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imagine if pre-teen anakin actually had friends his age and those would be like 'friends w your master? fine, but the chancellor????' and the rise of the empire gets fucked by some kids judging the fact that he counted old-man-and-politician as a friend
#anakin skywalker#star wars#jedi#i know my hs friends wouldnt let it slide if i was friends w some random old man WORSE if it was a politician#imagine aayla going ani your other only friend is old and not cool#and the chancellor never heard of anakin again#palpatine#dark side#jedi temple#fix it#i just want like 5 other padawans w bad disguise attending the wedding#some pantoran and a rodian fighting for the co pilot seat#anakin calls them all serious just to shout KID ACQUIRED and introduces ahsoka#give the kid some friends fr
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Old Wounds Never Heal
I really just want to talk about the last frame. But throughout all frames, you can see his concern, his worry, his discomfort.
In the first frame, you can see how he's trying to advocate for himself. He's trying so hard to prove that Maul is a threat they cannot overlook but in his desperation his emotions get the better of him, he's hanging on by a thread, he's on the verge falling back into his grief, you can see it in his eyes, he wants so desperately to be heard that he loses his argumentative credibility as a Jedi, there is no emotion, there is peace, but Obi-Wan cannot be at peace. It's a little hard to find peace in knowing Qui-Gon's murderer is alive.
It's the Jedi Code that keeps him from actually addressing how he truly felt. There is no death, there is the Force; But Obi-Wan, oh Obi-Wan, he knows of the unfathomable horror that is to watch someone you love die, to watch their last breath physically leave their body. There is the Force and there is the hand of death, ripping Qui-Gon from Obi-Wan's arms leaving him with nothing but the Force.
Obi-Wan looks to Anakin because what if he's feeling this all too deeply? What if the Chancellor is right? What if Obi-Wan is not being the Jedi he should be? He looks to Anakin because he would know, Anakin would know.
In the last frame, Obi-Wan realizes his feelings are being dismissed, but he's not supposed to have feelings, not for this anyway, for they were born through attachment, through his grief for Qui-Gon. Jedi cannot form attachments. So, he holds himself close, because once again, he has to bury all his pain.
#he remembers how much energy it took Qui-Gon just to say goodbye#dying is exhausting#but so is grieving#and all Obi-Wan does is grieve#star wars#clone wars#tcw#sw#obi wan kenobi#qui gon jinn#anakin skywalker
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A little trouble
I've griped before about the absolute dearth of "Anakin would be a terrible parent and Padmè probably wouldn't be much better" fics, so I figured I'd write one myself. Or at least the start of one.
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Bail Organa was having another late night at the office. His assistant was going to murder him when they found out just how much later Bail had stayed, but he still wasn't satisfied with the wording on the new bill regarding the expansion of clone rights and it was due to be presented first thing in the morning.
He rubbed at his eyes, thanking the Mother once again that he hadn't been stuck with the job of Chancellor after the Palpatine Crisis. Remaining as Senator had been bad enough without adding that on his plate.
The words on the datapad were still refusing to stay in focus when he heard a knock on his outer door. Who even knocked these days? And at- he glanced at the time and winced- at 1AM RST?
"Hello?"
He pressed a thumb against the hidden drawer under his desk and retrieved his blaster, checking it before tucking it into his back holster. One thing about being involved in Republic politics is you learned to be cautious.
There was another knock, more insistent this time. As Bail moved through the outer office to the door, he realized he could hear muffled coughing and anxious voices. Plural.
The security screen revealed two small figures huddled on his doorstep. Swearing, Bail opened the door and knelt, arms open.
"Leia! Luke! What are- what happened?"
He grabbed for Luke, who was leaning heavily against his sister as another bout of coughing took him. Even worse, however, was the dark mark on Leia's face. Darker, even, than the red that already suffused it. Tears rolled from the three-year-old's face unchecked.
"We kwest 'sylum," she said, her voice wavering.
"Here, come in, sweetheart," he said, scooping a weak Luke into one arm and reaching for her with the other. "We'll call your parents-"
"NO!"
Leia screamed the word, and he heard something in the office rattle.
"NO! We kwest 'SYLUM! Allaran helps!" Her fists were clenched at her side and the tears rolled heavier than ever.
Allaran was what the twins called Alderaan, and...
"Are you... requesting asylum?" Bail puzzled out the toddlerspeak, but still couldn't make sense of it.
"Yuh- yes! Puh-please!" She sniffled as snot mixed in with the tears.
"Of course, sweetheart," Bail said, because what else was there to say in the face of all this? "Of course Alderaan grants you asylum."
Leia melted into his arms, sobbing. Luke was now sobbing, too, with a bit of a wheeze to it.
Bail pulled them into his office and locked the outer door.
"What happened?" Bail asked again, retrieving the box of tissues off of Narin's desk to wipe their faces. "Who did this to you? Where are your parents? Are they hurt?"
"NO!"
Bail's right ear rung as Leia screamed into it.
"Dada mad," Luke rasped. "Sowwy, Dada."
The air seemed to freeze in his lungs at the implication. He knew Padmè's husband had occasional fits of temper, but surely he wouldn't direct them at his own children, would he?
"How bad are you hurt, Luke? Do you need a doctor?"
He tried to check the boy's throat, but couldn't see any obvious marks. But then again, would his father leave any marks? He glanced at the shape on Leia's face, so very like a handprint.
"NO!" she yelled, almost on cue. "No, we got 'sylum! You pwom- promised!"
"Yes, dear." Bail patted her back as she leaned into him again. "And part of having asylum means access to doctors if you need them. Do you? Either of you?"
The twins looked at each other, their expressions going through multiple changes even though they didn't say a word. Luke shook his head and coughed again.
"No, thank you," Leia said.
She'd always been a little more articulate than her brother. Bail had never questioned why, until now, and hated that he was questioning it at all. It could be innocent. It probably was innocent. He sure as hell hoped so.
"Let me at least get you a glass of water, Luke," he said, moving them all into the inner office and heading to the bar.
He helped Luke drink- his glasses were heavier than standard- and listened as a confusing story poured out of Leia.
Luke had had a nightmare and went to his mother for comfort, but Anakin had objected, saying that any time past bedtime was for he and Padmè, alone. Padmè had told Luke he was fine and the nightmare was nothing to worry about, but Luke hadn't listened and had started babbling all the details. Anakin had gotten angry and told him to go back to bed, at which point Luke burst into tears.
Leia, who'd followed her brother, moved in to help, but not before Anakin yelled at Luke to stop crying and then used the Force to choke him when he wouldn't stop. Leia had screamed at him, and her mother slapped her, telling her true ladies didn't yell and that she and her brother should go back to their room and stay there while she tried to calm their father down.
Leia had taken Luke back to their room, packed their bags, and headed here, because she liked Mr. Bail and had heard her mother talking about Alderaan's asylum project, which had ramped up after the end of the war.
Bail excused himself for a moment to retrieve the discarded bags from the hall and have a quiet moment to try and get his emotions under control.
So. Calling their parents was out of the question. The Jedi would likely answer the comms, even at this hour, but the fact that Leia had brought herself and her brother here instead of trying to contact Obi-Wan made him uneasy. He rubbed his temples; he'd spent too much time on Coruscant and away from Alderaan and it was making him paranoid. He knew Obi-Wan would never hurt a child, but for now, at least, he was going to go along with whatever rationalizing was going on in Leia's poor, overwrought head. No toddler should bear this kind of weight on their shoulders.
Not knowing what else to do, he called his wife. It was lunchtime in Aldera, and if anyone was good at handling a fraught political situation- because this was definitely going to be political- it was the Queen of Alderaan.
As he waited for the call to connect it occurred to him that Leia's request for asylum might actually carry some weight.
Breha's face filled the screen, her soft smile fading as she took in the background.
"Bail, love, I know for a fact that it's after midnight there. If you're still in your office-"
"Darling, I'm afraid I may have gotten us into a little bit of trouble..."
He panned the comm around to show the twins on his couch. Luke was already asleep and Leia was fighting a losing battle with her eyelids. Her arms were wrapped around him and a tiny scowl furrowed her brow, daring anyone to interfere.
It has been a long night, and it was about to get even longer, but Bail couldn't regret it. Not if it meant the twins were safe. For now.
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Please Stay. || Anakin Skywalker x Reader
After Anakin joins the dark side, he fears you will leave him for the Jedi order.
Word Count: 868
AU where the events in Mustafar didn’t happen. (Anakin doesn’t lose both legs, his other arm, and burn in lava. Basically doesn’t become the iconic look of Darth Vader.)
