#bail organa lives au

[raointean]

[bookwormstarwarsfan]

IMO twinswap/Bail lives aus don't pay nearly enough attention to the possible colourful, interesting but close relationship between Luke and Bail, so I'm really happy about this.

hello i have more bail lives au but this time it's ESB edition! (part 2 coming at some point)

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[varpusvaras]

Fox had never really interacted with children before.

There had not been any time or opportunities for him to interact with the younger troopers on Kamino. They were all divided into their respective age groups, and then further by their ranks in training, so Fox had been surrounded only by his immediate peers for the first decade of his life. He had seen glimpses of the younger clones, of course, through the windows of the training rooms and passing by him on the hallways every now and then.

There were a lot more children on Coruscant, and Fox had even talked to many by now, but they had been fleeting moments as well. Just a few words here and there. The longest conversation he had ever had before this had been with the younger Jedi, who always greeted him and his troopers enthusiastically whenever they happened to be near the Temple. The young ones were nice enough, and always asked him so many questions, but still, there had always been a very distinct barrier between him and then. Never able to get too close, never able to from anything meaningful, not like some of his brothers with Padawans did.

All in all, Fox had never really thought that kids would in any way be an important part of his life, ever. It wasn't like he was ever going to have his own, after all. Some of his brothers enjoyed that sort of thought, having a family and all of that after the war was over, but Fox had always been a realist. The chances of the majority of them surviving long enough for any of that were slim, and even though they were slightly higher for the clones stationed on Coruscant, Fox wasn't betting on any of them. He was a soldier, and a Commander at that. He always had to be ready to die for the Republic at a moments notice. There was no room for dreaming about the non-existent future.

So, no, Fox had never imagined himself as a father, nor had he ever had any allusions that he would even be any good at it. Children were tiny and fragile in a way that he had never been and expected and needed things Fox had never received while growing up, and he had no delusions about being able to provide something he had no experience on to someone else.

All of this was going through his head as he clicked on yet another hair-braiding tutorial and started watching.

The Twi'lek on the screen made it look absurdly easy for someone who didn't even have hair. Was this some innane ability that all Nat-borns possessed? That didn't seem correct, but Fox wasn't sure what else it would be. He didn't have clumsy hands, quite the opposite, but this all seemed very complicated, and from the way Leia had asked him to do it, Fox had the distinct feeling that there were expectations placed on him about it.

Had his other future self done this too? Stared at one tutorial after another and practiced until it came as a second nature to him? So much so that Leia now held some sort of presumption about Fox's skills on the matter? If so, Fox cursed him to the deepest pits on Coruscant's lowest levels. Fox already had enough expectations placed upon him. He didn't need this as well.

He wasn't complaining out loud, no. This was not on Leia, after all, this was on Fox's dumb other future self who had decided that it was a good idea to play house with people who were absolutely, definitely, irrevocably way out of Fox's league. Well, what Fox had always been was an chronic overachiever, so maybe it all had been inevitable in some sort of twisted way, and had now led to Fox sitting in his office and staring at yet another tutorial. Leia was thankfully still content in playing games on Fox's datapads, as she had been for a better part of two hours by now. Were children supposed to be spending that much time staring at screens? Fox was pretty sure that he had heard one of the Senator's complaining about their children having too much screen time and being all whiny because of it. Fox didn't know. He had spent the majority of his life staring at screens. Well, the other future Fox could only blame himself for it all, since he had been the one who had decided to have a kid and learned to braid hair in the first place.

Fox watched the tutorial to the end, and then rewinded it a couple of times more. This one didn't look too complicated. He could do it. It was just hair.

"Alright", he said. Leia snapped her eyes up from the pad to him. "Come here, let's try it."

He didn't need to tell her twice. Leia hopped down from the couch immediately and ran to him, leaning against the edge of his chair in a very distinctly practised way. Okay. Fox could do this. It's just hair.

Leia had very soft and very long hair. The military-graded soap that Fox had had to give her had not yet scrubbed away all the nice products that she undoubtedly had been using so far, unless she just happened to have very soft hair naturally. Maybe that was just a thing. She was a princess, after all. Fox could imagine a princess just having hair like this.

Right. Divide to two parts. Easier to work with when you have less hair at once in your hands. That was easy. Tie up the half of the hair you aren't braiding yet. Easy as well. Then start from the top of the head, from the right, over, then left, over, bring more hair into it as you go. Right, over, left, over, right, over, left, over. Do not get distracted and mess it up. Right, over, left, over, right, over, left, over. Bring more hair into it as you go. Remember to keep it equally tight all the way. Tie up firmly at the end and fluff it up a little, like so. Then take the other side and try to make it as symmetrical as possible. Start from the top of the head, from the left, over, then right, over, bring more hair into it as you go. Left, over, right, over, left, over, right, over. Tie up, fluff it up a little.

Fox felt like he had held his breath the entire time. To Leia's credit, she had stood completely still the entire time, not complaining about Fox pulling at her hair maybe a bit too tight even once. Fox was sure that he had pulled her hair a bit too tight a few times. Not that he had meant to, but still.

It wasn't like he had been made for this.

"There", he said, as he had finished adjusting the hairtie on the second braid. He did not ask her what she thought. Fox could very much see all the places where he had left the braid a bit too loose and where he had not managed to pull all of the strands properly into it and where they were now sticking out. At least he had made two braids, and he had tried to tie them up tight enough so they would last more than ten minutes.

Leia straightened her back, and very carefully, she ran her hands over the braids, before standing up on her toes to see her reflection on one of the screens on Fox's desk. Fox braced himself a little, almost on reflex. They were just two braids, and not very neat ones at that. He had seen so many ways to braid hair in much more complex and beautiful ways that she probably expected from him, rather than the ones Fox had managed to construct on her head. She was a princess, after all, and princesses were supposed to get all of the best things in the Galaxy.

Not whatever mess Fox was capable of.

He watched as Leia turned her head a bit to see her hair better from the reflection, and then how her face split into a bright, toothy grin.

"Thank you Buir!" She turned around, and before Fox could say anything, she had climbed halfway onto his chair and wrapped her arms around his middle as far as she could reach. "Can I play a little more?"

"Uh", Fox tried to figure out how to speak with his suddenly very uncooperative tongue. "Sure. Just a little more."

