his CO’s.

Surge isn’t a fan of relationships, they put their family first.

Crimson Squad

Led by Kino, the Crimson Squad was a squad of nine troopers, participating in scouting and sabotage during missions.

The squad was originally almost a platoon of troopers and Kino, who were separated from the rest of the battallion when an underground mine exploded and the ground collapsed. They had to make it through the hostile enemy area without being detected, and with the help of a few ARFs and explosives, the platoon (or what was left of it) was successful and turned the battle to the Republic’s favor.

Kino was concerned about having her own squad, she didn’t feel like she was skilled or responsible enough to lead them by herself since the original platoon was wiped out. With reassurances from both her master and captain, as well as her squadmembers, she grew confident and certain about her role.

ARC-6221 ”Ardor” (he/him)

”Eh, it’s alright. I mean, I was meant to die at some point anyways, might as well do it a few decades early.”

A human clone born 31BBY on Kamino, Ardor was the oldest of the batch. He was the leader and the protector of his younger siblings and would often take the hit from the trainers for them. He grew up to be spontaneous and hot-headed, which often doesn’t help him.

Hot-headed, oblivious, indecisive, honest, competitive.

Ardor was originally a CT but got to ARC-training after a victorious battle won with the help of his other two batchmates. After establishment of the Crimson Squad he decided to participate in scout training, but like the other two, kept his ARC-initials. He carries a DC-15A blaster carbine and a rifle with the same initial, and he likes to trade between the two models.

He has many hobbies he’s passionate of, mostly podracing and other competitive sports. He knows all the famous podracers and is still waiting on Anakin Skywalker’s autograph, being a big fan of him.

He’s close with all his squadmembers, including Kino, and is good friends with his general as well. His relationship with Pearl is a bit cold and he’s pretty sure Surge has something against him, but otherwise is in friendly terms with his CO’s. Him and Lucid often treat Target as the baby of the squad.

ARC-6223 ”Lucid” (she/her)

”I had.. a dream. Not a good one. And I’m… so sorry.”

A human clone born 31BBY on Kamino, Lucid was shy and different as a cadet. She walked in her sleep, had vivid nightmares and lucid dreams about the future due to her Force sensitivity. She would occasionally have visions while awake, much to her own distress.

Sweet, loyal, caring, humble, shy.

Like her brothers, she was originally a CT-trooper, but her heroic actions during battle got her to ARC-training and later she followed in her brothers footsteps to receive scout training. She prompted Target to do so as well to keep the batch together. She carries two pistols usually set to stun, even in battles.

She keeps a dream journal by Rife’s request and studies the Force and dreams with her.

Good friends with Bones and Rife. She also receives training from Kino to control her Force sensitivity and to conceal it from the Jedi. It’s a secret between her and the squad alone, and Kino hides it from her master. Due to their secret Lucid can’t befriend her captain or other CO’s, because she feels ashamed and guilty for lying.

ARC-6226 ”Target” (he/him)

”We’re just a bunch of nerds, us three.”

A human clone born 31BBY on Kamino, Target is the youngest of the batch. He was often left behind and was kept out of things, but otherwise his relationship with his siblings went smoothly.

He got his name because he was always used as the target during training simulations on Kamino.

Gentle, quiet, kind, curious, clever.

He was originally a CT-trooper, but upon earning his jaig-eyes, he was appointed to ARC-training with his other two siblings. He completed scout training as well, but decided to specialize in sniping to be different from his siblings. His weapon of choice is a modified Walken-38x.

A total nerd, he loves everything about weaponry and knows all the random details of any blaster. He could talk for hours about different tripods, ranges, techniques and manifacturers. He often bores Ardor to death (which he is very vocal about), but Target is just happy he got him to shut up about podracing.

Good friends with Wretch and Thrice. Personal one-sided vendetta with Twinkle (he’s not good with going to the medbay when needed). He’s close to his batchmates, but sometimes clashes with them when they try to over-protect him.

ARF-8911 ”Wretch” (he/him)

”Oh sweet bacta have mercy.”

A human clone born 30BBY on Kamino, Wretch lost his original batch to the ocean before they even reached puberty. Wretch was assigned to Foul’s batch where the pair instantly became friends due to them both being outcasts within the squad.

He got his name from his new batchmates who would call him ”wretched baby” because of his naive personality and for losing his original batch.