Includes: Hurt/Comfort, mentions of death and violence, reader is a Jedi, mentions of cheating and jealousy, nightmares
You were pacing your apartment that you shared with your husband Anakin. Obi Wan had just left after telling you some horrible information. Anakin, your sweet Anakin, had joined the dark side. He said he had killed younglings. You were at a loss for words, you didn’t know what to think or why he would do this.
There was fear all throughout your body, what if he hurt you? Would he ever do that? Just an hour ago you would’ve said no but now, you weren’t too sure.
Your head whipped around as you heard the door to your home slide open with a mechanical hiss. Anakin stepped inside a look of anxiety and frustration on his features and his breathing ragged and heavy.
His eyes locked onto you and he started towards you but you stepped away, out of his path. This made him stop and frown. “Anakin, tell me it isn’t true.” You started.
“Tell you what isn’t true?” He asked genuinely. You sighed, “Obi wan has been here.” You said, this made him scowl. “He has told me of some terrible things. That you’ve turned to the dark side… that- that you’ve killed younglings.” you rambled, looking at him nervously.
Anakin took several steps closer to you. “Obi Wan is trying to drive us apart. He is turning you against me!” He hissed. You shook your head. “No, no he cares about us!” You insisted.
He looked confused “us?” He asked, puzzled. “He knows. But it’s fine, He wants to help you Anakin!” You insisted again. “I DON'T NEED HIS HELP!” He scowled.
“But Anakin, Obi Wan said-“ you began. “ENOUGH ABOUT OBI WAN. I DONT WANNA HEAR ANYMORE ABOUT HIM!” He barked at you. “WHAT YOUR LEAVING ME NOW BECAUSE OF HIM. YOUR WITH HIM NOW? YOUR SLEEPING WITH HIM?” He accused, quite aggressively.
An even bigger frown painted your face, “No Anakin. No im not! I would never, I love you!” You insisted. “Then join me!” He requested. “I’ve grown powerful, more powerful than the chancellor. I could overthrown him. We can rule the galaxy- together!” He looked at you lovingly.
Your gaze softened as he spoke, his idea sounded crazy and you weren’t sure what to think.You opened your mouth to speak, “Anakin, I love you bu-“ he interjected as you began. “Then don’t leave me. Please.” He said, now close and looking down at you.
There was a look of desperation in his eyes, which now seemed to be swelling with tears. Your heart melted at the sight. “Just…why did you do it Ani?” You asked solemnly. You needed a true honest answer. Was it a greed for power? A lust for death?
He blinked and a tear rolled down his cheek, “I did it for you my love. I’ve…been having dreams. Premonitions of your death. I needed to save you, I’m not going to let you die like my mother. The chancellor told me of a way I could use the force to save you. All I had to do was embrace the dark side….” He explained as he cried softly.
Your arms wrapped around him, your hands finding his hair and carding through it as he immediately melted into your embrace and broke down in your arms. “Oh Anakin. I promise I’m not going to die. I told you they are just dreams.” You comforted.
He sniffled, “But. But what if they aren’t. They weren’t last time.” He reminded you, and you knew all too well what happened last time he had dreams like this.
“Ani. I’m a powerful Jedi master. I can take care of myself I promise you.” He just frowned at this as he pulled away and looked at you. “The Jedi is poison. If we leave we could be together and not have to hide. We could be all powerful. We could do anything.” He rambled, desperate to convince you.
You sighed and rubbed your hands over your face. “Anakin I can’t….” You breathed out softly. You were conflicted by your morals and the man you loved for than anything.
He dropped to his knees. His arms wrapping around your abdomen and his head turning up to look at you. “Please. Please stay. I need you, I can’t live without you.” He begged.
Your gaze softened and your hands once again found his hair, running through it and taming the mess it had become. “Alright Anakin. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” You conceded, pulling his head against your body.
He whimpered as he cried softly into your abdomen. “I love you so much.” He mumbled. “I love you too Anakin.” You assured him. Eventually he stood up and pulled you over to the couch, laying down and pulling you on top of him.
His arms wrapped around your waste and held you tight. “Thank you. I will give you anything you want my love. You will be my queen.” He mumbled against your head before kissing it. You smiled softly.
Turns out in the end. Nothing would be more important than the man you love. You knew he would do anything for you, and you would do the same for him.
#x reader#star wars x reader#star wars#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin x reader#anakin skywalker#star wars anakin#fluff#hurt comfort#hurt/comfort#the skywalker saga#jedi#jedi reader
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I'd love to know what your Vampire AU wip is about! :)
“Tech, we're pinned! Can't you cut off this part of the facility?!” “It's a prison Hunter! Their controls have multiple safety components that I need to override manually for each individual corridor!” The five clones, members of Bad Batch, were currently running from the droids of the Citadel. Ironic, wasn't it? A few months back Echo ‘died’ during a mission here. Now, with his new squad, he was once again running through the dark gray halls, this time his enemies were the Jedi, the same he sacrificed himself for. But not anymore. When the Batch received a coded message from Rex they got themselves into the craziest mission they have ever heard about. Torrent’s general had been killed less than a year into the war, protecting the chancellor from an assassin. His secret was never revealed to the public, only known by the jedi Order and his family, the 501st. That he was a vampire, a sith made species created to hunt down Jedi, believed to be exterminated with their masters. Over millennium after one was recorded a Jedi of the name Qui Gon Jinn found a young boy, able to transform his arms into bat wings, being used as an execution pet by a Hutt. After killing the slug the Jedi took the child to the temple. Anakin always said the Jedi were reluctant in him joining the order, the reactions to him trying to find friends raging from fear to outward hostility. It took the vode weeks to make their general spend his free time outside his quarters, eating and training on his own. If not for Rex catching their Jedi rummaging through their synth blood freezers they would probably never know what he was. And none of them cared. Not for his inability to stand in the sunlight, his wings, long fangs or how his eyes shone in the darkness. Every clone knew how their general would slice the palm of his hand to feed them his blood when the medics weren't able to arrive in time. None of them flinched when a shadow flew over their heads in the night sieges. They knew how to calm him down after his senses went haywire, wrapping him in blankets and shutting down the lights. The information of his sacrifice for the chancellor hit the 501st hard. They were assigned to many Jedi after that, all quickly resigning from the leadership of the chaotic battalion. The clones that served under Skywalker had a small bat painted on their buckets, to honor their late general. After a dozen Jedi refused to lead them, the leadership was assigned to Rex, who made them one of the most efficient night legions, specialising in battles taken in darkness. Thanks to that the troopers of 501st were immediately able to recognise their brothers on Umbara, preventing a bloody friendly fire Krell sent them to. The traitor was their last Jedi general. The captain turned commander was hit by Skywalker's death the hardest, the symbol of the bat taking most of his chest plate, over his heart. Only the closest of troopers to him knew how close that relationship was. That's why, when commander Fox called him over a year after Skywalker's death to tell him his cyare was alive, Rex began to act immediately.
Part 1 >:]
Rexwalker vampire Anakin au
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“Snack Buddies”
Summary: Finally landing on Coruscant to rest and catch up with some friends there including other Clone Commanders you noticed that one in particular was never there.
Pairing: Fox x Padawan Reader (shout it for me! PLATONIC!!!)
Warning: None I don’t think, please let me know!
Word count: 1475
This man deserves all the love in the world
The familiar sounds of the bustling city planet of Coruscant filled your ears, making your face automatically smile.
It was nice to finally be in a place where you could lay low for at least a few days, maybe train, and see some of your friends or other clones that became like your brothers.
And some you were still excited to meet for the first time.
Comet came up from behind after you exited the ship to arrive at the temple and slung an arm around your shoulder.
“Nice to be home huh commander.” He laughed.
“Oh for sure Comet.” You smiled back at him
“Your coming to the mess tonight right? Some brother you still need to meet”
You nodded at him recalling Wolffe already asking you. “Oh for sure, Ahsoka and the 501st are on planet right?”
Comet nudged your shoulder. “Yup it’s perfect, many of the battalions somehow are laid over here even if it’s just for a few days.”
You laughed at him again now coming up on the training rooms at the end of the long decorated halls of the temple.
He gave you a quick bow, even if it was in a playful way and departed to do the maker only knew what.
You caught sight of red from the corner of your eye before entering the training room, you were acquainted with a few members of the Coruscant Guard but you couldn’t recognize this person by their armor alone.
You tried to come up from the front as to not scare whoever was under the suit. “Hi” You stoped a little to the side.
He turned his head quickly to the noise. “Commander.” He nodded “Is something wrong?”
You were sure now that this wasn’t Thorn, Stone, or Hound. Hmm could this be the allusive Fox you heard much about from his brothers.
