#ancient Jedi

[darth-jess]

Alright, I've been reading Star Wars Legends Epic Collection: Tales of the Jedi Volume 1 and I have to say, something that stands out to me is that the Je'daii do not have lightsabers yet!

Which makes sense of course, because they don't have hyperspace travel and they're only operating within the Tython system at this point in time (25,793 BBY). So they don't have access to kyber crystals. At this time, they use regular swords.

The first time they encounter a lightsaber (or a Forcesaber, as they call it) is when Xesh, this guy ⬇️

crash lands on Tython.

However, there's an interesting difference between Xesh's Forcesaber and lightsabers of later generations. Forcesabers can only be activated by using the Dark Side.

So when the Rakata (an alien enemy that is off enslaving the rest of the galaxy) come to Tython using Forcesabers, the Je'daii must build their own Forcesabers to combat them, since their regular swords are sliced to bits by the Rakata.

This isn't a huge problem for the Je'daii at this time, because they are not forbidden to use the Dark Side, they just must remain balanced. However, because they end up in a war with the Rakata, they must engage in battle with them quite often for about a year. Using the Forcesabers that long brings the Je'daii out of balance.

When the war is over, most of the Je'daii swear off using the Forcesabers to regain balance.

[stealingpotatoes]

Thinking about how each of TL4J got their lightsaber crystals and how each situation is unique to them, and then there's Din doing his best to get rid of the Darksaber and no one's taking it

i can think of one person who might wanna take it off his hands...

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[beskarfrog]

I never said I didn't want him, just that I can't have him

[the-senates-one-fear]

What do you mean Jango Fett was sold into slavery after watching his closest friends and most trusted warriors slaughtered by the Jedi?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS AROUND 22 WHEN HE LOST HIS FAMILY, HIS ARMOUR AND HIS PEOPLE??

HOW LONG WAS HE THERE??

[skyshipper]

HAPPY STAR WARS DAY - MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY (1977-1983)

[animatedjen]

“I take it you are finding plenty to occupy your mind.”

[Inspired by this mini-fic by @breakfastteatime !]

[cienie-isengardu]

Episode I: Journal of Anakin Skywalker by Todd Stasser

I also had a secret. But mine was private. It had to do with the dreams I had. My dreams were different from the dreams of other kids I knew. Take my friends Kitster and Seek, for instance. They both wanted to be pilots like me. But they dreamed of leaving Tatooine forever and never coming back. I dreamed about leaving, too. But I would come back. As a Jedi Knight. I dreamed about leading a slave rebellion here on Tatooine. I dreamed of holding a lightsaber, and of driving every last Hutt, criminal, and bounty hunter off this planet. But I had another secret as well. A dark secret. It was about the way my dreams always ended. It was a secret that frightened me, one I could never tell.

Star Wars Episode I Adventures #5: The Ghostling Children by Dave Wolverton

He stopped at a pile where an old Jawa silently leaned on a crooked stick. Its gloves were wrapped around the staff.

At its feet was an odd assortment of items - shiny blue stones from the edge of the Dune Sea, polished bones of Krayt dragons, a rope woven from bark. Among some pieces from old blasters Anakin noticed a very strange cube that looked to be far, far older than any piece of equipment that Anakin had ever seen.

He picked it up. The cube was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, like a large dice. Intricate designs showed on its face, but the designs were so worn that they could hardly be recognized.

On one side of the cube, it looked like a picture of two Jedi Knights, fighting with lightsabers.

Another side of the cube showed a volcano. A third side was so worn that he couldn't tell if it had ever had a picture. A fourth side revealed a star map, with instructions on how to land on a certain moon. The fifth side was also worn smooth. A last side showed a lamp with a knife blade through it, the symbol of forbidden knowledge. All along every corner of the cube was writing in some language that he couldn't decipher.

Anakin imagined that tens of thousands of people must have touched this cube over hundreds or thousands of years.

He hefted the cube, thinking that it was some sort of storage container. But it was so light that it had to be empty.

Yet, when he squinted, he could feel… well, there was something inside. Something … evil.