Funny, sympathetic, clumsy, enthusiastic, optimistic.

Wretch was trained to be a scout trooper, but he fancies explosives and likes spreading viruses to computer systems. Generally loves explosions and causing mayhem and chaos. He carries a DC-15A blaster rifle and a backpack full of explosives.

Accident prone and clumsy, very misfortunate and often gets into trouble unintentionally. Can’t keep secrets and slips things out constantly. Has a bad sabacc face and will most likely ruin a surprise party.

Due to his constant trips to the medbay, he knows every medic there, so he’s good friends with Twinkle and has come to know Kix pretty well too. He’s inseparable with Foul, and also likes to talk about viruses and hacking with Bones. Him, Target and Thrice get together weekly to talk about weapons.

Wretch loves making friends but doesn’t know how to keep them. He has more casual acquaintances than deep relationships outside the GAR.

ARF-7449 ”Foul” (he/him)

”Shut up Wretch.”

A human clone born 30BBY on Kamino, Foul was an outcast in his original batch, mostly due to his distant and disinterested manners. Foul is autistic which means he has hard time communicating and views the world in his own way.

He got his name from his batchmates who would bully him, but Wretch helped him embrace it.

Meticulous, honest, sensitive, aloof, imaginative.

Original scout trooper, who has basic piloting and shooting skills. Under pressure his skills increase and he works on instincts and a shit amount of luck. Equipped with a DC-15A blaster rifle.

Foul’s special interest is clouds. When he looks up, he gets lost in the shapes and colors, and he hates clear skies. He’s very passionate about cumulus clouds, the bigger they are the more excited he gets, because they might carry rain and thunder. He loves fog and mist, it makes him feel like he’s walking inside a cloud.

Reluctant friends with Thrice, doesn’t like it but goes along anyway, best friends with Wretch even though he’d never say it out loud, and admires the hell out of Ceres.

Finding other friendships outside his squad is too exhausting for him, but he’d like to have someone special to talk to. He sometimes thinks about how it would be like after the war and that scares him.

CT-4373 ”Twinkle” (he/him)

”Oh my God. Oh my God. OH MY GOD!”

A human clone born 31BBY on Kamino, Twinkle wasn’t sure about his life before being assigned to 190th. He received basic training, and now he’s the fussy and concerned medic of the squad, mostly taking care of Wretch.

He got his name because of his passion for music and performances, his batchmate would say he got ”a twinkle in his eye” whenever he listened or talked about music.

Compassionate, persistent, forgetful, dramatic, intelligent.

He was trained under another medic who saw his skills in medicine and passion for helping people. His endless compassion helps him aid the wounded in and out of battle, and his shooting isn’t too bad either. He has a DC-15A blaster carbine.

Twinkle has perfect pitch and a talent for playing instruments. He doesn’t dare to sing in public, but will perform an entire opera when he’s alone. He shared this passion with a batchmate of his, but she was decommissioned.

Basically best friends with Wretch by now, also likes spending time with Target even though most of the time Target just tries to escape the medbay.

CT-3333 ”Thrice” (he/she/they)

”If I didn’t know better I’d say that’s Ceres making out with a Jedi!”

A human clone born 31BBY on Kamino, Thrice was appointed to target training which she exceeded expectations in. He was close with Shaak Ti, because he often required more assistance than most.

They got their name for winning target practice thrice in a row, and indirectly because of their number.

Mischievous, energetic, loud, sassy, confident.

A heavy gunner, knows her stuff and is knowledgeable in geography. Can’t fly for the life of him. Equipped with a Z-6 rotary blaster cannon they have named “the Excruciator.”

Unlike Wretch, Thrice will spill secrets intentionally. She’s the worst gossip of the squad, maybe even the whole company. He’s always the first one to know all the gossip and will often ”coincidentally” be there where the drama happens. They were the first one to know about Ceres’s relationship and teased him about it endlessly, but knows better than to actually spread his secret.

Thrice likes to listen to Foul talk about clouds, which others think is unusual of her: Foul thinks she’s being sarcastic but let’s her listen anyway. Thrice will bring the newest weapons catalogue to his meetings with Target and Wretch. They like talking to Bones because she’s the only one who’ll listen to their gossip willingly.

She’s unsure about her sexuality and likes to explore her options at 79’s. He has had on/off relationships before but isn’t interested in dating seriously.