"Okay!" Just like that, she was off again, skipping across the room back to the couch, her braids bouncing up and down with every step, and she jumped onto the couch and pulled the datapad back on her lap. She looked up at him one more time, and grinned at him again, before going back to whatever game she had been playing before.

Fox looked at her for a moment longer as she played. She was wiggling her feet happily as she did so, like this was all up to the bar she had come to expect in her life until now. As if Fox had managed to do something correct, just like her actual parents.

Fox swallowed, and turned back to his work. His heart was beating very loudly for something so little.

He didn't hate it.

[darthjess-writing]

Chapter 18 is up!!! Let me know what you guys think, you are all amazing and I can't believe I've gotten so much support. 😘 Also shoutout to my amazing beta reader @skywalkr-nberrie who has literally been such an incredible resource and help to me on this journey!!

[thechaoticfanartist]

"You're late, Oracle."

"I got caught up in old habits."

-Bail Organa & Grim Kennet

Of course by "old habits" she means she started a fight with Vader.

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[the-obiwan-for-me]

I'm climbing up out of my absence (more or less) to remind people that occasionally I write things and to offer up a new chapter of my weird Satine/Orson Krennic fic that I SWEAR TO YOU will be very satisfying.

Not this chapter. This chapter is upsetting for most, probably.

Anyway, hi. Here. Enjoy.

[xxlittle0birdxx]

Leia pasted a public smile on her face. The kind that would have earned her an approving nod from her mother. Luke noticed it didn't reach her eyes. There was also something vaguely familiar about her. Something about the wealth of glossy brown hair and wide brown eyes reminded him of his mother. She certainly didn't resemble either of her parents. 'Hi,' he murmured. His arms tightened around the clone.

'Hello.' She couldn't keep her eyes off the toy in his arms, and he noticed.

'It's Commander Cody,' he told her with the beginnings of a shy smile. 'My father knew him.' He turned the toy around to display the clone's armor that he'd spent hours meticulously cleaning. Luke worked open the latches that held the helmet on and removed it. 'See?' He held the miniaturized Cody out to her. 'You can play with him,' he offered, almost drunk on the sheer novelty of the opportunity to interact with someone his age outside a holographic classroom setting. He'd only ever read about situations like this.

The disdainful curl of Leia's mouth grew more pronounced. 'I don't want to play with your doll.'

[enigmatist17]

Beginning Spark

Oh how I wish I could actually title something :')

Clone OC mentioned can be found here :)

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“Keep moving.” The order is tinged with hatred, and it’s so tiring.

“I am moving di’kut .” The mando’a is lost on the non-clone guards, and after a moment there’s a cry of pain when a blaster connects to the back of someone’s head. 

“She’s going in the first cell we see.” 

“Works for me. Now get moving, or I’ll let him hit you again.”

Omega looked up with a glare, but keeps her sarcastic comments as she follows the lead guard. The cell that’s closest to the elevator has its shielding deactivated, and Omega grunts as she’s thrown into it.

“Next time, keep your mouth shut, or Nala Se might deal with a prisoner with broken legs.” The second guard taunted as Omega collected herself and got up onto her feet, the red shield slicing between the two groups before the guards meandered away.

“Are you okay kid?” Omega doesn’t respond until she’s sure the two guards are fully out of earshot, and rubs the back of her neck with a wince.

“I’ll be alright, I’m just glad they’re so easily annoyed.” The younger clone made her way away from the front of the cell, not afraid of the darkness this time as she’s drawn into a gentle hug.

“You did so well.” Fives gently runs a hand through her hair, and for a moment the two just embrace before the younger pulls back. Fives looks just as she remembered, but is clamping her hands over her mouth when she looks up at his eyes.

They’re powered on with a dull blue light, and looking right at her as Fives smiles.

“How long will you be here?” Fives motions for Omega to sit on his bunk, pointing at two nodules at the top of the entrance to his cell while making a zipping motion across his lips. She hadn’t noticed them the first time, and can see one appears to be powered up while the other was off-line.

“I don’t know.” Omega sighed a bit loudly, playing up the guise of being badgered and exhausted. “Is it okay if I try to rest?”

“Of course not.” Fives moved to join her on the cot, and after one last scan of the hallway that is empty, Omega takes one of his hands and begins tapping on it.

Crosshair is going to signal

While her execution of the clones’ secret language is clumsy, the ARC trooper is more than pleased by her progress.

I can be ready when you are

It takes Omega a moment to translate, and she nods with a slight frown.

Three days. Hemlock is leaving for something, that will be our chance

Good girl

For a moment they sit together in the darkness, and eventually Omega leans against him.

“I’m scared Fives…what if we don’t make it?” She’s hardly whispering, and Fives slips an arm around her shoulders while leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

“I’m scared too kih’vod. ” She looks up in slight surprise, and Fives meets her gaze with a soft smile. “It’s okay to feel that way, and you’re going to be doing the hardest part of this, but I know you can do it.”

“I still don’t understand how you can just trust me.” Omega’s whisper is nearly lost in the distant buzz of the ray shield, but Fives catches it.

“You’re one of us, and like I said, we’ll do everything for our own.” Fives gives her a gentle squeeze, and the two sit in silence. “Soon…”

“Soon.” 

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“You know, never realized how boring a port could be.” 

There’s a sigh, masked by a ship taking off nearby.

“Come ooooon kid, talkin’ to me isn’t going to distract your eyes eh?”

Well, he’s not wrong .

“I’m not a kid.” There’s a grin when Gregor finally hears his partner speak, sitting up to clap his hands together.

“He speaks! Here I thought I’d be talkin’ to myself the next few weeks.” He’s grinning when the clone beside him glances over, looking a bit amused himself. 

“Just…don’t talk much these days.” It wasn’t entirely true, Gregor having only seen his current partner chatting with Kix around the bonfire they’d all gathered around on Pabu before he and the other groups had left two weeks previous. None of them were sure when they would be getting news of the hidden distribution network, but had all resolved not to leave until someone was able to find the first lead back to Hemlock’s base.

“Unless I’m a medic?” Another look thrown his way, this one of slight surprise before the other smiles a little.

“I’ve been learning a lot from Kix, it’s nice not being stuck on cargo transport duty staring at boxes all day.” The other huffed, and Gregor hummed as he sat back. They’ve managed to find an unused storage room that overlooked the port they’d been assigned in a discontinued comm tower, and while a bit cramped and only housing two chairs and a small cot, it would make due for now.

