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OC time once again !! Loser inquisitor

24th Brother (Niemer Sal'Gahad)

Would've made a better spy than a killer

Carries poison darts and vials

Quick reflexes and flexible body but dogshit motor coordination + vision

Was a novice temple guard before Order 66, chose to follow the Grand Inquisitor over the Jedi Order

The Grand Inquisitor HATES him - He thinks Niemer is a useless, careless brat

Assigned to monitor Sem as a sort of fool's errand - Either he fails and returns to be punished or he gives up and kills Sem without justification, and has to shoulder the consequences alone (or so the Grand Inquisitor Thought)

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scentless apprentice

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mikaya refs/info!!

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Obi-Wan Sips His Beverage

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:22:55 - 00:22:56

A lot of callouts in these shots, and Tumblr won’t allow enough tags for them all, so here they are listed for searching purposes:

• Agira Nyrat • Bufon Taire • Civ Sila • Dannl Faytonni • Di Mantid • Dixon Just • Elan Sel'Sabagno, aka Elan Sleazebaggano • Immi Danoo • Jynne Celwik • Kalyn Farnmir • Obi-Wan Kenobi • Reina March • Rosha Vess • Whimper Save • Zey Nep

• Unidentified Humans • Unidentified Sullustan

• Balosar antennapalps • Death stick • Kuat • Kuat Drive Yards • Kuati Security Forces • Toniray wine • Unidentified beverages • Zealots of Psusan

I may be missing it somewhere, but I don't see anything that specifies what drink Obi-Wan is drinking in this scene. Later in Dex’s Diner, he drinks Jawa Juice (or Ardees) but what is he drinking here?

Looking at the types of beverages listed on Wookieepedia, here are the options I could find for a bright blue drink:

1. Abrax: an aquamarine cognac first mentioned in Legends in X-Wing: Rogue Squadron as a favorite of Horton Salm, and appeared in Canon in Shadow of the Sith as Enric Pryde’s drink of choice.

2. Antakarian fire dancer: this drink was on tap at the Outlander so it’s a contender. It was first mentioned in the Shadows of the Empire Planets Guide from West End Games. Star Wars Galaxies mentions that it was popular with “rough and tough types” so maybe not Obi-Wan…

(You can also see Obi-Wan's glass above in the photo from the "How to Not Get Eaten by Ewoks..." book, but it was unfortunately not tagged as to what it was...)

3. Blue Citrus Mule: this is a drink served at Oga’s Cantina on Batuu (Galaxy's Edge). Being that Obi-Wan’s drink doesn’t have the lime and ginger skewer nor is it in the distrinctive mule glass, so I’d say this probably isn’t it.

4. Chandrilan Blue ‘439: We don’t have an image of this wine, but judging from its name it must be a blue color. It was mentioned in the Legends novel, Coruscant Nights I: Jedi Twilight. Wine isn't usually drank in a teeny little glass like this, so I'd say no again.

5. Hoth Icebreaker: another drink served at Galaxy’s Edge, but this time at the unfortunately short-lived Galactic Starcruiser’s Sublight Lounge. While it shares a color with the beverage Obi-Wan drinks, I don’t think this would be it as it lacks the Hoth ice shard topper.

6. Jedi Mind Trick: another drink served at Oga’s Cantina at Galaxy’s Edge, the Jedi Mind Trick matches in color but might be too “on the nose” for Obi-Wan to order.

7. Purple Glandis Flower Juice: another drink you can order at Oga’s Cantina, the Purple Glands juice isn’t as bright as the drink Obi-Wan is imbibing in the Outlander, but it is a similar hue. I doubt this is the one.

8. Ortolan Blue Ferment: first mentioned in the Legends novel Death Star, we don’t have an image of this drink. It’s also possible it didn’t exist in 22 BBY, so again I doubt this is what Obi-Wan ordered either.

9. Spotchka: this is my personal headcanon for what he’s drinking. It’s pretty similar in color, and would give a nice connection to the current slate of tv series. Plus it’s non-alcoholic and something tells me Obi-Wan would want to keep his senses sharp while on mission.

So what do you think? Or does anyone know of a source that tells us what Obi-Wan ordered at the Outlander Club bar?

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Ahsoka x F!Reader / Jedi!Reader

word count: 5.4k

description: it's been years since the fall of the republic, but you're still struggling to understand life as you separate further from the force. an unlikely meeting with someone from your old life begins to bring things into focus

warnings/tags: reunited childhood friends to lovers, mentions of order 66, complicated feelings about the force & jedi, reader has a nickname

a/n: this is different from what I usually do but I hope it still resonates with some of you :) this is going to be the first part in a miniseries!!! so comment/message me if you want to be added to a taglist. I don't know when subsequent parts will be out but if you like this one then hassle me and they'll come out sooner lol. FELLOW WRITERS: tell me how tf to talk about the force because i’m very much making it up as I go along

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The hissing sound of steam emitting let you know that the door to your ship had opened up, but you remained stationed in the pilot's seat for a moment longer. You took a deep, steadying breath, collecting your scattered thoughts, and lifted your hood over your head, draping your hair in front of your face to further hide your identity.

Over the years, hiding had got easier, but it still wasn’t any less dangerous. You had to keep your wits about you, and it was getting a little tiresome. You kept that in mind as you descended the stairs of your ship and closed it up, tossing a few credits to the Ithorian whose docking bay you had landed in. You wouldn’t be here long, it was just a stop for fuel, and a strong drink.

Your legs dragged you through the rundown town, buildings painted by dirt and graffiti, windows boarded up and protected by bars. The dust that your feet kicked up invaded your body and clung to your lungs, drawing a sharp cough and leaving an unpleasant sting in your throat. There was nobody in the streets, but you pulled your poncho down over your face anyway, feeling watched. This was the last place you wanted to be, really, but anything was better than running out of fuel at the edge of the outer rim.

The luminescent sign above the entrance to the bar flickered at you as you approached, almost taunting you. Look what the loth-cat dragged in, you imagined it saying. The door slid open, and you took stock of the inside interior of the bar. There was no better descriptor than dingy — it was barely lit, aside from a few oil lamps that were placed on the tables around the room. There was a cloud of smoke that clearly emanated from the pair of Balosars sat at the far end of the bar, leaving the atmosphere feeling heavy and overall just unwelcoming. The bartender didn’t seem to care all too much about his newest customer, and you had to call over to him twice to get his attention.

You ordered a short whiskey-based drink, only hearing a grunt from the bartender before he went to fix it for you. You leaned your elbows onto the bar and kept your head down, but there was something pulling your attention. It was something you hadn’t felt in a long time now, a familiar shimmer through the force that you no longer recognised.

Your head turned slowly in the direction of the feeling, and your eyes laid on a figure in the far corner of the room, taking a sip from their drink, their hood covering their face. It wasn’t hard to tell they were Togruta by race, their blue and white lekku hanging out in front of their robe, but that didn’t give you any more indication as to why they were gaining your attention. You weren’t sure if you were just sensing their nervousness, a tension within them, or if it was something else that the force was trying to communicate to you. Nowadays, you weren’t attuned enough that you could sort out one thing from the next.

A dull thud snapped you attention back to the bar, and you found the bartender holding out his hand with an impatient frown on his face, your drink placed in front of you. You dug your hand into the pocket of your poncho and pulled out a few credits, handing them over to him, and he snatched them away quickly, turning on his heel to stalk away from you without a word. You rolled your eyes. No wonder there was hardly anyone in this grimy place.

You took the glass in hand and made your way over to a booth on the other side of the bar to the Togruta whose presence demanded your attention, for a reason you couldn’t pinpoint. You settled into your seat, taking a sip of the amber liquid and caring little for how it burned your throat. All your attention was focused on watching the hooded figure across the room, and it seemed that they were doing the same.

There was something surrounding them, something that thrummed with energy, something much brighter than the other beings in the room. It was wishful thinking to think this stranger had any sort of connection to the force themselves, and you weren’t even going to entertain that idea. It was still too painful to even begin to think about.

At the start, those four years ago when the jedi purge had happened, you were certain that there must have been other survivors. You had gone looking, chasing whispers across the galaxy on the word of people you had once trusted. It had been foolish, some part of you knew it then, but now you had the scars to prove it. You had been hiding ever since, hopping from planet to planet, star system to star system, never staying anywhere too long for fear that the inquisitors would find you once more.

You had never encountered another jedi in those four years, and you weren’t going to start hoping you would now. You weren’t certain it would even be a good thing.

You continued watching the stranger nonetheless, trying to decipher what this familiar sensation was. Swirling your drink slowly, you brought it to your lips once more, pausing before you took a swig. Your eyes momentarily slid down to the melting ice in the glass, the taste of the liquor diluted, but when you looked back over the Togruta was gone. You furrowed your brows, peering all around the bar and not finding their hooded form, and you realised that the fluctuation in the force had receded.

You decided to pay it no mind, and instead focused on finishing your drink before it was mostly water. There was no point putting stock in every strange experience you had in this galaxy, otherwise you’d never get anywhere. You finished your drink in one final gulp, and stood from your seat.

You could feel the whiskey having already invaded your senses. You had never been able to hold your alcohol well, no matter how often you had drank it. It sent a warmth flowing through your veins, and a small smile crossed your face as you exited the bar.

Making your way back to the docking bay where your ship was, you were hyperaware of the sudden appearance of a number of seedy characters, men who gave you strange looks, people who kept their hoods up but followed you with their glowing eyes nonetheless. You made a note not to come back to this planet, not for another refuel, and especially not for a drink.

Before you could make it to your ship, you turned down an alley and were pushed against the wall with all the force of your attacker’s body, a small pocket knife pressed against your throat.

“Who are you?”

It was a woman’s voice, one that you felt you knew, but you couldn’t place it. The quiver in the force was now burning bright in your mind, and with her pressing her forearm across your collarbone to keep you in place, you could see the orange skin of the Togruta you had been watching in the bar. You weren’t in the mood to answer questions without getting your own answers, so you reached your hand up and tugged the hood off of her head.

Your breath stopped. It took you a second with the subtle haze of your alcohol induced fogginess, but you realised that you knew the face in front of you well, or at least, you used to. Your eyes trailed along the white markings that contrasted against her vermillion skin, memories flashing before your eyes and a wave of emotions invading your mind. There was something in her eyes, a tiredness that hadn’t been there before, but it was unquestionably her.

“Ahsoka” you breathed out her name in a hushed, disbelieving tone.

Ahsoka frowned deeply, pressing the blade harder against your throat, “How do you know who I am? Who sent you here?”

“What, you don’t recognise me?” your voice was slightly teasing, despite the stab to your heart that you felt.

Ahsoka was one of the first people you ever considered to be a friend. Being similar age, she was a youngling in the same class as you, and for a time you did everything together. You supported each other, you played in the temple gardens, you got into trouble — far more than any of the other younglings. You didn't just grow up alongside her, but you helped in raising each other. To think that she didn't know who you were, even after almost a decade of not speaking, it pained you in a way you couldn't find the words for.

She tugged your own hood down and looked over your features. You could see the flicker of familiarity in her deep blue eyes, and the crease in her brow relented almost immediately.

Her grip on you lessened, her voice becoming softer as she spoke your name, “—what are you doing here?”

A weight lifted from your chest as your name left her lips.

“Same as you probably — hiding” you shrugged with a nonchalance that you certainly didn’t feel.

She continued to hold you to the wall, her eyes boring into yours, and you were trapped in her gaze as if it were a tractor beam. It had been so long since you had seen her, and even longer since you’d looked into her eyes properly. The feeling was heartachingly bittersweet. The last time you had been close enough to peer into the depths of her eyes, there had been tears of farewell gathered in their edges, unspilling.

“How are you alive?” she asked, finally stepping back from you and putting away her weapon.

She looked about as caught off-guard by the encounter as you felt, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the hauntingly familiar appraising look she was giving you.

“I could ask you the same thing” you pointed out, folding your arms across your chest.

Ahsoka gave you a dubious look, but a breathy laugh escaped her all the same. She took a moment to look over your face and trail her eyes down your form.

“You— you look different than I remember” she said it as if it were an apology, as if she wished you were meeting under different circumstances, where you didn’t look so run down.

The tone tugged at something deep within you, something forgotten and painful that you had buried when parting ways. You had never been one to wear your heart on your sleeve, and you certainly weren't going to start now, so you kept your voice light.

“I’m still taller than you” you lifted your lips into a smirk.

“Please, barely” she shook her head with an eyeroll, a smile parting her lips, “and I can't believe you're still holding on to that”

“Oh come on, it’s the only thing I have over you. I’ve got to cling to it” you knocked your elbow against hers gently, a teasing smile pulling at your lips.

Ahsoka's lips quirked up on one side, a small huff escaping her as she looked to the floor with a blush dusting her cheeks.

It was true, she had always been a better jedi than you, in almost every way. She had been taken as a padawan far before you, and she had a much deeper connection to the force than you had ever had. That must've been why you could feel her burning so bright through the force, she exuded such balance, clarity — things you had never fully grasped.

“Well, I—” she looked up, catching your gaze again, “I better be going”

“Right, me too” you nodded curtly, a little put out that there couldn't be another moment spared to speak, a few more shared words or anything else.

There was a curious expression on her features. She was watching you carefully, and it was hard to read her. It felt like a punch in the gut, despite its innocence. It just made you realise how close you once were, and how empty you had felt since parting ways.

