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Yhe'na Det Och'sa

Chapter Four: Oneh Marukki

Summary: The crystal is the heart of the blade.The heart is the crystal of the Jedi.The Jedi is the crystal of the Force.The Force is the blade of the heart.All are intwined: the crystal, the blade, and the Jedi. We are one. Ahsoka Tano wished none of her experiences on anyone, but the galaxy was only growing more dangerous. The Empire is closing in, and there's only so many ways she can teach Shin to defend themselves. Now, three years after Shin joins the Fulcrum crew, it's time to teach her to create her own saber. If she can get past her Gathering on a hostile planet, crawling with Imperial mining operations. AO3 Link: Here! Word Count: 7,708 Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Notes: Don't forget all the art posted in this AU to this point is all thanks to the wonderful and amazing @somewillwin !

The morning of her gathering, Ahsoka had sat Shin down and laid out every detail over breakfast, much to Huyang’s chagrin, “The Empire has its clutches on this planet… are you sure your crystal is down there?”

Swallowing around a mouthful of sugary cereal, Shin nodded their head quickly. “Yeah, I’m sure.. It’s down there,” Ahsoka cast a worried gaze back to the war table, red dots speckled across the hologram, marking Imperial ships in the atmosphere, and several troop movements on the surface.

“Once you’re in the planet’s core, I can’t help you,” Ahsoka warned, treading carefully; She didn’t want to scare Shin, but she also needed them to understand the dangers they would be heading into. Imperial starships surrounded the planets atmosphere, with transport ships moving to and from the surface, delivering materials and transporting troopers and miners back down.

“Approaching Vessel, hold position,” A deadpan voice rang over the speakers in the T-6’s cockpit. Huyang’s chair creaked as he moved to strengthen their cloaking signal. “The Ilum system has been blockaded, you are not permitted travel.”

“This is three-three-seven-six, detachment eighty four of the Imperial Asteroid mining crew, we’ve been tasked with sector seven cresh below the surface of Ilum. Please advise with further instruction.” Ahsoka answered carefully into the communicator, passing along small echoes of a force suggestion through the weakened link.

There was silence on the other end, and a small hand reached forward to take Ahsoka’s into their own, as a Star Destroyer slowly shifted in its place, further opening the gap that would give them room to pass. “Detachment eighty four, you are cleared to land on the surface. Report to your supervisory detail upon departure and detail your lack of efficiency in sending your codes immediately.”

“Yes sir,” The comms went silent as Ahsoka donned her hood and pushed the shuttle forward, thrusters catching as they entered the first wave of the planet’s gravitational pull.

“Well that was certainly lucky!” Huyang exclaimed rather loudly in the heavy silence of the ship as the frozen planets surface came into view, snow pelting the transparisteel as they descended.

“Luck had nothing to do with it,” The Togruta answered, suddenly solemn as she watched the planet. The Force, normally brimming with power, potential… greatness, and love was void of it all, like the Kyber was being removed from the planets core. But what for? Ahsoka could not even begin to fathom why the Imperials would need Kyber, they’d killed the Jedi, and many of the inquisitors relied on the Kyber of those they’d killed to bleed and wield against the people that the crystal had once been in service to protect.

“Meht?” Shin questioned as she slid from the seat behind Huyang. Blue eyes brightened minimally when they turned to the brunette with white markings painted on their face, offering the love and compassion, the tether they knew Ahsoka needed so badly in this moment. The Togruta gathered up the small human into her arms, tucking them close into her lap as they approached a secluding landing pad. “Will you be okay?” Shin questioned, forehead pressing against the soft leathery feeling of her lek. “Yes, I’ll be alright, tazi unt. Thank you,” Warm lips pressed to the corner of a marking on their head. “Now let’s get you bundled up so you don’t freeze out there.”

Huyang set the ship down and worked on deploying their cloaking systems to work on the ground as Ahsoka helped Shin into the bundles of different layers to keep them warm, pulling a wool cap over their head to finish the job. “Meht, I can’t move,” Shin’s voice was muffled from all the layers, and Ahsoka couldn’t help but chuckle warmly at the sight of the lanky child in puffed up layers.

“Alright, alright here,” Enough layers were removed so the child could move properly, much to Ahsoka’s chagrin. “Do you remember what we’ve been practicing with the Force? How to keep yourself warm?” “Of course,” Their head nodded as a beaming smile tugged at lips, already chapped from the cool air making it past the filters.

Ahsoka turned away from Shin by the door to double check the small leather bag she’d prepared the night before. “This should contain enough supplies to give you a few days if anything is to happen. We’ll need radio silence across comms and the Force, I can’t be certain that they won’t have radar running to pick up on comm signals, and… I’d rather not think of them having personnel that could sense the Force, either.

“Yes, Master,” Shin took the provided satchel, tucking it carefully against their chest and using hooks in their outermost jacket to stop it from swinging wildly. “It’ll be just like we practiced, I’m sure of it,” She tried to ease some of Ahsoka’s anxieties as she secured a cortosis lined blade into a small holster along the inside of their calf. “Do not get too headstrong, Daaark grut. Impatience for victory will only show you how quickly the tides can turn to defeat,” Her fingers brushed over the warm cap on their head. “Be safe out there, and trust in the Force, little one.” Ahsoka moved so she could kneel before her youngling, taking their hands in her own as she retrieved her shoto from beneath her robes. “And don’t forget, I will be needing this back,” Homage to their first meeting, when she’d promised a sickly child that their salvation was far from some cruel trick.

Small arms wrapped around her middle as Shin threw themselves at her, earning a warm laugh and a warmer hug in return for their efforts. “I will, Meht,” They grumbled into her stomach as she patted their head.

“Lady Tano, we will need to move continuously to avoid Imperial Scanners, there are readings of Probe droids keeping near constant surveillance.” Huyang butted in from the cockpit, yellowed eyes focused on Master and Apprentice before him.

“Thank you, Huyang. Any parting words?” She tucked Shin up under her arm and turned them both to face the suddenly apprehensive professor.

“Come back safe, young Tano,” His eyes flickered in dim light, a feeling of somber recognition flooding his circuits.

“I will, Huyang, thank you- You two stay together,” Then, quieter. “Someone needs to look after ‘soka till I get back,” This seemed to lift the old droids spirits as Ahsoka laughed and led them towards the lowering ramp.

“Go on, get,” A gentle shove to their shoulder had the chuckling pre-teen shuffling down the ramp and into the cold.

Shin was no stranger to sneaking around Imperial troops, except this time, there was something to lose. It had been years now, with Ahsoka and Huyang at their back, offering unending support and wisdom; She couldn’t let them down, this was their first operation alone, and if they were caught, there was always a sinking chance that the Empire could trace her back to the Fulcrum crew, especially with the paint carefully etched into their skin.

She could hear the chatter just up ahead, a fire crackling and snow melted around the camp. The snowflakes didn’t fall as heavy here, so the young Initiate had to take longer strides to walk carefully in the footprints made by white plastoid covered troopers.

“Did you hear they’re bringing more miners in?” A trooper began, vocoder crackling and old, despite the fact that Shin had noticed a transport full of newer armor being sent to the surface.

“It’s none of your concern, clone. The nearby officer spat. Even Shin winced in empathic anger at the way the soldier was addressed by his superior, though the trooper simply sighed and returned to the metal tin of caf he’d been warming over the fires.

Shin’s boot stumbled in a patch of hardened snow, sinking them further than they were meant to go and causing a stumble. The brunette froze, just on the outskirts of the camp. The trooper was quick to pick up on the stumble, and yet, as a black, empty visor faced her, Shin did not feel the void Ahsoka had described the ‘clones’ as taking on towards the end of the war; They’d felt the warmth individual history of a man who’d once donned armor in brilliant teals and greens.

Their eyes met through the helmet, though his hands did not itch towards his blaster once. “Commander, I’m going to begin my patrol early, just in case there’s any Rebels lurking about,” The trooper stood on aching joints; It was clear he was much older than his comrades, bundled inside of their tents on breaks.

Their head jerked towards Shin, urging them onwards as he began his patrol, boots crunching in the snow and effectively covering their blunder as they scurrifed throught the blssedly empty cavern entrance.

Pausing at the entrance, Shin’s head turned back. “May the force be with you,” They spoke into the silence, a sentiment that they had yet to understand the full extent of, but had seen psased beyond the Rebel leaders so often, it had become a second-nature to them.

Progress was painfully slow as they slunk into the ruined caverns.. There were no maps for the labyrinth of icy tunnels, infested with Imperials that should have never been able to lay eyes on the ancient planet’s resource, much less mine it by the ton.

Sticking to the shadows and following the pulsing thrum of the Force, Shin had done their best to avoid as many Imperial patrols as possible, though, as they crawled from a small access tunnel carved away for PIT droids, Shin found herself in a dangerous positon. Three troopers surrounded a water well in a near triangle, each seemng to be staring down separate crystalline corridors.

“Ever think you’d get stuck guarding water?” A stormtrooper complained. “There’s no one here,”

“Quiet down, TK-Eight-Two-Four.” Another snapped, clearly an overheated hotshot, the leader of this poorly assembled squad. “These rebels are sneaky, if you are too confident, you could find yourself-” The force pushed against the hotshot, making it seem as if he’d stumbled in his uppity stupor.

The other two stormtroopers were quick enough to stop what would have been a fatal stumble into the well below, and in the commotion, Shin was able to slink back, warmed by the cackling laughter from the trooper that had been snapped at.

The cold seeped through their coat, though they found themselves adjusting rather quickly to the darkness that greeted them in untouched passages and enormous caverns. Their beath came out in misty puffs, dissipating in the air shortly after passing parched lips. “I can feel you,” The young apprentice whispered into the darkness, boots crunching to the stop in a cavern.

The floor should have been unsteady, but with a few test taps, the child decided it was safe enough to walk further, to follow the siren song of the crystal that had been hers since its formation.

A hum thrummed deep in the cavern, almost as if the world, the Force around her was breathing in beat with her own hammering lungs. The preteen lowered to their knees slowly- “You want me to go down there?” She whispered to the unresponsive world around her. There was a moments hesitation as Shin reached for the ground, feeling the sudden tension in the force like shockwaves up the length of each arm.

Her gloves were removed and stowed in the pack quickly, allowing the cold to bite at pale fingers and color the pink as she felt for the thread of connection that was attempting to reach out to her. “Show yourself… it’s alright… I won’t hurt you.” The youngling promised carefully.

The closer their fingers got to the thick casing of ice below them, the closer her crystal death, the louder the tepid waters below roared, and the more intense her heart seemed to soar… so close!

The brush of her fingers against the ice sent her spiralling, though, noticeably; Shin was not greeted by the frozen water below. Instead, they were… stuck. Thousands of images slipped through her fingers, like a holovid sped up faster than any living creature could comprehend.

Sorting through the distorted images of the thousands that had come before her, their voices muddled together in the echos of the force, voices that she could hear in Ahsoka's stories, to names she'd never spoken. "Your journey will not be free of trials and tribulations, little Tano," When they looked into the ice again, she could make out the shadows of a face.

A Kedlorian with a breathing apparatus secured to his face. He seemed kind and familiar in a way Shin could not know. "But it is the will of the force that finds you here today, like it was the Force's will that your Mother found you on Ibaar." They bristled under the word choice, cheeks heating and making white paint stand out starkly on their face.