ARF-3534 ”Rife” (she/her)

”For so long I thought there was no ”after”, that there would only be the end. And now you’re telling me there is no end, so no, I am not okay.”

A human clone born 31BBY on Kamino, Rife was assigned to scout training as a cadet. Rife never cared much about training, just enough to pass the exams, and she put her real intelligence into studying Jedi lore.

Melancholic, thoughtful, gentle, forgiving, generous.

She’s a scout trooper and a skilled pilot, has great sense of direction and high stamina. She carries a DC-17 hand blaster for protection, even though she never hits her targets.

She is interested in psychology, mythology, hidden meaning of dreams and the Jedi secrets. She can be found sitting in the messhall reading datapad after datapad of Jedi lore or asking questions from General Merell. She also prompted Lucid to keep a dream journal to learn more about the nature of her dreams.

She’s friends with Lucid, and that’s all she needs. She finds talking with other people boring and the attempts to be interested in them tiring. She prefers spending time alone, because she feels like the books have more to offer than actual friends.

She’s biromantic asexual but hasn’t had any relationships yet. They used to have a crush on Shaak Ti as a cadet.

CT-7133 ”Bones” (she/her)

”I’m the cool one.”

A human clone born 30BBY on Kamino, Bones was top of her classes in computer science and picked up hacking in her teens.

Self-centered, witty, sarcastic, laid-back, messy.

Computer expert, IT-nerd and a skilled hacker. Has a knack for repairing ships and fixing droids, and building new ones from scrap. She had training in both Comms Technology and engineering, and is somewhat of a genius. She carries two DC-15 pistols and a DC-15A blaster rifle she has named Mr. Bones.

She’s the one who always teases others, very chill and easy-going, often smirking and has a resting smug face. Not as shallow and vain as people think she is, but rather really self-assured and confident in her abilities. She sees herself as the mature one of the squad despite being the youngest, and wishes to move where the ”centre of technology” is to pursue IT after the war.

She thinks Rife is a bit of a buzzkill and Lucid is a weirdo, but loves them despite it, and knows that she isn’t perfect either. She plays in sabacc-tournaments with Pearl and seeks out Thrice for gossips. She likes teaching Wretch hacking.

Aromantic asexual and honestly, isn’t too fond of the whole romance/sex thing. She usually steers clear from conversations involving romance.

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Fly Away

Episode 6: Riposte

Ao3 - First - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

(Féline Sombre & Paon Lilas designs)

Summery: An AU where Adrien never went to in-person school, not getting the cat miraculous, and found the peacock miraculous. - Marinette and Sabrina try out for D’Argencourt’s fencing academy, and a mysterious person challenges Adrien for a spot in the academy.

“You've been reviewing the fencing rules all weekend, it's going to be great!” Tiki exclaimed cheerfully. Marinette smiled and nodded.

“Oh! Marinette!” Sabrina waved cheerily, holding her fencing helmet under her arm. Tiki squeaked and hid in a fencing helmet as the other teen ran up to Marinette.

“Hi? Sabrina?” Marinette said slowly, looking around the room, “...Is Chloé here?”

They nodded, “Yep! She’s going to be watching!”

Marinette grimaced. Great, now she had to worry about Chloé judging her too. She shook her head, “I… didn’t know you were interested in fencing?”

“I thought it’d go well with my self defense training. It should be fun too! For lots of reasons! Chloé and I roleplay as superheroes sometimes... Well, actually, Chloé’s always Ladybug-” Marinette made a face, but Sabrina didn’t comment on it, “and I used to play the villains. But now that Paon Lilas showed up, I finally have a superhero to play as! …. Anyway, while I researched the sport, I noticed much of his combat style is informed by fencing-” she shifted into a fencing stance, making a few combat poses (which did in fact, remind Marinette of Paon Lilas), “You can tell by the way he moves.”

“You roleplay as… Paon Lilas? Why?” Marinette frowned, crossing her arms, “What about Féline Sombre? They’re cool.”

Sabrina straightened their posture, smiling almost nervously, “...You think Féline Sombre’s cool?” she shook her head, “I, uh, do too... but... I uh- I... Paon Lilas matches my color scheme! Blue and purple!”

Marinette sighed, “Of course… Well, good luck Sabrina-” She grabbed a fencing helmet, and dropped it on her head. Marinette yelped, stumbling back, noticing something inside the helmet. Tiki stared at her from inside with wide eyes. After the initial shock, the kwami had to cover her mouth to contain her giggle.