She seemed more serious than she used to be, and it was in a manner that you could tell hadn't just come with maturity, but no doubt through experiences so harrowing that nobody should have to live through. That was how the war was for many, and you dreaded to think what her life had been like since the fall, and even more, what she had to do to survive the purge.

With a few rapid blinks, as if snapping herself from a daydream, Ahsoka tugged her hood back over her montrals. She nodded to you with a tight smile, a finality about the movement, and walked away.

You didn't move at first, just letting your eyes follow her as she left. When she made it to the end of the alley, she turned, her eyes finding yours again. She opened her mouth the speak, but nothing came out, and you raised a questioning eyebrow. She snapped her mouth shut, instead giving you a lopsided smile, one you remembered all too well.

“It's good to see you” she said earnestly, the slight tip of her head so she looked at you through her brow.

You gave her a nod in return, “you too Soka”

Her mouth formed a grin, her eyes brightening for a moment, eyebrows raising in recognition, and then she was gone.

You felt her signature recede in the force, taking her light with her, and leaving you in the darkness. You let out a heavy sigh, your head hanging down to look to your feet.

You weren't ready for that. Seeing any other jedi would've been a shock, but because it wasn't just anyone, because it was her, it felt different. You weren't prepared to know that she was alive. The knowledge that she was out there somewhere in the galaxy, hiding from the Empire, same as you, things suddenly felt like they didn't make sense anymore. Not that they really did to begin with, but it was as if the balancing scales of the universe had tipped, and you couldn’t figure out which way was up.

You tried to supress it, walking the short distance back to your ship and settling into the pilot's chair, but you couldn't get her out if your head. You wanted to know what she'd been up to all these years, how she'd survived, if she'd had any brushes with the inquisitors too. In some ways, it didn't surprise you that she had survived this long. She was smart, far smarter than you in many ways, and she was quick, resourceful. At least, she had been, when you knew her.

You felt your eyelids becoming heavier as more thoughts weighed on you mind, and when you’d worn your mind to exhaustion, you let yourself slip into unconsciousness.

The air was thick with the vibrations of life, your surroundings calling out to you and you listening intently. You could feel every little thing around you; the roots of the great tree, the movement of the water as it slid along the scales of the fish, the buzzing of the winged bugs that fed on the flowers. It was peaceful. It was calm. It was the most calm you'd ever felt.

“Nova!” You heard the nickname hissed at you, a mischievous sound accompanied by a short giggle.

If your eyes were open you would've rolled them.

“We're supposed to be trying to meditate, Ahsoka” you scolded, though your tone betrayed your grin.

“We have years to meditate” she claimed, “but it's not everyday we get to explore the temple gardens”

You cracked open an eye, a cautious smile curling your lips.

“It's not” you agreed.

“Well come on then!” she grabbed your hand, dragging you from your seat on the soft patch of grass and tugging you through a tunnel of tangled vines.

The dark enveloped the two of you, the branches blocking out the sunlight and casting swirling shadows against your skin. You would've been unnerved by the way the twigs seemed to reach for you, if it wasn't for the comforting presence of Ahsoka's hand gripping yours, guiding you through the darkness.

Anyone would be forgiven for thinking Ahsoka was the younger of you two. The way she was tugging at your hand as you passed through the tunnel mimicked the way a child would grab their parent’s hand to show them something they'd been working on. Then again, you still were children, even if it hadn't felt like it for a long time. You were barely eleven, and somehow already felt the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders. Ahsoka didn't seem to let it affect her in the same way.

“Soka” you called, tugging on her hand, “Master Yoda will be back soon”

“It's fine” she insisted, pulling you through the archway at the end to come upon a small enclosed area.

Dappled sunlight shined through the branches of a tall tree, and the leaves swayed in the breeze, a few of them gliding down towards you. The leaves were a brilliant golden colour, and any day now the rest of them would break off in the same manner. Ahsoka caught one in her hand, twirling it by the stem before she looked back at you with a grin and a gentle squeeze of your hand.

“Pretty, isn't it” she commented.

You smiled back, something gentle only reserved for her, “How did you know this was here?”

She shrugged, “I heard Master Plo talking about it”

You crouched to the ground and picked up one of the leaves. It was a deep orange colour, and you smiled at the familiarity of it.

“You match the leaves Soka” you pointed out, handing it to her.

She grinned even wider, and your heart sang with affection.

“I suppose I do”

She untangled her fingers from yours to take the fallen leaf from you, and you could feel your cheeks heat up a little, albeit unwittingly. There was something inexplicable about her that made you react strangely to her touch.

You were close. So close that sometimes it felt like your presence in the force was joined with hers, like it wasn't clear when you ended and she began. You could see her force signature clearly when you closed your eyes, a brilliant white light, a pure, beaming, positive energy that you couldn't ignore. Nowadays it burned brighter than ever in the front of your mind.

“C'mon, I found something” Ahsoka said in a soft voice, and you realised that you had just been staring at her, which only fanned the heat in your cheeks to a flame.

You followed after her as she made her way around the large tree, treading carefully around its roots. You could feel the life within it, though it was entirely different from the energy you could feel from Ahsoka. It was dark, inky and unyielding, and it felt old, the roots burrowing deep. You had never experienced such a thing.

“Here”

She suddenly dropped down beneath the tree, and your eyes went wide, scrambling forwards onto your knees and peering over the edge of the hole. Inside, Ahsoka was grinning up at you, and you deflated with an aggressive sigh.

“That wasn't funny Soka” you grumbled, swinging your legs over the edge and the hopping down after her.

“It was a little bit funny” she giggled, poking at your ribs.

You pushed her away, trying to hide your smile as you did so.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Like what?” you tilted your head in confusion.

“Our new hiding spot” she grinned, tugging you down onto the floor, “here, I got you Reythan crackers”

As she took your hand and placed a stack of crackers to your palm, you took in the space for the first time. It was a gap between tree roots, pretty snug but the ground was flat enough and there was definitely room for two younglings to fit. It was a little sheltered from the sun, but still light enough to see each other.

Ahsoka shuffled forwards so your crossed knees were pressed against hers, “so…?”

“I love it” you smiled widely, taking a bite of the snack, “and thanks for these”

“No problem, Nova”

You awoke suddenly, thrown back into consciousness and hearing the nickname bouncing around in your head. It echoed a few times, Ahsoka's voice speaking it aloud, but it wasn't her voice from the memory, it was the voice you had heard only recently, in the alley nearby. You rubbed a hand over your face, taking a moment to come back to yourself.

You had never dreamt like that, a happy memory from an simpler time. Any other dream you might have had recently was more nightmarish than anything, and often contained fragments of more painful memories. You pondered it for a moment, and there was something calling to you from the depths of your subconscious, something pleading with you to see reason.

It was hard not to feel that the force brought you together again for a reason. At least, that's what it felt like. It seemed ridiculous, especially after having been so cut off from the force for so long, but something felt changed. You hadn't put your trust in the force in years, but right now, it felt like the only thing you should be listening to.

Against your better judgement, you sprang from your seat, bounding out of your ship as if it was on fire. You made it out onto the street where you had seen her last, your eyes darting around but only find the same unsavoury types as you had noticed before.

It was a hopeless pursuit, she may not even be here anymore. Instead, you tried something you thought you'd never do again.

Laying your back against a wall to hide in the shadows, you focused your mind, and attempted to reach out through the force. You squeezed your eyes closed when you were met by nothing, and tried again, searching through the life forms you could feel all around you to find the one that shone brighter than the others.

It was hard to sort one thing from the next, it had been so long since you'd tried, but before long, something was pulling your attention. You made your way towards it, weaving through alleys and deeper into the town as you focused on it, zeroing in. You weren't certain it was what you were looking for at first, but the closer you got, the more you could feel the light, the warmth of her presence in the force.

Turning a corner, you came upon a shipyard. You knew she was here, you could feel it. Casting your eyes around the space, you could see a number of ships, most of them under maintenance, and it smelled overwhelmingly like engine oil and grease. It was exceedingly unpleasant, distractingly so, and your wrinkled your nose in disgust. You tried to hone in on Ahsoka’s signature again, closing your eyes and covering your ears to tune out the distractions, and you felt the feeling drawing you in from right ahead of you.

There was a large ship towards the back of the shipyard as you approached, surrounded by people waiting; a transport off-world no doubt. You glanced around the figures of all shapes and sizes, until your eyes caught the striped lekku beneath the hood, the point of her chin and her dark lips. Your heart skipped a beat instinctively. Ahsoka was about to leave.

You stood in the shadows, watching her as she waited in line to board the transport. You didn't know how to approach the situation. She'd probably think you were crazy, and you didn't exactly have a plan as to where you would go or why she should come with you. Now that you were really thinking about it, you weren't certain what even made you seek her out.

Ahsoka’s head turned, as if something had caught her attention. Her eyes scanned the darkness that you hid in, and you felt the way she reached out to you. She could sense that you were there, and when you reached out in return, you felt a sensation that was startlingly familiar. It was that closeness that you had once felt, the way that your signatures mixed, where it wasn’t clear where you ended and she begun. It was comforting, spreading a warmth through your veins, and you felt like a child again; like everything was simple, and you were safe.

It only got stronger, and that’s when you realised that Ahsoka was walking over to you. She stopped just ahead of you, pulling her hood up a fraction so you could see her eyes. You took a deep breath, unsure where to begin, and you were sure that whatever you could say would feel ridiculous under the weight of her gaze. Her eyes watched you steadily, a vulnerability in their depths that told you she had felt the connection too.

“I um—” you stuttered out, “I was wondering—”

What were you wondering? If she’d join you in hiding across the galaxy? That seemed like such a monumental proposal all of a sudden. You had barely even had a proper conversation, and now you were inviting her to… live with you?

Ahsoka’s lips quirked up on one side, her infamous smirk teasing you. You huffed, shaking your head in self deprecation as your cheeks heated.

”Where— do you want— come with… me?”

Maker, you were being so awkward.

Ahsoka laughed. It was a strikingly joyous sound, something that made you heart sing, and your connection through the force buzz with positive energy. You rolled your eyes a little, still embarrassed by your behaviour, and tried to explain what you could.

“I just figure, maybe we'd both have a better chance of surviving if… we did it together” you said, your hands wringing together and betraying how nervous you felt in asking.

There was something in her eyes, something alive that you remember from your days as younglings. You remember thinking then that her eyes looked like reflections of the galaxy, deep blue and twinkling, like a black hole in the way they drew you in. She smiled and looked down, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment before she lifted her eyes again.

“Alright” she said quietly, “but you're not keeping me on this planet”

The disgust in her voice made you laugh, “wouldn't dream of it”

Conversation with Ahsoka wasn't hard. It was comfortable, easy, natural, though it was obvious that you were both avoiding certain topics. She sat atop the counter of your ship, her hands gripping the edge as she talked, the blue swirling of hyperspace reflecting in her eyes. It was hard to fully concentrate.

“Anyway, after that… yeah, I’ve been on my own ever since” she shrugged, her lips lifting slightly. You nodded, having to look away from her intense gaze, and she let the words hang in the air for a moment before speaking up again, “do you… remember the golden tree in the temple gardens?”

Your head shot up, “of course”

She nodded, looking towards her lap, “before you found me, I— I had a dream. A memory of when we were there, when I showed you the hiding spot for the first time”

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyebrows raising and trying to contain your glee. It seemed that perhaps you were right, the force had been trying to tell you something, that it wasn’t just chance that you had been brought back together after all these years.

“So did I” you exhaled, trying not to grin completely.

“You did?” she sounded completely caught off-guard.

“Yeah” you smiled, “that’s why I sought you out”

Ahsoka didn’t say anything, she just flicked her inscrutable gaze between your two eyes, as if deciding whether to speak up.

“I—” she dropped her gaze down, her expression unreadable, “I still have this”

Her fingers dug into the collar of her tunic, and pulled out a gold chain. You stepped closer, and when you realised what it was, your chest tightened. You reached out your hand, taking the pendant between your fingers, and feeling the jagged edged of the star symbol, the nova.

Suddenly you were struck by how much this friendship really meant to you, how much you still cherished it, and how painful it was when Ahsoka left you. You struggled with the force from that point on. It had felt like a part of you had been ripped away, and you had to learn to stand on your own two feet, to understand yourself as an individual entity. It hadn’t made any sense then, and it still didn’t now.

Ahsoka’s eyes were glassy, wide and staring into yours with a fierce intensity. She took your hands in hers, shifting closer to you on her knees in your secret spot beneath the golden tree.

“I'll see you again soon, I promise” she spoke sincerely, but it sounded like a lie.

Your gaze lowered to your joined hands, and a dull ache appeared in your chest, as if someone had grabbed your heart and was squeezing it harder and harder.

“I got something for you” you said softly, collecting yourself before you let your emotions bubble up too far.

You took one hand from hers and produced a chain from your robes. You held it up so that the pendant was eye level, and Ahsoka gasped softly as she looked upon it.

“Nova, it's so pretty” she said, her eyes full of wonder as she took it from you.

“It's…” you ducked your head, a little shy to explain, “it's supposed to represent a nova, the brightening of a star, so that…”

“So that we can stay together, you'll always be with me” she finished your thought, and you gave her a shy smile and a nod.