A ripple in the force distorted the image. It felt... wrong. Like someone who had passed only in spirit, and was clinging onto the remains of physical life wrong. Still, the distorted presence beamed in it's hallowed glory, putting the youngling somewhat at ease. "You've gotta keep Snips safe for me, alright? Tell her she was right about me."

But Shin could not focus on this long dead Jedi's words, the sound of splintering ice tried to shove her back into her own body once more, and from the view of someone not there, Shin could see herself from their eyes, and watched, unable to move, as deep cracks began to spiderweb across the floor.

The Imperial drills were boring down on the planet, and the old Knight's presence seemed to destabalize whatever Light remained in the section. They found themselves back in their own body in a flash, in the same wrong words of this Jedi Knight. “Ahsoka, I would never let anyone hurt you… ever.”

In the last look they could gleam of the ice before it shattered, she saw yellowed eyes and burnt skin. When the ground broke, it was to the sound of deep, mechanical breathing and the sound of Ahsoka's voice, drenched in pain. "Anakin... I won't leave you... Not this time."

“Then you will die.”

The water was cold as it enveloped Shin, shocking their small body as they struggled to find the surface, watching as dim lights grew darker the further they sank. The roar of water in their ears was drowned out by the sounds of the force, things they had no hopes of understanding. "I am the Sith!" "I am No Jedi. "Somehow, Palpatine survived. "You won't help?" "It seems the Padawan needs one more lesson." “The order is gone. The Dark Side Is About Survival. "I can help you..." Impatience for victory will guarantee defeat."

Their fingers brushed the surface of the water, yet they did not emerge in the caves. Instead, they felt themselves standing planetside, long grass tickling heavy metal armor bracketing her knees. Her body felt too big, the armor weighed too much, and there was a nagging darkness in their mind. "We've been looking for this." She heard herself say, voice raspy like she'd been without water for days. The weight of a ball settled in her palm, though her body moved without consent to hand it off to a spindely droid built for combat as a woman with purple hair approached apprehensively.

"What happened to you?" They voiced, golden eyes squinting as a green saber was ignited against them. Fear filled Shin's veins as a saber ignited in her own hand, scarlett light casting across the battlefield. Shock and horror ignited in her opponents eyes, but before they could focus, or.. Find out why… what, the scene changed.

"I'm sorry," Wrong Shin whispered as the blade sunk into the soft skin of the womans' stomach, spires of their saber stopping just at the singed flesh that the red... orange? beam of plasma was tearing into.

The image shifted again, this time, filling them with adrenaline. Bodies dropped smoothly with each swing of her blade, red plasma tearing through flesh as she took lives without a second thought. Behind them, they could hear heavy footsteps, could feel encouragement through a bond that felt wrong to the child's head. "Please!" A woman begged. With difficulty, Shin could feel their hand clenching tight around the air, the Force bent to their will, choking the life from the woman as she begged and writhed, hot tears streaking down her face until she was no more.

It shifted once more, this time, to Ahsoka standing in front of them. This one, Shin thought, hurt most of all. "Surrender your weapon." She called to them, reaching across a chasm that felt too big. “Meht, what is going on?” She begged to ask, though her vocal chords would not respond as pain, anger, disappointment, and embarrassment burned their way up her throat, causing her lip to quiver and eyes to swing. How could it be like this, when just this morning, the child had sunk into their mother's arms with safety and love? How could Ahsoka look at her with pain and trepidation, regret and hope for someone better? What was she to become?

A killer. Plain and simple. Her destiny was not to save others, like Ahsoka had. She was birthed onto this planet to further the story, to make the heroes rise. She was doomed for failure, but... she could be greater. All she had to do was give in... All she had to do was take the power that was being offered. They would never have to ask for help if they just-

A change in the narrative, the feeling of soft hands stroking against unfamiliarly scarred knuckles. Colorful starbirds and painted armor, whispers in Mando'a, the love of a mother. Leia's laughter that came when Shin asked questions the Princess found amusing. The promise of the Keldorian, Ahsoka's soft ‘tazi unt’ when she thought Shin wasn't listening. The feel of someone's forehead pressing against their own. The wet nose of an animal in her hand, seeking love and attention. "I've got to save you..." A boy called to a man, wrapped in the shell of a monster. "You already have..." The man behind the mask rasped, a man unredeemable by nature, but still found the light in the unstoppable nature of love.

The surface of water broke. Wet fingers scrambled at the snowy expanse of solid ground. Several sets of hands tugged and pulled at her, helping her from the murky depths, grabbing at her arms and helping to haul a sopping, weighted down body into a soft pile of snow on the bank. When they had finally blinked water from their eyes, there was no one around, no footsteps in the snow, and surprisingly, even the drag of their feet to the pile seemed to be gone.

From the corner of her eyes, a twinkle caught her vision, blue and shining, calling for her like meeting an old friend. Huyang had told her what to expect, when she found her crystal. The feeling of coming home wrapping around her, even as cold settled into her bones. The kyber was warm, even through her glove, as she carefully broke it from its icy spire. "It's you," She whispered to the object, teeth chattering as she tucked it close to her heart, just next to where Ahsoka's shoto sat concealed in the depths of the puffed jacket. The aged kyber sung out to Shin's as the cool metal touched the jagged kyber. It was warm and safe, free of harm from the Imperials. She could not save the rest of the kyber, and, with a rumble of the cavern around them, it was clear that they were not meant to.

"I'm sorry," She called to the crystals that would not be found by Jedi. Crystals whose owners were already gone, trapped in the depths of the Dark, or those who had taken their place among the waves of the cosmic force all too soon. When the child turned from them, a shiver ran up her spine, one last message. The sound of a… laser activating in something huge, the sounds of rock and tectonic plates being torn to shreds. “I’m sorry… It’s just me,” They called, refusing to look back; they couldn’t look back, not when they felt the yellowed eyes of the monster staring into her back.

The ramp was covered in snow and ice upon their return. Worn boots scrambled against the slippery surfaces as they struggled to the promise of warmth. A warm blue crystal kept their exhausted legs moving, heated even through the thick, damp gloves that were only useful for keeping the wind from cutting into near frost-bitten fingers.

Their shoulder hit the durasteel door before the hydraulics could engage, creating a loud thump that echoed through the ship and their own body. When it finally opened, snow and cold air drifted into the warm and inviting space within. Home.

“ ‘did it,” The brunette remarked, proudly, extending their gloved hand towards the wide-eyed Togruta that was rising from her seat.

“Shin, oh my makers-” Orange arms wrapped tight around them before the ground could catch them, Shin couldn’t help the way they selfishly sank further into the embrace as Ahsoka pulled them into the ship and let the door slam shut.

“I did it,” They repeated proudly as Ahsoka carried them to the benches, only motioning at Huyang as he emerged from his workshop.

“You did, tazi unt, I’m so proud of you,” Warm fingers danced down their face, warming the frozen streaks of paint where they cracked against small cheeks. “So proud… But why are you wet?”

“Think I’m just cold, went swimming a few days ago, when I got it,” They replied sleepily, snuggling back into the blanket that hung onto the back of the couch, still warm from where Ahsoka had been using it to stave off the chill from her own shoulders. When silver eyes opened to meet lively blue, she couldn’t tell if the shock on her mother’s face was one of amusement, horror, or that they’d impressed her, with the way facial markings furrowed and dark lips parted until the artificial lights caught the white flash of fangs.

“Gotal’ade,” She remarked instead, shaking her head as she worked to help Shin change into clothes that weren’t melting icicles into the fabric she’d put down to make the seats more comfortable. By the time Huyang returned, Ahsoka had Shin where they belonged, tucked safely up under her arm, dozing quietly as they turned the blue tinted kyber around in fingers that still shook from the cold.

“Little Tano,” He greeted as two steaming bowls were placed in front of his sentient charges. Yellow lighted eyes dropped to the crystal in their hand, causing his head to turn. “You’ve found it.”

“Was there ever any doubt?” The Padawan snipped, shifting their weight on the bench so they were sitting on their knees to lean over the table and busy themselves with warm food.

Two sets of eyes watched Shin increadously, one, with white facial markings arched high, and the other slowly turning to look at the girl’s Master. For a droid who could not express emotion, the smugness that radiated off of him was almost enough to have the Togruta breaking out into laughter.

“You know,” Huyang started as spoons scraped at the bottoms of bowls and his sentients were beginning to relax into the almost calm atmosphere. “When a Master accepts an Initiate as their Padawan…” He tried to steer the conversation, though received only identical blank stares from both women. “The Master will braid their Padawan’s hair, or form their silka beads, or, in cases, will help design the marking of Padawanship…”

“Oh..” Ahsoka blinked, cheeks turning a deeper shade of orange in mild embarrassment. “My Master never… Well… We were in an active warzone.” She realized out loud, scratching her chin idly in thought, markings furrowed deeply as she tried to think back to the old memories on Christophis. “I think it was Master Plo and Master Ti who’d helped me, back then…”

Before she knew it, Ahsoka was sitting on the floor with Shin tucked between her legs and Huyang supervising the unsteady twist and turn of dark hair in her fingers. “Makers, why is hair so-” She huffed in frustration as Shin’s fingers tapped idly along her knee. “How do humans do this,” She complained as a small band snapped and smacked into her finger, falling uselessly to Shin’s shoulder.

“Do you want help?” Huyang teased, snapping metal fingers closed uselessly. Shin’s shoulders shook, though from lingering cold or laughter, she could not tell.

“I got it,” The older woman grumbled, voice reverberating low in her chest as she squinted at the tufts of smooth hair in her fingers.

“It hurts a human’s head, when you pull,” Padmé instructed, hand resting gently on Ahsoka’s hands, halting the rough movements of a wired up Padawan. “You must be gentle,” She reminded, thumb brushing over young knuckles, scarred from war.

“I don’t-” The teenager huffed as she looked back to the mop of dark curls on her Master’s head. “Okay.. Yeah… I can do ‘gentle.’” Padmé’s warm laughter filled the apartment as Anakin winced back from another harsh tug.

“Hey! Easy, snips! I’m not a ball of yarn!”

“Well, you’re tangled like one, skyguy,”

Huffing, Anakin shook his head like a wet tooka, forcibly removing explorative hands from his hair. “Here, let’s do Padmé’s. My head deserves a break,”

Padmé’s hair had been softer, smoother, straighter, and under Anakin’s careful instruction, a long braid was woven under careful fingers. All the while, the young senator relaxed back into the Padawan, offering quiet tips and praise, or guiding her away when she almost tugged too hard.

Blinking, Ahsoka stared down at the thin braid that rested in her fingers. The fabric of her pants was bunched up in a small fist, and even Huyang was watching her with a bewilderment that couldn’t fit their situation. “Did you feel that?” Shin whispered, though a wheeze in their chest shook Ahsoka from the shocked stupor.

Releasing the braid and shaking away the weight of ghostly hands against clammy skin, Ahsoka reached to tug Shin back into her chest. “You’re burning up, Tazi unt,” She grumbled, lips pressing into a warm forehead. “We need to get you in bed,”

“But I gotta build my saber!” They argued, holding the glowing kyber to the lights to prove their point. “You promised!”