“Oh no, no need to worry.” You quickly put your hands out. “I don’t mean to distract you from your work but we haven’t been properly introduced and I have met some other in the guard. I’m Y/N”
You could feels the confusion radiating off of him now, he slowly nodded processing what you said then answered. “Commander Fox”
You smiled a little, your guess being right. “Lovely to meet you Fox” You bowed slightly. Now he was really confused. “ Not to keep you from you duties any longer but hopefully I’ll see you later.”
He gave you a nod quickly while turning away, then added. “Commander Y/N I apologize for the others that you had to have met.” You couldn’t see his face but could hear the playful tone in his voice even if it was a little lighter than his normal growl.
You laughed then added “They were quite interesting.”
Getting back to his rounds Fox walked with his back now to you.
It was odd to him that:
1. A jedi held a normal conversation with him as if he was a real person
2. The thought of how nice others could be if they tried.
Fox tried to shake these thoughts and the feeling rising in his chest as he made his around another corner then was met with the elevator that would take him the chancellors office.
Hours later after a few training session and a much needed catch up with Ahsoka and Echo and Fives you were walking side by side with Wolffe to the mess hall.
You looked up at the other man catching his expression. “Don’t be nervous.” You said “They’re all going to be happy to see you.”
Of course they would be but the renforcement Wolffe needed you were happy to give.
“Thank you commander.” He nodded looking down on you quickly.
You entered the mess and were greeted by the faces of Anakin, Rex, and Ahsoka, Bly, Ponds, Cody and Obi-wan, including Hound and Stone and some other brothers sitting around a few tables. All were happily chatting and exchanging stories.
Wolffe gave you a quick tap on the shoulder then made is way over to Cody to talk. You yourself first greeted the rest of the Corrie Guard that you weren’t as familiar with.
It was odd that Fox wasn’t there you thought smiled at the others.
“Hello Commander” Stone greeted you as the other noticed your presence as well, each then call a greeting.
“Hey Stone.” You smiled. “Not to be rude but is Fox not joining us?” You looked around once again in case somehow you missed him.
This time Hound chimed in. “Chancellor stuck him with another shift.” The feelings you felt at the sound of his name worried you some, sending chills down your spin.
“I see.” You nodded. “So he’s just missing this meal or…” You trailed off. The glance from the others told you all you need to know.
You quickly dismissed yourself not wanting to bring their spirits down and went over to stand next to Ahsoka.
She glanced at you once while you listened to Rex and Bly exchange some stories of recent campaigns, quickly noticing you thinking.
Ahsoka gave you a quick glance catching you attention. She gave you a puzzled face.
You flashed a look back the quickly said. “Excuse me please really quick.”
Before leaving the mess you quickly grabbed a handful of ration bars before swiftly starting to walk.
You knew some things about the rounds that some of the guard made, some at this time were stationed at the front of the temple.
You headed to the hanger first, if anything you were hoping to find Fox over seeing the activity there.
You gripped the ration bars in your hand, you weren’t exactly nervous but you could tell the relationship between Fox and others like the Jedi were rocking, and you definitely didn’t want to ruin anything.
Another corner you tuned and then were greeted by the noise of endless chatter of the hanger, even if it was late into the night.
Spotting the armor you recognized from the brief encounter before. He seemed to notice you too, when walking over he straighten out his back from where he was slumped on the wall and stood at attention.
Fox gave a hard nod then said in his gruff voice. “Commander, Nice to see you again. Can I help you with something” He stood at alert in case there was a threat.
“Oh no.” You said, now feeling a little guilty in case he was suppose to be doing something important. “I just- umm noticed that you were missing out in the mess and so I brought you these.”
You handed him two rations bars that you picked up, even though they tasted like bantha crap it was better than nothing.
Fox removed his helmet now, shock was poorly hidden on his face. Taking a bar he bit into it.
“You didn’t have to do this Commander.” He started but you were quick to interject.
“Making sure our men eat should be the bare minimum.” You shook your head in disgust. Now opening your own ration bar.
Fox was quite for a moment while taking bites of his own food. “Thank you.” He spoke softly, like he was worried someone would overhear.
You shook you head. “Anytime. That reminds me how do you like your caf? I was going to bring you some later but I wanted to make sure it suited you.”
Foxs expression was shocked, his mouth hung open for a second. “I- I” He tried to protest. “Black is fine.”
You smiled at him. “Noted then.”
You finished eating your own ration bar as Fox went on to his second, light chatter filled the air around the two when the other was chewing.
You com buzzed once on your wrist. “Kriff.” You swore quickly. “I’d better head back, but it was nice talking with you Fox.” You got up from where you were seated. “I’ll be back with the caf I promised you later.”
Knowing he of course got stuck with the late night shift.
He gave a hard nod again and flashed you a smile. Wait he smiled? You mentally cheered at his jester.
“I’ll see you then commander.” He returned to his normal position on the wall.
“Y/N” you corrected “No need for formality while eating as friends.”
You flashed him a warm smile than turned to return to the mess.
Fox watched you go, it dawned on him harshly that:
1. You cared enough about him to make time to insure he got what he needed to function
2. Some Jedi weren’t as bad as he was beginning to believe
3. He couldn’t wait until you showed up once again and he could talk with you.
That’s all he need, a friendly face, a caf and someone that could make him see some parts of his job weren’t as bad as others.
#star wars clone wars#clone wars#the clone boys#my writing#star wars#the clone wars#commander fox#coruscant guard#corrie guard#fox x reader#commander fox x reader#toska-writes#reader insert
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The chancellor daughter
Anakin skywalker x reader
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The republic knew about their chancellor life before he had become a chancellor. he was once the senator to nabbo and many of the senate respect him. There was no one in the whole galaxy that could make palpatine do anything, well expect for you his daughter. You were the only person to make the chancellor do anything with at much of a fight. You and your father had close relationships with each other and you had thought your father told you everything but he didn't tell you everything even his darkest secrets and plans.
Y/n " ......" you had Coruscant years into the war that had started between the republic and separatist, as your old life of living as senator daughter was over and now you are the daughter of the chancellor.
padme " y/n" you soon heard you name getting called you soon saw padme one of your best friends, she soon hugged you once she got closer to you.
y/n " padme it been so long"
padme " yes it has bene but I'm happy you are here now and I heard you will be one of the second respective from home"
y/n " yes I had been offered the job without the help of my father against all rumors made right now"
padme " I know you got this job fair now come there are so many who wish to meet you" you soon smiled as padme had pulled you away, the two of you were walking around places near the senate.
padme " It good you are here I was worried you were not safe home alone"
y/n " you along with my father and nabbo guards think the same, my father had thought it will be best to move me here I will have a place of my own with guards like everyone else"
padme " well I know with you here stuff will get done"
y/n " let hope"
???? " padme and Y/n" you and padme soon saw anakin making his way towards the both of you.
padme " hello ani it seems like you got my message on our dear friend return" Padme and anakin were like brother and sister when anakin was in trouble or need some help me will go, to either you or padme for support. The two of them were always being supportive of each other before the war and during the war.
anakin " yes I did hello y/n it been so long I'm happy you are here"
y/n " hello my dear ani" anakin gave you a smirk you had a very close relationships to him as well, over the years and soon from a good relationship.
y/n " so causing anymore trouble for the council"
anakin " not that the moment I been on my best behavior"
y/n " ummm we will see about that ani" the three humans had laughed about the discussion between you and anakin. Anakin had joined you and padme around the senate and other places in the republic as well. During this time it seems like you and anakin are enjoy the time together, making some flirting comments form anakin.
y/n " so how has life had been my dear jedi"
anakin " it been good with this war going on everything has changed"
padme " yes this war is taking on total on everyone"
y/n " I have spoken to my father on the matter of this war, and he says it might go on a bit longer then everyone has thought"
padme " how long will it go on for"
y/n " wel are all doing out part in this war so anakin how are your troopers"
anakin " they are fairing well enjoying their time off before we are sent off world again"
Y/n " well I hope you can your time off anakin it will be shame not to spend time with one of my friends before they leave straight away"
anakin " to you and padme never"
padme " he says that now"
????? " hello everyone" soon the tiro had turned around and saw the chancellor himself standing there, he soon came close to the tiro.
y/n " father hello"
palpatine " hello my daughter I was wondering when I will be able to see you"
padme " great apologies chancellor I and anakin were taking this time to be with y/n as we haven't sene her that much due to the war"
palpatine " good I'm happy to see my child is safe with her friends"
anakin " I will make sure nothing bad happen to your daughter sir"
palpatine " I know you wouldn't enjoy you time together daughter will you be joining me for dinner"
y/n " yes father I will be" palpatine had nodded his head before him and his party had left, you were enjoying the rest of your day with them until anakin was called awya by the council and later on padme.
later that night
y/n " I had fun being with anakin and padme today father I had greatly missed them when it was away"
palpatine "well it good to have you here my daughter safe here with your family and friends" you had smiled at your father as you ate your meal, palpatine was happy to have you here with him verse back on nabbo as he didnt need any harm coming to you.
y/n " father do you think this war will ever end"
palpatine " well I hope to does end my daughter"
y/n " when it does end who will be the winner in the end"
palpatine " my children I don't know in time we will see" you had nodded your head at your father words enjoy dinner with him, you are happy to be with your father and friends once again. At the moment you were hoping it was for a good time but that was not true as a long war coming and this war will change everyone lives.