Her arms wrapped around you neck, drawing you close, squeezing you tightly and gripping your robes as she buried her face into your chest. You followed suit, hugging her into your body and tucking your chin between her montrals.

“Thank you” she whispered, barely audibly, “I love it”

You kept quiet, just hugging her tightly as if it would stop her from leaving. Your heart was full at the feeling of closeness, but you could already feel it emptying knowing what was coming. Ahsoka pulled back, a forlorn expression weighing down her features.

“I have to go now” she sighed, her eyes falling to her lap as she sat back on her heels.

“Good luck with… everything” you spoke, though your throat felt tight.

Her eyes found yours once more, sparkling at you and swimming with something that looked like regret. “Nova, I—” she stopped, her words caught in her throat, “stay safe”

“You too, Soka”

You were drawn from your memories at the feel of Ahsoka's hand covering yours, and the sound of your name on her lips. Your eyes snapped to hers, and she gave you a kind smile, something heavy with meaning that wouldn't yet reveal itself.

“I’m glad that the force brought us back together” she said softly.

You returned her expression, your mouth curling into a gentle smile as you dropped your hand from the necklace, “me too”

[witchlightdesigns]

Sooooooo... I have another character. This time it's a group PC... For a Star Wars 5e game! She's a Mandalorian! Fighter, Shield Specialist. I am very excited to finally get to play her. I've had her since 2019/2020 I think?

Meet Seyra Ol'mun! Balosar Mandalorian! We're starting out in the Old Republic, after the Mandalorian Wars and during the Jedi Civil War. My husband is the DM, and he's running a modified Pathfinder Adventure Path for us! I can't share a lotta info about her (yet) because all three of my fellow players follow me (looking at you @snowyycouch, @bunnythedragon and @umilicious!) buuuut as they learn more and I do more art of her I'll share more.

We've got a human Guardian Jedi gone Mercenary (Couch). A Chironian Fighter, Heavy Weapons Specialist (Un)Retired Adventurer (Umi). And a Twi'lek Saboteur Operative Mechanic (Bunny) as our party. All solving an issue on Ryloth. (The Twi'lek was a stowaway on Seyra's ship and has grown attached to the Mando, much to Seyra's amused exasperation)

We've just had the first session, but I shot a Jawa right between the eyes with my snap senses ability and my initiative. It was great. I also got a nat 20 on a medic check to save a mercenary that'd been burned to near death! Our Jedi saved a goat from the Jawa by force jumping and force pulling the goat to her in one move! Hubby's doing a great job thus far and we've had some great downtime RP in the discord already too. Getting to better know each other's characters and explore our own characters.

I can't wait to see how the adventure plays out!

[findafight]

Eddie's never met a Jedi. Of course he hasn't. But he's seen a Jedi, way back during the clone wars, when a battalion had helped after seppies had targeted civilian supply lines.

Eddie's pretty sure they were Kel Dor, what with the breathing apparatus. They'd worn tan and woody robes, long and elegant and flowing as they'd weaved between people, helping them stand or tending to wounds.

What had stood out to Eddie, watching this being that was supposedly a fierce warrior of light, was that they...were normal. They laughed and shrugged and cooed at babies, just like anyone else.

That was until the Jedi had raised their hands and lifted a two-tonne shipping crate into the air without so much as touching it. It frightened Eddie, then. Barely twenty and in the middle of a war his planet didn't want a part of. Beings that could lift and toss objects too heavy to move without machinery like they were playthings are not to be unwary of.

Of course. Eddie had spent a lot of the redistribution of rations effort around clones. They'd seemed...fine? While he is no stranger to speaking his mind he had thought well enough ahead that he probably shouldnt ask if they'd wanted to be there. Figured that might get him kicked off the project and he needed the money.

He listened instead. How they called each other things like Spoon and Duck and Trinity and Loopback as though they were names. Maybe they were. Eddie didn't know and didn't want to ask at the time.

But the Clones had been friendly, if formal. They spoke of their general with fondness and respect and a tinge of awe that felt appropriate to seeing what a Jedi was capable of frequently.

Eddie had liked them.

And then Empire Day came, and the Jedi were declared traitors and the galaxy as he knew it fell apart.

It never made much sense, from what Eddie had seen, for the Clones to kill the Jedi. But nobody asked Eddie, so Eddie didn't say. He did get sucked into the Rebellion though, and heard rumours about mind control and sith and a dozen other things.

So no. Eddie had never met a Jedi. But he'd seen one.

Chrissy had spoken about the rumoured Jedi (or-- not-jedi? She said they often refused the title) that stayed in the small Rebel enclave they've been helping. There were two, apparently. She'd met them, even, during a debrief where she'd been discussing how to better use their resources to help her contacts on the Freedom Trail. They'd barrelled in and spoken in such a way that Chrissy would have swore they were of the same mind, had they not been on opposite ends of the room.

"they were polite." Chrissy said, headtail twitching. "For people who interrupted an important meeting." Eddie'd laughed. "One, the Balosar man, he was very insistent that we delay our plans. The other, I think she was human? It's hard to tell, said the force was calling to them and very insistent about it during meditation."

"seriously? And the generals did it?"

"oh no. They argued for another twenty minutes before the not-Jedi threw up their arms and said, in unison Eddie!, 'The shipment will be lost if you go ahead with it. Better late than never, pricks.' and walked out."

So. On an abstract level, Eddie knew that whenever he entered the hangar bay to run maintenance or completely rebuild a ship, there was a chance for him to meet a former? Jedi.

He'd gotten well acquainted with a group of teenagers there, ones who were friends with the younger brother of the heir apparent to the region they were in and liked the make-believe games he ran in his off hours. But he never really thought about the Jedi that supposedly haunted the base until a woman shouted for Dustin, a rodian who was part of his little sheepies and had literal stars in his eyes when Eddie spoke, to come over. Dustin, the betrayer, jumped up and dashed off without even a word of goodbye.

"okay, so the head mechanic needs this-" she gestures to a small smuggling freighter that had seen far better days "hunk of junk out of the way so they can start work on a couple of x-wings. Steve and I figured we could help her out and get you to work on control of larger objects."

Eddie meandered casually over. Just to watch. Just to...see.

Dustin bounced on his feet. "Really? Woah! Where are we putting it?"

She pointed up, to the open vertical entry doors that created the roof of the hanger. "Steve's up there, he'll make sure if your control slips we don't crush the ship or anyone on the floor once you get it high, and he'll get it out and place it where it's supposed to go. I'll be here with you so you don't hurt yourself."

"I'm not gonna hurt myself."

She patted his head "yeah. Cuz I'm right here making sure."

"uhg. Almost wish I never learned you guys used to be Jedi."

"and who would train you then? No one. You and El would be sad little tooka kits all on your lonesome." She raised her voice to yell at the roof, "you ready Stevie?" and it should not have been loud enough to carry, the tone of an after thought, as though she already knew the answer and the question was just for the spectators, but the figure silhouetted waved.

Then, Dustin took a steadying breath, raised his arms, and closed his eyes. Slowly, the ship in front of him groaned and rose up. A crowd had formed, watching a magic thought extinct.

The woman's eyes darted between Dustin and the freighter, one hand loosely outstretched. It occurred to Eddie that neither wore the tunics and robes of Jedi. Dustin ran around in the mismatched pants and shirts of the Rebels' donations, while the woman wore deep greens. There were no dramatic sleeves that swished when they moved, just slightly loose fabric fastened by a belt and holster. He wonders if she ever wore them.

Dustin struggled for a moment, the ship quivering ten feet up, and the woman tensed slightly before he loosened. Eyes open, she deftly moved her arms up with the ship following, an ease in her movements that Dustin lacked. When she dropped her arms as well, the freighter stayed moving upwards, the other not-Jedi, Steve, likely taking over.

"good work for your first go." She said, draping an arm casually over Dustin's shoulders.

"I barely got it off the ground! Don't patronize me, Robin."

Eddie stepped in "considering I wouldn't even be able to move it sideways an inch, I'd say you did pretty well, Dustin."

The kid spun, just as the light comes shining back through as Steve maneuvered the ship out of the hangar. "Eddie! You saw?"

He scoffed "uh. Yes? Why didn't you tell me this is what you did when Im not around"

The woman-Robin, Eddie supposed, tensed. "It's not particularly safe to boast about it. Especially when it's not clear if you're alone."

Ah. Yeah. That did make sense. "Then why practice in a hangar with two dozen people around?"

She shrugged, and looked up. Eddie followed her sightlines and "wait is he gonna-" just as the figure that must be Steve launched himself off the edge of the open roof and towards them. He landed, he's leather jacket flapping behind him, and stood straight, grinning.

Robin laughed. "You'll give someone a heart attack one of these days, Steve."

"eh. No one's died so far."

Dustin smiled too "I'm getting pretty good at my controlled falls too! Oh, Steve, this is Eddie!"

And then Steve turned his gaze on Eddie, and his brain may have melted.

Steve looked like a spacer, windswept from the fall and leather jacket snug around his shoulders, two different holsters visible, his pants deliciously tight. He ran a hand through his hair, his antennapalps bobbing, and stuck it out for a shake.

"so, you're the great Eddie Munson Dustin hasn't shut up about? Good to meet you."

"mmhmm!" He forced his hand out to jerkily shake Steve's. Jeez. It was as though he'd never seen anyone beautiful before. His best friend was a Twilek dancer (and spy) for star's sake. He needed to get it together. Jedi didn't date, Eddie was pretty sure. Something about the force or power or devotion or something. He wasn't sure. He wasn't a Jedi. He wasn't a not-Jedi either.

Steve only smiled and turned back to Dustin. "So. Next time you need to let the Force flow. You're still trying to shove it, which never works. You direct it, like changing the course of a river."

"but not," Robin added seamlessly, and oh, wow, that was weird than you Chrissy "like a dam. Trying to block it won't give you strength. You're more..."

"using a log to ensure the water finds a different path."

"to go where you want it to go, do what you want it to do, without preventing it's natural flow."

"you guys are so annoying." Dustin huffed. "You know that? You can claim it's your Concordance of Fealty all you want but I know your freaky thing is not normal for it." He groaned. "But sometimes I feel when you guys, like, shape it. Change it. What the kark is that about? If I'm not supposed to dam it, how do I change it and use it like you do?"

Both grinned "We're older. Master the basics, we must, before attempting the advanced, young one." The voice Steve used was croaky, an impression.

Dustin pulled a face. "Don't quote Grandmaster Yoda at me!"

Robin and Steve laughed, leaning on each other. Suddenly, Eddie felt as though he was intruding. Though they hadn't told him to leave, they were sharing about...about a relative, Eddie guessed. Someone near to them and their almost-dead culture.

"I can quote him all I want, I drank enough of his atrocious tea to deserve it!"

"he's dead. You're going to sit here and insult your dead great-grandmaster, the last Grandmaster of the Order?"

Steve got Dustin in a headlock "while we mourn their loss, and acknowledge the pain of their untimely and unjust passing, we celebrate their memory. Yoda, the old frog, is one with the Force, and while I can wish for his guidance, I can also make fun of his vile cookies I had to eat at lineage dinners all I want."

"pretty sure they were barely considered edible for near-humans" Robin adds. She caught Eddie's eye, and winked. "Who's up for actually edible tea? Dustin can practice his fine control and pour for us.

Both Dustin and Steve groaned. "The kid is gonna spill all over us for fun, Bobbin."

Concept post Dustin discovers they're jedi

[100lxtters]

Testing the ‘old’ Hunter

!! THIS ONE SHOT IS FOR 18+ VIEWING ONLY, MINORS DNI !!

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Boba Fett x fem!reader 6.5k words Deciding to roleplay with Boba was a dangerous game, especially in terms about how his hunting skills where, teasing that they would have weakened with his older age. Hiding away in a cantina from him, awaiting for him to retrieve you and have his way with you Dom!Boba, sub!reader Warnings : dom/sub, smut, brat, predator/prey kind of, roleplay, mask/helmet kink, choking, degradation kink, handcuffs, naked female clothed male, face slapping, hair-pulling, finger fucking, orgasm denial, orgasm control, spanking, helmet stays on, penis in vagina sex, a bit toxic but its all consensual, praise kink, creampie, reader is on birth control, aftercare Mando'a translations: cyar'ika - darling/sweetheart mesh'la - beautiful ad'ika - little one

The music in the cantina was burning your ears as you swayed your hips, the tiny outfit you had on barley covering your ass and your tits daring to slip out the top. Everything stunk, your shoes were sticking to the floor with every movement, and there were too many creeps staring at you. 

But you tried to ignore it, letting the little amount of alcohol in your veins run through you as your eyes danced along the room. You had managed to pick an almost hidden spot in the busiest cantina on Tatooine.

Surely he won't find you easily.

Your legs dug into the arm of the throne, smirking down at Boba as you say ''no, I reckon your skills have roughened up over the years. I bet you wouldn't be able to track me down, even if you tried your best.''

His hand stopped stroking your thigh, now gripping tightly onto it, pulling you closer as his other hand cups your chin, ''careful there little one, you don't want to test me.''

''Whatever you want to think, old man.''

Smirking to yourself as you glanced over to the door, questioning where he will start, and how long he had already been searching. Wondering if he found the note yet, and if he did how quickly he jumped into your little game. 