“Shin,” Ahsoka sighed softly, fingers brushing through their hair gently. “You will build your lightsaber, that I can promise, but I need you healthy, you won’t want to put off training once it’s made, and you need rest. Even a Jedi Master wouldn’t be able to accomplish what you just did without some rest.”

The child in her arms pouted as she rose to her feet, though Ahsoka knew she’d won when they sunk into her arms, grumbling quietly in disdain. The logic was sound, and they knew they wanted to be at their best for their first lesson.

“Huyang, can you grab a hydration tablet and the Polybiotic from the kit?” Ahsoka tossed over her shoulder as she ducked past the rising door of the small bunk room they’d cleared away for Shin.

“Really?” They huffed as Ahsoka folded to tuck them into the blankets, propping pillows up under them as Huyang’s heavy feet clattered around the ship, finding the requested materials.

“Yes, really, Shin. You’re going to get sick from this, and I’d rather not have to rush you back to Kaeden hurt when we can prevent it,” She scolded, taking the supplies from Huyang the moment he’d returned. “Thank you,” Her head dipped to the professor as he passed the small container for the thick syrupy medicine over, holding it steady as Ahsoka filled it.

“It tastes like Bantha pee,”

“Now, how do you know what that tastes like?” A facial marking rose teasingly as the young Padawan’s hand smacked against her arm lightly. “Come on, bottoms up,” The cup was held to reluctant lips, earning a steely glare from her stubborn human. “Tazi Unt, it’ll be over in half a second, I promise. Come on,” She coaxed, frowning at the stubborn turn of their head. “Huyang…”

“On it,” The dancient droid clattered off again, though Shin’s head didn’t turn away from their fixed position in pouting at the wall.

The glass of water he’d brought back had tiny particles floating in it, though the crushed sleep inducer went unnoticed by the youngling. “Here, you can drink some of this once you swallow it, and get the taste out faster, alright?”

Another huff, shoulders sagging in defeat as they finally turned back to the older woman sitting across from her. Tiny hands took the offered cup reluctantly, and with one deep breath, the thick liquid was thrown back. Before they could even swallow, Shin was reaching for the glass in Huyang’s hands, swallowing the medicine before all bug chugging the clear liquid as fast as possible. “Easy, ad’ika!” A large hand moved to rub at their back as they sputtered.

“Can we never do that again? Thanks,” They rasped, shoulders sagging back as the glass was taken from their hands. Ahsoka chuckled warmly, dismissing Huyang with a warm smile and a nod of her head.

“Meht?” The vulnerability was back, voice small as the half dose of sleep inducer began working through their already overtired system. “Will you stay with me..?” Even on their return trip, they’d avoided sleep, unsure if slumber would bring back the haze of memories and possibilities that they had yet to properly process… But Ahsoka would keep them safe from wrong Shin, and wrong Jedi Knight, she was sure of it.

“Of course, scooch over,” With some finagling, Shin managed to find space with the cool durasteel wall at their back, and the ever-present furnace of Ahsoka tucked up under their cheek. A small hand brushed against the soft leather of her Lek as Shin turned to press closer to her, fingers cold against warm skin. “Get some rest, du tunguma.”

It took so long for the cold to pass. The days that followed Shin’s return was full of tissues, fever, and a stubbornness that Ahsoka knew had driven her own Master wild, back in the day. They hadn’t been a fan of waiting, now that they had kyber safely in their own hands, never once allowing the crystal to leave their sight.

“Have you been studying the different designs?” Ahsoka questioned on the fifth day. Shin was sat at the table, brows scrunched, paint freshly applied, and silver eyes focused intently on their datapad. Coming around the bench, Ahsoka’s fingers reached to press against their forehead and cheeks, thankful that they felt normal for a human.

When Ahsoka attempted to lean around them to peer at the drawn out schematics, Shin was quick to shut off the screen. “Meht! It’s a surprise!” They scolded, cheeks puffed out as they pushed half-heartedly at Ahsoka’s arm as she came to sit beside them.

Laughing, Ahsoka scooted over to offer them the privacy they needed. “Alright alright! I get it!” Then, dramatically puffing out her own lips, Ahsoka sighed heavily. “You got a crystal and now you don’t need me anymore-“

“You’re being dramatic,” Shin pointed out with a smile. Ahsoka dropped the act when she felt the toe of a soft boot poking against her leg. “I’ll always need you,”

Laughing, Ahsoka reached under the table to bat their foot away from kicking at her. “Sure, sure,”

“Just because you’re my master now…” The Padawan paused, suddenly worrying at their lip. “Well, that doesn’t mean…?”

“Hey hey, don’t think like that,” Ahsoka sobered immediately, reaching across the table to grab their much smaller hand as it picked at the case on their datapad. “I will always be your mother. You’re stuck with me, little hunter,”

Shin relaxed under the touch, turning Ahsoka’s hand in both of hers, soft thumbs pressing into the hardened skin from the years of lightsaber use.

Before they could say anything, Huyang emerged from his workshop for the first time that day. “Padawan Tano,” Her head snapped to the side, beaming up at the ancient professor. “I believe I’ve gathered everything we need. Have you drafted your design?”

“Mhm!” The brunette jumped up from the bench, gathering the datapad up in their arm as they all but ran the short distance. “We’ll be back, no peeking, meht!”

“Of course, wouldn’t dream of it, tunguma!”

“Did you grab the handgrip Senator Organa gave me?” Shin questioned as soon as the doors slid shut, peering at the workbenches that had been granted the light of day for the first time since Shin was brought on board.

“I have, along with a lens assembly and the power cell from Lady Tano,” Huyang stepped around Shin, arms extending from his back and rifling through the thousands of different containers. “Have you brought the emitter from the temple?”

“The temple..?” Brows furrowed, Shin allowed themselves to lean on one of his tool boxes. “Oh! It’s in the- hang on!” The Padawan scurried from the workspace, only offering Ahsoka a smile and a half wave before rushing off to the cockpit.

Ahsoka should have been more concerned by the child rushing to the cockpit, and the sound of panels being moved and the ship’s wiring harnesses being moved, though… the crossword puzzle she’d been picking away at was just getting interesting, and Huyang could handle a hyper padawan for five minutes, right?

When Shin scurried back through, their hands were bunched around something wrapped in the outermost layer of their tunic, clutching it close to their chest to stop Ahsoka from seeing.

“Got it!” They whisper-yelled as the door slid shut behind them. The pieces they’d been gathering over the course of the last standard cycle were laid out on the workbench.

“Excellent. And your Kyber?”

“Right here!” A small chain rattled as they pulled the necklace that the crystal had been hanging on during their cold, unwilling to part with it even in sleep.

The crystal was handed over and carefully removed. “Do you remember what we’ve spoken about?”

“The crystal is the heart of the blade!” They beamed; the mantra had been taught over and over again, although Ahsoka had calmly redirected away from the Jedi, whether from the loss of her people, or the type of war they found themselves in, she’d been been as… intense as the Jedi Huyang may have respected before the Fall.

“Do you recall the old saying? For the Jedi?”

It took a moment for the young Padawan to wrack their brain for the response, chewing on their bottom lip in thought. “The Jedi are the crystal of the Force…? But, Huyang…”

“At the root of it all, young one, the Jedi are the heart of the Force… Your master sees this differently, and I can understand, but the Force will always remember them, they continue on in the cosmic Force of the universe around us, always. The crystal, the blade, the Jedi. You are becoming one,”

“Ahsoka is adamant on not being a Jedi,” Shin pointed out, nervously twisting the chain that held their kyber around their fingers.

“She fails to see how true she has become. The Order was not what it once was when she was part of it, and… events had occurred that we can’t take back. But she will move forward, as will you.”

“I’m gonna help her.” Shin declared as Huyang pulled out a stool for them to climb onto. “With everything both of you have taught me, she is a Jedi.”

The voice box nestled in Huyang’s chest sparked almost warmly as he moved to arrange the pieces. “You’ll do what you must, after all, it is in your lineage…”

Shin Tano was far from a stranger when it came to meditation. While Ahsoka had trouble relaxing fully into the embrace of the Force, Shin could sink into the cosmic power and truly understand. They could feel each piece of their saber as they connected to them in the force.

The hum of the handgrip that had been made by Alderaanian engineers, the mix of metals and rubbers that made the grip soft and sturdy, the white coating around it that would mold to her grip, over time.

The emitter matrix that they’d collected while exploring an old Agricorps center, and the spires they’d plucked for the sole purpose of levelling out the weight of the hilt, ensuring it would be perfect for their preferred saber technique.

Ahsoka had given them a power cell months prior to their gathering, tasking the young Initiate with fixing the cell themselves so it could one day power their own saber. Shin could recall warmly, as they felt the buzz of power inside the charged piece, that they’d completed the task by weeks end, and had only overloaded the circuits once.

The lens assembly had also been a gift from Ahsoka, one that she’d seemed almost attached to. The metal was scuffed and damaged, as if they’d been pulled from a warzone. When Shin’s connection washed over the piece, it came with the ringing of klaxons, the vacuum of a ship being ripped from the sky, and the shouting of identical voices, none of which the youngling could differentiate from the other noise trapped in the silver alloy.

“Don’t forget your activator and the power cell release cap,” Huyang’s voice filtered through their focus, reminding them of the parts they’d chosen from his vast array of lightsaber pieces. They’d been created decades ago, picked apart from battlefields and molded into something new, and now, as Shin’s hand raised towards each piece and rose them from the table, they would find their purpose once again in a new generation of Jedi lightsabers.

Each piece fit together exactly as they’d dreamed, different materials fused together under the fine tuning of the Padawan’s command, twisting and turning under the twitch of small fingers until they clicked just right.

They were unaware of how much time had passed when they found themselves back in their own body, hand dropping to the workbench with a new weight in it. The saber was heavy, strong, and perfectly balanced. “Huyang,” They called quietly, lips parted in awe as they turned on the stool. The droid, never too far away when a youngling had the chance to blow a hole in the ships hull, turning his head quickly.

“Is it what you imagined?” He questioned as they slid off the stool, stumbling under the tingling sensation of legs that had fallen asleep.

“It is…” Silver eyes darkened as they turned the saber in their hands… this was the same saber from the visions… was it a future she was fated to? It couldn’t be, as long as she had Ahsoka, she would write her own destiny. “It’s perfect,” They decided, fingers flexing around the sturdy grip as she beamed up at him.

“Would you like to ignite it now?”

“Nuh-uh, we gotta go show mom,”

When the door slid open, they found Ahsoka resting peacefully at the table, knees tucked together under a warm blanket as she repaired a blaster hole in one of her favorite ponchos. “Meht!” Shin called excitedly as they ran to her, all but leaping over the open back of the bench to put themselves in the spot beside her, Saber much more carefully placed on the table once they’d settled. “I did it!”

Blinking, Ahsoka took half a second to safely stow the needle and thread before turning to look first at Shin, and then the saber. “Oh!” Startled, Ahsoka peered at the weapon’s design. “Tell me about it?” Shin scrambled off the bench, taking their sber with them as Huyang came to perch on Ahsoka’s other side.

“So, the hilt was made on Alderaan, Bail helped me; It’s supposed to be for a speeder’s handlebars, and I asked about it last time, so he had one made! It’s so cool, and it’s really soft but also like- not,” They rambled, fingers dancing over the cool material as they explained it. “Huyang helped me with a few pieces too, besides the ones you gave me! It was kind of hard to find the perfect balance for Makashi, but with these-” They pressed the spires over the emitters into the soft pads of their fingers. “They balance it out perfectly!”