#anakin x reader#anakin skywalker#star wars clone wars#star wars the clone wars#star wars fanfiction#star wars#padme amidala#the clone wars#anakin x y/n#anakin x you#r2d2#clone wars#padme x reader#star wars x reader#star wars x y/n#star wars x you#skywalker x reader#star wars imagine
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I need more of Luke and or Leia time traveling to the TCW era and being menaces while also being wildly competent and extremely powerful in the force. Like by the jedi’s standards they are incredibly op. They might not be as powerful as Anakin but depending when they time travel they could either be two kids with massive potential and strength in the force all the way to the grandmaster of the Jedi order that the lost tribe of the sith are terrified of and not only a Jedi master, but a skilled politician who has been sneaking around and getting shit done since she was all of 15.
The point is, the Jedi counsel are tearing their hair out in frustration and confusion while two mystery Jedi who are scarily powerful in the force and (once again depending on how old they are, at least for Luke) both scarily competent. And they came out of nowhere and killed chancellor Palpatine who turned out to be a sith lord?! and then the woman convinced everyone that Bail Organa should be the new chancellor and then her and her brother kidnapped the chosen one and Senator Amidala for mandatory therapy and family bonding.
(In reality they just tell Padme they’re her kids from the future and she grabs Anakin and maybe Ahsoka and whisks off to an isolated part of Naboo where they can hash this all out.)
Ahsoka and Obi-wan go after them but it turns out to be a non-event and Anakin is very hesitantly like this is Ahsoka and Padme jumps in saying she’s like a little sister her and after Luke and Leia get done gaping wondering why they never heard of her Obi-wan starts to introduce himself but Luke is just like “Ben!” And gives him a hug, maybe dropping in a comment about how he has wanted to do that for ages but you can’t exactly touch a force ghost.
Or alternatively they tell no one who they are, and through a series of misunderstandings everyone thinks Luke is Anakin’s older brother who was taken from Shmi when he was really young but he was freed at some point as a teenager and adopted by Leia’s family. (Solo is a pretty common Corellian name and it is mentioned that Luke and Leia met when they were 17 or 18)
This assumption leads to a very awkward Luke who doesn’t know how to deal with Anakin thinking he’s his uncle and eagerly trying to bond. But it does give him a foot in the door to Anakin trusting him and talking to him about all this dark side stuff.
Or alternatively the solo/skywalker kids somehow end up in the past, coming from sometime during the Youzhan Vong war before Anakin (Solo) dies. And they are also strong in the force and for a bunch of kids they are once again scarily competent. (They did after all just come from one of the worst wars the galaxy had faced in a long time and so to them the clone wars, while diffucult could be a whole a worse.) And they just cause absolute mayhem.
#before they realize they are in the past Luke introduces himself as Luke Skywalker#and it gets back to the Jedi temple#so he can’t exactly change his last name now or it will look suspicious#but Leia’s last name doesn’t come up until after they realize they are on the past#and so she goes with solo#knowing introducing herself as Leia Organa will cause a few problems and many questions#especially since she has an Alderanian accent#star wars#star wars legends#star wars tcw#luke skywalker#leia organa#jacen solo#jaina solo#anakin solo#ben skywalker#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#padme amidala#ahsoka tano#time travel#I got a brain worm and had to get it out
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Hi! 🌧️/☔/🌈 for the ask game?
the ask game in question
me, gobbling down these asks like a vacuum cleaner: YES EXCELLENT FEED ME <333
🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.
"He will forget how to scream."
The words fall like rocks into the silent hall.
"He will forget how to scream," Master Kenobi repeats. The blue blade trembles for a moment before steadying, something brighter blazing in his eyes. "And there will be bits of him laid out neatly on metal trays, and other bits will be bagged up and taken for further experimentation, and even more will be pulled out and put back wrong, and, well, self has such a flexible definition, doesn't it? And there will be no getting better for him, afterwards. He will learn to manage it because he will have no choice, but he will not get better, and slowly he will come to realize it- the scale of the loss, the weight of it, and the grief- oh, the grief will threaten to drown him all over again-"
His voice cracks before hardening.
"And you ask me to give him back? Unknowing, unaware, and unafraid? Of you?"
☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?
Basically-
What if Anakin had muted his comm?
What if Kix had never seen the messages? What if he'd never thought to toss it?
What if there was never that pressure to confess? What if, faced with the beguilement of comfort without guilt, Anakin chose the comforting lie- that of course it wasn't his fault, of course you couldn't have known?
Because the Jedi wouldn't have had cause to put him under essentially house arrest, when he hadn't necessarily committed any crime. I think he'd still be removed from command, of course, because clearly his judgement is in question, but... maybe they wouldn't have had the same power to deny the Chancellor access to him. And maybe, after a few weeks, the Chancellor offers Anakin an opportunity to get off Coruscant- it must be smothering, after all, my boy, why don't you come with me? I know the feeling, sometimes, and I'm sure you could accompany me as a bodyguard- I simply wish to investigate a rumor of a Force anomaly, and I could use such a talented Jedi as yourself-
Anakin, my boy, have you ever heard of Iwanaga?
So. Off they go.
Palpatine doesn't tell Anakin the full truth, of course not, he knows he's not that far in yet- but he lets him get a taste of the raw power that's getting brutally yanked out of Force Anomaly KenobiTM, so much so that it's vibrating in the very atmosphere-
(And deep in the drowning dark, what's left of Obi-Wan stirs, the faintest bit of recognition twinging at the edge of consciousness-)
(Anakin?)
But Anakin's never been very good at listening to the quiet things.
So they return. Anakin is utterly unaware of how very close he'd been.
And things... progress as they do in series canon. There is a discovery. A rescue. A reunion.
And I think, maybe, Obi-Wan still doesn't want to see Anakin. He's tired. He's so tired. And Anakin, even at his best, requires a lot of emotional labor he's not prepared to deal with.
(And maybe- he's allowed to feel hurt, too. And angry. He's allowed to grieve what Anakin's stupid, stupid decision has cost him.)
This is passed onto Anakin. As in series canon, Anakin chooses to ignore this fact. As in series canon, he goes to meet them at the dock anyways-
And Obi-Wan goes very still.
"Anakin," he asks, quiet and frozen in the same way a sheet of thin ice over a November pond will crack at the slightest hint of pressure-
"Why were you on Iwanaga?"
🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.
Needle clicks his tongue.
“I’m put together all wrong, you know. General Kenobi said I felt like a kaleidoscope. I didn’t even know what it was, and then I looked it up afterwards– all broken colors, right? Jagged edges. Sometimes sunrises taste like lemon, and silence tears lines in the sky, and the smell of bacta sounds like dropping a tray of scalpels. Pieces don’t fit together right. And they don’t know all of it, not really, but Stitch gets me glitter and Helix puts syrup in my caff and they don’t try to make me be anyone else. I get to be their Needle. Why are there blankets in the bathtub, Master Jinn?”
Qui-Gon stares.
He hadn’t even thought about it, come to think of it. They had– been there, when he’d gone to shower. So he’d taken them out, and he’d folded them neatly, and he’d stacked the pillows on top, and he’d set the whole lot carefully in the cupboard.
And then, when he’d finished, he’d cleaned the tub, and had unfolded every blanket, and had set everything exactly back where it had been.
Because Obi–
“I thought Ben might need it,” he says hoarsely. “When he comes back.”
Needle’s eyes soften.
“Helix thinks there are sides, here,” he says. “But I’m not too sure about that.”
He unfolds himself, tucking the tower of Tupperware under his chin and clipping the datapad Qui-Gon had given him onto his belt. “Thanks for the soup, sir. I can see myself out.”
#anyway i have strong feelings about needle being the only one of the medics to treat qui-gon with anything approaching amicability#because qui-gon had been trying to meet ben where he was at#he wasn't trying to push him into anything he wasn't ready for#he wasn't expecting him to be like he used to be pre-melidaan#and i think needle of all people would appreciate the value of that#caveat that these snippets are from drafts and are very likely to change at some point because that's what drafts do#shoulder the sky#ask game
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HIIIIII may I request some… angst… please? 😭 the unimaginable was too gooooood!!!!
hey guys this is angst as requested. the lyrics in this are from the song 'See You Again' by Wiz Khalifa and Charlie Puth. i recommend listening to it as u read.