All your note really stated was 'let's test those skills and come collect your bounty' as you left it laying on the arm of the throne.

You had left the Palace early this morning, finding old clothing in an abandoned room, most likely from Jabba's rule. Once you left you just started heading into random cantinas around Mos Espa until you realised that was too easy for Boba, so you ended up in Mos Eisley instead. Of course to keep the game fun and to give him the 'thrill of the hunt' you left clues behind in those cantinas. Not much just like a piece of jewellery, an old top you were going to bin anyway, and in one cantina you literally just wrote Boba on a glass in lipstick.

It was silly and dumb, but for you it made it more interesting, wanting to see what he would use to find you again.

You just prayed he didn't use a tracking fob as that would be too easy.

The door sliding open caught your attention, your head slowly turning towards it to see a mirialan woman walk in, you just sigh and put your attention back into dancing. Starting to figure it was maybe time to move to another cantina, if Boba was on his way then it would be more fun moving again.

Trying to plan what clue you could leave behind you hear the sliding door once again, heavy steps entering the cantina and a few people quieten down. Surely it must be him now.

So you peak your head around the corner and see you were correct, his head slowly turning around the room, you ducking behind the pillar before his sight set on you. ''Please, enjoy your night everyone. Don't mind me'' Boba announces, his voice almost sounding tired. Hearing his heavy steps make their way to the bar, closing in to the tender as he says, ''I'm looking for a girl.'' You angle yourself to be able to watch the situation now without him seeing you.

The balosar man behind the bar, scuffs and replies ''look around mate, there are plenty of women here.... for the right credits of course.''

''No, I'm looking for a specific girl'' Boba replies, the slight hint of annoyance in his voice from the mans suggestion, ''I'm looking for her'' he adds as he places down a holodevice with an image of you on it. Fuck.

Time to go, you think. Your eyes set on the backdoor, but you knew that it would mean Boba would see you in the process of escaping. So you do what you've been doing most the day, you sway your hips towards the door and act like you're just part of the crowd.

''Yeah I've seen her, she's just over there'' you hear the tender reply.

It was like you could feel Boba's eyes burning into your back, now it was time to really go.

Your feet pick up and you run for the door, hearing his heavy armoured body fastly heading towards you. Your whole body shoves against the door, forcing it open and sliding through the first gap you could. His footsteps stop once you're out the cantina, you smirk and turn around. The sight was almost horrifying, his helmet just glaring at you through the gap.

But you keep going, heading down any small alleyway you could find, rushing into another cantina just to run out their backdoor too.

There wasn't much to run to here, at the end of the day you do want him to find you, you wanted him to punish you for running and take whatever he wanted from you.

The whole time you are just smiling to yourself, cutting through crowds and sliding through whatever space you could. You were well ahead of him now, but just how far? He knew what to do and how to find you.

After you run into another alley you slow down, allowing yourself to take a deep breath in and calm. Maker, running on Tatooine wasn't a good idea, regardless of how much cooler the nights may be, the humid air didn't calm down at all. You'd think thanks to your very little clothing it would help yet they just stuck to you. Even if Boba wasn't far behind you the likeliness of him finding you had to be lower now, right?

Letting your feet still wander the hidden alleyways, taking a moment to feel smug for escaping that cantina just before Boba grabbed you. You wonder if he knew you were there all along, or how many hours had he been searching for you. Maybe you'll never know, it was part of the fun anyway.

Suddenly you startle at the sound of a lizard falling out of a bucket onto the sand, scurrying away. You quietly laugh to yourself as you walk backwards until your body knocks into something, or more like someone. ''There you are'' the modified voice says. 

You jump forwards before they grab your hand, spinning your body around and shoving your back into the closet wall. ''Ouch'' you say, pretending to pout as you stare into the visor of your lover.

''Do you know how long I've been looking for you? Had me searching half of Mos Espa before I realised you got bored of there, I would've found you hours ago if it wasn't for that trick.'' Oh, so your plans worked, he really was trying to find you using basic skills then.

So you just shrug and reply ''guess you're getting rusty in your old age then.''

There, you could feel it start to snap in him, the teasing was working just how you intended, how you wanted this 'game' to go. His hand launches onto the front of your throat, squeezing on both sizes as he pulled you closer, ''oh cyar'ika, keep testing me and see where that gets you.'' His voice so deep, so serious, you had never heard him speak to you like this, even in times of degrading you.

And yet it was just getting started, you could feel your pussy clenching around the air as you reply smiling with ''testing you? You really must be getting old if this all tired you out.''

This was possibly a bad idea, but you knew it would be worth it.

Without saying anything else his hand leaves your throat, you go to shoot him a confused look but before you can reply he grabs the top of your arm and shoves you forward, ''walk'' he orders. So you slowly move your feet towards the alleyway exit, hearing his spars behind you. You hope he's been enjoying hunting you down, making him work for it.

As the Mos Eisley streets appear a smirk crawls onto your face as you say ''it's awfully nice that you found me, but'' stopping in your tracks, turning to your left ''I've got to go.'' Then you're sprinting again.

You hear Boba curse under his breath, hearing his steps speeding up but you were faster than he was. Turning any random corner to stay out of sight, once again heading into a cantina to cut through. Wondering how far behind he was now, wondering how annoyed he must be and how he will take it out on you. It made your stomach flutter with excitement.

As you rush through the streets again you can feel the glares of the locals, wondering how often they must see these type of situations. Obviously yours being different since it was a consensual hunt.

After a little while you hide behind a corner in an empty mechanic workshop to catch your breath and to cool down. What was his plan? You basically told him to come find you, but what did he intend to do when he did? You prayed you both shared the same idea on it.

Thinking about how aggressive he would be, having his way with you as he wished. Taking what is his. Claiming his 'bounty'.

Your thoughts are cut as his spars once again ring in your ears, you poke your head out for a moment to watch him walk past the workshop. ''Come out brat, I know you're here'' Boba says, almost shouting. The locals must be so confused, wondering what the Daimyo was doing hunting again. The temptation to turn around and just say 'oh don't worry, it's just a sex thing' made you almost giggle imaging peoples reactions.

Moving back into the shop, eyes locked on the back door, trying to sneak over there to flee out the back. You hear him say your name, catching you off guard, causing you to knock a hammer off the table. Shit.

You don't even wait around to see if he heard it or not, and realistically he did as it landed onto metal, you just rush for the door. Shoving it open and using your whole body to shut the heavy door. You let out a sigh, but it was an early celebration.

''Get here, now'' you hear from the end of the street. Your head turns to him, you smirk and begin to head the other way until you're unable to. Your arms become attached to your hips, a wire wrapping around your whole body. There was nothing you could do except stand there like an idiot.

There was a pull on the wire, you assume it was due to him getting closer. His steps so heavy in the soft sand, getting closer and closer to you. Until he was right behind you, holding one shoulder to turn you around to him. ''H-hey'' you bat your eyelashes at him.

Boba's hand moved from your shoulder, hearing him fiddle with something as you felt your body become lose. His gloved hand holding your wrist before there was a click around it, a tight feeling too. Looking down to see him attach the binder to your other wrist too. Your head shot back up to his as you gave him a confused look, opening your mouth to say something before he gripped your cheeks and squished your face. ''Save it, you're coming with me. Wither you like it, or not.''

He grabs the top of your arm and starts to pull you along with him through the streets. You could feel your cheeks heat up as people stared at the pair of you, but you tried to swallow the embarrassment away, because at the end of the day you're about to have a fun evening. However you kept your head down to feel better, yet you were still smiling to yourself.

You were starting to wonder where he was taking you until Slave 1 comes into view, makes sense since both towns were opposite ends of his Palace. As the ramp starts to lower you use all your force to pull yourself out his grip, and luckily it works, mainly because he wasn't holding you all that tight. His helmet snaps to you as you back away from him, your face wearing a grin as you say ''so much for being a bounty hunter.''

A groan appears from behind his helmet, ''I mean it this time, back here now'' his shoulders tensing as he stands still. The glare from behind the helmet made you weak, you didn't even know how he was looking at you currently but you just knew he looked pissed, but most likely also smirking too.

There wasn't anywhere to really run to, just the endless Dune Sea, but again you weren't trying to run, you just wanted to play with him and get him riled up. It was only the two of you out here, keeping a distance from him as you say ''or what? What makes you think I'd come with you?'' Watching as his feet start to move towards you, so you back up with every step he takes, staying just out of reach. 

It happened almost out of nowhere, he sped up and almost launched at you, causing you to let out a yelp as he grabbed your upper arm again but a lot tighter this time. No trying to escape again. ''Kriffing brat'' he mutters under his breath as he drags you back to the ship.

''Get off me'' you struggle, trying to keep your lips from curling into a smile.

But it's useless, he walks up the ramp with his grip still tight, pressing a button to shut it before turning to you. Boba's visor glaring at you before you feel his leather gloved hand come in contact with your cheek, the slight burning sensation from the slap causing your mouth to hang open. He then grips both your cheeks with one hand and replies ''when I tell you to get back here then I expect you to do so.''

Your gaze just locks onto the visor, trying to come up with something witty to reply with. ''Oh, I'm so scared of you mister bounty hunter.''

Boba then spins your body around to face his small bunk on the ship, shoving your body into it, falling onto the hard mattress as you make eye contact with him for a moment before he says ''it would be in your best interest that you stay there, you don't want to find out what will happen if you disobey me, again.''

The door then shuts as you hear him climb the ladders up to the cockpit, you let yourself let out a deep breath and giggle to yourself. Maker you hope he is enjoying this as much as you are. 

The hum of the ship startles you as you feel it begin to take off, where was he taking you?

As he's out of sight you pull a pin out your bra you had hidden, holding it between your teeth to unlock one of your wrists. Leaning forward to press the button to open the door, you look out and see he is still up there. Exiting the bunk, shutting it behind you and sneaking across the ship into his big weapons cupboard. Looking through the tiny gap to see him when he returns.

After a couple of minutes you hear him climb back down the ladders, pressing the button to the bunk and sighing when he notices it's empty. ''Oh princess, you're making this harder for yourself. Can't follow one fucking instruction'' he groans. Watching as he presses a button on the side of his helmet, tilting his head downwards. You hear him chuckle and say ''we both know there's not many places to hide in here, so come out and I'll be kinder mesh'la.''

But you don't, you don't want him to be kind.

''Fine, have it your way.''

Boba's broad body turns around and charges straight for the cupboard, almost ripping the doors off as you come in contact with his helmet. He doesn't say anything as he grabs the dangling binder to pull you towards him, pulling you into the room as he shoves you towards the table in the middle of it.

He places you in front of him with your back turned to him, his strong hands digging into your hips as he forces your body over the table. Your ass instantly falling out the tiny outfit, feeling his crotch slightly rub against you, causing a quiet whimper to leave you. ''Is this what you wanted? For a big, bad bounty hunter to take advantage of you?''

Your free hand is pulled behind your back along with your cuffed one, him then closing the binders back around it again, holding your hands behind your back. Pressing your forehead into the table as the rest of your body fell against it, the only support keeping you up being your legs just about touching the floor still.

''For someone to treat you like the low life whore you are?'' His cold gloved hands running over your ass cheeks, playing with the hem of your underwear, ''to have your pussy absolutely ruined whilst someone takes their reward?''

You can't reply, if you speak it'll come out a whimpering mess, but he knew that. It was what he wanted. There was no way he couldn't see the soaking wet patch in your underwear. He knew what you wanted, knew that this was your plan all day.

His hands explored lower, closer to your aching pussy, sliding under your underwear. He was so close, right there, he just needed to move a little further in and give you what you so desperately wanted. His fingers softly crept along your folds, your body ever so slightly twitching from anticipation, then he very quickly ran a finger over your clit. A whimper sneaking out your throat before you could stop it.

Boba does it again, so you push yourself closer to his hand as much as you can, wanting more from him. He just tusks and says ''you don't get what you want now, after how you've been acting today little one.''

''But... please'' you whimper.

''Pathetic'' he chuckles, his hands moving away before they land on your hips, thrusting his clothed self against you causing a choked moan to hum in your mouth. One of his hands then snakes into your hair, grabbing a fist full of it making your neck snap as far back as it would, then his helmet lowers down next to your ear. ''Listen to me, slut. You do only as I say or do, and if that is so hard for you to follow I will make you regret it.''

You let out a dramatic sigh and reply ''and if I don't? Would you hand in a damaged bounty?'' teasing him as you smirked at the empty room in front of you.

''No, however you're my bounty so it doesn't matter. And seeing as you're mine I can choose my own reward'' as he finishes speaking you feel the hand from your hip go between your bodies, him messing with his pants before you feel his hard warm cock against your ass. Your body once again twitches from the touch, your thighs dying to press together to add pressure from your excitement.

Feeling his hand in your hair releasing you to grab the skirt, his grip tightening on it before he ripped it off your body in seconds. You let out a heavy breath from his sheer strength. Feeling him throw the fabric across the ship, then doing the same motion with your underwear, leaving your soaking pussy out in the ships cool air.

Boba's hands roam up your body, reaching the tiny top as he mutters ''you've been dressed like a little slut all day, where you hoping you could use your body to get out of this?''

Blushing as you almost whisper ''maybe, but I knew it would've worked.''