“...You okay Marinette?” Sabrina asked.

She gave Tiki a glance and took the helmet back off to allow Tiki to subtly hide in a better spot. “Yep. Yep, don’t mind me, just- thought a loose hair was a spider for a second…” she pointedly brushed some of her hair away from her face and grinned awkwardly. She ran from the room to get in place with the rest of the prospective students.

“I am the fencing master, Mr. D'Argencourt. Instead of the estimated one open spot, we have two, due to an… unexpected drop out…. The coward,” Mr. D’Argencourt said, flourishing his saber, “So, in order to select the best possible candidates, I will observe the beginners performing a number of attacks on the experienced students,” he gestured to the group of the current students, “Get into position!”

Marinette squeaked as one of the students walked towards her, “Actually, maybe I’m not cut out for this…”

“If you’re worried about why Landon dropped out, it’s because of the akuma attacks, not because of the classes. He and his mom are moving out of Paris,” the fencer explained.

“Oh thank goodness- Oh well, I mean, not for Landon because that must be hard- I- It’s just- I mean, the akumas certainly aren’t great- ” Marinette sputtered. She sighed, and offered her hand, “I’m Marinette.”

The fencer raised his helmet. Adrien smiled, “I know. It’s nice to see you here.”

“Wh-” Marinette’s brows furrowed, “Wait, weren’t you sick? Why are you doing sports?”

He blushed a little and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’ve been feeling better since last week. And, uh, skipping class… wasn’t an option. Don’t worry, I talked to Mr. D’Argencourt beforehand. If I ever raise both of my hands in surrender, it’s because I got dizzy or something, and we’ll stop. He’ll get you rotated with a different partner.”

Marinette nodded firmly, “As long as you’re being safe.”

“Get into position!” D’Argencourt commanded.

Adrien smiled at her and dropped his helmet back over his face. With a quick instruction on her form, Adrien stepped back into his side of the strip, waiting for Marinette to get a hang of what she was doing. They fenced for a while as Adrien explained how saber fencing worked. Eventually, he regretfully had to request a time out.

Marinette pushed her helmet up, “You feeling okay?”

He nodded, pushing his own up, taking in a deep breath of the unrestricted air, “Just winded, I’m gonna get some water and I’ll be good to go for another bout.”

When Adrien returned, the class was bunched together. He easily spotted Chloé in the crowd (being the only person not in fencing gear) and walked next to her. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, Adrikins!” Chloé hugged him, and really, he’d rather not have had the air squeezed out of him at the moment, but resigned himself to it anyway. “This kid in red showed up and says they’re the best fencer everywhere they’ve been- but don’t worry, they’re obviously not as good as you.”

He raised a brow but said nothing.

“All right!” D’Argencourt exclaimed to the newcomer, “I may consider your admission, shall you defeat one of my students.”

The fencer in red strode forward, “Which one of you is the best combatant?” the fencer demanded. The crowd parted, and Adrien found himself alone in the center. He glanced towards Marinette, who gave him an awkward thumbs up.

D’Argencourt gestured to the primary fencing strip, “Adrien, please give our visitor a lesson in chivalry.”

He halfway suspected D’Argencourt had entirely forgotten he wasn’t at his best, but, if everyone thought he was the best here, who was he to disappoint? He nodded, “Yes sir.”

Chloé could care less about fencing. It’s all sweaty and involves clashing and clanging metal together. But, it's her Adrien's sport, and Sabrina seemed to think it was fun too. Least she could do was watch in support. With Marinette’s incessant questions and the answers other students were giving, Chloé could somewhat follow the bout. Really, who did this random red rouge think they were? Trying to take her Adrikin’s place as the best fencer in the Academy?

“Uhhh… Abstention!” D’Argencourt called. The fencers returned to their starting line.

Adrien pulled his helmet up to breathe, and looked up at the fencer in red, brows furrowed in determination. He dropped the helmet back over his face.

“Tired yet?” The fencer taunted.

“Just getting started,” Adrien called back, straightening his stance.

“... Shall I request we do this the old fashioned way then?” they turned to D’Argencourt, “We'll be much more at ease without the machine.”

D’Argencourt considered it, “Adrien?”

He smiled behind his helmet, “Fine with me.”