This song actually means a lot to me and I cried a tear whilst listening to it writing this. I first heard it several months before my Grandad's death. Since then, I've lost a lot of loved ones, this song means a lot to me.
T/W: Death, Order 66.
It’s been a long day without you, my friend
Ahsoka stood, glossy-eyed at the helmets bearing her markings, buried in the dust. She thought of Jesse, who was always her friend. Until the last moment, when he’d turned on her.
She’d felt it in the Force, Anakin’s death - she presumed.
She’d reached out into the Force instinctively feeling for Obi-Wan, only to reconnect the strands with the dozens of other Jedi, all in pain and betrayal. She hadn’t been able to reach her old Grandmaster, retracting herself from the Force the minute she felt the pain. Ahsoka threw up a mental shield around herself, a desperate bubble of protection.
Rex stood next to her as they moved back to the ship, climbing in silently and setting course for a nearby planet. She watched the blue fly by, her heart panging as she saw a glimpse of his eyes, his lightsaber.
Rushing off to the Chancellor’s aid, that was the last she’d seen of him.
That was the last she’d ever see of him.
And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
Obi-Wan wrapped his robe around himself tighter, a tear sliding down his cheek as Beru sent him a last, sad smile before disappearing into her home with Luke in her arms and Owen at her side.
Obi-Wan turned away, walking slowly off into the distance. When he’d walked away from Anakin’s burning body, he’d reached tentatively out into the Force, in search of his former Grandpadawan. He’d been met with a wall of nothingness, the same kind of nothingness you felt when someone was dead.
He’d lost both his brother, sister and best friend in one day.
He thought miserably of the shell of a man he called his brother he’d left behind.
The guilt was eating at him like a starved beast.
He clambered down into a canyon of sand and stone, ignoring the scrapes on his hands and the tears rolling down his face.
Jedi weren’t supposed to feel attachment, and he knew it, but now the Jedi were gone, so who was stopping him?
We’ve come a long way from where we began
Ahsoka thought back to her first meeting with Anakin and Obi-Wan. The arrogant version of Anakin she’d first met had turned more playful than rude in a matter of days.
She thought of the pain she’d first experienced, the tiring nature, the fear.
Jedi weren’t supposed to feel fear, but Ahsoka was no longer a Jedi.
She was never destined to be, she now realised.
She was destined to watch the fall of the Jedi, but not to be one that fell.
The Order was gone, and that was unnatural to Ahsoka.
She thought back to the days of roaming the hallways of the Temple, both of her brothers at her side. She’d never thought of the fall of the Order. She’d wondered about them perhaps losing the war, but never a fall. Anakin and Obi-Wan were powerful, sometimes she’d feared for the deaths, but never the both of them.
She now realised that was why it hurt so much, she hadn’t expected the fall, much less the death of her brothers.
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
Obi-Wan thought of the last mission they’d done together, him and Anakin. His head throbbed from the mere thought of being knocked unconscious by Dooku. He thought of the way they’d fought together, brothers side by side.
He thought of Onderon, the last mission all three of them had done. He remembered the abrupt fear on Ahsoka’s face when she’d heard they were leaving. Obi-Wan knew she was ready, but she didn’t believe that.
He thought of the days they spent together, brothers and sister, on the battlefield, on Coruscant, on different planets post-battle.
The days of cheer, joy, happiness, something he missed so much.
Never had he ever thought, during one of these times, about how much he would miss them.
He wondered if Ahsoka’s death had been painless, he hoped it had. He thought of how she would have felt the same feeling of utter betrayal he’d held when Cody had shot him. He thought of Rex, and how he would feel after killing his sister.
When I see you again
Ahsoka sat down on the bed. Her and Rex had arrived hours before on the planet, and rented a small house. She collapsed, her head in her hands as tears slipped between her fingers.
Obi-Wan slumped to the floor in the cave he was sheltering in, face buried in his arms. Tears rolled down his cheeks and onto the floor, creating small puddles in the dust and sand.
Ahsoka reached out into the Force with her last speck of hope. She reached for Anakin, then Obi-Wan, then Plo. All she felt was the same pain and nothingness.
Obi-Wan reached out for Ahsoka, in hopes of discovering a flicker of life. All he felt was the same nothingness and pain he’d felt when Anakin’s life had slipped away.
They sat in silence, only interrupted by the occasional sob.
Anakin reached out, for Obi-Wan and then Ahsoka. He felt a flicker of subtle life of Obi-Wan, and then the cold nothingness of Ahsoka.
Three people, broken to pieces, unaware of each other.
Three people, against the universe.
Three people, separated.
'We'll be alright, as long as we stay together.'
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If You Touch It, You Might Drown
Tumblr fucked up my formatting, so if the tags sound interesting to you, go read on Ao3 for a better viewing experience. https://archiveofourown.org/works/54921667
CW for past implied non-con, though nothing is explicit and the word itself is never used.
“What’s the last thing you remember, General?” Rex asked. He looked old - they all did, now. They were haggard and aged by time and circumstance, their faces wrinkled and their hair graying despite the glow that held steadfast in their eyes.
Anakin hesitated.
“Rushing to the Chancellor’s office,” he lied after a moment’s pause. He couldn’t tell them - not yet, perhaps never. It was one thing to wake up in a strange ship secured with the most extreme measures possible short of just freezing him in carbonite or dangling him above an endless pit. It was one thing to panic (quite understandably, he thought) at this, and it was one thing to realize that all his friends, all his family, appeared two decades older than when he last saw them, only for him to realize he had seen them, somewhere, sometime since everything went hazy, fuzzy, blurred around the edges and misted over like fogged glass. It was one thing to realize with sickening, unparalleled horror and disgust that his body, his skills he had prided himself in and worked so hard to hone, had been weaponized and used against those Anakin loved, those he swore to protect. It was one thing to realize his comatose corpse had been made into a warlord, had been used to terrorize the Galaxy for the many years Anakin had been… absent. It was one thing for him to realize he had been chipped, and before that, mind-controlled by the man Anakin once trusted with his life and with the life of his friends and family, the man he adored and worshiped and served - it was another thing entirely to admit out loud what had happened in that office, what that same man had done to break him enough to slip through the cracks and take over.
Anakin didn’t think he had the strength to admit what happened in the privacy of his own mind, for that matter. He could face all other truths - even the harshest truths, the truth that Ahsoka had grown up so much without him, the truth that Padmé was gone, dead before Anakin could admit his feelings towards her. He could face the truth that the war had ended, that everything he had fought and strived for, everything he and his men had bled and died for, had been nothing but a farce, a graceless yet grossly glorified game. He could face them all, except the truths related to the Chancellor, to the way the man had so successfully blinded Anakin to it all, had taken the world and the Galaxy as a whole and even reality itself, had torn it down, had rebuilt it again tilted ever-so-slightly in his favor. Anakin couldn’t face the depths of his closest friend’s treachery, the betrayal that ran deep beneath Anakin’s fault lines, that threatened to break him apart completely.
More importantly, he couldn’t even stand to think about what he had done to him.
“General,” Rex sighed, sounding disappointed. Anakin flinched, minutely, at the sound, his face paling. He had heard the disappointment in Palpatine’s voice during those few rare, lucid moments that Anakin remembered. That disappointment promised pain and suffering, and it took all of Anakin’s willpower not to flinch away or shudder at the thought.
“I know you’re lying, General,” Rex murmured, his voice quiet yet somewhat tense. He sounded more… sad, than anything. Hurt, maybe.
Anakin hated making those around him sad. He hated hurting people even more, even if sometimes it seemed it was all he was ever good for.
“I- I can’t-” he tried to explain, his words catching in his throat. He hoped Rex would understand anyways, would see the depths of Anakin’s trauma reflected in his eyes, would know to drop the subject.
“I can’t,” he finished lamely, his hand shaking and trembling against the table.
“Why not?” Rex asked, his voice soft and sincere and devoid of any judgment, but Anakin flinched anyways, that helpless-alone-afraid feeling lurching inside his gut, re-emerging from deep within his contaminated soul to press against the inside of his skin, to well against the back of his eyes as unshed tears.
“I- I’m not strong enough,” Anakin whispered, the tears breaking free and streaming down his face. “I can’t stand to even think of it. Please.”
His heart thundered in his chest, his breathing rapid and shallow, his body trembling.
Rex nodded slowly, his eyes eclipsed momentarily with some sort of half-understanding, before returning to the perplexed but not unkind state they had been before.