His gloves reaching under your bra, his freed cock running against your bare pussy, feeling it twitch as he cupped one breast softly saying ''oh did you now? Well it doesn't seem to be working right now, seeing as my plan for you'' his fingers pinching your nipple as you whimper, ''is to have you do whatever I please and wish to. You have no say in this matter, do you understand?''

''Yes'' you reply quietly, almost feeling shameful for your response as your brain starts to get taken over by horny thoughts.

Once again he tightly grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so his cold helmet sits above your ear. ''Yes, what?'' Feeling his chin run along your ear as he spoke, almost spitting the words as he said them.

''Yes, sir'' you spit back. A groan leaves him as you suddenly feel him shove two gloved fingers into your pussy, a choked moan leaving you as he stretched you open. His fingers pushing deep into you before he starts thrusting them in and out, the leather harsh against you.

Leaning back up but still holding your hair as he says ''quit with the fucking attitude, or this will be harder for you.'' His fingers speeding up, you try to hold back your moans as much as possible but you struggled. ''Stop being pathetic, just let yourself enjoy what I do to you.''

And oh was it tempting, wanting to give into him like usual, being his perfect little sub you are most the time. But this was too fun, acting out against him and not following his exact order always caused a rush through you. ''M-maybe do better then'' you reply, breathing heavily as you swallow your moans.

You feel a third finger force it's way into your tight hole, tears threatening the corner of your eyes, feeling them curl inside you hitting the perfect sweet spot. Unfortunately that was enough to make you let out a loud moan. Boba chuckles behind you, ''what was that princess?'' His grip on your hair loosening as you feel yourself clench around his digits. ''Aw, are you getting close?'' his tone almost a mockery tone.

But you don't give him the satisfaction of replying, instead shutting your eyes and trying to hold in any moans and just letting out quick heavy breaths. He was right, you could feel the pit in your stomach growing, you had been waiting all day for this. You wanted a release, was enjoying this so much already.

The pool in your stomach starting to get ready, ''do you wanna cum? Tell me.'' You just nod and hum, still refusing to give him what he wants, but instead it just leads to his hand tightening in your hair again. ''Speak.''

''Please'' you blurt out, a moan sneaking out too. But as expected, he stopped. Letting go of your hair and pulling his fingers out. Cutting your orgasm off too soon. The side of your face resting on table, it cool against your warm face. ''Fuck you'' you mumble.

In response you were greeted with a hard slap across your ass cheek that caused you to yelp, before he did the same on the other cheek. Your legs squirmed and pressed together, maker that hurt. It's always worse when he slapped your ass with the gloves on, there was more power behind them. His fingers dig into your ass cheek as he groans ''oh I plan to.''

Without another second he shoves his cock through your folds, into your wet desperate hole. Filling your pussy completely with his thick length. Going as deep as he can, the base of his cock resting against your ass before he pulls back as he snapped his hips into yours hard and quickly.

You couldn't hold back anymore, you allowed the moans to fall out your mouth but only quietly, not letting him get the full satisfaction. Your denied orgasm building back up, shit you were already so close. He must have known as he teased ''you getting close again already?'' All you can do is nod, ''good, I want you to thank me after you cum, and you best remember what I said before. Also, I'm going to count down from five and then you can cum, you cum before that and I'll make you regret it.''

Oh, this game. It was fun, but maker was it almost scary, not wanting to cum before he allowed you to as in the past he had stopped mid orgasm which is just not fun. 

''Five'' you ball your fingers in, tightening your grip around nothing just to ground yourself. ''Four'' his hips started to slap harder, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. ''Three'' you let out a deep moan as his balls slap your clit, a sharp sensation running through you. You weren't going to hold out longer. ''Two'' shit, you prayed he would hurry as the pit was about to drop.

Preparing for the last number, the go ahead that you could cum. You were struggling against the binders, your face melting more into the table, your pussy clenching, ready to cover his cock in your cum.

His voice lowers, becoming so husky as he says ''one.''

Your body becomes undone beneath him, moaning loudly and messily. Body jolting as you suffocate his cock within your pussy. Eyes rolling back and seeing stars as you cum hard around him. His pace doesn't slow down, your cum making your already wet hole more wet for him. ''T-thank you.. sir, thank yo-you'' you moan out.

''What a dirty little slut, making a mess all over my cock'' he tusks down at you. His thrusts slowing down a little, grabbing your binders to use as a grip, forcing your body up a bit as he shoves his cock deep at this new angle. ''Such a beauty split open on my cock.'' Sweat falling down your back, your eyes fluttering open as mixes of heavy breaths and moans leave your mouth. Hearing his armour clank as he fucked you harder as he just held you up. 

Then you heard a quiet hiss, your wrists becoming free, feeling the binders slide down your back and make a soft bang sound as the landed on the floor. Boba then slowly pull out of you, you already felt so empty. He then grabbed your hips and turned you to face him, his hands instantly working on getting your top off, letting your breasts become free.

''I really lucked out with you, such a beautiful bounty'' he groaned as his fingers twisted one of your nipples. Your whole body almost blushing as your back arched a bit. ''Maybe I should keep you, no need to hand you over to anyone, is that what you want?'' Him closing in on you, your ass leaning against the table, ''claim you as mine? Make everyone know you're my slut?''

''Please, sir'' you whimper. His hands move onto the top of your thighs, helping lift you onto the table, pushing your legs open as he stood between them. Lining his cock up to your already sensitive pussy, slowly pushing it in as your hands fall onto his shoulders for grip, wrapping your legs around the top of his thighs.

Your grip around his legs making him go in deeper, you managed to get your own way without him realising he was doing so. He almost hugged your body as he went as deep as he could, he mumbles a curse under his helmet. His hips starting to rock against you, your fingers dig into the beskar but obviously it didn't do much for you to help hold yourself together. 

So you move one hand off his shoulder and starting to sneak it up to his helmet, wanting to feel his lips against yours. You start to lift the helmet before he grips your wrist harshly. Using his other hand he pushes you onto your back, you let out a heavy breath, shocked from the quick motion.

His other gloved hand smacks against your cheek before he holds your face second after, ''you never try to remove a hunters helmet, understand? Or are you too much of a dumb slut to know that?'' growling down at you. Boba's hips not longer rocking into you, just holding you as he glared through his visor.

''But I just wanted a kiss'' you pout.

His helmet gets closer as he quietly says ''I don't care.'' Then returning to slamming his cock further into you. His hand leaving your face and moving to your breast, tightening a grip around it.

''B-but that's not fair'' you whimper out as your back arched. The pit in your stomach filling again, your breathing increasing as you stare at him through your eyelashes.

However they fly open when his hand grips your throat, the other one still holding your tit. ''I don't fucking care what you think is fair or not, I'm in charge here. You're mine, and I will use you however I wish to'' Boba spits, his tone so serious now. The pool ready to drop, your pussy tightening around him again. ''Just cum, slut.''

And you do, not wasting a second. You cum harder then you did before, it almost hurting as you squeeze around his thick self. ''Fuck'' you mumble, it almost slurring. You were already starting to feel tired, not sure how much more you had in you. His hands return to your hips, he had just been holding you on his cock as you came, but once he could see you calmed a bit his grips on your hips tightened as he just used your hole.

''You're like my own personal fucktoy, aren't you? Just letting me do whatever I want to your perfect body'' in some way it was almost like he was worshiping you as he degraded you, it just sent flutters to your cunt. The way he was managing to make you feel so special whilst he ruined your body.

His fingers dug into your hips, you can guarantee there will be marks there tomorrow, small bruises most likely. Your eyes looking down at where you were both connected, such a beautiful sight.

Boba must have caught your eyeline as his lowers whilst he says ''look at how perfect you fit around me, like you were made for me. Maker, I'm keeping you all for myself.'' You could feel his thrusts slowing down, but his stride were longer, pushing his cock as deep as he could into your pussy. It felt like he was in your stomach, pushing so far in. 

Pussy clenching around him due to the pressure it was pushing inside, ''si-sir'' is all you can mumble out. Watching his helmet move back up to view your face, waiting for you to carry on whilst his dick was so far in you that it almost hurt. ''I... can- can't'' you say with half shut eyes.

One of his hands moved off your hips and he held your cheek, ''what's wrong ad'ika?'' his voice full of faux sympathy. Your face just slightly tightens as he pulls out and then forcibly shoves his cock back in deep, a choked breath managing to fall out your mouth. ''Is it too deep for your little pussy to handle?'' You could feel him smirking behind the helmet, maybe it was time to give him some attitude again.

''W-what is that you go-going deep? Weak'' you mumble.

Oh maker, that was a decision. Boba's hand travels down to your neck, holding your throat hard, his shoulders tensing. ''Just when I thought you were being a good girl for me, you pull that?'' Feeling his length pull back, before quickly driving into your cunt. His thrusts now fast and deep, any moans you were trying to keep down were instantly blocked by his grip on your throat. 

Your body felt like it was on fire, he had never fucked you like this before, you couldn't tell if this was part of the 'game' or this is him showing how rough he can really be but just hasn't showed you yet. The way he was treating your body was like magic, you had never felt so good during sex before like this. Using everything he knew you enjoyed but cranked up to 11.

He removed the hand off your hip and slowly trailed down to your clit, his thumb running over it causing your hips to rise without control. His fingers pressed harder on your throat as he said ''ah, none of that. Keep them down.'' So you try to force your hips back down but it was hard to do so as he ran his thumb over your clit again and again.

Shit, you were already getting close again. The pit starting to fill up again.

''Kriff you wanna cum again?'' He says almost mockingly. You can only nod, looking at him through half lidded eyes. ''Say it then slut.''

His hand loosened off your throat and landed back on your hip. Taking a deep breath in, swallowing before you say ''please... let me cum again.''

However you are met with a slap across your face. Your eyes fly open as he once again grabs your face. ''I've already had to tell you once, 'let me cum again', what?''

''Please let me cum again, sir'' you say, glaring at him as you do so. You didn't even mean to not use the title, you just forgot as you were more focused on wanting to cum.

''Fine, but this is the last time you're cumming tonight'' Boba groaned. He lifted your legs up a bit to wrap around his waist, pulling your bodies even closer. One hand resting on your waist as his fingers dug in again whilst his other thumb went back to running over your clit. Then he started the fast motions of his hips rocking back into yours.

You felt your pussy then tightens around him, ''g-gonna... really close'' you whimper.

His fingers push harder into your flesh, more bruises to deal with most likely. He starts doing little circles around your clit, your legs start to tighten around him, ''wait'' he orders. Your eyes start to fill with tears, you were right there. He just needed to say the words. You couldn't hold back much longer.

''Please sir'' you almost cry. It was almost getting too much.

He thrusts deep into you, then pulling back out before say ''cum'' as he fucks you hard. A loud moan escapes you as your eyes rolls back, pussy choking his cock as you cum hard around him. The tears run down your face, landing on the table beneath you. ''Such a good girl for me'' Boba praises as stops rubbing your clit, his hand joining your waist like the other.

Him holding your body tightly under him, fucking you hard and fast through your orgasm. Your legs begin to shake and tighten around him. ''Come on, just hold out a bit longer for me, princess. Let me fill this pretty pussy full of my cum, let me claim you.''

You let out a shaky breath, ''please'' is all you can mutter. You wanted him to cum in you so badly, but fuck you were tired and cummed out. You feel your body may give up if he carries on for much longer.

Boba just speeds up, you can feel his cock start to throb inside you, it somehow feeling thicker. He was trying to chase his own high, clearly close himself.

''Fill me with yo-your cum mister... bounty hunter'' you moan.

It was like something switched within him. His fingers dug even deeper into you, somehow, whilst his thrusts started to become messy. ''Fuck'' he moaned out before you felt your walls become covered in his warm cum. The thrusts slowed down, however his grip was still tight. You could feel him twitching inside you, getting every drop of cum out of him into you. 

Then you felt it, the excess cum already dripping out your pussy. How much did he cum? Feeling it run past your ass and either landing on the table or floor, you weren't even sure where your body was. Your legs slowly started to drop from Boba's waist, dangling off the table. You heard him let out a deep breath before he pulled out, his cock covered in both of your releases.

His hands let go of your hips, then your back arches again as two of his fingers enter your abused pussy, ''can't let any of this cum go to waste'' he groans as he shoves it deep inside you. You let out a broken moan, you were too tired for this now, you needed to rest.

Boba's visor connected with your eyes again, ''awe did I break my bounty?'' You decided to give in, you were satisfied with your little game, so you just nod. ''Good'' his smirk auditable through the helmet. Pulling his fingers out before he moved back from your body, ''stay there'' he ordered before you watched him disappear into the fresher. You did attempt to sit up but fuck your body was tired, so you just lay there as the sweat ran off your back onto the table.

When Boba returns he is holding the same small cloth he tends to use when you fuck on his ship. He stood between your legs as he gently cleaned your cunt. Your body did flinch due material being a little rough on your sensitive parts, but you just tried to stay still for him. He was always so caring when it came to this side, no matter how deep he was clearly into character, he still wanted to make you feel safe after.

Once all the cum was cleared he placed the cloth down on the table, then he gently helped you sit up. Your head swayed a little, but you were okay, just sore and tired. However the hissing sound of his helmet coming off woke you up. 

You meet his beautiful brown eyes and smile, ''hi.''

He cups your cheek as he chuckles back at you ''hi? I've been here the whole time.'' 