The cube had no latches on the outside, no locks or hinges that he could see. Anakin could almost imagine that the cube wasn't a box at all, but some component to a machine whose purpose was forgotten ages and ages past.

"For you, very cheap," the old Jawa said to Anakin.

"What?" Anakin asked haltingly. The Jawan language was very hard to understand.

"Very cheap."

"But I don't want it," Anakin said. "I was just looking." He glanced toward home. It was getting late.

"Three wupiupi," the Jawa offered, twisting the knob of his cane. It was exactly the amount that Anakin had in his pocket.

"No," Anakin said. "I don't even know what it is."

"Three wupiupi is a small price to pay for knowledge," the old Jawa said. Under his gray-black hood, the Jawa's eyes gleamed.

"No," Anakin said. He started to put the cube down, but couldn't. What if it really was evil? What if it was dangerous - like a bomb or something? By just leaving it, he could be setting a trap for some unsuspecting person. It really was better to take the thing. Maybe Watto would know what it was.

In the deepening shadows, he took out his last three credits and handed them over to the Jawa.

Star Wars Episode I Adventures #6: The Hunt for Anakin Skywalker by Dave Wolverton

Anakin rolled over on his bed and felt the strange cube in his pocket. He took it out and laid it in the cubbyhole above his headboard.

He fell asleep with his clothes on.

In a dream, he was in a huge room, shouting for help. He banged on the walls, trying to get out. He thought it might be Gardulla's fortress, but the high walls were square, and the roof had no transparent dome overhead. He wasn't at Gardulla's. He was inside the cube!

He could see no doors or windows, no way to escape his prison. "Help me!" he cried. "Help me get free!" He pounded on walls of cool gray metal.

"No one can help you," an evil voice whispered. "No one can help you. You must open the cube!"

"How?" he shouted. "How do I open it?"

"From the inside," the mysterious voice whispered.

Anakin started, found himself awake on his bed. It was late at night. The mysterious voice was ringing in his ears, and his heart was pounding.

He'd heard the voice, he felt sure. It wasn't a dream. It had been too real to be a dream.

But in the darkness he couldn't detect any movement nearby. No one was in the room with him, hovering above his bed.

From memory, Anakin tried to recall where the sound had come from.

The voice had spoken to him from above his bed, he was sure. It had come from the cubbyhole.

He reached up, felt for the strange cube that lay there. He grasped it in the dark and felt its square edges. Somehow, he was disappointed. He'd thought that maybe it would have opened itself, like a flower blooming. But it was still closed.

"Did you say something?" he whispered to the cube. "Did you talk to me? Are you trapped in there?"

He listened hard, and this time he thought maybe he could hear the voice answer. Or maybe it was more of a feeling that there was an answer. Yes. I called to you.

"How can I let you out?" Anakin whispered.

From the inside, the voice seemed to whisper.

Anakin held the box up and squinted at it. He wasn't sure if he really felt an answer. Was it possible that he could open the box, that he could find a way to open it from the inside?

And if so, what would the box contain? A tiny alien perhaps, some creature so small that it could live for a thousand years trapped in that box, trying to get out.

It seemed only barely possible.

I'm going crazy, Anakin thought. That is what's giving me these dreams. I'm caught in a trap, and Pala and all my friends with me. No wonder I'm dreaming about being trapped inside of boxes.

Yet even as he considered these doubts, he noticed that the cube was warmer than the night air, as if it generated a tiny amount of heat.

Live creatures give off heat, he realized.

Rogue Planet by Greg Bear

Anakin dreaded sleep. It seemed, in his dreams, that something inside was testing him, something very strong, and it did not care whether it was loved or feared.

***

"I seek to escape pain," Anakin said. "My mother-"

Mace lifted his hand, and Anakin instantly fell silent. "Pain can be our greatest teacher," Mace said, barely above a whisper. "Why turn away from pain?"

"It… it is my strength. This I see."

"That is not correct," Obi-Wan said, placing his hand on Anakin's shoulder. The boy looked between them, confused.

"How is it wrong, teacher?" Mace asked Obi-Wan.