“Please don’t make me say it,” Anakin begged, the world narrowing down as darkness prowled at the edges of his vision, some great beast waiting for the right moment to pounce.
“I- General, please understand, they need an answer. They’ll-” Rex closed his eyes and swallowed, a pained expression on his face. “They’ll kill you, Sir, if they think you’re lying. Please.”
Anakin ducked his head, that great lurking beast stalking ever closer.
“Palpatine- Sidious. He p-put s-something in my drink,” he began, stuttering and tripping over his own words and his own thoughts.
“Go on,” Rex murmured gently, softly, his warm eyes round and welcoming. Anakin had missed him oh-so-dearly, both the moment he had left for Mandalor and in the few moments of lucidity he had had since then.
“He- He pinned me d-down t-to the desk, and h-he- he-”
Rex sucked in a sharp breath, horrified understanding dawning in the man’s expression.
“General, I- I’m…” he trailed off.
“Please don’t make me say it,” Anakin pleaded once more, his hoarse voice barely more than a whisper.
Rex’s comm buzzed before he could answer, the man glancing at it with an odd mixture of trepidation and relief.
“I’ll talk to them, sir. I’ll figure something out, I promise,” Rex murmured, standing from his seat.
With wide, watery eyes, Anakin nodded, exhausted and drained, gray clouding his vision as Rex headed towards the exit.
“Pl’se d’nt make me say it,” he slurred quietly, slipping into the maw of unconscious. “‘M not-”
Not strong enough.
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Suppression
The forbidden tale of Anakin and Padmé's AOTC courtship. A detailed expansion covering the movie, known deleted scenes, and many new scenes. If George showed 20% of their screen time, this is the other 80%. Written for the enduring fans of Anidala.
I Coruscant. Chapter 1: The Reunion
That first day of reunion has played over and over in my mind so many times that I could run the memory backwards in my sleep. I cannot stop the search for clues pointing to what was to inescapably come— the light, and the darkness.
I was vulnerable when I met again with Anakin. Underneath a senator's armor was a walking open wound silently yearning for a salve. Cordé's death was a brutal blow. For all the trials I'd been through and the assassination attempts over ten years, I had never lost a handmaiden before. And so violently! My grief was compounded by the dark incredulity that she died believing she had somehow failed me. I barely had time to compose myself before formally dressing and rushing to the Senate, pouring a fierce display of my heartache into a speech to the assembled chamber. I'd learned well from my time as monarch the power of costume. I specifically chose something as regal and stately as when I was queen, using any tool I could to imbue passion into my plea. But this meant a lightning-fast change into subdued attire after, something more appropriate for a meeting in the Chancellor's office alongside other members of the Loyalist Committee. More rushing. Then we were hastening back to my apartment to meet the Jedi, who would surely waste no time once they learned of their new assignment. You don't drag your feet when you've learned you're in charge of keeping someone alive.
Rush, rush, rush.
I didn't mind. Speed and distraction kept the tears further at bay. Not that I needed the activity— I was good at suppressing my feelings. Too good.
Stalled as we waited in my receiving lounge, the late day sun bathing us in a warm glow which betrayed our emotions, all could only feel the cold of heartbreak. Typho, the dutiful captain of my security, was still frazzled but hiding it under a soldier's disciplined composure. He, along with his uncle Captain Panaka, had recruited all seven of the lives lost, hand-picking them over the years for service. And he doted on Cordé. She'd been the only one of us who could break through the hard exterior and regularly make him smile. I knew that as much guilt as I brought on myself for her death, for all their deaths, he would carry more.
Dormé, normally the talkative, sassy joke-maker of our bunch, had been relatively silent all morning as she'd dutifully helped me hurry from one location to another. Busy hands did their best to compensate for the absence of the second handmaiden who should've been there to help. But as I finished the last fastens for my dress on my own prior to our departure for the Senate, I'd heard her crying in the bathroom. I hadn't needed to ask her to don black garb. She knew she must mourn for the both of us right now.
My heart went out to Jar Jar. He'd matured in the last ten years, especially in his time of public service, but he never lost his child-like way. He'd been on the transport ship timely coming to meet us at the landing platform. Jar Jar had seen the cruiser explode on approach, been there to frantically usher us aboard as we escaped. But even through the mist, he'd seen. The broken bodies. The carnage.
The hustle of the day had helped us all stay distracted. But in the private period as we awaited Obi-Wan and Ani's arrival, we sat or stood without speaking in my receiving room, each of us fighting our own quiet battles with grief. Here, in my Coruscant home, among those who intimately understood, I felt my composure start to slip. The adrenaline of the rushed day was wearing off.
It was too easy to remember the searing heat of the explosion, as if a star had spontaneously combusted mere meters away. I'd been flung backward by its shock wave. I couldn't see them through the heavy sleeves of my blue gown, but I knew my elbows were bruised. They ached. Even with my flight helmet still adorned, my head had collided with the ground hard— it hurt if I turned my neck a certain way too quickly, and my stretched headpiece wasn't helping. The smell of smoke was still in my nose, and a wave of nausea hit me. Needing fresh air, I escaped to the balcony outside. Coruscant's smoggy oxygen flow would have to do. At least we were high up, far from the worst of the traffic congestion. The cold wind was strong enough to bite at my eyes. I blamed it for the reason why they were glossed over.
A wave of pain threatened my reasoning and my resolve. I leaned into an old coping mechanism and imagined opening a drawer, seeing myself place the distress in there as if it were a bundle of twisted cloth. It was a tried-and-true move anytime I felt truly overwhelmed by sorrow or anger. I'd been using the technique since before I was queen. When I was a preteen, I volunteered for an off-world humanitarian mission to relocate several children and their families to a new planet. The move was supposed to be their salvation. When those relocation efforts failed and they all perished, I couldn't stop crying. I morphed into a faucet incapable of shutting itself off. At the end of the second day of this, my father lovingly sat me on his knee and shared his secret trick with me. At the time, I think he mostly just wanted his daughter to stop sobbing on her bed and come to dinner— I hadn't been eating during my lamenting, either. He couldn't have known how deeply his words would sink into my psyche. Now, I could've taught a class at Theed University on Emotional Compartmentalization.
Once my breath returned to a steady rhythm, I tepidly loosened the valve on my emotions again.
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The thing that I feel is so often missed, with what people wanted to happen vs fall/no fall is what his destiny was. The Jedi were not hearing what he was saying anymore, and one of his Jedi skills is that he has prophetic dreams. He felt like a pawn being pulled, by being asked to spy on the Chancellor. Then, the Chancellor was sowing all these seeds of mistrust in him about the two people he did more or less trust. The trust between Anakin and Obi-Wan was always iffy at best, but you see many things happen, where it gets damaged, especially during The Clone Wars show. Anakin lost a lot of faith in Obi-Wan with the Rakko Hardeen plot. Ahsoka leaving really did a number on him with the Jedi, and then with Padme, he was feeling off, because he wanted to save her but with the Chancellor breathing in his ear and what he saw and not heard about from his wife in the Chancellor's office, those seeds of doubt were growing. When she asked him to speak to the Chancellor, it was more frustrating for him, because the council already had him spying and they had sent Obi-Wan where he couldn't reach him. This was all coming after so long in the Outer Rim, countless lives lost, and the thing with Dooku had just happened. He was being told things by so many people and he is responsible for his own actions, but the thing about Revenge of the Sith, is it is almost clear that Anakin's path is growing into a lonely path the whole movie.
No matter where he turned, people were telling him his nightmares were wrong. He needed to let go of attachments. When he needed Obi-Wan to actually be firm with him, he told him he was proud of him. The one person saying all the right things was the wrong person.
Anakin had those seeds of mistrust his whole life, along with the fear, anger, etc. But when he found out Palpatine was the Sith Lord, he did go right to Mace Windu. He did make a big deal about wanting him to stand trial. He was trying to do what was right but Palpatine manipulated the whole thing.
Is Revenge of the Sith partly a love story? Yes. He wouldn't have sought her out right after the temple, ran to her in Mustafar or had the reaction to her being dead if it wasn't.
But, it is also a tale of brotherhood being stolen, essentially. He only was going to turn on Obi-Wan because Sidious told him that he had to. The thing so many people miss, is the temple was a mission. They also act like he killed all the people inside. Did he kill the younglings? Yeah, he did. There is no excusing that. I don't mean to excuse anything he does. I simply try to explain the behavior and where his thought process was.
Anakin also is pretty textbook BPD, and it is very evident that he disassociated from the Chancellor's office probably until he was told Padme's dead and then again for a long time. That love in Anakin never died, but the pain that existed in Anakin laid buried deep for a long time, and it was just easier for him to say that Anakin Skywalker was dead, because to him, that part of him was. But, he was never more machine than man. He still had it in him. There was still good in him. It just only would come out, with the adult child that he had wanted from the moment he was told they existed.