''I know, but I missed your face'' you reply as you rest your hands on his chest. ''Can't see what you're thinking behind that bucket.'' You lean your face closer, ''or do this'' before placing a soft kiss on his lips. He holds your face to his, just kissing each other softly and lovingly.

He pulls back enough to say ''did you enjoy all that though? I wasn't too rough or mean with you?''

You smile as you shake your head, ''no I really enjoyed it Boba.''

Another kiss is planted on your lips as he cradles your head, ''I'm glad. Now let's get you covered so we can get you into a proper bath at the Palace.''

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Ara’novor

Pairings: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll, Shin Hati & Sabine Wren & Ezra Bridger & Ahsoka Tano Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Baylan Skoll, Ezra Bridger, Ahsoka Tano, Huyang Tags: Major Character Death, Blood and Injury, Non-Explicit Nudity, Grief/Mourning, Spoilers Notes: I seriously do think the series might wind up turning out this way after ep 6… Summary: Orange clashed against orange; their arms were on fire with the exertion it took to not buckle under the strength of the fatal swing. Shin’s gaze was determined as they forced themselves to look their Master in the eye for the first time since the traitorous thoughts had begun. Yellow and fury tinted normally kind eyes, his face drawn unrestrained anger and a heart wrenching disappointment as he regarded his Apprentice’s betrayal. Shin stood over Sabine Wren, both hands clasped firmly around the hilt of the saber he had guided her through building, their breathing was fast, nearing hyperventilation as they made their choice. “This isn’t right, Master,” She called, reaching out for him in the force, as they had done hundreds of times before. AO3 Link: here!

"But he shall. Sabine Wren will have the opportunity of finding Ezra Bridger, just as promised. And if she does, you and your Master will destroy them both."

“You’re supposed to be dead,” Baylan’s voice dripped with venom, Shin could feel the anger simmering off of him in waves, their eyes turning towards him to catch the whitening of his knuckles, grip tight around the hilt of his saber as he took in the sight before them.

Sabine did find Ezra Bridger, it seemed, and her Master, Ahsoka Tano somehow crawled back from the dead and followed them to Peridea as well; finding her Apprentice and the long-lost Rebel, and apparently, the band of Noti ‘Rebels’ that Bridger had acquired in his exile.

“And you’re supposed to be a Jedi, guess we’re both failures,” Ahsoka snipped back at him, placing herself in front of Mandalorian and Jedi Knight, willing to take on the two Gray Jedi swathed in dark alone, if it meant protecting them.

“Master,” Shin’s voice was quiet, silver-blue eyes not once leaving the way his tendons flexed in his hand.

“Quiet,” He commanded, taking Shin aback with a tone they had never heard directed anywhere near them. “It must be fate, then; The Purgills come here to die, and so have you,”

The ozone burned as white and blood orange ignited, Shin stayed stagnant beside her Master, even as his saber thrummed to life within her reach. Green ignited seconds white, Sabine Wren shouldering her way to Ahsoka’s side, golden eyes pierced through Shin’s; they could feel it, the betrayal, even if it was expected, Sabine was still hurt by Shin and Baylan’s betrayal.

Their Master’s eyes pierced into the side of her head. “Shin,” He urged, not as kindly as they remembered. It was distorted, it was wrong. This was not the Master that had saved them from Balosar’s overcrowded streets, this was not the Master who had taught her everything they’ve known. But Shin could not deny that while he was wrong, their Master was in there somewhere… he had to be.

Late to the party, Shin removed her saber and ignited it, blood orange thrumming to life in their hand in a way that felt just as wrong as their Master; their Kyber was full of contradiction, mirroring the Apprentice who wielded it.

Anger flashed on the other side of the battlefield, Shin watched the man, Ezra, reach for the painted armor of Sabine, fingertips brushing beskar as the Mandalorian suddenly charged. “Sabine!” He shouted in tandem with Ahsoka.

“You!” Baylan growled, his hand extending menacingly towards the failed Apprentice. Shin’s body jolted forward, though they did nothing to stop the shove of the force from her Master that threw the purple haired woman backwards.

She hit the ground hard, armor clanging against the ground as she skidded against the dirt.

Get up… Move, you must get up, Wren!

Shin’s jaw clenched, muscles in her throat moving, barely cognitive enough to take a step back as the feral Togruta leaped at their Master and clashed orange and white together once more. Shin did not take her eyes off the Mandalorian’s prone form, even as their saber deactivated, and Ezra knelt close his fallen sister.

Get up!

Sabine’s arm twitched, shoulder visibly spasming before the relief of forced breathing, sputtering, and coughing filled their ears like a harmony, blocking out the way Baylan and Ahsoka fought against each other.

Startling blue eyes rose to meet her own as the Jedi grabbed Sabine’s saber, he rose defensively in front of her, not taking his eyes off Shin, even though they made no move to advance.

Baylan wheezed as the Togruta slammed her boot into his abdomen, forcing him to lower his blade and stagger back. Shaking their head, blinking away their own contradictions, Shin managed to kick it in gear, blade reigniting in time to catch the white saber leveled for her Master’s head, glancing white off orange and placing themselves between the two relics of the Jedi order.

There was fear, copious amounts off it that settled in the bottom of their stomach and had their throat bobbing with each breath as the predatory gaze focused on them, still, Shin held their ground.

Ahsoka was fast, unnaturally so, Shin was struggling to keep up with glancing blows; when the second saber ignited and nearly sliced through their chest like she had done to Marrok, Shin could have sworn their heart stopped.

Their armor was strong enough to catch the blows that hit her shoulders and legs where they could not catch both blades in time, exertion had sweat beading on their brow, blurring their vision where it mixed with the dark cosmetic on its way down her face. The muscles in her arms and legs shook with each repeated hit as Ahsoka beat them back. Baylan was no where to be found as Ahsoka forced Shin up the crest of a nearby dune.

Green and orange clashing caught her attention in a dangerous moment, pulling their attention enough that when Ahsoka’s sabers slashed to the side, they had to drop back on their ass to avoid the fatal blow. Saber deactivating with the woman of her nightmares towering over her, the blonde could only focus on the way Baylan was forcing Ezra Bridger back, the Jedi clearly rusty in his saber skills against the brute power of her Master.

The saber was knocked from Ezra’s hands, Baylan’s armored shoulder slamming into an unprotected chest as the ex-Jedi bowled the young man over, sending him sprawling flat on his back and unresponsive.

There was yellow in his eyes when he looked towards Sabine once more, Shin felt the rush of Adrenaline in their veins like fire. “No,” Shoving themselves up, dodging the twin white blades that had been levelled to keep her on the ground, their feet moved, legs burning with each step as they raced across the battlefield.

Orange glinted off of the gold in Sabine’s eyes, her arm raising weakly over her face, not nearly enough to stop the heavy handed, downwards strike of Baylan’s blade. “No!” Shin shouted again as they crested the danger zone, as the darkness radiating off her Master threatened to suffocate them both; this wasn’t right! He made a promise!

Orange clashed against orange; their arms were on fire with the exertion it took to not buckle under the strength of the fatal swing. Shin’s gaze was determined as they forced themselves to look their Master in the eye for the first time since the traitorous thoughts had begun.

Yellow and fury tinted normally kind eyes, his face drawn unrestrained anger and a heart wrenching disappointment as he regarded his Apprentice’s betrayal. Shin stood over Sabine Wren, both hands clasped firmly around the hilt of the saber he had guided her through building, their breathing was fast, nearing hyperventilation as they made their choice. “This isn’t right, Master,” She called, reaching out for him in the force, as they had done hundreds of times before.

“None of this has been right,” They breathed, eyes narrowing and fingers flexing around their saber as they pushed away the anger and pain radiating off her Master.

“All of this has been for you, for us; You keep refusing to see it, Shin,” Baylan attempted to reason, though Shin knew, could feel the Definity in the force; This was the end for them, one way or another.

“Master, there is no world in which this continues, we are in a graveyard… this is the end, and we have accomplished nothing like you have told me we would!” The Mandalorian at their feet shifted; Shin’s bodyweight adjusted to protect Sabine as she struggled to sit up.

“If you are not with me, then you are against me,” His lips pressed into a thin line as he spoke, Shin could hear the echo of a continuation, somewhere in the force, echoing in the footsteps of the Togruta that moved behind them to check on her apprentice. “Only a Sith deals in absolutes, I will do what I must.”

“I understand my decisions, and the consequences that come with it,”

“Then you will die.”

‘Breathe’

Voices they did not know, a thrum in the force they had never experienced before, and the feeling of the three rebels at their back urged the shaking in their hands to still as Baylan’s blade came arching down against their own. This was not their Master, this was the culmination of what this mission, this graveyard had done to him, but… he was not coming back- They did not have a beginning to be found on this planet, at least, not at his side, as he had believed.

‘The Light… Find the Light’

He was trying to flip their positions, to force Shin to duck under his arm and put Sabine to his back, and Shin couldn’t let that happen, not when they couldn’t feel his intentions. When he moved in to make them duck, Shin lowered their body and plowed forward. They were too small to truly knock the hulking man off balance or to throw him entirely, but he did stumble back a few feet before his fingers wrapped in their tunic.

The shove was hard, but the hilt of his saber connecting with the side of their head to force her back was harder. Vision swimming with black spots dancing in their eyes, Shin dropped to their knees, keeping their saber at the ready, not unlike the Mandalorian when Shin had stabbed her on Lothal.

Shin had been running around the Imperial ship for hours as white clad stormtroopers searched for her. Their stolen valuable was clutched close to their chest, some shiny officer insignia that they didn’t know what to do with; she’d only taken it on instinct upon seeing it on the table, but the troopers that saw the child with it hadn’t known what to do about a thieving kid that they couldn’t shoot on sight. So, Shin ran.

On Balosar, something like this could feed her for an entire week! With the shining metal and the little blue and red boxes, maybe even ghri’ka would buy it from her and give her a new oxygen tank! Except, this wasn’t Balosar, they’d been in the recycled environment of the Imperial Light Cruiser for weeks now, leaving that part of their life far behind.

There were footsteps echoing in the hall, only one pair, steps light and nonthreatening, unlike the squads of stormtroopers that had been sweeping for her.

Still, their fear was tangent, heart beating fast in a small chest as they tried to stifle heavy breaths and choked back sobs, still clutching the insignia plate close, like their life depended on keeping it. The closet was small and empty, offering nowhere for her to hide if someone opened the door-

“Little one,” Baylan’s voice was calm through the door, warm and kind and safe. “May I come in?”

Their head nodded even though Baylan could not see, not trusting the way they knew their voice would squeak in that way the Supervisors on Balorsar hated. Still, the door opened, revealing the calm stoniness of the man she was to call ‘Master’.

He was doing his best to make himself seem smaller and less imposing as he stepped into the closet and lowered himself to a knee in front of the child, his hands resting on one knee, facing the ceiling. There were cool patterns etched into the print of his gloves, like a star map.

“Are you alright?” He questioned; concern written on strong features as he took in the cowering of the small force sensitive.

“I-“ They finally pulled the rank plate away from their chest, thrusting it out at him. It wasn’t worth their survival, not worth any amount of food or sparse credits that they could get from its trade.

Confused, Baylan took the small piece of metal and turned it over in his hands, a small smile pulled at his lips as he set it away. “So that’s what this is all about?” Shin’s head nodded quickly as their hands moved to pick at the bands around the braid Baylan had tied into her hair. “Shin, it’s alright. We should not take things that do not belong to us, this is true; but know this, my young apprentice… I would never let anyone hurt you.”

“Let it lift you”

“We stand behind you.”

“Rise.”

Silver-blue eyes met the yellow of their Master’s when their eyes opened, orange blade burning through the air as it arched towards them. Their lips pressed into a thin line as they moved, marking their spot against his chest even as his saber raced towards her.

There was an explosion of burning pain across their collarbone, the smell of singed hair and fabric filling their nose just as easily as the sound of Baylan choking on air filled her ears. Orange burned through his chest, true to their mark; their blade went clean through their Master’s front, through his heart, and out his back. The irony smell of his blood burning to cauterize the fatal wound soon became all they could focus on as his grip loosened on his saber and sent it to the ground.

Hands clung at their back as his body teetered forward hazardously, crimson trickling into the white of his beard and staining the course hair as he stared down at the woman he had raised. The orange disappeared from his middle, their saber falling into the dirt with his own as he finally fell. Shin had just enough time to grab his head to stop it from smacking off a nearby rock.

“Shin,” Sabine’s voice was hoarse, struggling against Ahsoka’s hands on her shoulders keeping her back as she watched the Master and Apprentice in horror. Ahsoka’s gaze stayed on the two as well, though everything about her was unreadable.

“What just happened?” Ezra questioned, rubbing his head as he finally sat up, nose crinkling at the burning fabric and iron in the air.

Ahsoka’s montrals itched as a bird circled overhead; Morai swooping in to land on the young Jedi’s mop of a head as the only response. In the echo of her call, Ahsoka could hear the fight from lifetimes ago… “And now, the student will kill the Master!”

Shaking her head to clear the thought, Ahsoka held her hand out towards Ezra, both urging him to still and keep quiet as she watched the vulnerable Apprentice.