“Where is your activation switch?” Ahsoka questioned, peering at the metal disks that seemed wielded into the metal, unable to be moved, the Togruta couldn’t fathom how they would ignite their saber in a rush.

“Well… The Force, really, I haven’t tested it yet, but it should work… Is that okay?”

“Of course, of course! Tazi Unt, it is amazing! I’ve just never seen such a design.”

“Well…” Twwisting the weapon in their hands as nervousness prickled at their skin, Shin found themselves flexing their fingers into familiar material. “Huyang said that the force would…”

Ahsoka cuts them off with a warm smile. “It’s perfect, Shin. When I was a youngling, I redesigned my first saber hundreds of times in my head before my gathering. But when I made these-" The Togruta rose to her feet to gesture to the slim, chrome alloyed sabers on her hips. "They were something I'd only just felt in my dreams. I allowed the force to design the saber that would fit me, just as you've done now. And I'm so proud of you..."

Anxiety turned to bashfullness as Shin’s fingertip slid along the smooth metal of the round disc that cradled their emitter. Silence hung in the air, not entirely uncomfortable, but filling with the trepidation of actually igniting the saber.

"Have you turned it on yet?"

Shin looks terrified, but Ahsoka offers a lopsided smile. "Nothing bad will happen, promise. If Huyang has already cleared your power supply-" She wasn't too keen on the thought of cleaning up the remains of an exploded hilt, and while Huyang had found humor in it back in the day, she had to hope he would never do that to them.

"Go on," She urges as Shin steps further back away from the table and steadies the hilt in her hands. Icy blue light flickers to light in a twitch of power that makes them lean back from the beam of plasma burning through the ozone around her.

There's a mixture of amazement in her eyes, along with the childish disappointment at the color of the cylinders the plasma was pushed through. "Were you expecting something else" Ahsoka asks, mirth dancing in her tone as she steps behind her padawan and rests a hand on their shoulder.

Shin's saber lowers as silver eyes flicker down to the sabers on Ahsoka's hips. Their lips twitch slightly and shoulders shrug under her hand. "I thought it would be..."

"Let’s hope your kyber never has to suffer the same way mine has, Padawan... You do not need to experience the suffering it takes to turn into this," Though there is a warmth in her tone, that Shin would look up to her so much that they’d expected their own crystal to produce a blinding white blade was endearing. She’d just have to hope that the human would never be expected to face the blood stained brothers of the Kyber that resided in her own sabers.

With a nudge of the force, the saber sank back into the hilt, the smell of burning plasma was cycled out from the filterers kicking on not a moment too soon. “So… How long was I in there, really? Huyang covered the chrono,” The young girl complained as she set her saber back on the table and clambered onto the bench of peer at Ahsoka’s needlework, taking over both her seat and blanket as the woman moved to brew a pot of tea.

“Certainly more than a few hours. How do you feel?” Ahsoka questioned as she rifled through cabinets for a wrapped package of leaves that Cody had once gifted her in celebration. They were old, though the packaging promised that the age would only enhance the flavors of the leaves.

“Excited, really,” They decided as they picked up the needle and continued the stitchwork along the hole for Ahsoka. The thread was only slightly sloppier than Ahsoka’s, though they were getting better each time. “Kinda tired, but mostly excited.”

“It was approximately five hours and thirty nine minutes,” Huyang chimed in as he retrieved his own datapad from a compartment on his back. “Considering you did not add an activation switch, it’s remarkable that you did not take longer.”

“So… I exceeded expectations?” A self-assured smirk pulled at their lips as they pulled their saber from the corner of the table, slipping their finger through the chrome ring on the pommel to attach it to the belt on their waist. It would take time for them to get used to how much heavier it was compared to Ahsoka’s shoto, but they couldn’t wait to begin properly training.

“Of course, tazi unt,” Ahsoka laughed warmly as she prepared the third stoop of the leaves, filling duracrete mugs with the golden ichor of perfectly aged leaves. “Here, try this one, as a treat. My grandmaster would always bring it out for celebrations,”

The tea was warm and rich, it tasted like drinking the happiness of a day spent in the sun on Alderaan; Shin could understand why Ahsoka’s grandmaster would have brought it out, with what they knew. Something light when they were surrounded in the inky darkness that came with war. Silver eyes peered up at her mother, watching how tense shoulders relaxed and she seemed to find a peace in the taste as well.

She would help Ahsoka become a Jedi again, just like she was doing for them. Shin was certain of it.

#Shin Tano AU #Star Wars #Ahsoka Tano #Shin Hati #Huyang #Ilum #Lightsabers #The Force #Force Visions #somewillwin

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jessicas-pi · 1 year ago

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OOOH WIP ASK GAME tell me about Rebelvengers assemble, Graveyards and Ghost Towns, and they were CELLMATES, and even more adoption! If that's too many you can just choose your favorites from those, or tell me about something Time Heals related

OOOH

Okay so. For Rebelvengers ummm yeah I think I'm gonna ramble/infodump a little!

After the invasion of earth, Ahsoka is taken back to Asgard to be tried. As she's more obviously under some kind of mind control, Obi-Wan is lenient to her, and only sentences her imprisonment until she can be cured.

Kanan intersperses old-timey slang with vine references. Hera pretends it's not funny.

Sabine learned ballet as part of her Widow training. She first befriended Ezra when he asked her to teach him. They do ballet together now. Sometimes they coerce Jyn or Cassian into helping them out when they need more characters. They choreograph their own dances, which usually have a concerningly dark plotline involving betrayal, murder, and the death of all the main characters. Though one time they did do a ballet adaptation of Frozen (2013). Ezra was Elsa.

After the invasion of Earth, Ezra lowkey moves into Syndulla Tower. He lives in the vents for a week before Hera finds him. He admits that it's just nicer here than at SHIELD headquarters. Hera promptly invites him and Sabine and Zeb to move in... and reluctantly adds that, "Well, I suppose the Captain can come too, if he has to."

And Thrawn is a Frost Giant.

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Graveyards and ghost towns... a snippet, perhaps?

Hera gently interrupted them, stepping into their circle and putting a hand on Ezra’s shoulder as she spoke to the other two. “Zeb, go get an extra chair from the living room. Sabine, help him to a plate.” The kids dispersed, and Hera turned to Kanan, stepping close and speaking in a low voice. “Where did you find him?” “I didn’t,” Kanan admitted. “Chopper did. We were taking the shortcut past the graveyard and Chop took off running, barking up a tree… I got there and looked up, and there was the kid.”

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and they were CELLMATES!!

“Do you ever feel it?” Grey whispered, voice dry. It was so soft, the stormtroopers guarding their cell probably thought it was just her breathing. Ezra replied just as quietly. “Feel what?” “This planet. It’s hurting.” He almost asked if she was going a little crazy, because how could a planet hurt, but he stopped. Thought about it. “Yeah. It is, isn’t it?” She slid closer, pressing against him like she needed the contact to ground her in reality. “This used to be a sacred world, Ezra. Now it’s dying, and I’m helping to kill it.”

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Even More Adoption! This is a VERY cracky AU where Rey time travels to the past and promptly gets adopted by the ghost crew (minus Sabine, who is on Krownest) and she and ezra and sabine have a groupchat full of chaos. Also Sabine is force-sensitive and doesn't know it (but she finds out.)

partner in crime I can’t believe you actually didn’t know You had to know, right? Sabine How would I know IF NOBODY TOLD ME partner in crime How else could you always sense when I was about to get into trouble??? Sabine Your vibes!! partner in crime vibes that you were sensing with the force Sabine Ok Well then Anything ELSE you want to tell me?????? [partner in crime is typing] … [partner in crime is typing] partner in crime we have a force bond also rey is borrowing your room [several people are typing]

#thank you for the ask!! :)#rebelvengers AU #the dumpsterverse #and they were cellmates #even more adoption au #fic snippet #fic sneak peek

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kanerallels · 2 years ago

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For my 501st follower celebration from this ask, a fic for @ladywren7! Au #73, the Time Travel Au. Rated G, with major character death implied

The first time it happened, he didn’t really understand.

One minute, he was on the bridge of the Chimaera, facing off with Thrawn. Or, rather, he was defeating Thrawn. And launching himself into the unknown with a ship full of enemies and a handful of purrgil as backup.

Generally speaking, it wasn’t Ezra’s best idea.

But it was the only one he had. It was the only way out for his home. Sometimes, you had to make the sacrifice. Like Kanan had taught him.

So he’d done it. And as hyperspace had rushed to meet them he felt this awful twist, and—

He reeled backwards, his head spinning. Every bone in his body hurt, like he’d been shoved into a small space he didn’t really fit in. Stumbling backwards a little, he caught himself on the low wall behind him and gasped for breath. Ow. What just— wait.

As he blinked the spots out of his vision, Ezra registered the familiarity of his surroundings. He wasn’t on the Chimaera any more. He was on a rooftop in Lothal.

What? Frowning, Ezra cautiously stepped forward, looking around. There was something strangely familiar about this particular rooftop, like he knew it somehow. Is this real? Or is it just a Force vision? He was too familiar with those to totally rule that possibility out. Swiping his hair out of his eyes, he started towards the roof’s edge— and then froze again.

His hair. His hair was supposed to be short. Cut close to his scalp.

So why was it long enough to brush his jawline? Like he hadn’t had a haircut in months. Like… when he’d first met the crew.

No way, Ezra thought. That’s impossible. But he remembered how he’d rescued Ahsoka, and how the hyperspace jump had felt, like he was being shoved into a too small space.

Or… a too small body?

Reaching up, he touched his cheek where the two scars from the Inquisitor’s lightsaber were. But his fingers met only smooth skin. Oh, crap. Does that mean—

Taking a step forward, he peered over the edge of the roof— and saw the ponytailed figure of Kanan Jarrus. His dead master. Looking years younger than the last time Ezra had seen him.

This was the day he’d first met him. Somehow, Ezra had wound up in the past.

He did his best to keep up after that. Followed along with events similarly to how they’d gone the first time through. But it was so much harder to just toss Kanan a snarky salute and zip out of there, instead of hurling himself into his master’s arms. His master, who he missed so much.

Still, Kanan didn’t remember him— Ezra’s prevailing theory was that only people on the Chimaera, or possibly only him and Thrawn, since they’d been most directly involved with the purrgil, could remember what happened— so he played along. Pretended like his heart didn’t leap with joy at the sight of Sabine, and Hera, and Zeb. Force, he was even glad to see Chopper.

He stuck to the timeline as long as he could.

And then, he didn’t any more. Ezra figured he was here for a reason. It was his job to figure out that reason, and help as many people as possible.

So he saved lives. He helped them evade the Grand Inquisitor, and Gall Trayvis. He tried to save Kanan at the comm tower— but his master wouldn’t leave. Ezra reluctantly let him, knowing they’d get him back. And they did.

He managed to prevent Minister Tua from dying, and got the Rebellion important intel. He played mediator on Seelos and kept them out of the way of the two new Inquisitors. When the question of a base came up, Ezra nudged them towards the planet where Chopper picked up AP-5.