But back to his journey in Revenge of the Sith. There's a time when it is all about himself and not about those in his life. He destroys those close to him. In the novelization, there is even a point where he thinks the following: "And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. That there was no Vader. That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker. That it was all you. Is you. Only you."
That is it in a nutshell. He had to become this isolated person to continue his journey, and it would be his next part of his journey that would be almost equal to this previous part of his life. So many people guessed that Luke was the Chosen One. But, it was always still Anakin, and when he killed Palpatine, he wasn't thinking about that, he was thinking he was saving his son, and didn't care if it hurt himself.
We see in Ahsoka even, that his journey is still continuing. He is the Chosen One. There is only one Chosen One. He had equal time with light and dark and that phenomenal episode with the duality in that episode of Ahsoka shows kind of what full on Chosen One could be.
So while his relationships with various people are important yes, his connection to the force supercedes everything. It shows in both trilogies how strong it is, and it is because he is the Chosen One.
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Chapter 11: Stories
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Fair Warning!!! We've got another dump coming in until I finally get everything here caught up with what I've got done on Ao3! ~~~~~~ Based on Landing at Point Rain; includes some dialogue from the episode.
The 501st arrived at yet another planet Rasha had only heard and read stories about. Geonosis never sounded like a nice planet, no matter what version was said or written. She knew she would still be needed on the ground tending to the wounded, helping Kix or some other clone medic like usual, so she made her way to the bridge. She was anxious about going down there, about what she might find, and how bad everything might be. She was anxious about whether those stories were true or not. The bug-like things, the Geonosians, that live there were always the creepiest part. Two of the Generals, Captain Rex, and Commander Cody were already having a light conversation until they came out of hyperspace in a few minutes.
Obi-Wan smiled when she approached the table but kept his conversation with Ki-Adi-Mundi going, “I cannot believe we’re back here again.”
“It is unfortunate. The resistance from the native Geonosians was stronger than we anticipated,” Ki-Adi Mundi said before turning to Rasha. “You must be the other Captain. Captain… Skohl, correct?”
“Yes, General. Please, just call me Rasha.”
“If you insist,” he chuckled.
“Thank you, sir. So, this is Geonosis?” Rasha asked when she could see the planet finally. By now, she’d been on several desert planets, but this one was off-putting for no reason other than the stories.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan answered, “their loyalty to Count Dooku seems to be stronger than anticipated as well.” She heard to door to the lift open. “You’re late,” Obi-Wan sighed.
“Sorry, Master, Ahsoka and I were busy routing the Seppies near Dorin. It’s not exactly right next door to Geonosis,” Anakin informed, receiving a small chuckle from Rasha and Ki-Adi and eye-rolls from everyone else.
Ahsoka looked up to Anakin, “My squadron alone had 55 kills,” she pointed out proudly.
“Yeah, but mine had 76. Looks like we’re ready for our briefing. Ahsoka, contact the Outer Rim Command,” Anakin ordered.
“Show off. They’re already waiting for us.” She opened the communications channel, receiving images of General Unduli, her Padawan, General Windu, Yoda, and the Chancellor.
“Our ships are in position and we’re ready to begin our campaign against the Geonosians,” Obi-Wan began, “It seems that Poggle the Lesser is holed up at the primary droid foundry.” The Generals continued the briefing for several minutes with Rasha’s nerves growing with every second.
“Cody, these are the coordinates for the rendezvous. When we hit the ground, we’ll set up a perimeter. The trick will be getting past their defenses. Rasha, you’re with me this time.” Obi-Wan turned the map, pointing at the flashing red dot, continuing as everyone explained the mission and what they were going to do upon launching the gunships.
After finishing the briefing, everyone headed for the hangar to prep ships. Obi-Wan and Cody were discussing their strategy once they were at the rendezvous as Rasha walked up to join them again.
“No, sir. I wasn’t involved in the original assault on Geonosis. I had just finished training on Kamino a few days afterward,” Cody pointed out.
“What happened in the first assault, sir?” Rasha asked politely.
“You two didn’t miss much. Last time, I was chained to a pole and attacked by several giant monsters,” Obi-Wan answered jokingly.
“Wait… You’re not being serious, are you?!” Rasha asked, surprised by how he could joke about something like that. He could’ve been killed.
“Yes. Why would I lie about something like that?”
“I have no idea, sir. I just know you and General Skywalker like to tell… outrageous stories. Where was he in all of that?”
He boarded his gunship and shrugged. “Well, he and Senator Amidala attempted to rescue me and got tied to poles too. The Senator was able to get out of everything on her own while Anakin and I just kinda hung there.”
Cody sarcastically answered, “That sounds… Entertaining…”
“Oh, it was. For the Geonosians at least.” The doors closed as Rasha gave Obi-Wan a surprised look that he only chuckled at as they left the hangar.
“What’s that supposed to mean, sir?!” Rasha still couldn’t believe that he could be making light of a situation like that.
“They wanted some sort of competition and panicked when it didn’t go quite how they wanted.”
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Star Wars – Exploring the Canon: The Clone Wars Saga – Part 2
An incomplete piece, never published before.
In which we look at the second half of the canonical works set in the Clone Wars: the final three seasons of the TV show, a comic following Darth Maul, and the novel that brings Asajj Ventress’.
This review is part of a series of pieces on the entirety of the Star Wars canon. See them all here!
Star Wars: The Clone Wars (Season 4)
The fourth season of The Clone Wars wisely takes a step back from the rapid expansion of the mythos that defined the third season, and instead takes smaller steps forward with interesting, character focused stories that take the show in some unique directions. “A Friend in Need” for example, takes Ahsoka on an adventure with her previously established love interest, Lux Bonteri, posing as his “betrothed” as they infiltrate Deathwatch, a violent group of Mandalorian traditionalists, and it ends up being a fun action romp through a snowy planet (that also has Ahsoka casually decapitate four Mandalorians at once). There is also an entire arc dedicated to forcing Anakin to grapple with his history with slavery and face off against a people who still own and use slaves, and it’s not even one of the best arcs in the show!1
Like before though, I’m just going to focus on the best two arcs of the season, and I am actually going to completely skip an arc here that I absolutely adore because as good as those episodes are, it doesn’t really add all that much to the overall story of Star Wars. If you’ve seen the show though, you might have guessed that the saga of General Krell would be one of my favorite parts of the season, and you would be entirely right. I don’t feel it would be right to spoil these episodes for anyone who hasn’t seen them however, and so once again, I am going to leave you with a Jacqueline Merritt guarantee that if you go and watch the four episodes of Season 4 starting with “Darkness on Umbara,” (so, Episodes 7-10 of Season 4), that you will not be disappointed. Well, unless you simply don’t care for Star Wars, in which case, why are you reading this?
The first arc we’re going to be focusing on here is the big one. The arc that if you have heard anything about The Clone Wars, you’ve heard about. Yes, that’s right everybody, we are finally going to talk about an arc that brings one of the most beloved Star Wars characters of all time back from the dead.
We’re going to talk about…
The arc where Obi-Wan fakes his own death and pretends to be a bounty hunter!
Wait, you thought I was gonna talk about Darth Maul, didn’t you?
Patience, young Padawan. We will speak of him soon.
The arc covered by “Deception,” “Friends and Enemies,” “The Box,” and “Crisis on Naboo” is really one of the most interesting things done in the show. The premise is pretty simple and straightforward: the Jedi Council learns of a threat to kidnap Chancellor Palpatine that they believe a bounty hunter named Moralo Eval (we get it Filoni, you like being on the nose) is orchestrating for the Separatists, and they decide that they need to send a Jedi Master undercover to try and stop this plot from the inside. Now, I’ll admit, it is really why the Council decides that it would be better of them to fake Obi-Wan’s death and send him rather than sending one of their less prominent Masters who is actually experienced in undercover work, like, say, I don’t know, Quinlan Vos, but given that the writers were never really able to develop Vos the way they would’ve liked in the show itself, I understand wanting to stick with a familiar character for this.
Where this arc gets fun though is in how they plan for Obi-Wan to actually go undercover. See, Obi-Wan is pretty well recognized across the galaxy as a general of the Clone Army and a Jedi Master, so there is no feasible way for him to go undercover without being recognized. That is, until he and Mace Windu steal the identity of the bounty hunter they hire to fake Obi-Wan’s death, put a voice modifying droid into Obi-Wan’s throat, and use a drug that radically alters Obi-Wan’s appearance, right down to changing the bone structure of his face. This sequence is presented with a wonderful dose of straight-up body horror, and it also serves to greatly expand the scope of the Jedi’s involvement in the galaxy, showing that they are not only diplomats and warriors, but also spies who are capable of deeply infiltrating their enemies if needed.