Shin was silent as they held Baylan’s head in their lap, his hand reached for the wound in his chest, blood tainting his gloves before he reached for Shin. They allowed his hand to press against the side of their face, blood smearing across angular cheekbones as he tilted their head to get a better look at them.

“This was not how I imagined I would remove your braid,” He admitted weakly, reaching next for the darkened section of burnt hair. Their chest ached from the burn on their collarbone, and from the ache of knowing what would come next for the man she owed everything to.

“Master,” Her voice wavered, crackling with emotion they did not want to share with the… not entirely enemies gathered just feet behind them.

He quieted them with a shake of his head. “Even so-“ A rasping, churning cough, pain flickering across his face as his heart still tried to pump blood to the rest of his body. “I am proud,” There was no yellow in his eyes, no darkness tainting his words- This was their Master; Baylan Skoll, their father, the man that had raised them, and they had effectively killed him, they could not understand his pride, not yet, at least. “It seems I was wrong. Your beginning is here and will move away from here as well. It seems I was the Purgill.”

The man’s eyes slid shut calmly once he had taken in his daughter’s face for the last time. His chest did not rise again as his muscles went lax, his weight fully in their lap as she reached, hesitantly placing her hand on his cheek. “Master,” She called again, though they knew it would be futile, that he was gone; from this realm at least.

Dusk was announced in the crunching of boots in the dirt, though the movement of the three at their back did not rouse them from their state. He looked calm, at least; calmer than she’d seen him since the Witch approached him with this job. Like the man they’d known when he had finally ended their working relationship with the Empire.

Sabine’s hand rested on their shoulder, just over the silver metal of their pauldron. The Mandalorian’s fingers brushed against the burn on their collarbone, sending them reeling back into their own body in a rush. “Shin,” Sabine called again as the blonde blinked, their hand raising to wipe the crustiness of old and new tears off their cheeks.

When they turned their head, they were met with Sabine kneeling at their side, Ahsoka Tano standing just behind her, though she did not look away from the old Knight’s corpse, and Ezra Bridger, kneeling in the dirt, trying to shake the pebbles and dirt from the two dropped sabers.

“You made the hard choice,” Ezra picked up at Sabine’s loss of words, a knowing sympathy in his eyes as he rose, passing both sabers to the blonde. “They don’t tell you that the hardest part is walking away after it, though.”

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The T-6 was silent as everyone loaded inside. Shin and Huyang were the last to step inside, both droid and Apprentice needing the time and space to offer a true goodbye to the man they had known, be it as a Jedi Knight, or as a father and a mentor.

There was no talk about Thrawn or Morgan, no words passed between the recently united family, and no words spoken between the Light and the Grey gathered in the ship. Shin had stood numbly in the doorway for a time, seeing through the bustle of movement around them, their Master’s pyre on their mind as the small crew put themselves, and each other, back together.

“Hey,” Sabine was the first to speak, voice rough as she appeared in the blonde’s swimming vision. “Come on, you’re hurt,” The Mandalorian guided Shin past Ezra, who chose the worst place to kneel and tie his boots just in front of the door, leading them to the decent sized ‘fresher added on to the ship.

A bench spanned out against the wall in the hallway sized room, a real shower taking up one end, with a nice counter full of different products for the human’s hair care, and formulas designed specifically for any species with Lekku and Montrals. Cabinets were opened in silence once Sabine managed to get Shin to settle on the bench, their shoulders hunched and back slouched into themselves, the smallest they’d felt since their Master’s biggest promise to them.

“I would never let anyone hurt you.”

Sabine’s hands were warm, hesitant, and gentle on their tunic, an exact opposite of Shin’s own when they’d pulled her armor off just weeks ago. The fabric had burned to their skin, causing Sabine’s face to twist up as she imagined the pain that Shin had long since learned to internalize.

“Can I take this off, all the way?” She asked, kneeling between Shin’s legs as her fingers searched for the clasps holding the thick outer layer in place. The nod of their head was subtle, but clear enough for Sabine to continue her path to pulling away the pauldrons and vambraces on their arms and shoulders.

The wool of her tunic pulling away from the burn was agony, ripping the dried blood and scabbing burn open slow enough to count as torture; Still, Shin remained still and stony, the only visible reaction to the pain was the quiet, sharp intake of breath and the narrowing of their pupils.

Their gloves were pulled away next to give them a moment to ease their silent pain, exposing the chipped blue paint of their nails to the world. The Mandalorian seemed to pause in surprise at the splash of color, but she stayed blissfully silent. The armor at their hips and legs were removed with care, as was the thin leather belt that rested above at their hips, all set aside on the bench in a neat pile then.

When Sabine straightened up, Shin’s hands moved immediately to the backs of her knees, a silent plea not to leave, one they would never voice. “I’m not going anywhere, Kurs’kaded,” She promised, guiding the rest of the tunic back and easing it off of their shoulders, careful on their right side, where the burn brought a stiffness and lack of ability to move. “ ‘m right here,” Her voice dropped as she set the tunic aside.

Their undershirt was still damp with sweat and crusty with both dried and new blood. It would hurt too much to try and pull it up over their head, and as much as Sabine would have wanted that three weeks ago in hyperspace, she could take no joy in those thoughts now.

Reaching for her boot, Sabine pulled a small blade from it, holding it in the palm of her hand, she waited until they saw the light glinting off the metal before proceeding. “I’m going to cut this off so it doesn’t hurt as bad,” She made sure her movements were expressed clearly as she brought the blade to the side of Shin’s throat, her fingers pressing between the fabric to create space so she didn’t nick the delicate porcelain skin concealed by fabric.

Their chest rose and fell slowly, eyes unseeing as Sabine sliced the blade through the fabric, exposing their chest painted in blood, and the purple-green bruises all around their abdomen. With a few tugs, the end of the shirt was pulled away from their skirt and pants, allowing Sabine to finish the cut and begin peeling away black dyed fabric from their torso.

Again, the singed fabric being torn away from their chest caused more rivulets of blood to race down pale skin, disappearing under the dark fabric of their chest bindings. “Sorry!” Sabine hissed for them, trying her best to be gentle as she worked the fabric down their arms.

Shin did not move or react once, even when Sabine went through the much faster process of pulling away their boots, skirt, and pants, leaving them in their underclothes with a sizable pile stacked up on the bench.

“Do you want to shower? ‘soka doesn’t fly anything with a sonic on it,” She jabbed her head to the far wall, where the small shower waited like a safe haven. Still, Shin shook their head in the negatory, they didn’t have the energy; barely had the energy to draw air into their lungs knowing that Baylan would never do the same again.

“Yeah… I get it,” Sabine sympathized quietly, head hanging as she recalled the first few weeks aboard the Eye of Sion, when she believed her own Master to be dead. “Can I clean the blood off of you at least, or do you want to, or…” The artist trailed off, unsure if the blonde would be comfortable with Sabine’s continued aid.

When Shin’s head nodded in the affirmative, Sabine’s shoulders relaxed. “Alright, thank you,” Their hands dropped away from the backs of her knees to drop bonelessly against the bench as Sabine went back to the cabinets for a rag and the alcohol to properly clean the wound.

“Can I take this off?” There was a mild flash of annoyance as the question came up again, arms tried moving to pull her bra off themselves, though a flash of pain from the stiff shoulder had them succumbing to the need of another person. When they finally nodded, Sabine apologetically moved in to undo the clasp and pull the fabric away.

Sabine did her best to keep her gaze as respectful as possible as she started wiping away the blood that had carved rivers into their pale skin, though her cheeks flushed as she followed a trail of crimson over their hardening nipple, cool air bringing goosebumps to their exposed chest and arms. “Sorry-“ She whispered in advance before dragged the cloth over sensitive skin, jumping in expected surprise when Shin’s knee jerked and a soft gasp had their lips parting. “Just a little more-“ She promised, apologetic as she continued to wipe away blood and sweat from the underside of her breast.

When Sabine was satisfied that she’d cleaned all the red away from their skin, she moved on to the medkit on the counter, looking for packets of Bacta to help ease the burn. Before she could tear the packet open, Shin’s hand shot out and wrapped around her wrists, skin cool where it touched her. Sabine’s eyebrow rose at the sudden fiery determination in their eyes. “It’ll scar…” She pointed out, a frown pulling to her lips before understanding settled in. “You want it to.”

They did not deny her assumption, nor did they confirm it, but they did not release Sabine’s hand until she tossed the packet back into the kit. “Alright, alright. Can I cover it?”

More silence and another minuscule nod of their head later and Sabine was carefully taping clean gauze across the burn. Shin would up leaning back against the cold durasteel of the wall at some point, leaving Sabine’s knees pressing into the bench as she leaned over them to patch her up. “Well, spoiler alert, I’m no doctor, but it should be alright. I’ll check on it in the morning.. if you’re hanging around that long?”

“I don’t know,” Their voice was hoarse, exhaustion dripping in each syllable as they stared at the silver of Sabine’s belt. Where would they go? Baylan was dead, Thrawn and Morgan would have them killed; not that they would ever choose to go back there.

“Well… There’s an extra bunk, you know…” There was a hint of something more, an offering that went unsaid or I can make room in mine. “I’m sure ‘soka can look past the attempted murder thing, she has before… You know, if you want to, for a while.”

Shin’s head dipped in an uncharacteristic way, their spaced-out gaze finding their hands and the chipped paint along their nails. “If I can stay, I will.”

This earned a beaming smile from the Mandalorian that almost had them regretting the decision. “Hang on, I’ll get you some clothes-“ The purple haired woman popped out of the ‘fresher. “Ezra!” She shouted into the cabin, smirking at the groan that filtered through to Shin’s ears. “Hey, can you grab a spare change of clothes from the bunks?”

“I have literally never been on this ship in my life, ‘bine.”

“It’s through that door, di’kut. Grab..” A hum from the artist as she thought of what would fit best. “the blues, I think there’s stuff in that middle drawer under the bunk that’ll work. Just absolutely don’t open the one on the right,”

A few moments of silence before there was a rustling a fabric being passed between the chosen family. “Sabine, why do you keep dicks with your stuff?” He complained, whining in the way only a vod’ika could.

“I literally told you not to look there,” She shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. The door slid shut in Ezra’s face as she took the small bundle of clothes.

“You can’t tell me not to look somewhere, and expect me to listen!” He called from the other side of the door. “Can you believe this, Huyang?”

“For Lady Wren? Yes, it is very plausible,” She heard the droid agree as she set the clothes back on the counter.

“If anything, those two will drive you nuts first,” She informed them, though there was a warm smile on her lips as she unfolded the sleep shorts and sweatshirt. “This is all I have that has a chance at fitting, pretty sure leather pants aren’t the best for sleeping in,”

“Thank you-“ Without waiting and skipping the preamble, Sabine carefully helped Shin into each article. Once the blonde’s head was popped through the neck hole of the sweatshirt, Sabine idly reached out to brush their hair back in place with her fingers.

“I’m sure we can stop somewhere and grab something that’ll fit while I fix this stuff up,” Sabine promised, patting the stack of blood soiled clothes.

The Mandalorian helped Shin up once more, again taking the lead with a gentle hand on their wrist as they rejoined everyone in the main room. Ahsoka was deep in thought at the table, a ceramic mug of tea clasped in her hands, while Ezra packed away at least three days-worth of rations across from her. “Hey, we’re gonna go lay down… long day,” She called to everyone at the table. Huyang popped his head out of his service quarters at her voice.

“Lady Hati, may I take yours and Lord Baylan’s sabers? Ezra mentioned they may have suffered damage from the environment.”

Shin’s hands tapped at their waist where the sabers should have been, though… she did not know where they could have gone, they’d been spaced out too far since Baylan’s last breath that she hadn’t kept track of them.

“Oh! Right here!” Sabine removed both sabers from the back of her belt, passing them off to Shin so they could make the final decision to pass them both to the waiting droid.

“Thank you,”

Sabine and Shin were able to retreat to the crew quarters with no further interruptions. While Sabine was preparing the bunk across from her own, Shin settled down to sit against Sabine’s own decorated bed. By the time the purple haired woman had finished, the wolf was already curled up at the foot of the thin mattress, eyes shut and face burrowed into the tooka plush Kanan had gotten her ages ago for her birthday.

“Yeah, me too,” Sabine agreed in a quiet whisper. Instead of settling into the other bunk, she dropped into the open space of her own without taking off her armor, the exhaustion of the last few weeks finally catching up from the hyperspace lane and sending the Mandalorian off to sleep.

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Shin’s rest was anything but restful through the night, keeping them tossing and turning, agitating the bandages on their chest until Ahsoka had finally had enough, dropping from the bed above Sabine’s almost silently, only to reach out and shake the blonde’s leg until awareness came flooding back in.

The blonde’s eyes snapped open, recoiling in near immediate fear as they processed the glow of Togrutan eyes and the distinct markings of Ahsoka Tano’s face. “Easy,” She whispered as they scrambled back on the mattress, nearly waking Sabine. She had to wonder what Baylan had been telling them about her.

She could hear the quickened thumping of their heart and the rapid rise and fall of their chest, even as they schooled their features to mask the terror. “I’m not going to hurt you,” She tried to ease, though it seemed to be the wrong move. Sabine and Ezra both shifted, beginning to stir at the commotion and the fear bleeding out into the force.

Exasperated, Ahsoka slipped out of the room to find Huyang, tinkering away at the oddest hours to pull the sediment from Baylan and Shin’s sabers. “Hey, you up for telling the kids one of your old stories?”