He hadn’t been sure if it was the right idea. But when they made it to Malachor, and he ran into Maul again, Ezra let him come with. But when Kanan voiced doubts, he made sure his master knew he agreed. “Just stay out of his way,” Ezra begged him. “Be careful, okay? Trust that I can keep myself out of danger.”

A confused Kanan had agreed— and somehow, made it out with his eyesight intact. Ezra breathed a sigh of relief. The months between Malachor and Kanan’s return had hurt, and he knew it would still hurt, even knowing what he did.

Things had gotten… a little confusing at that point.

Mainly because Ahsoka made it out alive.

And Ezra was pretty sure that was something he did.

So he did a little casual snooping, while Kanan and Hera reunited, and everyone else tried to figure out what was next. And it turned out that the Ahsoka who was here? This wasn’t the Ahsoka who’d been fighting with them the past few months.

This was the Ahsoka from Ezra’s timeline. And she had her memories, same as him.

She still needed a little catching up, but it was nice to have someone else who knew what was going on.

Unfortunately, there was someone else who knew what was going on. Sort of. And he showed up right on time, in all his red-eyed, blue-skinned glory. Thrawn had his memories, same as Ezra. But he seemed to be playing it safe, just to see what Ezra would do.

So Ezra kept going, kept saving people. He handled Maul, made sure Sabine found the darksaber, supported her through that. (And still teased her a little. This was the one area he was better at something than her— was he supposed to resist it?)

And when Thrawn’s fleet found Atollon, Ezra was ready. He made sure everyone escaped safely, even Commander Sato. And when the crew, plus Kallus, made it out, he let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this could be better this time.

But then. Lothal came. Hera still ran the blockade, the Rebellion still refused any real help until the last minute, and Pryce still caught Hera.

Ezra did everything in his power to convince Kanan to stay. But his master wasn’t about to let the woman he loved be in danger and do nothing.

So, for the second time, Ezra lost his master. And despite everything, despite all his frantic working and planning, he still wound up on the bridge of a Star Destroyer. Just him, Thrawn, and the purrgil.

But then he woke up as Kanan helped him and the crate of blasters onto the Ghost. And that was when Ezra realized it.

He was stuck in a time loop. This wasn’t a second chance. This was a “get it right and you get your second chance, otherwise you’re stuck reliving this over and over again”.

So Ezra went to work.

It didn’t really go as planned. For one thing, Thrawn seemed to have put this together, too. And he had decided to hound Ezra as long and hard as he could, ruining every plan he could. But Ezra was stubborn, too. He would go through this loop as many times as he had to— a loop that he quickly became aware was growing smaller with every go round. Every time he woke up, time had passed since his previous awakening— in order to get it right.

He grew bolder. Prevented bigger things, or at least he tried to. Some things seemed to be a fifty-fifty chance, like Kanan going blind. He got rid of Inquisitors and… well, he tried to get rid of Maul. He seemed to be pretty consistent, though.

But Thrawn kept throwing bigger things at him— more Inquisitors, more troops, more everything. And Ezra was finding it hard to keep up on his own.

And then he did something that he hadn’t tried before. He brought someone else into the time loop with him.

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Sabine knew what Ezra was planning. She’d seen the look in his eyes, and knew the odds just as well as he had. So she’d let him go.

And about five minutes later she’d regretted it.

And so, somehow— she still wasn’t quite sure how— she’d snuck onto the Chimaera after him. She’d made it onto the bridge just as the purrgil showed up, which she hadn’t expected. But Ezra had this really bad habit of making plans and then refusing to share them with others, so it wasn’t really her fault.

Diving under a tentacle, she pushed her way into the bridge, where Ezra had Thrawn pinned. Around them, Sabine could feel the thrumming in the air that was the Force— and something else, as the tentacles surrounding them flashed.

We’re about to jump to hyperspace.

This was his plan?

Ezra was saying something as she moved out into the open. A stormtrooper moved towards her, and Sabine shot him before he could take another step. The sound of blaster fire caught Ezra’s attention, and he looked towards her. His eyes went wide with horror. “Sabine?”

And then they made the jump and everything hurt, in a way that was Wrong. Sabine stumbled backwards, smacking into something. Her stomach churned, and she clenched her teeth, eyes squeezing shut. Don’t be sick. Don’t be.

The turmoil swirling around them seemed to still as Ezra’s voice came again, this time closer. “Oh, boy. Uh, Sabine? Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Sabine mumbled, taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she said, “That plan was— AHHH!”

Letting out a very undignified yelp, she leapt backwards from Ezra Bridger. But it wasn’t her Ezra. It looked more like Ezra when they’d first met him— long hair, scruffy clothes and an overall scrawny look. “What the kriff?” she demanded.

“Don’t panic,” Ezra said, holding up his hands. “It’s okay— we just went back in time a little bit.”

“We WHAT? How? Wait, what color’s my hair?”

“Orange and blue,” Ezra told her. “I think this is… right after Zeb and I stole that TIE fighter?”

Sabine rubbed at her face as she blearily took in their surroundings. They were in the Ghost kitchen— but it looked different. Some of the paintings she’d done on the wall were gone, as were some of Kanan’s newer implements. This can’t be happening.

But she took another look at the much shorter Ezra, who was gazing at her earnestly, and knew it was.

“What. Just happened,” she said, propping her hands on her hips. “Particularly how and why, too.”

Clearing his throat, Ezra said, “So, in coming on the bridge of the Chimaera— like I specifically told you not to—”

“You did no such thing. Also, since when do I listen to you?”

“Fair. Well, when you did that, you kinda got yourself… caught in a time loop with me?”

Sabine’s eyebrows shot up. “What?”

“I’ve been reliving my time with the crew repeatedly,” Ezra said matter of factly. Then he frowned. “Well, kinda. Some parts seem to kinda get skipped over. Like, I’ll go to sleep and you and Ketsu’s mission already happened when I woke up, and I was there. Some things are on autoplay, I guess. But other things aren’t, which is where I change stuff.”

Rubbing her face with one hand, Sabine said, “Okay, let me get this straight. You’ve been time looping your way through the past four years, and changing stuff?”

“Trying to,” Ezra said. The expression that flashed across his face was far, far too old for a fourteen year old to be wearing. Although Sabine supposed he wasn’t technically fourteen.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “It’s because of the purrgil, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah, but Thrawn and I seem to be the only ones who remember anything,” Ezra said with a frown. “Well, except Ahsoka.”

“Ahsoka?”

“Yeah, she… long story short, she gets her memories of the original timeline back on Malachor.”

Sabine lifted her eyebrow at him. “What’s the long story?”

“Really, really long,” Ezra said. “But I’ll tell you someday.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Sabine told him. Starting to pace back and forth, she said, “Okay. So you’ve been changing stuff. Like what?”

“Well, for one, Ahsoka doesn’t always come back with us from Malachor,” Ezra said. “For another… we lose people. Commander Sato, some of the others. I’ve tried to save him in as many loops as possible. In— in some of them, I even kept Kanan from getting blinded.”

The catch in his voice was obvious, and Sabine felt an internal pang at the memory of how much both he and Kanan had been through during those six months. But that hadn’t been the first time he’d handled that.

“Ezra— how many times have you done this loop?”

Ezra’s gaze flicked downwards, and his voice held a note of forced casualness as he said, “Oh, like eighty-six or so.”

“EIGHTY-SIX?”

“SSSSH! The others will hear you!” Ezra hissed. “But… yeah. Not all of them were the full loop, though. Turns out that when you die, the time loop resets.”

Sabine stared at him, shock stabbing through her. “You— you’ve died?”

“A couple times, yeah. First time Thrawn did a little orbital bombardment thing. A couple times the Inquisitors got me, and Vader did once. Oh, and Maul, obviously. And the fight on Atollon, once— what?”

Sabine shook her head. “Nothing, I just— you’ve been doing all this alone?”

Shrugging, Ezra said, “No one else knew. And no one would have believed me. I couldn’t really ask for help.”

“You have it now,” Sabine told him firmly, and a smile crossed his face.

“Thanks.”

“So,” Sabine said briskly. “How do we break this time loop?”

Sighing, Ezra said, “I have a theory. The one thing that’s been the same every time has been… Kanan.”

Sabine swallowed hard, pain shooting through her chest. He’s not dead here. Which means… we can save him. “Challenge accepted,” she said with a shrug. “We have a Jedi to save.”

#501st follower celebration #star wars rebels #swr #ezra bridger #sabine wren #time travel au #hehehehehe i love this time travel au. so much #it's one i would happily write more for someday #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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kbirbpods · 8 months ago

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Voiceteam 2024 has brought about the need for a new pinned Dear Podficcer Letter! This is kind of a year-round one of sorts for ease of access. This are the fandoms/tropes/etc that I always love, not just what I am hyperfixated on! For events I tend to focus on hyperfixations + always have the section about what I will make outside of my wants ~

So, please look below the cut for my general letter.

Recent-ish letters: Purimgifts '24 | ITPE '23 | Summer Swap '23

Things I Like, Regardless of Fandom:

THEMES: trans/nonbinary characters (extra points for neopronouns); gender exploration in general; found family (genfic or otherwise); angst with a happy ending; polyamory; good asexual or aromantic representation; genfic

TROPES: fix-it fics!! extra points for time travel or time loops in fix its; fake dating/marriage; mutual pining; soulmates (AU or just clearly soulmates); crack treated seriously; rivals-to-friends/lovers; oops only one bed; secret identities

CROSSOVERS!

AUs: soulmates soulmates soulmates; regency era (or any different era); modern AU; crossovers, provided i know the other fandom or the fic doesn’t require knowledge of the other fandom!; college/sport AU; fantasy/fae AUs

Star Wars AUs/Tropes (yes they need their own categories): no Order-66/Order-66 happens differently; force sensitive clones; Jon Antilles lives; [insert clone here] lives; Anakin doesn’t fall; Palpatine dies; Domino Squad Lives; force sensitive Leia; modern AUs; trans clones

PODFIC SPECIFIC: anything epistolary (texting/chat fics especially but letters and such are also fun to explore); including music / SFX if you’re comfortable; including bloopers if you have them/are comfortable exposing them

RATINGS: Contrary to popular belief I do not hate explicit fics so really any rating but I generally prefer G-M because I can be picky about what explicit content I’m absorbing.

Do Not Wants (triggers, squicks, please no):

major archive warnings (major character death is okay so long as it’s temporary and resolved); unhappy endings; I really don’t like pregnancy, which includes MPREG (I like omegaverse dynamics minus that aspect) - kidfic is cool I just don’t want pregnancy as a theme & especially not graphic depictions of it; suicide/self-harm “on screen” (mentions of past suicidal ideation/self harm are fine if not a flashback/graphic); non-/dub-con or any depictions of rape (once again, recovery is okay if done well); adult/minor relationships or relationships with unaddressed/starkly imbalanced power dynamics; any sort of poorly depicted mental health tropes (no BPD or other personality disorder bashing, no institutionalization, no “split personality” as a trope) - i really like explorations of PTSD/trauma but it has to be handled with fidelity and gentleness; and I have a random trigger about cockroaches

as a note: I do not like slave!fic but acknowledge that the situation of the clones is, at it’s core, a form of slavery. so while i ask for slave!fic AUs to be fully avoided, I do appreciate fics that tackle that aspect of the Clone Wars series with tact, fidelity, and honesty.