Chloé focused on each move and clash and blow. Freed of their attachments, the fencers moved with agility and panache. Jumping, spinning, clashing. Some boring person muttered “Aren’t they supposed to stay on the strip?” The fencers raced up the stairwell and Chloé made her way to the front to watch them closely. Chloé didn’t pay much attention to the fact that Marinette was the only other person who had kept up with the fight. Nor did she pay attention to the fact that Sabrina had been clearing her path among the crowd before.

The fencer would lunge, Adrien would parry. Adrien feinted a step and pulled back, drawing them in, and the fencer would leap out of the way of his counterattack. Blades clashed and clamored. Adrien knocked the fencer through the doors of the Library. Marinette stood in front of the opened doors as the pair fought, watching intently.

“Out of my way,” Chloé huffed, shoving Marinette to take her spot in watching the pair fight. She yelped as a book cart was sent her way and she narrowly jumped out of the way, “Hey!”

Neither fencers paid any attention. (Which, ouch, really? Is she not important enough here?)

“Let’s finish this!” the red-clad fencer announced, and they both lunged. Chloé blinked and both sabers were being pulled away from the other fencer’s chest.

The fencers turned to look at Chloé. “Who got the first hit?!” The figure in red demanded, “Who?”

Adrien pulled off his helmet and rubbed the spot he’d been hit, grimacing slightly.

“Er…” Chloé frowned and the group finally caught up to them, whispering curiosities. “Adrien?”

“Wait, you’re not even one of my students….” D’Argencourt noted, “Are you sure?”

Chloé huffed, tilting her head up, "Of course! And I'm sure my father, the Mayor, would love to explain to you why I’m right~” she side stepped closer and lowered her voice, “You already lost the election to him, do you really wanna lose your job as well?"

Adrien frowned. “Actually, I think they touched me first,” Adrien said, turning to D’Argencourt.

“Er- Referee has the last word!” D’Argencourt exclaimed, “This victory is… certainly an honor to the D’Argencourt Academy!” He chuckled nervously as Chloé grinned.

Adrien frowned and watched as the fencer walked away and thrust their saber into the ground. “I’m going to offer them a decisive match,” he said, and raced after them.

“Hey! Adriekins, why are you following them? You won!” Chloé sighed and followed him, rolling her eyes.

Adrien pulled the fencer’s sword from the ground and ran towards the fencer’s car. “Wait! Your saber!”

Chloé raced down the entrance, “Come on Adrikins, you won, what’s this...” she halted as she looked up. The red clad fencer removed their helmet and…well she was unfairly pretty. Dark hair and dark eyes and a dusting of freckles like stardust on her cheeks... “About…”

Adrien continued forward anyway, “Let’s do a, er, decisive match?” Adrien offered, smiling.

“Like she said-” The fencer said, gesturing to Chloé, “You won. There’s no such thing as second chances in my family. Goodbye.” She turned and got into the car.

“Hey! What’s your…” The car door slammed and the car drove off. “...name.” He frowned and glanced down at the red saber.

Chloé shook him. “Who was that? I must know immediately.”

He sighed, watching the car retreat into the distance. “Well… I saw her ring, it reminded me of something... Give me a second-” He grabbed his phone and looked up the imagery of the ring.

“Oh curse the passage of time,” D’Argencourt grumbled, “We will finish the last rounds of candidate selection next Thursday. Er, you four-” He pointed at Marinette, Sabrina, and two other students, “You’re in for the last rounds. Everyone else, farewell, no need to return,” he waved the group of prospective students away and the group dispersed.

Sabrina was suddenly next to Marinette. Marinette yelped as she noticed the other teen so close. “You’re in the last bracket! That’s awesome!”

Marinette raised a brow, “Uh… Thank you. Congrats to you too.”

They smiled, “Yeah! I’m super excited!” she bounced in place, “I can’t wait to master the blade.”

Somewhere outside, Chloé screamed.

Sabrina gasped, “Chloé! I’ve gotta check on her!” Sabrina ran off, brow furrowed in determination.

Marinette frowned and ran off in another direction, finding somewhere to transform. Chloé’s screams usually meant akumas.

“Adrien!” Chloé cried out as the akumatized villain pointed their sword at him. Adrien was on the ground, holding the red handled saber against Riposete’s sword.

“I’m taking you up on your offer for a decisive match!” Riposte exclaimed.