“They are all far from children,” He commented as he settled Baylan’s hilt onto a clean rag. “But of course, I will.” He agreed, stepping around Ahsoka and to the room.

Shin was still backed up into the corner of the bunk, her hand resting on Sabine’s wrist, over the trigger for the small rockets loaded into the vambrace , laying in wait should they need to use Sabine’s arsenal to protect themselves.

“Lady Hati,” He greeted, blinking up at Ezra when the man’s hand dropped down to smack against his head.

“ ‘bine, turn your alarm off,” He grumbled, hand limp against the droids head.

“Eat my shorts,” Sabine grumbled tiredly, shifting against the mattress with her eyes still closed, curling instinctively closer to the blonde in her bed.

“Huyang, please,” Ahsoka spoke from the doorway, the light filling in keeping er eyes dull, and only slightly less horrifying to the younger blonde.

“Of course,” He settled himself in the open bunk that Sabine had prepared hours before. “Lady Hati, your Master’s lightsaber was constructed in a style that the Jedi Order had not seen in hundreds of years…”

Huyang talked long into the night about the old Republic and the ways of the Jedi from that era, delving into a plot that had all three young adults sleeping once more, before he could even get to the interesting part. Even with Ahsoka as his only audience, Huyang continued his tale about Baylan Skoll, and the day he came in as an excited youngling and built his very first saber, and the vivid yellow-orange blade he had produced on the trip back to Coruscant.

[momojedi]

here’s a sketch of Kimmy !

She’s based off a friend who also absolutely adores Star Wars - we’re constantly gossiping about clones, especially Rex, hehe - and she’s super excited about my comic !

About Kimea :

Kimea Orneem is originally from Alderaan and like all other Younglings, she was taken in by the Order at a very young age. She had a pretty normal education, went from Youngling to Padawan like everyone else. During the Clone Wars, she became Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Padawan as well as the Commander of the 212th. She gets along very well with Cody and sees him as a big brother.

Kimea lost a leg in her first battle after being overwhelmed and shot down by a clanker. Cody still blames himself for it because he feels like he put too much pressure on her ahead.

She’s also very close with Ahsoka Tano since they tend to work with the 501st a lot. They usually gossip about their masters and the dumb stuff they get themselves into.

Her best friend though is Matide Zoni, the senator of Balosar (who also is inspired by a friend of mine). They tend to stay in contact over holocalls and chats about the current war state.

Kimea wields dual cyan lightsabers. Cody tried to show her how to shoot a rifle before but she absolutely sucks at it. (Lightsabers inspired by Ahsoka since she’s my friend’s favourite character !)

[chipthekeeper]

"Balosar, I choose you!" *tossed down a ball and a little weirdo pops out*

"Uhhh do you want to buy some deathsticks?"

now this is someone who knows their glup shittos!!!! thank you for referencing the only other Balosar i know

[bittybug-sunflower-blog]

Chapter summary: Valree and Seripas aim to capture Boba Fett in a club. Valree spots Boba, but another Mandalorian, interferes. The mandalorian revealing himself as a clone, teams up with Valree. They find a bounty list Boba dropped and decide to save a new target together.

Warning: violence

Word count: 1554

Rating: 18+

Extra: Alternate Universe Story

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Chapter 2

Several Months Later...

"Remember, Valree, in and out," said Seripas through the earcom. "We need him alive and hurry up; the rain is going to ruin my armor."

Valree rolled her eyes. "You didn't have to work with me." She calmly walked inside the club. Her teal skin seemed to shimmer under the club lights, exuding strength and confidence. Clad in a provocative yet modest ensemble—a striking purple top paired with sleek black pants and boots.

Walking just a few feet inside when she was stopped by someone. "Hey, what's a pretty Balosar like you doing in a club like this?" The Zabrak's voice slurred, a typical greeting from a lonely soul drowning in a sea of misery. His breath reeked of booze, a scent so overpowering it could knock out a bantha at twenty paces.

"Not interested," Valree tried to walk past him giving a little shove to try to move him out of the way. Then a sudden grip on her wrist.

"We're not done talking," the Zabrak growled, his grip tightening on Valree's wrist as he attempted to draw her closer to his body. His anger fueled by a mixture of frustration and alcohol. Determined to assert his dominance in the dingy confines of the club.

As tension thickened in the air, Valree's hand moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior. With a swift, almost mesmerizing motion, she produced a gleaming dagger from its concealed sheath. She brought the sharp edge of the blade to rest against the Zabrak's neck, the cold steel sending shivers down his spine.

"One of us is losing a hand tonight," Valree's voice cut through the one-sided standoff. Her teeth clenched together, amplifying the intensity of her threat as she stared unflinchingly into the Zabrak's eyes, daring him to challenge her resolve. In that moment, the pulsating energy of the club seemed to fade into the background, leaving only Valree and her adversary locked in a deadly dance of wills.

"Hey! No violence!" yelled the bartender. "Either take it outside or leave."

With a dismissive flick of her wrist, the Zabrak released Valree, his eyes widening in alarm as he recoiled from the lethal glint of the dagger. Valree's movements were calculated as she smoothly returned the weapon to its sheath, her demeanor betraying none of the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The two went opposite directions steering clear of one another from thereafter.

Walking purposefully towards the bar, Valree signaled to the bartender with a single raised finger, her gaze sweeping across the dimly lit room with the poise of a seasoned predator. As she lifted the glass to her lips, the amber liquid within reflected the flickering lights of the club.

Amidst the throng of patrons, her eyes locked onto a solitary figure occupying the shadowy depths of a corner booth. There, seated with an aura of quiet confidence, was none other than the Mandalorian clone himself, a young Boba Fett. In Mandalorian armor, predominantly green with bold red accents, every dent and scratch told tales of battles won and bounties claimed. His helmet concealed his face, leaving nothing visible—a silent warning to those who crossed his path.

"We're taking in a kid?" Valree stared in disbelief.

"Don't let him fool you," Seripas assured.

Valree set her drink down and crept closer, but as she did, she saw another figure in the dimly lit bar, sitting in a neighboring booth from Boba Fett. In the pulsating lights of a crowded club, a man clads in red and grey Mandalorian armor. His black hair cropped short, and his cloudy eyes held a fierce intensity despite their partial impairment, which was all hidden under his helmet.

"Seripas, we might have competition," Valree whispered through her earpiece.

"Get to him first!" Seripas demanded.

A blaster shot narrowly missed Boba Fett, sending people scattering in terror and creating chaos in its wake. The sudden commotion destabilized the area, resulting in Boba Fett being forcefully shoved into a nearby wall, rendering him unconscious.

"Too late!" Valree's instincts kicked into overdrive as she tried to lunge towards Boba Fett. Yet, before she could reach her target, she was blindsided by a sudden impact, crashing to the ground with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs.

As she struggled to regain her bearings, Valree's trained eyes locked onto her assailant, clad in the unmistakable armor of a Mandalorian. She got to her feet quickly. With a surge of adrenaline, she retaliated with a well-aimed kick, sending the intruder reeling backwards and dislodging his helmet in the process.

As the helmet clattered to the ground, revealing the face beneath, Valree's breath caught in her throat. Staring back at her was a spitting image of Boba Fett but older and his eyes cloudy. The shock of the revelation Valree by surprised, her mind racing to comprehend the implications of this unexpected encounter amidst the chaos of the club, "What the hell?" Valree mouthed loudly.

In the pulsating heart of the club, Valree and the assailant engaged in a frenzied duel amidst the swirling chaos of flashing lights and pounding music. With lethal precision, Valree unleashed a flurry of daggers, each one propelled towards the assailant with deadly accuracy.

Meanwhile, he returned fire with blaster bolts, the crackling energy tearing through the air as he sought to neutralize Valree's relentless assault. The club erupted into pandemonium as patrons scattered in fear, the dance floor transformed into a battleground of flashing lights and billowing smoke.

Valree danced between the strobing lights, her movements fluid and agile as she evaded his onslaught, her focus unwavering amidst the chaos. With each throw of her daggers, she sought to close the distance between them, her determination driving her forward with unwavering resolve.

The assailant, undeterred by Valree's relentless barrage, maintained his position with steadfast determination, his blasters blazing as he sought to outmaneuver his adversary. The air crackled with tension as the two hunters clashed, their skills and instincts locked in a deadly contest of wills.

As the battle raged on, the club descended into a maelstrom of violence and confusion, the pounding music providing a relentless backdrop to their deadly dance. In the swirling chaos, Valree and the assailant fought with all the ferocity of their trade, each determined to emerge victorious in the face of overwhelming odds.

Boba Fett woke up with a quick pace. He looked towards the two fighting. He shot an explosive flare at the two before swiftly fleeing through the door.

With a quick glance from the assassin, he grabbed Valree and moved her out of the way of the explosion. Chaos erupted as species alike ran out in pure blind fear.

"I'm not here to fight you; he has data that I need!" The assailant yelled and grabbed his helmet. He took off after Boba Fett.

Valree raced after both. She made her way into a back alley. There she saw the assailant punching her target. Then the next thing she knew, a blaster was raised at his face.

"No!" Valree grabbed her dagger and threw it straight at the blaster, making the shot miss Boba's face by inches. As the dagger returned to Valree's hand, the distraction was enough to have Boba Fett kick the assailant off and took off into the sky with his jet pack.

"Are you serious?" The assailant ran up to her. "I needed answers!"

"You were going to kill my target, and I need him alive!" Valree yelled back.

"It was set on stun."

"Oh, hold up, who the heck are you?" Valree questioned, her tone cautious.

The assailant removed his red helmet, revealing his face. "My name is Jetto Fett. Now, who are you?" he countered, aiming his blaster at Valree.

"I'm Valree Brights. Why do you want Boba Fett?" Valree asked, her stance ready for another confrontation.

"Boba Fett has answers about me that I need, and thanks to you, he's gone," Jetto explained, his gaze drifting to the ground where he had subdued Boba. With a calculated motion.

"Wait, you're a clone?" Valree inquired, a note of surprise in her voice.

"Boba's failed experiment, more than a clone," Jetto explained.

Valree walked up beside Jetto. She looked at the ground. She squinted at the ground scanning it like a computer. "Wait, look." She picked up a holoprojector. She scanned it over, if Boba Fett dropped it in his hasty escape. She pressed a button, and her eyes widened. There was a list, a captured dead or alive list.

"What are we looking at?" Jetto asked.

"A bounty lists." As Valree skipped through the list. She stopped at one person that caught her eye, "And someone I need to help, and you can get your target as well."

"I'm listening." Jetto replied.

Valree put her hand to her earpiece. "Seripas, we need a drop-off at Alderaan. I'll have the senator pay you double what we were about to get for Boba."

"Alderaan? We?" Seripas asked.

Valree looked at Jetto. "I have a traveler who needs a ride," Valree said.

Jetto looked at Valree with a confused look and with doubt. Though the reassurance looks of Valree gave Jetto no other choice to finding Boba. The two started making their way to Seripas and the ship.

[empirebackshots]

my handwriting is so ass but idk i feel like this looks nicer than it would if i typed it out. anyway mikaya info w her updated clone wars design

[sw5w]

Obi-Wan Walks Through the Temple With His Masters

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:26:36

[ladyzirkonia]

Death sticks

After researching about death sicks I gonna tell you there is not only one reason to go home and rethink your life.

The drug is primaly an enormously addictive and illegal substance you shouldn't mess with. Besides that they are distilled and refined from balo mushroom. This species can be exclusively found on the planet Balosar.

The planet was dominated by pharmaceutical companies. Many of the Balosar people on this world lived in poverty because the corporations had a suffocating rule over the planet. Moreover, the planet was ravaged and polluted, to the point that even the stars in the night sky became impossible to see.

So kids, you don't wanna sell death sticks, you wanna go home and rethink your life!

Bonus:

But look they are so shiny!

[certified-anakinfucker]

for the character solidifying asks - 49 and 50 for the oc(s) of your choice !

hiiii oh my gosh is this the first time youve been in my ask box. i think so. i am so sorry it has taken me a literal month but here, i offer you my second favorite jedi dad and then a miserable wet rat of a seer character solidifying asks here

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? Hellir’-Amderak Edi Drovaddal // Hellir’ has a very smooth, soulful, I won’t say gentle but.. non-domineering voice. He is a Diplomat and must adjust his voice as needed for pretty much any situation but at rest he is quite soft-spoken, and pronounces his words pretty easily? He doesn’t speak so crisp when he’s not on the job. It’s between a mumble, and just on the tip of a smile. He’s VERY deliberate, no matter what the case may be. If he says it, he means it. And he has kept his native Balosar accent to him (which is like a typical Coruscanti Basic accent, just.. slightly to the left of the usual from what you hear on the surface but not quite found on any other level. A bit gruff, choppy at times, but never upset or accusatory or negative. It’s just a little to the left of it all.)

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating? Jupso Onurimaa // He always looks like he’s suffering, because he usually is. It’s the slightly furrowed brow, a little frown to him, lips pressed tightly together, he’s got worry and remorse in his eyes more than anything else. He’s withdrawn even in expression, when anyone’s able to see it. He used to be very good at hiding this away from others but he’s slipped up majorly since resurrection, and if you see him with no veil…