The rest of this arc plays out in a fairly straight-forward manner. Obi-Wan works to gain the trust of Moralo Eval and Cad Bane, and after helping them break out of a Republic prison,2 he, Cad Bane, and many other bounty hunters are put through a gauntlet of video game style challenges to prove themselves worthy to take part in the mission to capture Palpatine. “The Box” is about as fun and delightful an episode of this show as they come, as while the challenges posed to our characters are pretty ridiculous, they are still very fair and very compelling to watch as these anti-heroes are drawn to work together to conquer them thanks to Obi-Wan’s influence. This episode also confirms that the Selkath, an aquatic race of aliens introduced in the Knights of the Old Republic game, are a canonical race, with a nice little nod to their origins as pacifists that makes it just that little bit easier to view KotOR as canon (or at least canon-adjacent), and that is something I will never complain about.
Once we get to “Crisis on Naboo,” things proceed on basically as you might expect; Obi-Wan works to try and stop the kidnapping in the nick of time, and he manages to save Palpatine and place a couple of the other bounty hunters under arrest. There is a neat little twist near the end that spices things up a bit, but I won’t spoil that, mostly because as fun as it is, it’s just there to keep things lively, and doesn’t really change the story too significantly. The only thing I have left to say about this arc, actually, is that it is so weird to me that attempting to kidnap Palpatine is a thing that the Separatists do twice, and that they actually succeed and do better with their second attempt in Revenge of the Sith than they do here! It’s like, fine, I guess; the Separatists’ plan in Sith is definitely a much better plan and generally fits their desperation at the end of a long war, but the fact that we can pretty safely assume that the kidnapping won’t succeed until the Separatists actually try it in Sith really undercuts some of the tension in these episodes, and I am still disappointed that these episodes aren’t actually used as direct connective tissue to Sith, because that would actually be incredible.
Star Wars: The Clone Wars (Season 5)
I spent a lot of time in the last article hurling exclamations of praise at the third season of The Clone Wars, and while I certainly still stand by everything I said, one thing I very intentionally did not say was that the third season of Clone Wars was the best season of the entire show. Even though the third season does more to expand the Star Wars mythos than anything created by Lucas, the strongest season of Clone Wars is easily Season 5. Like Season 3, there isn’t a bad episode to be found, and the show, continuing to take inspiration from old serialized dramas and adventure films, now begins to draw upon classic noire to elevate the final arc of the series’ best character.
[This is where the draft of this article ends.]
Critical Eye Criticism is the work of Jacqueline Merritt, a trans woman, filmmaker, and critic. You can support her continued film criticism addiction on Patreon.
1For the curious, this arc is the episodes “Kidnapped,” “Slaves of the Republic,” and “Escape from Kadavo,” and I definitely recommend them, even if they aren’t quite as good as their premise might lead you to expect.
2There is also a throughline in these episodes of showing how Obi-Wan’s commitment to the Jedi Code puts him at risk and makes staying undercover quite difficult, but it doesn’t really go anywhere. Still definitely neat that they considered how Obi-Wan would actually fare as a spy though.
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‘What is it with you and Hutts?’ 'I spent too much time with them to ever like them. And that’s all you need to know.’ Anakin regretted it as soon as he said it. He’d made it sound more as if he had some wild, dark past, and nothing was better guaranteed to keep Ahsoka asking questions than that. If he explained he’d been a Hutt’s slave, she’d dig away at it until all the bad stuff came out. It was hard enough telling Padmé, and she was his wife. Karen Traviss [The Clone Wars novelization]
And it only adds to the tragedy. We see in TPM that Anakin openly talking about his life with complete strangers. But soon he learns that to become a Jedi, to realize his dreams of freeing slaves, he must NOT talk about his past.
Palpatine interlinked the fingers of his hands. “I’m told that you grew up on Tatooine. I visited there, many years ago.” Anakin’s eyes narrowed for the briefest moment. “I did, sir, but I’m not supposed to talk about that.” Palpatine watched him glance up at Obi-Wan. “And why is that?” “My mother—” “Anakin,” Obi-Wan snapped in reprimand. Palpatine reclined slightly, studying the two of them. Obi-Wan seemed not to have noticed the fury simmering in the boy, but for an instant Palpatine perceived a touch of his younger self in Skywalker. The need to challenge authority; the gift for masking his emotions. The yet-unrecognized power. “I apologize if I’ve stirred something between you,” he said after a moment. Clearly uncomfortable, Obi-Wan shifted in place. “The Jedi are trained to live in the moment, Supreme Chancellor. Our upbringings have little to do with our lives in the Force.” [James Luceno. Darth Plagueis]
On top of that, beyond all his trauma, every dismissal, every justification Anakin heard about slavery made him believe people didn’t really understand the urgency of the matter.
Anakin’s eyes snapped open. “I’m not talking about Dooku! I’m talking about how the Jedi claim to defend those who can’t defend themselves yet leave so many defenseless people at the mercy of gangsters and slave traders and starvation and poverty.” “That’s not us, Anakin,” he said wearily. “That’s the Republic. It’s politics. The Jedi do not involve themselves with politics. You know that, too.” “Then maybe we should,” Anakin retorted. “Maybe if the politicians won’t do what needs to be done, we need to do it. Because somebody needs to. You wonder why people believe the lies Dooku and his cabal tell them? It’s because they’re desperate. The Republic’s abandoned them—or it never cared in the first place. In the end it’s the same thing. The rich stay rich and they make sure the poor stay broken and ignorant in the gutter.” Obi-Wan stifled a sigh. Oh Anakin. This was about his childhood. Again. About the indelible fingerprints slavery had left on his soul and his psyche. Qui-Gon, did you never once stop to think of that? Did it never occur to you the damage might run too deep? “Anakin—” Anakin flicked him a frustrated look. “I know you think you understand. I know you want to understand. But if you haven’t lived it, Obi-Wan, you can’t. And you never will.” They really shouldn’t be talking. Even keeping their voices low almost to whispering, it was dangerous. But if he shut down the conversation now, if he refused to hear what Anakin had to say, he’d pile damage upon damage.[Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]
“I’m sorry,” Anakin murmured, contrite. “I know it sounds like I think you don’t care. I don’t think that. I don’t.” And if he says it enough times, will he come to believe it? But that wasn’t fair. Anakin wasn’t entirely wrong about him. He’d never been a slave. He’d never been beaten for making a mistake. Never crawled beneath threadbare blankets, starving, and fallen asleep with his mother’s tears on his cheeks. He didn’t remember his mother. He’d been raised in the Temple, safe and loved. I have compassion. I have empathy. What I don’t have are scars.[Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]
As a result, Anakin grew up believing people couldn’t/wouldn’t understand how traumatizing slavery is.
The Jedi were keepers of the peace, not legal enforcers. That was the Senate’s job. How many times had he been told that? He’d lost count. But the Senate was falling down on the job, wasn’t it? What was the use of having anti-slavery laws if the barves who broke them never paid for their crimes? It was enough to shake his hard-won and harder-kept faith. If scum like Watto and Jabba and the other Hutts kept on making their fat profits on the backs of living property—and if the Senate continued to turn a blind eye—how could anyone believe in the Republic? How could he? Padmé says she understands, but she hasn’t pushed for a Senate hearing. And Palpatine—he’s promised he’ll tackle the problem but nothing’s been done. It’s too political. Too corrupt. Too complicated. There are credits in slavery—and credits trump justice. Always have. Always will. And the Jedi? They didn’t want to get involved. Even Qui-Gon …[Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth
Add all that trauma, doubt and fear to an ideology centered around emotional detachment and you’ll have someone who will die before openly talking about his pain.
“As they strode purposefully along, a loudspeaker set atop a nearby vaporator tower announced, “There will be a slave execution at sunset tonight, in the arena. The public is invited to attend. Reserve your seat now - only five wupiupi!” Anakin tried not to reveal the depth of his fear. He knew what was happening. […] Soon he saw the arena from the distance, its lights already shining in the late afternoon. It rose above the desert on the outskirts of Mos Espa. Crowds of slaves and free people alike were filing through its gates. Music played. A commentator announced the night’s events. The slaves entered for free. Some were required by their masters to watch what happened to any slave who dared try to escape from Tatooine. But the free people paid for their own entrance, a minimal fee to satisfy their morbid curiosity. Gardulla would make sure that Dorn’s death and the deaths of his friends were entertaining, so that the crowd would pay to watch next time.”
— Dave Wolverton [Ep 1 Adventures: Trouble on Tatooine ]
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