“Didn’ meet him before I went missin’, but he’s a good sort.” Gregor watched a ship land, and for a moment the two wait until it’s revealed to be a family taking a break for whatever reason, and they sit back. “So, Feedback, what’s your story?”

“My…story?” Feedback blinked, and flicked up his recon scanner before removing his bucket after Gregor slips his on. “I still have two hours.”

“Shush, I wanna hear you talk for a change.” Gregor chuckles, and Feedback patiently waits for him to lapse into his own version of silence.

“Well, I used to be in the 172nd Recon Unit…it feels like a lifetime ago.” The slightly younger clone perched his chin on his hand after leaning forward to lean against the railing in front of him, watching the port begin to turn on its neon lighting and street lamps for the upcoming evening. “I lost them all due to one of the Jetti being a traitor, he sabotaged our equipment and sent us into a trap. I only survived because I looked dead from my comm unit exploding, and after that Commander Gree saved me from decommissioning.”

“Good one that Gree.” Gregor nodded, reaching over to give Feedback a gentle pat on the arm. “Glad you made it.”

“Me too. For a long time I was uh, I didn’t think I deserved to?” The younger man smiled a little, his shoulders slumping as he finally relaxed a fraction. “It’s not so bad these days, and knowing that we’re going to save so many brothers? I feel more alive than ever.” 

“Natborns call it survivor's guilt, I call it holding the line.” Gregor hummed, and the two watched the family from before finally heading back to their ship, the two children laughing and chasing each other as their parents trailed behind. “We didn’t leave them, they just marched on a little earlier than they were supposed to.We make sure no one forgets, then when it's our time, we get ta follow ‘em.”

“Holding the line…I like it.” 

They don’t speak for some time, Feedback eventually dozing as the hours inched by until he’s eventually shaken awake by Gregor.

“Kid, I think we found our ship.” Feedback can see his jovial partner is gone, and despite the quiet string of chuckles that left him as Feedback hurried to slip his bucket back on, it’s no denying the Captain is on full alert. “Docking Bay 4-D.”

The ship that landed would be unassuming to the civilian eye, but to the two bred for combat before they’d taken their first breath, they know it’s very much a dangerous ship. The pilot seems to be arguing with one of the dock workers, before the two hurry off towards one of the warehouses.

“Go, you’re faster.” Gregor orders as he grabs the sniper rifle beside his chair.

Just in case.

“Yes sir.” Feedback quickly gets up from his seat and pulls his bucket off, grabbing a small bag by the door before sprinting out and down the narrow hallway. They had sabotaged the most likely equipment the Imperial network was coming to grab, nothing serious but a problem that would give Feedback enough time to circle down the tower they had set up and book it. Every second felt like an hour as Feedback did his best not to draw attention to himself, darting through narrow alleyways and keeping as much equipment between himself and the warehouse their target had entered, but finally he arrived. Being a public bay there was no privacy, but no one seemed to really care about the man who circled the ship before picking out a spot to place the tracking beacon. It’s not hard to remove an access panel from one of the landing gears, and once the beacon is secure and the panel replaced, Feedback hides in the shadows to wait and watch.

“...see to it this doesn’t happen again, my employers don’t like me to be late.” The pilot of the ship was all but yelling at the dock worker, and it’s clear to the clone he’s Imperial just by the way he stands and speaks. 

“Many apologies, it won’t happen again.” The terrified doc worker makes sure the equipment the Imperial had come for is loaded in record time, and after some documents are exchanged, the ship has taken off and is long gone.

However, Feedback smiles at the night sky, the small device in his hand beginning to beep.

Gotcha

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“Make sure that they all arrive safely, we do not wish to have an Eiradu incident again.” 

“Yes, Emperor Palpatine.” 

“Off with you then." The Emperor of the Galactic Empire turns as his lap dog bows once again, turning heel to do as he had been commanded to. Commander Fox is silent as he leaves Palpatine’s chambers, stepping aside and standing at attention when the Emperor’s pet heads towards the office.

“Lord Vader, sir.” Luckily Vader seems to want nothing from him this time, and Fox takes long strides towards the elevator and away from the room that felt like it was made of ice.

It wouldn’t matter, depending how the next three days went, he’d never have to step foot in there again.

What makes him pause is the sight of a natborn in his office, the man pushing back his anger as he salutes. He’s been more and more tense about seeing any of the Senators since the Empire had taken root, and hoped this one wouldn’t be around long.

“Fox, you don’t need to salute.”

Oh, it’s a friendly face for once, the Adlerian senator try not to look too nervous.

Fox sighs in relief as he quickly closes the door behind him, holding up a finger to sweep for any bugs that may have been placed. There have not been this time, and Fox wonders if his ploy of playing obedient servant has finally worked as he motions for the other to sit.

“I’ve passed along your message, and they’ll be ready.” Bail whispers, but knows the commander can hear him with his helmet on, constantly gazing around the room. “You’ll have only a few minutes.”

“They’re all I need. We’ll have to burn Coruscant for some time, I've left several false trails mixed with the right ones in the system, but it’ll only delay them.” While losing access to such an important planet would hinder their work, Fox knows there are other ways to free his brothers.

“You’re a good man, and I will always be here to help.” Bail gets to his feet, and for a moment the two look at each other. 

“Senator…” For the first time since Bail can remember he watches Fox lift off his helmet, revealing the tired and gaunt man underneath. “I have one other thing.”

“Yes?” Bail watches the other root around in his helmet before revealing two data cards, handing them over and watching the Senator hide them deep in his robes.

“Be careful, Alderaan is…being watched.” Fox slips his bucket back on, and after one final scan, opens the door to his office. “Keep them safe.”

“I will.” Organa places a gentle hand on Fox’s shoulder before he steps out and into the winding corridor of the Senate building, soon lost among the wandering crowds. The clone watches the coming and going of natborns before stepping back into his office, taking a deep breath before exhaling.

Three days, Commander Fox can do a lot in three days.

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Hunter nearly misses the flash of the comm unit in the Marauder, too busy tinkering with his blaster. At first he thinks he just saw a random flash, but when it goes off again, he moves to check it out. He’s hoping it’s one of the recon teams, it’s been nearly two weeks since they had all been sent out, and Hunter did not do well with waiting. One could only help islanders with chores or workout with the clones on the beach for so long before the thought of what they’re waiting for hits him, so he’s taken to hanging around his ship. 