Adrien strained against the sword. He gave up and rolled out from under her. “I can’t fight you like this!”

“Fight!” she demanded with another slash. Féline Sombre tumbled in and knocked the sword away with her staff.

“Hey now, play nice,” Féline said, shifting to get in front of Adrien.

“I’m not playing,” Riposte said, “I will show you all just who the greater swordsman is!”

Adrien groaned and scrambled to a stand, moving through a blur of dots in his vision, only to run into someone. Strong hands balanced him. “Careful,” Ladybug said.

“She’s after my Adrikins!” Chloé explained to Ladybug, hiding behind a pillar, “You need to protect him!”

“I can protect my-” his body decided this was a perfect time to betray him. He stumbled and coughed. ...Probably too much exertion today.

Riposte knocked Féline Sombre back, and rushed towards Adrien and Ladybug. Ladybug wrapped her yoyo around Riposete’s sword and yanked. Riposete’s arm was pulled away from Adrien, but the yoyo slipped off.

“It’s fused to her hand?” Ladybug exclaimed.

Féline Sombre got back up and vaulted towards Adrien and Ladybug.

“I guess you can’t dis-arm her!" Féline Sombre chuckled awkwardly.

"Puns? Seriously?" Ladybug shook her head, “Féline, get Adrien somewhere safe, I'll keep her occupied.”

"Can do Bug, come on Adrien," Féline grabbed him around the waist and he yelped as they extended their staff into the air and the ground twirled away from him without his input.

Riposte growled under her breath and sliced a pillar and kicked it towards Ladybug. She stumbled back and lassoed the pillar before it could fall into her. Riposte was already bounding off after Féline Sombre. Ladybug sighed and hooked her yoyo on a nearby chimney to follow after.

"I really need somebody who's better at distraction than I am."

Féline Sombre landed on a bridge, gently dropping Adrien. She looked around, "Okay, okay, we're probably far enough to pause and make a plan of action. If she's looking to fight you then hiding might be your best bet, but that could become dangerous if she finds you and you're somewhere you can't escape-"

"No, hiding is great!" Adrien grinned awkwardly, already stepping away. He glanced around for places to transform. "I can do that! I'll just-"

Riposte landed just a few feet away from them before Adrien could run away. "Stand and fight, you coward!"

"I’m not going to fight you like this!” Adrien protested, “You're not yourself! What's the honor in this?"

Riposte lunged forward and he ducked, rolling out of the way. Féline Sombre twirled on their staff and kicked Riposte away.

Riposte growled and slashed the lampposts. Féline Sombre’s eyes widened as the old metal lamps crashed and caged her against the edge of the bridge. They strained against the metal, “Adrien look out!”

Riposte immediately turned to him. She advanced quickly and he scrambled back, automatically shifting into a fencing form, red handled blade in hand. Riposte slashed at his feet, forcing him to leap up onto the edge of the bridge.

Féline Sombre called for their cataclysm. Riposte prepared to strike at him. Féline wouldn’t be able to interfere fast enough. He knew it.

“If you really are Paon Lilas, transform, Adrien,” Hawkmoth muttered under his breath, brows furrowed in concern. Because if he didn’t, what did that mean? His son was in danger and he put him there. Does he have to hope for yet another failure? Is it a failure if his son is safe? He practically growled under his breath, pushing such things out of his mind. “Come on. What are you waiting for?”

Adrien closed his eyes. He jumped. Riposte’s sword crashed on brick. Wind whipped around him. He held his breath and splashed into the water below.

It was cold. His lungs were already protesting. He opened his eyes and spotted a red figure dive in after him. Ladybug’s arm wrapped around him, securing him as she pulled him up and secured her yoyo to land. He hacked on coughs as soon as they breached the water.

Ladybug dropped him on the ground and he groaned.

"You're kinda reckless, aren't you?" Ladybug noted with some sort of half smile on her face.

His lungs hated him. He wheezed with a cough, "I trusted Féline Sombre not to leave me."

Ladybug frowned at him briefly. She glanced towards the bridge as Riposte looked down at the waters below. Féline Sombre gave Ladybug the quickest of a wave, and she ran out of sight, presumably to detransform.

"Come on," Ladybug said. She picked him up (really these superheroes have got to stop doing that, it's making his vision blur) and bounded away.