"Lean upon pain like a crutch and you create anger and a dark fear of truth," Obi-Wan said. "Pain guides, but it does not support."

Anakin cocked his head to one side. He seemed slight and even insubstantial among these Jedi Knights, all this overwhelming experience. His face collapsed in misery. "My most useful talents are not those of a Jedi."

"Indeed, you throw your spirit and your anguish into ma chines and useless competitions, rather than directly confronting your feelings," Mace said. "You have cluttered our Temple halls with droids. I stumble over them. But we are away from the crux of our present matter. Try again to explain your error."

Anakin shook his head, caught between stubbornness and tears. "I don't know what you want me to say."

Mace took a shallow breath and closed his eyes. "Look inward, Anakin."

"I don't want to," Anakin said breathlessly, his voice jerking. "I don't like what I see."

"Is it possible you see nothing more than the tensions of approaching adulthood?" Mace asked.

"No!" Anakin cried. "I see … too much, too much."

"Too much what?"

"I burn like a sun inside!" The boy's voice rang out in the chamber like a bell.

***

Anakin felt as if he were inside a gigantic colony of myrmins.

Then he felt the voices of the seeds. They are afraid. The heat is baking them. Their shells are crisping.

Most of the heat rose in rippling sheets of air, but as the fuel blazed and embers settled out, the seeds were being roasted like sugar hulls in a campfire.

Perversely, Anakin shivered as if with cold.

Obi-Wan put an arm around his shoulders. Anakin saw that his master's face was beaded with sweat. He, too, could feel the seeds in the fire.

"Something wrong?" Vagno asked, his face glinting and flowing in the yellow light from fire, as if he were part of the blaze, a stray ember given human shape. He walked around them critically.

"We're fine," Obi-Wan said.

But Anakin did not feel fine. He wanted to curl up and hide, or run, but he knew the seeds no longer had legs, no way of escaping, even if they wanted to.

"I've never lost a client. No fear, no fear," Vagno said.

The seeds were afraid but did not move under their burden of embers and flame. Theirs was courage, and also an awareness of fate or destiny.

The seeds were not nearly as intelligent as a human-they did not really think for themselves-but inside of each was the potential for awareness and intelligence. The fire was bringing that awareness to the fore.

This will happen to you.

Anakin gasped. He was not dreaming.

This is your destiny, your fate.

Obi-Wan had said nothing. Anakin knew where the voice was coming from, whom it belonged to, but could not believe what he knew.

There will be heat and death and resurrection. A seed will quicken. Will it burn or shine'? Will it think and create or be ruled by fear and destroy?

And then the voice fell silent.

Obi-Wan's arm tightened around Anakin, as if he would protect the boy. "The wave is not what we expected," he said.

Anakin stared into the flames, his inmost self suddenly calm. The seeds were changing. They were no longer afraid.

Clone Wars (2003)

Anakin's Vision on Nelvaan

The Clone Wars (2008)

Anakin's Vision on Mortis

[thechaoticfanartist]

I think there might be something wrong with Grim

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[tlmtwelve]

@wolfwrenweek Day 4 Prompt: Ancient Greece AU

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[darth-jess]

REVIEW: Star Wars: Legends: Epic Collection: Tales of the Jedi Volume 1

This omnibus contains: Dawn of the Jedi - Force Storm (2012) #1-5, Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi - Prisoner of Bogan (2012) #1-5, Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi - Force War (2013) #1-5, Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi (2012) #0.

Rating: ★★★☆☆

Alright, I thoroughly enjoyed this. I love how we see how the Je'daii order began, how they were brought to Tython by the Tho Yor, and how they prioritized balance in the Force, using both the light and the dark.

This series of comics focuses on a group of Je'daii who are caught at the epicenter of a great conflict, the first ever conflict the Je'daii face from beyond the Tython system.

The enemy they face are called the Rakata, who have an Empire that stretches across the galaxy. They conquered many worlds (Tatooine, Malastare, Coruscant, Kashyyyk, Raxus, Zygerria, Dathomir, Mygeeto, Dantooine, and Muunilinst to name a few) and enslaved the Force-sensitive inhabitants to power their war machines. So of course, when one of their slaves, a Force Hound called Xesh discovers the Force-rich world Tython (the home of the Je'daii) the Rakata begin their invasion.