Well, his home really, but that’s for another time.

He’s not going through the message they received for long before the world just seems to stop, Hunter’s eyes wide as he reads the repeating message over and over before remembering he can move. His response is surely littered with typos and reeking of desperation, but he has to know he has to know this is real.

The five minutes that pass are a decade long each, and he’s zeroed in when the simple response flashes on the screen.

9903 - 55 - 9903 - 55 - 9903 - 55

The Sergeant promptly turns to his side, heart thudding in his chest as he struggles to breathe, one hand gripping the console as tight as he physically could while his other hand shoots out to grip onto the comm chair. He’s not sure what he wants to do, his breathing ragged as the message keeps flashing over and over, and the only thing to keep him from throwing up is the fact he’s all but frozen in place from the tidal wave of emotions. 

It’s not his fault it’s not his fault it’s not his fault it’s n o t  h i s  f a u l t

“Hey Hunter, you mind if I take…Hunter?” Wrecker blinks when he hears loud ragged breathing when he jogs up into the ship, following the sound to the cockpit to find his leader in the midst of what looked like some sort of meltdown. Hunter is frozen in place, eyes wide and fixated on a message that Wrecker couldn’t be bothered with at the moment, instead slowly approaching the other and placing a hand on Hunter’s shoulders. This seems to break the spell of something holding his commander there , and Hunter jerks back from the communications console and against the larger clone, who takes the moment to lead Hunter out of the ship and towards the extended ramp. “Breathe for me Sarge.”

“I…am.” Hunter grunts between panicked breaths, but being out with the fresh air, and a familiar weight sitting at his side was helping Hunter to ground himself. It feels like eons until the crushing feeling on his chest has become more manageable, and despite his exhaustion, Hunter forces himself to remain upright and begin signing with slightly shaking hands.

“ Check the comm.”

“It can wait.” The pained noise that escapes Hunter seems as surprising to the man as it was to Wrecker, but the other didn’t seem too surprised as he put his arm around Hunter’s shoulders. He can see the tears that slowly start to fall as his leader trembles, hands now clamped over his mouth as he fixates on the distant crashing waves. Hunter wants to remain the stoic leader, after all he’s the one who needs to keep it all internal so he can help be a steady head in this turbulent time, but his body seems to have finally cracked from all the strain of the last few months. He’s grateful Wrecker doesn’t say anything, even remaining still for the man who was always fidgeting or moving for as long as Hunter could remember.

“ Go.”��His hands aren’t trembling when he finally signs, and after giving Hunter a gentle squeeze, the taller clone gets to his feet and heads inside the ship, letting out a whoop less than a minute later.

The tears come again despite Hunter feeling as though he’d evened out, but this time they’re more ones of joy as he listens to Wrecker send a message while calling for Echo to hurry his kriffing ass to the ship right now .

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“For the record, this is not wise.”

Tech sighs, adjusting his goggles as he took a breath.

“I understand your hesitation, but my brothers and I never faltered due to our enhancements. I will mask my message so the Empire shan’t notice, so please stop expression your irritation for the twenty-eighth time in the last hour.”

“I didn't do it that many times…” The clone named Dogma grumbled, and Tech bites back a retort. Despite his grumpy and warranted distrust for the newcomer, Dogma seemed only to want what was best for his brothers, and Tech could respect that. He’d been helping Tech with his mobility sessions, and had finally acquiesced to Tech’s want to contact his unit once he’d helped improve their damaged long range communications. 

“If it helps improve your mood, I fully intend on leaving a message for Captain Rex in regards to meeting you and the others here.” As expected, Dogma paused for a moment, a look of fondness crossing his face before the usual scowl returned. Their slow walk to the communications room is in relative silence the rest of the way, and finally Tech is seated in front of a console.

Oh how he would never take his freedom to tinker for granted again.

It takes a few minutes to set up a secure link, Dogma eventually joined by Tup and a few other curious clones. Once he links up with one of the Batch’s secret channels, Tech has to take a slow breath as he hesitates. It’s a bit silly to feel…nervous about a simple communique, but he shakes the feeling off and starts with a simple phrase.

99

It was the first code they used once the Batch had become a fully fledged unit, hiding in plain sight for those who were unaware.

Tech sets it on repeat and waits, the small room beginning to fill with more survivors who wanted to hear about other surviving groups. The Batcher had explained that Rex’s network had saved hundreds if not thousands of their brothers, and the news had spread throughout the Venator within a surprisingly short amount of time. Clones he’d met once and many he hadn’t would trickle in and ask what he knew, and while Tech could only offer limited information, what he did share seemed to raise spirits and give many hope that batchmates or friends might still be alive. He knew that mere months ago, back when regs were regs and they were the Batch, Tech might not have cared to see the way those dull eyes would light up, or accept the handshakes or gentle squeezes to his shoulder from those who accepted him without hesitation. The gentle murmur of conversation silences when, less than two minutes after sending the message he gets on in response.

“What does it say?” A trooper, Appo he believes asks, and Tech is quick to pull the message onto his datapad. Everyone watches as he scrolls through it, and lets out a soft sigh before setting it aside and sending another repeating message in response.

9903 - 55 - 9903 - 55 9903 -55

“I would prefer to keep this private, it is a personal response.” The others nod as they await the next response, this one taking far longer and written in a way that makes him smile. 

“Good news I take it?” Tech hadn’t seen Fordo even enter, currently responding to his excitable brother with a short update promising that he was alive, and he needed to pass along a message.

“Very, I will give them your message for the captain once Wrecker’s…enthusiasm dies down.” Not a single clone within earshot misses the fondness in his normally flat voice, and he can hear some of them murmur good-naturedly.

“When you hear a response, I’ve already had Pabu queued.” The alpha gave Tech a gentle pat on the shoulder before turning to the others in the room with a slight wave. “Let him have some time.”

“Yes sir.” With a buzz in the air the room quickly empties, and with Dogma alerting Tech he’ll wait outside, he’s left on his own to re-read over the first response without a dozen eyes trying to pry.

Tech plsae let this be you, tell me where you aer, let uss know where you are, we’ll come bring yuo home

Tech wanted to wince at the multiple typos, but knows that this time he could let it go. He thought it had been Wrecker at first, but when Wrecker had actually responded, it hit Tech that this was the writing of a desperate Hunter. Setting his pad aside Tech leaned forward to send another message before Wrecker could respond.