"What about Féline Sombre?" Adrien exclaimed, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on Ladybug’s shoulders to keep the dizziness from overwhelming him.

"They'll be back, we need you somewhere safe before Riposte figures out you're not in the water." Ladybug landed and gently put him on the ground. He looked around, finding she had brought them to a park.

He coughed more, shaking from the wind-whipped, damp, cold settling in his bones. Ladybug frowned at him again strangely.

"How are you doing? ...You seem ill."

He forced a smile, "Just the after effects of my little dive I think. I'll be fine."

Her expression changed strangely yet again and she nodded, “Okay…” she looked around and nodded to herself, “here,” she grabbed Adrien’s hand and tugged him towards a statue, “Hide behind here. I’ll uh, come get you when we deakumatize Riposte.”

Adrien nodded and watched as Ladybug dashed to the edges of the park, activating the phone in her yoyo. “Duusu,” he whispered, “we should help them-”

“You’re sick,” Duusu said, coming up and pushing against his cheek, “I’m sure Ladybug and Féline Sombre can handle it from here, right?”

Adrien frowned, glancing back towards where Ladybug was talking to Féline Sombre on the phone. “Maybe…” he muttered, “but it’s also the easiest way to get Adrien out of the way while still doing something, right?”

“You’re not in the way,” Duusu whispered.

Adrien grumbled anxiously, watching from behind the statue.

“She’s coming your way, bye Bug!” Féline Sombre exclaimed as they ended the call.

“Bye Kitty,” Ladybug searched for the silvery akuma with a frown. “Hm, better safe than sorry- Lucky Charm!” Ladybug called. The charm produced a metal wireframe chair. She tilted her head. “A...chair. Am I supposed to sit around for Riposte to come attack Adrien?”

Riposte dove in, sword aimed, and Ladybug yelped as she tumbled out of the way.

“Where did you hide him?” Riposte demanded, flourishing her weapon.

“You think I’d tell you?” Ladybug scoffed, briefly glancing to where Féline Sombre was inching forward. Hidden. Waiting for an opening. “This is just between us. Unless you’re scared to test your mettle against me?”

Riposte huffed, turning her full attention to Ladybug, “Oh? I’ll defeat you swiftly and then I’ll take your miraculous!” Riposte lunged and Ladybug twirled to block with the chair, gasping as she noticed the sword slip between the backrest supports. Riposte was too fast however, and the sword slipped back out before she could do anything about it.

Féline Sombre vaulted in on her staff and kicked Riposte from behind, into the park fence. They shifted into a fencing stance, staff aimed like a sword, “You wanted some fencing, right?”

“Who told you all these puns?” Ladybug frowned, glancing at her redheaded partner.

“Would you be mad if I said all the puns is because I’m kinda missing Paon Lilas’s jokes?”

Ladybug made a face, “What? No, but-”

“Your face says otherwise!” Féline Sombre exclaimed, chuckling.

“Oh hush!” Riposte exclaimed as she lunged towards Féline. Féline Sombre used her staff to block the sword and shifted to get behind her.

“So Bug, what’s our plan?” Féline asked, extending her staff to hit Riposte again. They twirled out of the way of the counterattack.

“The sword!” Ladybug said, “That’s got to be where the akuma is. But she’s too fast!”

Adrien frowned, “I- I can’t just watch. Duusu-” he was caught off by a cough.

Riposte huffed and leaped out from the middle of Ladybug and Féline Sombre, skidding backwards. She turned her head to the sound of a cough. “Of course,” she sent a slash through the statue.

Ladybug gasped, “Adrien!”

Adrien dropped to the ground, then leaped up over the broken base of the statue. He tightened his grip on the fencing sword, frowning towards Riposte. “You want a fight? Fine. Let’s fight.”

Riposte grinned, “Finally.” She lunged and he doubled back, towards Ladybug and Féline Sombre.

Ladybug looked between the fighters and Féline Sombre and ran forward to meet them, smiling. “Féline, I’m gonna need your ribbon soon.” Adrien continued to retreat and block.

The cat hero tilted their head briefly but pulled the ribbon off. Féline Sombre moved in around Riposte’s other side.

With the heroes in the right positions, Adrien drew in another attack from Riposte and called, “Ready?!” He twirled, switching positions with Ladybug. Féline Sombre came around with the ribbon and secured the sword into the metal bars of the chair’s backrest. They ran and tugged backwards to keep it secure as Riposte struggled in the snare.