What follows is a great war that lasts for over a year as the Je'daii fight back against the Rakata.

Favorites

My favorite characters from this were probably Shae Koda and Xesh (or Tau) mostly because they gave off serious Anidala vibes, which I love.

Xesh was a slave to the Rakata, forced to use the Dark Side of the Force in service to them to create more slaves. But from the moment Xesh saw Shae, he felt a deep connection to her, and ultimately it is his love for her that saves him.

Love their couple energy!

I also really liked the Rakata as villains. They're honestly quite scary, they're cannibals, and basically they eat anyone that isn't strong enough or worthy. So when their slaves are no longer useful, they just eat them. Which is utterly terrifying.

Overally, really enjoyed reading this!

If you'd like to read it too, you may be able to find a copy of it at your local library, or you can buy it from Amazon here –> Paperback Version or Kindle Version. But the paperback version is outrageously expensive probably because it's not in print anymore.

You can also buy a digital version from Apple Books HERE which is what I did. I will say, it looks very nice on my iPad.

I'm sure you could also find it on eBay, but I don't really shop on eBay so you'd have to find that on your own.

[fullbattleregalia]

[From “Miscellaneous Myths: Medea” by Overly Sarcastic Productions]

The energy of these two panels always makes me think of Merrin.

[stealingpotatoes]

I miss Trilla

i was gonna draw smthn for this but i was just looking thru my old sketchbooks and found a trilla from late 2019 before i even knew who trilla was LOL

[gabityaby]

I think i cracked it, the reason everything produced in the times of the High Republic is soo good compared to modern Star Wars, tldr its because of pain.

See, in all the works that date during the High Republic (specifically during George's ownership of SW) there's this fearlessness to show pain and tragedy and death, and i know it sounds like "everything for the children these days is sanitized!" but think for a second if Revenge of the Sith would be something Disney would publish these days and that's your answer, but that's just a tangent meant to emphasize the difference between Og SW and new SW, because what Og SW had was strife, and you the viewer knew that, because every time you booted up KOTOR or played Phantom Menace you knew what was coming, you knew to expect the isle of happiness in which the characters lived to slowly sink beneath the waves of tragedy and you'll see it happen as the characters around the story just dug up their own fates, in very much George Lucas fashion, and THAT is what made the work and the small moments of levity to taste so much sweeter, because you see the characters who you've grown attached to suffer so un-justly that when you return to the good times you can't help but appreciate the good and mourn it's departure.

The reason new SW does not achieve this is because the characters are dealing with the aftermath of the destruction of the baddies, its the birth of the hope for the future, its when you look at the horizon at the END of the movie, yes new problems may arise but the big hurdle is done and Disney didn't cultivate the joy from the Alliance's victory as it should, because instead of giving us proper post-war optimism (as it fits the real life post WW2 countries counterparts and fantasy sci-fi proper) it stuck only with the brooding post-war trauma, and while yes, that is also a very realistic take it still lacked verily from the former and thus there is no reason why we should mourn a character's strife if that is all we've seen from them, its like watching paint dry, nothing particularly changes, just a new villain here and there, the new character discovers new powers, new info, but there is no resolution, no reward for their strife, and even if they were going for a bleak post-war future (which they didn't and it also doesn't fit SW's constant theme of hope for a better future) it still ends up looking incomplete for the mere reason that they don't want to shut the book in case they need to milk the cow some more.

My point with all this was not to bash new SW though, my point was to use it as a comparison to highlight how Og SW built itself on a foundation of hope, how it showed us the height before the fall, how it is possible to make Shakespeare in space and leave all of us with broken hearts and looking hopefully into the future.

[mrkestis]

I’m studying to become a librarian and I’m currently salivating over the jedi archives.

[dairine-bonnet]

Kreia: despises droids, machines and when a jedi relies on the Force.

Revan: into droids, machines and relies on the Force...

Which was first?:)