I am coming home soon

Tech seems in much better spirits when Dogma fetches him almost an hour later, passing on the information for a meet-up with Rex once they had made it back to the medbay. He can hear various clones running to prep the ship for travel and general buzz for the chance to see other survivors, and for a moment it’s like being amongst his batch during happier times.

Soon, soon they would be back together, and be ready to take Hemlock on with the fury of hundreds of angry brothers.

Excellent.

[r0gerr0ger]

Once Again, I Have Meaning

Chapter One; Falling

[TW: mention of death below]

Leia falls. Like a Spirit with clipped wings. Like lead in water. Down and down and down. She feels nothing, and everything, fear and pain howling through her, a storm. Clawing behind her eyes, in her ears, in her stomach, her heart. She feels sick, she feels in pain. She feels like someone has shoved their hand down her throat and is gripping her heart, squeezing ‘til it bursts. Trapped. Falling. Dying- Let me, Leia begs. If only to end this. And then. No. Please. Please, I want to live.

~~~

Five years before an escape pod crash lands on Tatooine, a ship does, carrying with it a princess. Entrusted by her dying guard to the care of strangers, a journey begins. It'll be simple, she's told. You'll be home this time tomorrow, she's told.

[fanfic-obsessed]

Knowing

I have just had the worst, or best, brainwave and I need to share it. 

Here is an AU for you.

Vader thinks that he killed his wife and child, right?

Right up until he meets little Leia Organa when she is 10 years old. Like his one brain cell woke the fuck up when he was confronted with a passionate, angry little girl with Padme’s eyes and his chin. This is maybe a month after she was kidnapped and returned to Alderaan. Leia decides that she would need to learn how to be a senator and insists that Bail takes her with him to the next session of the imperial senate.  

Bail does not want to bring her to the imperial senate. However he knows very well who her birth parents were, it is either Bail brings Leia to the Imperial Senate or Leia brings Leia to the Imperial Senate, probably bringing with her someone she really shouldn’t (Like actual Obi Wan Kenobi-I just want you to picture for a moment, because Bail certainly did, looking up and realizing that Leia is charging down the halls outside his office, dragging with her a bemused and sandy Obi Wan, both in badly conceived disguises).

Bail is super stressed as he tries to run a rebellion while riding herd on his well meaning but very direct 10 year old daughter on top of his normal duties as an imperial senator. Bail is also very afraid that the moment the Emperor sees Leia, he will make the connection between Leia and Padme Amidala (The emperor does not socialize with the senate any longer, thank the stars). He has no idea that Vader was once Anakin Skywalker, so has no cause to be more careful than normal (because Vader) about Vader seeing Leia. As such Bail does not even notice when Vader stops to consider them from the shadows. Leia is haranguing another planet’s senatorial aide who had chosen the wrong moment to make a bigoted joke. 

Vader is very abruptly, though mentally, thrown back to this very hallway 12 years earlier where he watched his wife do the same thing, for the same reason, possibly to this same aide. Though Leia is still a child and Padme was an adult, he can still see his wife in this little girl.

The realization that this is Padme’s child hits him with the force of a Ventanor. Followed immediately, before he even realized that this meant that his child was standing in front of him, by the soul deep knowledge that she must be protected from the Emperor at all costs. 

Vader had known for years that his suit had been designed to cause him more pain, he just thought he deserved it. The thought of Palpatine getting ahold of Padme’s daughter was abhorrent. Vader sticks to the shadows and watches, seeing how well Bail loved and protected Leia. 

While he is thinking(read Obsessing) about his daughter, the part of him that is always centered on Obi Wan points out that his old master had been one of the last people to see Padme after Vader choked her. But the little voice that spoke in Padme’s tones piped up, the shock of Leia living being enough to finally make this little voice loud enough to be heard, saying that until recently Obi Wan believed that Anakin Skywalker was all the way dead, he was protecting their child as best as he knew how. 

And Vader has issues with just about every choice Obi Wan Kenobi ever made. But he will admit that hiding Padme’s daughter was the best option. 

As Vader knows that paying too much attention to Leia would draw the Emperor’s attention, he would be willing to wait until the right moment to get his daughter back. His one concession to his need to protect her was taking one of his personal guard, one of the few units still made up almost entirely of clones, and assigning them to be Leia Organa’s bodyguard, her shadow (I also want you to take a moment to consider what that did for Bail’s stress level).  And then Vader gets to planning. 

With his one brain cell awake and focused on the Organa’s it takes Vader all of 15 minutes to realize that Bail Organa is running the Rebellion (I want it to be clear, this is not a slight on Bail at all, Anakin Skywalker was a war general, well educated through the Jedi on a number of subjects, and does have a fair measure of politics learning from both his former master and his dead wife).  However Vader is no more loyal to the Empire than Anakin was to the Republic.  In fact, upon realizing that Padme’s daughter had lived Vader firmly decided that he needed to find a way to kill Palpatine to crown Leia.  With the realization that Bail, and likely Leia (neither Vader nor Anakin have any idea what activities are appropriate for a 10 year old), are part of the Rebellion, Vader decides that The Rebellion would succeed (or everyone would die trying). 

Note: Vader only really gets away with no one realizing that he now supported the Rebellion because, well, no one can quite believe that Darth Vader supports the Rebellion. Most people think there is a new type of Space Madness, and that one of the symptoms is hallucinating Darth Vader giving you intel for the Rebellion.

By the time Leia was a teenager, rumors abound about the odd way that Vader acted around her. By sheer happenstance (and some judicial violence on Vader’s part) these rumors had never reached the Emperor. A good deal of these rumors implied that Vader was looking to the Princess of Alderaan as a wife.  The reaction Vader had, the only time it was brought up in front of him, was…impressive, even for the amount of violence he normally dealt out. Still there are members of Vader’s personal guard who watch over Leia whenever she is on Imperial Center, and no one wants to repeat the time when she was 12 when one of Bail enemies tried to kidnap her for ransom.  It took an entire corps of engineers to put those levels back to rights (after they scrubbed the blood off).  

So we get all the way up to the timeframe of ANH. The Death Star in this does not start out under the control of Darth Vader. It starts out under the control of Tarkin, it is important to note this. Leia still sends out R2D2 and C3P0 to find Obi Wan Kenobi, none of that part changes. 