Fandoms & Characters I Would Love to Receive:

Star Wars: I love so much Star Wars that to split them like I did on AO3 would make this post too long. I think it’s easiest to say this: I prefer Clone Wars, Rebels, Rogue One/Andor, anything about Jon Antilles, anything about Hevy & the Domino Squad, anything Ahsoka Tano, Mandalorian culture (including Din & Grogu content!), and Mandoa as a language.

My main ships are: Cody/Obi-Wan, Kallus/Zeb, Hevy/anyone (consensual), Finn/Poe or Finn/Poe/Rey, blackkat rarepairs (mainly Jon Antilles/anyone), Jon Antilles & Fay (platonic), Waxer/Boil, Fives/Echo, Kanan/Hera, Quinlan/Fox(/Jon), Quinlan/Obi-Wan(/Cody), & Fox/Bail/Breha [also Clone OC ships!!] My favorite characters are: Hevy, Fox, Cody, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Leia, Poe, Fives, Luke, Jon Antilles, Fay (Legends)

Ted Lasso: My favorite ships are Roy/Keeley/Jamie, Ted/Trent, Roy/Keeley, and Jamie/Dani. Ted & Rebecca as platonic soulmates/besties in general. I love explorations of how much Dr. Jacob sucks and fix-its for the ending!

Batfam/DC: I can be picky and yet not? Basically, I just prefer no inner-Batfam fics of the boys because I truly view them as brothers. Jason is my boy forever & always. My favorite ships are Jason Todd/Roy Harper(/Kori), Dick Grayson/Wally West, Harley/Ivy, Tim Drake/Kon, Tim/Bernard, Tim/Kon/Bernard, and Wally/Artemis from Young Justice. This is the fandom that I specifically am obsessed with found family in. – I love exploring Alfred being the boys’ Grandpa and Bruce’s complex dadhood!

The Locked Tomb: I’m definitely Gideon/Harrow on main; I really like fics where one or both of them are trans/nonbinary. Nona is my favorite character so explorations of her found family (the household or the friends or all of them) are important to me. Cam/Pal is important to me. I love modern AUs a lot.

Our Flag Means Death: Obviously Blackbeard/Stede is a big deal and I ship it forever. But my heart belongs to Jim/Olu and any explorations of Jim’s gender identity! Pining Izzy Hands makes me weak, as long as he’s not being abusive towards Edward or Stede, so Izzy/Ed or Izzy/Ed/Stede is always choice.

ATLA: Always and forever a Zuko/Sokka shipper, specifically obsessed with found family in this, gen fic exploring the universe at all is super important to me!!!

All for the Game: Jean/Jeremy forever and always. I will always always eat up Jerejean fics. Of course Andrew/Neil. Renee/Allison. Andrew/Neil/Kevin is perfection. And really just... Gen fics around the Foxes or Trojans will always bring me so much joy.

A RARE ASK: I am super into both Dragon Age & Mass Effect. The former is much easier to find fandom for and there are a lot of fics with blanket permission statements. For Dragon Age, DA:O is my favorite (especially Alistair) or any sort of Hawke!centric fics. But in April 2024 I became re-obsessed with Mass Effect & anticipate it lasting a while. My rare ask is for Mass Effect fics - specifically Shep/Garrus or Shep/Liara (or them as a triad). Or gen fic!! But I feel like I am on an island here lol

MISC OTHERS: The Old Guard; First Kill; The Adventure Zone (Balance & Amnesty); Red, White and Royal Blue; Good Omens; The Tarot Sequence; Teen Wolf; Fallout (New Vegas, Fo4, & the show); Legend of Zelda; and Buffy (especially genfic & crossovers).

Authors with BP that I love, as a starting point:

Flowerparrish, trixree, wanderingjedihistorian, hoebiwan, blackkat, cac0daemonia, elismor_aswell, SunsetsOverLA, friendoftheJabberwock

#dear podficcer #voiceteam #voiceteam 2024 #summer swap 2024 #(just in case)#podfic #dear creator #podficcer #kbirb pods

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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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astudyinimagination · 3 months ago

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Okay, okay, so what I'm hoping in the future is to return to my Star Wars AUs, and these are all going to take a lot of planning, but I'd like to continue them and actually finish them. Because, looking back at them, there's some good stuff in there! I want these finished just for me! :D

But if you guys want them, too, here's what I hope to get back to:

Legacy of Thrawn: AU to the Hand of Thrawn duology, wherein Thrawn's clone wakes up before Luke and Mara can kill him, and convinces them to let him help them restore order to the galaxy. This one is VERY old — I dropped it in 2010 and never finished it. It's so old that I am a significantly different person with significantly better writing skills, and I have a desperate need not just to finish the thing but rewrite it. I just... I know so much more than I did when I was twenty. xD

The Gentleness That Comes not from the Absence of Violence: My "Padmé Lives" AU. Padmé survives childbirth and takes her twins, Obi-Wan, and several of her handmaidens with her into hiding. This was my last NaNoWriMo project, and I think it's one of the best things I've ever written. The story isn't just about how Padmé's survival changes events, but how she copes with everything that's happened to her. She and Obi-Wan and the handmaidens... and eventually Ahsoka. (It was also written before the Padmé novels, so it's not rooted in the novels E.K. Johnston wrote, with all due respect to her.)

The Hermit and the Orphan: The "Obi-Wan adopts Mara" AU. Nine-year-old Mara Jade discovers that her beloved Emperor murdered her parents, and runs away... and right into Obi-Wan Kenobi on Tatooine. They proceed to adopt each other, and Mara becomes best friends with Biggs Darklighter and Luke Skywalker.

Where Light Can Be: The "Mara joins the Rebellion" AU. Same starting point, different age — Mara makes her life-changing discovery a year after the destruction of the first Death Star, and defects to the Rebellion. She ends up joining Rogue Squadron, and joins Luke on his quest to learn more about the Jedi, hoping to learn how to use her abilities in ways that don't remind her of Palpatine. Of course, she and Luke fall in love, which will have a significant impact on the aftermath of Bespin...

Star-Crossed: The hardest of all of these. Sherlock Holmes in the Star Wars universe fusion. What do an orphan-turned-Jedi, a Chiss healer, a Queen, and a Senator-turned-Chancellor have in common? Oh, that they're a private consulting detective, a former army doctor, the doctor's wife, and a mathematics professor in another universe...

Unnamed Leia time-travel AU: Double Agent Vader AU, never started. Sometime before the Battle of Hoth, Leia falls back in time to the Clone Wars, to meet General Kenobi and his former apprentice who seems eerily familiar. When she finally meets Padmé Amidala, the mysteries of her biological family and her mentor Ekkreth finally start to fall into place. Permission to write the AU given by Fialleril years ago, and I had forgotten that until recently! And now that I have some pieces of the story in my head, I am not letting this one go again!

So that's... it, I'm pretty sure. That's the stuff that I've started, mostly within the past decade, that I really want to continue. And I'm hoping to have time this coming winter to do it. (I have... other commitments plus family stuff that is definitely going to keep me from fic writing until then.)

But in the meantime, if you want to come chat with me about stuff, ask me questions... I would be so happy to talk about all the ideas I've got that are hopefully going to all make it onto AO3 someday!

#Sky talks about her writing #Star Wars

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Blue training his command’ika in hand to hand combat 🥺

Blue looked at tiny little Ashanii and was like, "I have a daughter now, this is fine."

"Captain," Commander Cody looks over at his slightly younger brother, and then at the child hanging from his back and then back at his brother, "You appear to have a growth." "How dare you. This is my child. I birthed her with my own body." Blue replies in total deadpan. Ashanii giggle as she lays her head on Blue's shoulder. "Vod. Why are you carrying around a Jedi Commander." "Because she doesn't want to walk, obviously." "Obviously." Ashanii echoes with a big yawn. "Besides, she's been working hard and is tired." Cody sighs, "Put her down, Blue." "Respectfully, sir, I don't take orders from you." Blue says cheerfully. "Last time I checked, I'm still Marshal Commander." "Last I checked, my command'ika still outranks you." "Why are you like this?" Cody asks with a sigh. "I was trained with Delta Squad, Commander. They, apparently, rubbed off on me."

#star wars #star wars au #ahsoka travels to the past au

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The time traveler ahsoka au has me floored!!! You killed me with the one where both of them have infinite sadness, and might I present to u a potential ric to be converted into a 5+1???

I would gladly write a 5 + 1 of time traveler Ahsoka with like.

1 AU where Qui-Gon trains Anakin instead,

1 AU where Anakin isn’t a Jedi

1 AU where Obi-Wan isn’t a Jedi

1 AU where Obi-Wan leaves the Order to be with Satine

1 AU where the Force raises its eyebrows and switches their ages because Ahsoka is so sure Master Skywalker would be normal about Padawan Kenobi

1 AU where neither of them are Jedi and Ahsoka decides to put them in an arranged marriage because both of them hate when someone tells them what to do so they’ll obviously hate their arranged marriage spouse, right ???

And then a chapter of a whole bunch of failed AUs where Ahsoka resets almost immediately

and then probably a final chapter as a +1 where it’s revealed the Force has just been letting Ahsoka play around in a sandbox for a bit while she grieves and processes and the original timeline has not been changed at all and Ahsoka is like so no one’s ever going to be happy!! and the Force is like wrong think again with a whole montage of new republic happiness ending with force ghost anakin and obi-wan reuniting after Vader dies 🥹

#asks #obikin #time traveler Ahsoka au #something something terrible things happened and you can’t actually make them disappear from your past #etc etc

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beatrice-otter · 8 months ago

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May the Fourth be with you!

Star Wars Fic Masterpost

Original Trilogy

Introductions (1785 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Lando Calrissian, Luke Skywalker, Chewbacca (Star Wars) Additional Tags: First Impressions, Missing Scene

Lando's first impression of Luke Skywalker wasn't very positive. Dumb kid who stumbled into the Empire's crosshairs somehow and then wandered into an incredibly obvious trap and needed to be rescued by the very friends he was supposed to be rescuing.

Ghost Stories (2609 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Anakin Skywalker, Chewbacca Additional Tags: Jedi, Post-Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, Force Ghosts

After Endor, Luke gets something he's always wanted

Heroes and History (1074 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Leia Organa Additional Tags: Vignette, Philosophy, Jedi, Leadership

Obi-Wan escaped the Death Star. The morning before the medal ceremony, Leia comes to find him.

What I'm Afraid Of (1178 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Owen Lars, Luke Skywalker, Beru Whitesun Additional Tags: Kid Fic An hour in the life of Owen Lars

Ghosts in the Dark (1284 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Luke Skywalker, Han Solo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst, PTSD,

Han and Luke, prisoners together in Jabba's dungeon. Vader's torture was very thorough. AU.

Friends and Enemies (650 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Resonance (478 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anakin Skywalker/Padme Amidala Characters: Darth Vader, Leia Organa Additional Tags: Angst, Empire Strikes Back Vader and Leia, on Bespin.

A Fugitive and a Wanderer (1407 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi

I shall be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth, and anyone who meets me may kill me.

Prequel Trilogy/Clone Wars

Revenge of the Zillo Beast (4140 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Mace Windu Additional Tags: Episode: s02e19 The Zillo Beast Strikes Back, Episode Related, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Loop, Fix-It, Sheev Palpatine Gets Eaten by a Zillo Beast,

Mace and Anakin have killed the Zillo Beast every way they can think of in different time loops. Maybe killing the Beast won't solve the problem?