“Prêt, Allez!” Adrien and Ladybug announced as they both used their combined weight to snap the sword trapped in the chair’s back.

Ladybug grabbed the back of the chair as Adrien fell into the seat, keep him from falling with the chair. Adrien blinked, “Huh, handy.”

Ladybug smiled at him as she grabbed his arms and pulled him up to a stand.

He looked up and down at her and barely flickered a smile at her. He turned towards Riposte with a frown.

“Wow, impressive fencing,” Féline said.

He shrugged, “I’ve been in fencing since I was really young.”

Ladybug caught and purified the butterfly. “Bye bye little butterfly...” She grabbed the Lucky Charm, frowning towards Adrien, “You didn’t have to do that. You put yourself in danger.”

“What happened?” Kagami muttered, looking up in confusion.

Adrien frowned and glanced down at the ground before shaking his head, ignoring Ladybug in favor of the fencer. Ladybug sighed and called for her miracle cure.

He leaned down to the fencer and offered a hand. “You were akumatized,” he said softly, “It’s… a… whole thing. It’s fine now though.”

Ladybug walked over to Féline Sombre. They high-fived and smiled at each other.

“Hey, Adrien,” Ladybug said, “...take care of yourself…” she smiled, and waved as her miraculous beeped, “Bug out!”

Féline Sombre waved goodbye to Ladybug and turned towards the two civilians, “Do either of you need a lift home?”

“I have a chauffeur,” Kagami said.

“Same,” Adrien chuckled awkwardly.

Féline shrugged, “Alright! In that case, I should probably head out too. See you later!” She vaulted away and Adrien turned back to Kagami.

“So…” Adrien muttered.

“Listen I-” she sighed and glanced at the ground.

“I’m sorry” both teens said.

Adrien laughed and offered the saber, “Here’s your saber back… Maybe, uh, we could do a proper rematch?”

She shook her head, pushing it back towards him. “No, I lost. Keep it.”

“Chloé really doesn’t know anything about fencing. I personally think it was your point. Besides… red’s not really my color.”

“She certainly acted like she knew.”

“She can be… enthusiastic, she just… she means well, just goes about things wrong.” Adrien sighed and shrugged, “but I… I think- If you want, we could uh, be friends?”

She looked almost shocked, “You… You want to be my friend?”

“Of course! I- Here, let’s start over-” Adrien huffed a smile and offered his hand, “My name’s Adrien. What’s yours?”

She paused, glancing between his face and his hand. She took the offered hand and shook it. “Kagami.”

“Nice to meet you, Kagami.”

“...Yeah. Nice to meet you too, er, Adrien,” she smirked, “You better get ready for that decisive match.”

He laughed, “Oh, I will.”

Fencing swords clashed. One fencer lunged, and the other spun and hit. The buzzer sounded.

“Point!” D’Argencourt called, “Sabrina Raincomprix, welcome to the academy!”

Sabrina pulled up her mask and smiled at Marinette as she disconnected herself from the buzzer cord. Marinette raised her mask up with a sigh. They saluted with their sword and Marinette did the same.

“Good game,” Marinette muttered with a sigh, preparing for whatever mocking she would receive.

“You did awesome! It was a close game, you almost had me there."

Marinette raised a brow. "Uh. Thanks?"

Sabrina sighed, "It's really too bad there's only two spots, I was looking forward to sparring more with you. Next time there's an open spot you should definitely try again."

"I… you really think so? Chloé would've hated seeing me outside class on a weekly basis."

"I- I’m not Chloé’s clone, I... don’t hate you. I’m...sorry if I’ve ever made it seem like that," they sighed, and offered a hand, "Seriously. Good game, Marinette."

She smiled awkwardly and accepted the handshake. "Same to you, Sabrina."

Marinette walked into the equipment room and Tiki zipped out.

"You did great, even if you didn't get in. You can always practice on your own or get Adrien to help again!" Tiki cheered.

Marinette sighed and nodded, "True. ...I think that fencer- Kagami? and Sabrina wanted it more anyway. I wouldn't change a thing… and… Sabrina was weirdly nice."

"Without Chloé around she seems much more open."

"Yeah, I guess. ...Actually- huh. I guess they've never exactly been outright antagonistic… I guess I just… associate her with Chloé that much…" Marinette shook her head, "Weird."

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