It is after Leia is captured that Darth Vader shows up (does he lurk silently in any system that Leia is due to be in as often as he can get away with…why yes, yes he does). Tarkin had wanted Leia tortured, however no one wanted to find out how many decks Vader would spread their entrails across for touching her.  Vader arrives on the bridge just as Tarkin is threatening to blow up Alderaan. Tarkin orders the weapon to begin its charge. 

Leia, Leia who is so like her mother in that she will use every weapon in her arsenal, turns to Darth Vader and speaks to him for the first time. ‘Please’ she said, no effort to hide her distress, ‘please save my planet’

Something Leia had no cause to know-An angel who she resembled once thanked Anakin Skywalker for saving her planet. 

Tarkin is dead almost before she finishes speaking. Vader orders the DS weapons to power down and disengage, which is done post haste. Then announces that Leia Organa was now in control. 

So Leia now owns a Death Star (genuine article-never used). Leia is not sure if that is how this works, but no one is arguing with the tall man in black who has OPINIONS and will enforce them.  Leia manages to communicate this to her parents, who take a shuttle up to the space station to figure out what the fuck is going on, and what, if anything, they need to do next.

Two hours later: Obi Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, R2D2, C3P0, and Chewbacca have just been caught trying to sneak onto the Death Star. The Organas are still on board, trying to get answers (In that time Vader has said precisely five words to them ‘You have raised her well’).  It is to this room that the troopers manning the station (who are deeply confused and a bit conflicted because it seems like they may have all been forcibly defected from the Empire, but no one is willing to disobey Lord Vader) bring Obi Wan and co. and present them to Leia, as she is considered in command.  Somehow Luke’s full name (I kind of picture him still dumbly introducing himself to Leia, followed with ‘we’re here to rescue you’) gets used before the situation deteriorates. Which naturally causes everything to deteriorate further and faster than before.  

Far away on Imperial Center, the Emperor pauses in the middle of a hallway ‘I feel’ he says to no one ‘a disturbance in the Force.’ another pause ‘like some shit has just hit the fan’

Far away on Dagobah Yoda looks up, ‘weird, shit just got’

[droolingvenus]

People Who Deserve To Kill Palpatine and Who They Have Celebratory Sex With On His Desk After

Commander Fox: Guys, you KNOW this man deserves to off his shitty boss, thus living the fantasy of many, many people. I think that Senator Chuchi is an obvious choice, but she strikes me as not quite that type of lady, she would consider it, but I think she'd be more scared about getting caught than turned on by the possibility of it. Quinlan Vos would definitely be game to bang on Palpatine's desk, and if not with Fox, well, the Senate building should invest in some Jedi-proofing security measures, Quinlan would also be the one to leave some kind of evidence. He wants someone to know there was people doing the dirty on the dead man's desk, he strikes me as the type to get off on a little law breaking being involved.

More under the cut!

Padme Amidala: This woman trusted Palpatine immensely, and though that trust didn't last until her death, she still never expected Palpatine to be that kind of corrupt. Depending on what way things went, Anakin and her would be there to kill Palpatine together or Padme would do it herself because he took her beloved husband away from her. Afterwards, she and Anakin defile Palpatine's desk, or his desk chair, or both, or she finds someone else, probably someone she has a history or affection for, and lets herself feel some good feelings, knowing that she at least got the biggest threat to her galaxy out of the picture. And she's probably getting good sex afterwards, so she enjoys the day.

Bo-Katan: Palpatine basically allowed Maul to kill her sister and terrorize her people, and what happens to Mandalore after the end of the Clone War? Horrific. Palpatine can rot in hell just for that. I think, if she had Pre Vizsla around somehow (AU maybe?) he would be her first choice, because I do believe that she loved him, no matter how misguided that love was. If Vizsla wasn't available, Obi-Wan would be an option in her mind, he was screwed over by Palpatine too and it might not be out of the question for him to be the one helping her kill Palpatine. Proximity to the location and each other, the adrenaline of assassinating a Sith Lord, it's plausible to me.

Pretty much everyone Clone Commander/Captain and their Jedi General: Definitely Cody and Obi-Wan would assassinate Palpatine if given the chance and then have passionate sex on the desk and desk chair to celebrate the occasion. Bly and Aayla probably wouldn't be the ones likely to do it in canon, but we ignore canon a lot around here, so I think they deserve to stab and shoot the hell out of the wrinkly bastard and then have sex on every possible surface in the office. Wolffe and Plo Koon deserve to assassinate Palpatine, but they would probably (Definitely) bring their own partners to do the deed with. Plo, for once, pulls his rank card so he gets first dibs on the defiling, and Wolffe concedes, though he was pouty about Plo not letting him go first.

Lastly for now, Bail and Breha Organa: Just because it wasn't predicted or known at the time that their planet would become an asteroid field doesn't mean that Bail and Breha don't have their anger and bitterness towards Palpatine. Yes, Bail and Breha can be imperfect, and I think they should be allowed to have sex on Palpatine's desk, and probably renew their wedding vows at some point, they seem like the type.

I might add more later, but these are the ones who came to my mind first!

[now-you-sound-like-a-jedi]

As The World Ends Around Us

Another "Clone Wars/Revenge of the Sith but Satine lives" AU!

Summary:

After narrowly surviving being stabbed by Maul, Duchess Satine Kryze flees to Coruscant.

There, with the help of her friends in the Senate - including Padmé Amidala and Bail Organa - Satine does what she can to help her sister’s resistance from afar. But her previous neutrality might be coming back to bite her as the Republic proves increasingly reluctant to help.

Meanwhile, her… actually, she isn’t quite sure what he is - Obi-Wan Kenobi is pulled in every direction across the galaxy in the mounting chaos of the Clone Wars, which nevertheless seem to be approaching some sort of a conclusion.

But unbeknownst to them both, the impending shadow of the Empire and Order 66 draws ever nearer. Soon enough, together they will have to face the end of everything they know and love…

Includes!

• Satine and Padmé being besties

• Obi-Wan and Satine trying to figure out how to turn fifteen years worth of unresolved feelings into a relationship

• Satine and Bo-Katan trying to fix their messed-up family dynamic (and their messed-up planet!)

• the formation of the unofficial Anti-Palpatine Senate Squad of 19 BBY, except this time Satine is involved

• covers Seasons 6 and 7 of the Clone Wars and Revenge of the Sith if Satine lived

Playlist:

Call It What You Want • Taylor Swift | Like I'm Gonna Lose You • Meghan Trainor & John Legend | Delicate • Taylor Swift | I Found • Amber Run | Take Me Away • Morgan Wade | Car's Outside • James Arthur | Hearts Without Chains • Ellie Goulding | I Know Places • Taylor Swift | Skyfall • Adele | The Future Is A Foreign Land • Ghost

This is gonna be a long one, folks! 34,000 words and counting in my drafts

[stealingpotatoes]

If BBBO had met would Bail be able to improve Owen's opinion of Obi-Wan?

he can try...

(commission info // tip jar!)

[varpusvaras]

Continuing on this post because I said in the tags that it goes together with the Codywan desert husbands au. I just think it would be really funny if neither Cody or Rex (or anyone of the surviving batch) knew that the others are alive, other than Fox.

Fox helps with the Rebellion, being a contact and such, because he is not that much in the limelight (Bail and Breha are taking care of that part), and he, of course, goes by a codename. He did recognise Rex, like, immediately when he heard about things going on with other clones leaving the Empire and such. He couldn’t give himself away, because there is still a risk that him getting recognised could lead to Bail and Breha being implied to be part of the Rebellion. Fox keeps an eye out on Rex though, to make sure he’s okay.

Then Leia gets kidnapped, they reach out to Obi-Wan, and Fox learns that Cody is alive and well as well. But because of the whole thing surrounding the twins, he decides that it’s the best to stay away still.

This leads to, eventually, Luke meeting up with Leia’s family after the Death Star and coming back to Cody and Rex like “...do you guys have a brother?” “Multiple, how’s so?” “Well I mean Leia’s dad looks a lot like you, so I just thought...” “....I didn’t think we looked much like Bail Organa?” “No, not him, the other dad!” “What other dad?” “The one who looks like you, this tall, grey hair, kinda looks like wants to murder you?” “....I swear to GOD -”

Fox hears the scream to the other side of the base.

“Leia, sweetie, do a solid for your old man?” “Okay?” “Kill me.”

[walkawaytall]

sometimes when you're supposed to be finishing the multichapter you've been working on for a year and a half and you are just so close you can practically taste it, you end up writing the prologue for an Organa Twins AU that's probably not going anywhere?

(But also might be something because I've already thought of how I want Luke, Han, and Chewie rescuing Leia from the Death Star to go down in this AU and it's real fun.)

“Pregnant, she must still appear. Hidden, safe, the children must be kept.”

“We must take them somewhere the Sith will not sense their presence.”

“My wife and I will take the babies. We've always talked of adopting. They will be loved with us.”

*****

When it came to disappearing entirely, Tatooine was as good a place as any. Ben Kenobi harbored no particular fondness for the planet, but it offered the sort of anonymity that was difficult to come by closer to the Core, and being in Hutt Space guaranteed some separation from Imperial officials.

Tatooine was also where it had all gone wrong and, as such, was the only place Ben could hope to find answers regarding how to prevent such a tragedy from occurring again.

He was running out of time, though he had felt that way for nearly two decades. Two decades spent under the torturous heat of twin suns, searching for a why or a how. Two decades befriending his nearest neighbors in hopes that he would discover something that made what he knew make sense, that he might hear a story or a description preceded by Shmi said he always… that would cause everything to fit together.

Two decades paying penance for every move he had made that culminated in Anakin’s fall to the Dark Side.

It shouldn’t have taken two decades. He was supposed to have moved on, was supposed to have started training the children on some other backwater planet where they were unlikely to be discovered. In fact, Bail Organa had contacted him nearly ten years prior to inform him that, after months of careful observation, he and his wife, Breha, had determined that their daughter, Leia, was exceptionally good at keeping secrets — “not just good for a ten-year-old; good by any metric.” Leia’s twin, Luke, was…improving in that area, and should be adequately trained by the time the school term ended. They were preparing the children for a change in scenery for their instruction. What month did he think was best to begin?

That month certainly hadn’t been a good one, nor was the next. Ben still hadn’t determined what exact course of events had caused Anakin’s fall. He didn’t know if there was something genetically malevolent about the Skywalker line or if Anakin’s surroundings had played a significant part in his embracing of the Dark Side. If he didn’t know what caused it, how could he possibly prevent it from happening to another Padawan? How could he prevent Luke and Leia from turning?

Really, the entire year had ended up being bad timing, as had the next and the next. When Bail contacted him mere days after the twins’ fifteenth birthday, Ben had been fairly certain he would be ready the next time his old friend commed.

But he didn’t comm.

Ben didn’t pay much mind to the silence. He assumed Bail or Breha would get in touch again if they truly thought the children ready, and by then, Ben would be ready, too.

The next time he saw Bail’s face wasn’t through direct contact, but via a galactic news report being shown in a local cantina. The viceroy was announcing the date of his retirement from the Galactic Senate. He confirmed that, after an apparent landslide victory in an election on Alderaan, the pale young woman with big, brown eyes standing next to him would take his place.

Ben could hardly look at her for more than a few seconds before focusing his attention back on Bail. She looked like her mother.

He wondered how Bail could manage having the living, breathing reminder of the loss of Padme stare across the breakfast table at him every day. He could barely stand the mere memory of her ultimate fate. He still had dreams about her sixteen years after she’d breathed her final breaths, dreams in which she lived, dreams in which she died in a variety of ways, dreams in which she joined Anakin as he had wanted her to.

Leia spoke calmly and clearly, with fire simmering just under the surface of every word that reminded him simultaneously of all of her parents, both biological and adopted. Breha and Bail had clearly trained her to communicate well, though she possessed her own sort of easy charm and wry wit that Ben had no doubt had endeared her to the public.

He wondered about the boy, wondered what Luke was up to while his sister shackled herself to the impossible ideal of equitable politics. Bail had mentioned something about him learning to fly larger ships the last time they had spoken, and Ben had briefly wondered if the children were involved in the insurgent activity that he knew Bail continued to engage in.

Surely not. Bail and Breha were devoted to their causes, but they had always been protective of their children. They wouldn’t allow such young people to involve themselves in something as dangerous as the rebellion.