Lessons Learned (1385 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Shmi Skywalker Additional Tags: Angst, Kid Fic, Pre-Movie

Third birthdays, in the temple crèche and a slave ship.

Sequel Trilogy

What Once Was Lost (6898 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars), Luke Skywalker Additional Tags: Finn is a Skywalker, Kidnapping, Philosophy, Jedi Code

Neither Rey nor Finn ever knew their family. Sometimes the Force moves in mysterious ways.

Multi-Era

Past Lives (16696 words) by Beatrice_Otter Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Finn (Star Wars), Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It

This is the craziest thing that's ever happened to Finn, and that's saying something. All he wants to do is get back home, but that may not be possible. Failing that, he'd like to change things ... but the First Order's history classes for stormtroopers leave a lot to be desired.

(This one is on hiatus because I have no idea what happens next, I knew I shouldn't have tried posting a WIP ...)

Vast Beyond Knowing (The Details Remix) (5579 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anakin Skywalker & Shmi Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Owen Lars & Luke Skywalker & Beru Whitesun, Rey & Luke Skywalker Additional Tags: Desert, Meta, landscape as a character, Religion, Mysticism, Jedi Training,

Anakin, Luke, Rey. The desert taught them much. But not everything.

What You Are (the Certain Point of View Remix) (1325 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala Additional Tags: Angst, Vignette, Remix

Three people look up at the stars at night.

Crossovers

Undiscovered Stars (7755 words) by Beatrice_Otter Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lando Calrissian/James T. Kirk Additional Tags: Aliens Make Them Get Married, Marriage of Convenience, Stranded

Just how far out in the Unknown Regions was he, Lando wondered, that they didn't use hyperdrives?

Currency (4265 words) by Beatrice_Otter Fandom: Babylon 5 (TV 1993), Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Han Solo, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Londo Mollari, Jeffrey Sinclair, Susan Ivanova Additional Tags: Crossover, Business

Han and Chewie take a job carrying cargo to a place so far out in Wild Space they've never even heard of the Empire. Or the Jedi.

Legends

Dawning Understanding (6870 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Mara Jade, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa Additional Tags: Sedoretu, Polyamory

Leia, Han, and Luke have 3/4 of a sedoretu. Mara would make a perfect addition ... if she decides to take the leap.

Home Is Not A Place (14404 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Lando Calrissian, Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Polyamory, Therapy, Past Brainwashing, Polyamory Negotiations

They all have different wants and needs. Somehow, they're going to figure this out.

From That Eternal Silence (1649 words) by Beatrice_Otter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Luke Skywalker, Rostek Horn Additional Tags: Jedi

Tho' much is taken, much abides

#star wars #fanfiction #fanfic

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i-have-zero-social-skills · 9 months ago

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Chapter One of My Time Travel Fix-It AU

Okay, so the idea for this AU was born when I came up with a concept for a time travel fix it AU where an original character enters the World Between Worlds. Her past is that she was kidnapped by the Empire as a baby to be trained as a Dark acolyte for Sidious. She eventually realizes all the suffering she went through was because of Sidious, so she is determined to get revenge on him. She sneaks into his palace, and finds him performing a Dark ritual to access the World Between Worlds. (This is in season 4 of Rebels). She interrupts the ritual, so her essence is pulled into the World Between Worlds. Then she sees an important moment from Sidious’ past. Him fighting Mace in his office. (This is before Anakin arrives at the Senate building). (Also Kit, Agen, and Saesee are still barely alive but they are slowly dying from their wounds). My OC does something in the World Between Worlds, so the Jedi In Sidious’ office in that moment and the version of Sidious from season 4 of Rebels are pulled back in time as everything is reset to 41 BBY. Ezra and Ahsoka have some memories of the old timeline, but those memories only appear in dreams since Ezra and Ahsoka weren’t born yet in 41 BBY. This is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53240830/chapters/134725726

#agen kolar #mace windu #kit fisto #saesee tiin #my fic #time travel #fix it fic #star wars fanfiction #the world between worlds #Sith get screwed

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azertyrobaz · 1 year ago

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Satellites (5/7)

What if Grogu hadn’t returned to Din in The Book of Boba Fett? What if he hadn’t been given a choice? – Modern AU setting: Grogu is now twelve, and he has to rely on his memories as a young child to track down the person who changed his life. The only person he knows who will be able to protect him from the bad man. The bad man who precipitated his separation from the only family he’s ever known. He embarks on a road trip to piece together his past, and reconnect with the people who might help him find his family again.

Read below or on ao3.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Grogu couldn’t let go of his father’s neck. He was still shaking. He thought he’d never see him again. He thought he’d be stuck there forever with all the bad men.

“He doesn't want to go with you,” his deep voice rumbled. He turned around slowly in his arms and saw the other man there. His name was Luke. He looked kind. He’d explained he came from the place where they had sent those tests his dad had made him fill out a few weeks back. The ones Ahsoka had suggested. They’d been easy. But fun. Numbers were fun. Always. But now that he was actually there to take him to his school…

“He wants your permission.”

Grogu stared into his father’s eyes. They were a lighter shade of brown than his but right now they looked completely black. He seemed sad. And scared.

“He is the smartest child I have ever met, but he needs proper schooling and guidance. I can provide both.”

The young boy exhaled deeply. This was going too fast. He’d just been reunited with his dad and he already had to say goodbye? No, he wanted to stay.

“Hey, go on,” his father urged, turning him towards Luke again. He didn’t look angry, he was just waiting for him.

“That's who you belong with. He's like you.”

They’d talked about it. Many times. He was six now and he needed to go to school. They couldn’t travel together anymore, it was too risky and people would ask questions. School sounded okay, especially if he’d get to learn some more about numbers. And school wasn’t forever, right? They’d travel again. Just the two of them. It was only for a little while. It wouldn’t be too scary.

“I'll see you again, I promise.”

Grogu hugged his father one last time. He felt him flinch then hug him back just as hard.

“All right, pal. It's time to go. Don't be afraid.”

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He couldn’t sleep.

Ahsoka had parked her car a couple of miles away from the address Greef had given him, declaring she was too exhausted to go further, and had promptly closed her eyes. Her breaths were deep and regular. She was either fast asleep or a very good actress. Because nothing was stopping him from grabbing his bag and finishing the journey on foot – she’d probably counted on him doing just that. He didn’t doubt for a second that she was as tired as she said, though. As far as he was aware, she hadn’t slept while they were at Bo-Katan’s place, and she’d done nothing but driving for days.

Grogu didn’t feel like leaving the car just yet. His mind was a whirlwind. He was also running on fumes, but he was too on edge to rest.

His father was right at the end of this track.

Well, his cabin, at least. Which was a start.

It was funny that they basically had to retrace their steps all the way back to Nevarro, even if Ahsoka had groaned at the prospect of the 4+ hours journey. The address for the cabin was about an hour away from the small town, in the middle of a sparse forest, with tiny ponds of clear water here and there. It didn’t even have a name on the map they’d looked at and they hadn’t passed another car since they’d found the barely discernible track.

It was definitely the right spot. The one he’d been searching for all this time. And he was terrified.

Grogu looked at Ahsoka sitting next to him and still doing a good job at pretending (or not) to be asleep. When he’d announced that he’d found his dad’s cabin that morning, there had been no doubt in his mind that she would be the one driving him there. And yet Bo-Katan’s reaction had surprised him. She’d turned into a completely different person once he’d mentioned Moff Gideon – she was on a mission. She had a goal. A crew to assemble. A plan to devise. She’d even given him a stiff hug when they said their goodbyes, Ahsoka promising she’d get Din to call her – her way to apologize for earlier, he guessed.

If they found his dad, he hoped he wouldn’t rush after Gideon immediately. But then, wasn’t that the reason why he had been looking for him in the first place? So that he could save him one more time? Make sure he would never be subjected to his experiments again?

Grogu shuddered and rifled through his backpack. He didn’t want to think about it. When he felt too overwhelmed, he would only be able to relax by writing things down. Compartmentalize. Rationalize. He smiled slightly when he saw what he’d already written and crossed out in his notebook:

New car: yellow convertible Corvette?

No news for 4 years: moved abroad? work with military? bad injury + “retired”?

Boba Fett: be careful –> didn’t follow me

Came to the institute 4-5 years ago: why? turned away but not forbidden to come back

Asked Omera + Ahsoka to take care of me: couldn’t/refused

Give Winta her sweater + money back: ask to keep the sweater?

Luke knows I’m okay

ALIVE

He underlined the last word a few more times. He wanted to write down the address Greef had given him, make it even more real, but he thought it was probably safer not to – his father had gone through a lot of trouble to hide where he was, and enough people already knew the place: Greef himself, who’d actually promised on the phone that he hadn’t revealed it to anyone else, and now Ahsoka, Bo-Katan, and him.

Looking at his notes wasn’t proving very helpful to figure out what he would say to him when he saw him, but at least he felt a little better. The last few days had been eye-opening, in more ways than one, and they had strangely allowed him to get to know the man he called his father better, despite not having spoken to him for six years.

Grogu thought he understood why he’d tried to give him away – partly, at least – but he hoped he’d get the chance to say his piece. Maybe they couldn’t be reunited the way he wanted them too, but he might be able to tell him how he felt, something he’d been incapable to do as a six year old. And he couldn’t help feeling a little hopeful after hearing Bo-Katan’s assumption that he’d grown weary of his line of work. Perhaps there was room for him in his life now?

“There’s something I still haven’t figured out,” said Ahsoka, sounding wide awake and making him jump about a foot on his seat. “Where were you before you reached Nevarro? I tracked you down around Chicago, then all the way to that car mechanic in Nevada, but then I lost you again.”

Grogu smiled discretely and tried very hard not to look at his sweater – Winta’s sweater, the one he wanted to keep – which spelled ‘Sorgan Lothcats’ on his chest and would have been a dead giveaway.

“I was with friends,” he said simply. “I rested for a while, it was nice.”

Ahsoka hummed. “Well, kudos for losing me, I guess.” And she made a big show of shaking his hand, which he thought quite funny.

Looking outside, he realized that their surroundings weren’t so different from Sorgan’s, which wasn’t very far from here either. Sure, the vegetation wasn’t as dense and the trees as tall, it wasn’t as pretty, but it was close. He wondered if his father had consciously – or unconsciously – chosen a similar setting to hide himself from the world.

“Should we go?” Ahsoka asked, and he nodded.

It was time.

************

“Think this is the place?”

They’d reached what appeared to be the end of the track. If it wasn’t for Greef’s clear instructions and coordinates, they would have gotten lost. Several times, they’d made a wrong turn somewhere and found themselves at a dead-end. There was no phone reception so they’d had to rely on Ahsoka’s ancient car GPS.

There stood a house. Well, house was perhaps an overstatement. It was a single story rectangular box. The walls were a mix of light colored wood panels and off-white smooth stucco. The flat roof had solar panels, antennas and a satellite dish. Grogu guessed it was completely off the grid. He could see a little vegetation poking here and there to help camouflage it some more. But that hidden away feel was completely ruined by the car parked just outside: a bright yellow vintage sports car.

“This is the place,” he answered Ahsoka’s question, certain.

They stopped on the side of the track, deeming it safer to walk the rest of the way just in case. Grogu’s legs felt like rubber as he mechanically put one foot in front of the other. This is the place. This is the place. This is the place.

“Looks like whoever lives here is on the way out,” she remarked. Too focused on calming his nerves by taking in slow breaths, sweaty palms balled into fists and eyes fixed on his threadbare sneakers, he hadn’t noticed that the trunk of the yellow car was open. Black plastic cases were already piled in the backseat. Sturdy, long cases he remembered very well, including what they held.

And then the front door of the house flew open, and out came a man armed with a rifle, ready to shoot. Ahsoka raised her arms slowly and said something Grogu didn’t hear because he had completely frozen. Fear and anticipation battling inside him to take precedence and preventing him from moving a muscle. The man was tall and broad, that was all he could see from that distance. As soon as the rifle was lowered though, he knew. Just as the man knew. And Grogu started breathing again.

He’d found him.

It only took his father a few strides to reach him, kneel on the floor, and grip his upper arms tightly in his large hands.

“Are you alright?” he asked urgently, the brown eyes which were too soft for the lines on his face and the hard angle of his jaw searching his. His voice was deep and concerned, the same it had always been. The same it had always sounded to Grogu. His hair was longer than he remembered, though. Same brown as his eyes. Shaggy, and curling over the top of his T-shirt collar with a bit of new silver threaded in at the sides. His salt and pepper scruff couldn’t mask that his face had thinned out, and some part of Grogu recognized that the last six years had been hard on him as well.

“Grogu?” he pressed, shaking him now, his grip almost painful, and the boy nodded mutely. His eyes were still taking everything in. Despite the man’s clear alarm, there was no hiding that warmth the boy had always seen on his face. A kindness that didn’t seem fake or put on to trick people intro trusting him.

“I’m okay,” he finally managed to say over the lump in his throat. And for the first time in a long time, he was telling the truth. His father nodded, but still his eyes wouldn’t leave his. Still his grip on his shoulders wouldn’t lessen.

“Skywalker called,” he explained, finally looking up towards Ahsoka. “Said the kid had run away but that you were trailing him. Then Kryze this morning. She mentioned Moff Gideon. They both wanted me to stay put in case you showed up, but I was about to come looking for you.” He angled his head towards his car, and the gun cases started making more sense.

“Luke has your number?” Grogu asked – that was a surprising piece of information.

“Of course he has my number,” his father replied with a frown.

“Can we come inside and talk?” Ahsoka suggested before Grogu had time to ask something else, as if she’d sensed they could be there a while, and his father stood up. He was just as tall as he remembered, which didn’t make sense after six years, but this was one of those things Grogu chose not to question. Same as with the look of resigned patience on his face, because it was the same look he often saw in the mirror.

The small house was sparsely furnished, but it was exactly like Grogu had imagined it: a mix of order and disorder that shouldn’t be possible, and yet worked perfectly. The tiny kitchen directly in front of them was neatly organized, dry food in glass jars on easily accessible shelves, plates and bowls piled just so above the fridge, and yet the counter had completely disappeared under several layers of newspapers, maps, drawings, notepads and empty coffee cups, making it impossible to sit down and eat there. The two bar stools were equally inaccessible, with carboard boxes precariously stacked on top of them.

On the left, the living room, visible through an archway, told a similar story. Bookcases, packed but efficiently arranged on the walls, sofa frayed but spotless, yet a chaotic assortment of knickknacks and abandoned projects on the coffee table. More empty cups. A disassembled rifle. Spare auto parts. Errant socks. Gadgets and electronic gizmos, either in the process of being upgraded or repaired. Doodles on the back of receipts. Like in the kitchen, the place wasn’t dirty. All the surfaces appeared to be clean. Which told Grogu that the layers of clutter were often cleared, before the whole process started again. Most likely when he ran out of coffee cups.

On the right were two closed doors, with more organized chaos on the other side of them he was sure. Visitors were probably a rare occurrence. Ahsoka smiled. His father sighed.

“Coffee?” he mumbled, quickly putting the carboard boxes sitting on the bar stools on the floor. He looked at the mess on the counter and realized there was no easy fix for that so gave up on the idea and walked behind it.

“Coffee sounds good,” Ahsoka agreed.

Grogu wanted to look at everything. Absorb each detail. But his eyes were still following his father’s every move, as if he’d disappear the second he looked away. He’d felt tangible relief at seeing the blue arrows on his hands earlier. They were still just as bright and just as striking. It looked like some of the other tattoos on his arms had gotten an upgrade, though. Same as with the ones he could just see peeking over the collar of his T-shirt. He hoped he’d get the opportunity to look at them more closely later, since each held a story. He remembered how his father had told him years ago how he’d use negative space to cover past tattoos. Past stories. Then create new ones. The blue arrows pointing forward on his hands had been his first tattoos, and the only ones using a color other than black. He’d stuck to black only afterwards since it didn’t require regular touch ups like the blue.

“Do you want some eggs?” his father interrupted his thoughts, and Grogu nodded, realizing he was starving. Ahsoka acquiesced as well. They’d been on the road for a while and it was midafternoon already.

“I’ll get some coffee too if you have milk,” he added and he saw surprise in his father’s eyes. The fact that he wasn’t six anymore was a difficult concept to wrap his mind around, something Grogu understood keenly.

“I have milk,” he confirmed.

“Place like this, I’d expect you to have a cow and some sheep. Goats. A llama. Chickens, too,” Ahsoka joked, sitting down atop one of the cleared stools.

“I’m not that self-sufficient,” his father smiled. “But I did think about it.”

“Sounds like a solid plan for retirement.”

“Yes. That and a vegetable patch. I’d be all set.”

Grogu looked at the two of them and wondered why they’d decided to banter. Had they even seen each other since Ahsoka turned him away at the institute five years ago? Was it because he was there and they didn’t want to broach difficult subjects in his presence? Was it to hide their anger?

“Bo-Katan certainly made it sound like you were considering voluntarily committing yourself to a nursing home,” Ahsoka added – this was of course an exaggeration, but Grogu had also heard the slight resentment in the other woman’s voice earlier that day.

“I’m not surprised,” his father chuckled. A sound that was rusty and almost foreign but not unwelcome. Grogu set his backpack at his feet and sat next to Ahsoka, his eyes following his dad’s every movement as he prepared coffee and made scrambled eggs on the wood stove.

“I’ll worry about Kryze later,” he sighed, handing them their cups and plates since there was nowhere to put them but on their own laps. “I’m sure she’s busy with Gideon anyway.” This he added with a small look in his direction, one that Grogu was sure meant they’d talk about it later. When he wasn’t around. He rolled his eyes but decided he was too hungry to get mad and ate his eggs, which turned out to be a precarious but enjoyable feat.

“You’re okay?” his father asked over the brim of his coffee cup, observing him from behind the counter – something Grogu hadn’t realized he’d been doing since he’d been too focused on his food. The simple question was loaded, but the boy nodded. Yes, he was feeling alright. Yes, he’d had enough food. Yes, he felt safe her. Yes, he trusted him to make things right again.

“I’m okay.”

“Gideon didn’t hurt you?”

“I saw him briefly when I left New York, never since, and he didn’t get the chance to hurt me,” he confirmed. He couldn’t believe how much easier it was to talk about it now that he was here. There was still fear, yes. But it didn’t feel like such a heavy weight anymore.

His father stared into his eyes, making sure he was telling the truth, nodded once, then turned towards Ahsoka. “Can I talk to you outside for a minute?”

“Sure,” she replied, standing up swiftly.

Grogu opened his mouth to complain, but his father gave him another look, one he remembered very well. “Feel free to look around but be careful with the guns.”

“Alright,” he grumbled, hoping that one word conveyed enough annoyance at being treated like a little kid. But he hadn’t missed the implications behind the man’s statement – he trusted him not to mess with his stuff. More than that, he trusted him with his precious weapons. He’d taught him about gun safety years ago and he still expected him to be careful now.

So Grogu let them have their talk outside – his dad hadn’t said anything specific about him not being allowed to take part in their conversation, but he’d give them a few minutes. He walked behind the counter to set his empty plate in the sink and let his eyes roam over the small kitchen. Everything looked a little worn but well cared for. He liked the fridge in particular: pale yellow and old-fashioned, the kind with a silver handle to pull open the door. He remembered the many pictures that had covered the one at Omera and Winta’s place. His father had only two things displayed on his: a shopping list in his surprisingly neat handwriting and a printed page with what looked like numbers on them. Grogu frowned and moved closer when he though he saw his name at the top of it.

This was his school report. Right there in black and white, the past semester’s grades for each of his classes and his standing. He was first in everything. Had Luke sent it to him? Had his father requested to see the reports? And kept up to date with his grades? Since when? The beginning?

Grogu didn’t know what to think. He felt part shock, part pride. And then he remembered the story Bo-Katan had told him that morning. That one time his father had mentioned him and said his kid was smarter than all of their crew put together. So maybe he’d been aware of his school progress all this time.

Still shaken, he decided to have a quick look behind the two closed doors he’d seen earlier. Maybe it would help him figure out what his father had been up to for the last six years. Behind the first door was a dark bedroom with a neatly made double bed pushed against a wall, a closed dresser he didn’t feel like snooping in, stacks of paperbacks in lieu of a bedside table, and a detailed star chart on the wall. Grogu traced some of the constellations he knew the name of with his finger. It was very soothing.

The last room seemed to be an office, with an old metallic desk against one wall with two laptops on it, and crammed bookcases on all the others. More electronic gadgets here and there, the ever present folded maps, a locked gun safe, and what looked like a CB radio. The one surprising thing about this room was the single bed under the window. Compared to everything else in this house, which was probably second or third-hand, it looked new. Sitting on it proved his assumption – it was extra comfortable, with a fluffy comforter and pillow. The bed sheets were a nice shade of blue and smelled like they’d recently been washed. With a pang of longing, Grogu realized that whoever got to sleep here was very lucky.

Done with feeling maudlin, he stood up, deciding he’d given his dad and Ahsoka enough time to talk on their own. He approached the porch slowly, but one of them had left the front door ajar, which made listening on their conversation easy. He didn’t feel like hiding though – he’d done that once already this morning, and he hadn’t liked the result. So he only caught the end of their exchange before he made his presence known.

“ – what I want has very little to do with whether he should or shouldn’t be here,” his dad said.

“You don’t want me to stay,” Grogu assumed immediately, interrupting whatever Ahsoka had meant to add.

“That is not what I said,” he replied levelly, any trace of guilt absent.

“Then what did you say?” he pushed, feeling another wave of exhaustion crash over him. He couldn’t stop thinking about that bed in the room next door. That comfortable bed that should be his but wasn’t.

“I told Ahsoka that since Skywalker isn’t fulfilling his role anymore, I will, and I won’t fail.”

“What role?”

“Making sure you’re safe.”

Ahsoka sighed and crossed her arms. She seemed displeased about something, but Grogu didn’t care right now. Couldn’t focus on what she was feeling. This moment was too important. He’d rehearsed it in his mind countless times.

“So I can stay?”

The answer took a while. “Until Gideon is caught, yes.”

Grogu held his breath. He looked into his father’s eyes. The moment stretched, but no one moved. No one blinked. No one flinched. The brown eyes remained steady.

“Okay,” the boy said.

Until Gideon was caught. That was plenty of time to convince him.

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