In the more than three years that had passed since Bail’s retirement announcement, Ben had hardly had to wonder what the twins were doing at any given moment. Leia was the darling of the Senate as far as the general populace was concerned, and it was no wonder: she spoke up for the poor and needy, raised the issue of abolishing slavery of all sentient species galaxy-wide as often as she was allowed, and routinely seemed to represent the interests not just of Alderaanians, but of any being who had struggled under the crushing hand of the Empire. They would never say so publicly, but Ben couldn’t imagine a galaxy in which at least two-thirds of her fellow senators didn’t despise her.

Luke’s presence was less obvious, but Ben gathered that the boy was acting as extra security when his sister traveled on her many diplomatic missions. Her transport was sometimes shown taking off or landing on one planet or another, and it was always flanked by a minimum of two X-wing starfighters. Luke appeared to be flying one of them every time Ben saw a report of Leia traveling.

They seemed to be doing well despite their lack of training. As a senator, Leia had no doubt met both Palpatine and Vader, and yet it seemed as if they were none the wiser. She was shielding her Force-sensitivity somehow, and since Luke appeared to be with her most of the time, Ben had to assume he was as well. They were better off without being trained by him, without ever knowing of their familial baggage.

He assumed he wouldn’t hear from the Organas again.

As spring slipped into summer on Tatooine, many locals shifted their habits to align with the evening hours. The days were barely tolerable during less-extreme seasons, but they were unbearable during the summer. Ben took to sleeping during daylight hours, the same way his neighbors did.

He was surprised to be woken by frantic knocking on his door a mere hour before midday. Ben squinted at his chrono a moment longer than usual to make sure he was reading the time correctly. He tried to ignore the knocking, but it only increased in volume and speed.

Something must be wrong, he thought as he hauled his aging body out of bed. Why anyone would come to him for help was beyond him, but he could at least see what they needed.

He swung the door to his small dwelling open and was immediately blinded by the midday suns. His vision took seconds to adjust, and he squinted at the person standing outside his home.

Blue eyes set beneath a mop of sandy hair met his. The young man was sunburned and covered in sand. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

“Uncle Ben?”

[tranakin-skywalker]

Wait you're making a fic for your torgruta au?? Tell me more please

Yeah, I've been thinking about writing a fic about it for a while now. Most likely it's going to be a series of oneshots so I can hop around to different parts of the story I find interesting.

A lot of the ideas are coming from the hyena discord, so I can't claim them as my own. But they are just too good to pass up. Like togruta making infrasound with their montrals and constantly projecting their moods. So when Anakin first gets to the Temple he's constantly screaming for him mom at a pitch that only other togruta can hear.

I've decided that that's actually how he first meets Ahsoka. She hears him making his lost, scared, where's mom, where's family sounds and seeks him out to comfort him. Ahsoka would be about four here, and would have left Shili recently enough that she could still remember what those noises mean, even if Tatooine togruta sound different from Shili togruta. (to a Shili tog Anakin's distressed noises sound like he's being maimed, but that's just because of the generational trauma and general awfulness of being a togruta on Tatooine. What they would think of the vocalizations he makes when actually being maimed we will not think about)

So Anakin and Ahsoka end up growing up together right from the start, and the main reason Anakin is so insistent on being knighted early is so that Ahsoka can be his padawan. It's a private thought he has to himself at first, but as Ahsoka gets older and no masters are showing any interest in taking her on she starts to panic. Anakin tells her that he'll just have to get knighted before she ages out so that he can be her master. And then the Clone War starts and he realizes that keeping his promise means bringing her onto the battlefield with him where she could die and he's not sure if he'll be enough to keep her alive :)

Because Shmi is a togruta too she does not get bought by Cleigg Lars. I am just. not dealing with the implications of that. (Listen. I want to read Shmi's marriage to him as a good thing, but I have a very hard time doing that.)

Now, there's actually a comic (Legands, I think, not Disney canon) where Gardulla goes to Watto and tries to buy Anakin back after he wins the Boonta Eve Classic. So have some fun thoughts about what would have happened to Anakin if he hadn't gone with Qui-Gon.

In the fic, Gardulla goes to buy Anakin but of course he left with the Jedi, so Gardulla decides she'll take Shmi as payment for Watto's debts. After all, if Shmi already had one child who turned out to be a talented podracer, well, she might have more. Hence the younger sibling that comes about shortly after Anakin leaves.

When Anakin goes back to Tatooine because of the nightmares about his mom he finds out that Watto sold his mom back to Gardulla and has to go to her to buy his mom's freedom. Which would be traumatic, on multiple levels. Anakin finds out that a month before he arrived, Shmi tried to escape with the sister Anakin didn't know he had, and Gardulla had their chips detonated. Gardulla even gives him their triggered remotes as proof.

(Of course unbeknownst to Anakin, Shmi and the sister survived and are living with a village of other escaped togruta.)

A lot of canon still happens the same, including Anakin's fall, Order 66, Mustafar, etc. But when Bail Organa sees Ahsoka at Padme's funeral he tells her that he can take her to a mutual friend of theirs. Ahsoka thinks (hopes) it's Anakin at first, and is devastated when she realizes it's Obi-Wan (and then hates herself for feeling disappointment because she should be happy that Obi-Wan is still alive, but he's not Anakin, and this means that Anakin must be dead).

There's no Lars family and the Organas would have a harder time explaining a non-human daughter, so Ahsoka and Obi-Wan end up taking care of the twins. They eventually find their way to Tatooine because it's out of the Empire's notice and, well, because it's a connection to Anakin (Ahsoka's trying to hold onto anything she can that connects her to her brother and Obi-Wan is in his self-harming phase.)

And it's there that they eventually run into a little community of togruta and a woman who looks suspiciously like Anakin who has the last name Skywalker. But hey, Shmi gets to meet her grandkids at least. Even if it happens at the same time that she finds out that son she thought she'd sent away to a better life and hasn't seen in 13 years is dead. (Obi-Wan sees how much Anakin's death destroys Shmi and decides to never, ever tell her what he became. Vader will be his burden and it's a secret he will take to his grave. Anakin Vader is dead, and he'll save them from ever finding out how it really happened)

Of course, 15 years later Ahsoka goes to rescue some rebels from a walking death omen in black when she realizes the infrasound calls he's shrieking out of his mangled montrals is devastatingly familiar.