#but Etain is a dumb teenager here

[mysticaltora8276]

Another breakdown of dumb quotes

“Your prowess with a lightsaber is childish vanity.” Excuse me? That’s an ancient martial art form.

“Your physical Force powers are no more than a conjuror’s trick, sleight of hand to dazzle the ordinary beings you should be serving.” Sounds like something that I’ve heard from the Path of the Open Hand…you know the bad guys of High Republic…Also why do you care about regular people?

“You profane these powers by using them as weapons in war.” Wait are they a conjurors trick meaning not real or are they real? Inconsistent much?

And you fail to grasp the single, simple, uncompromising duty of the true Jedi. The Jedi is the rock-lion at the gate who says, “I will defend these beings with my life, and that is the sum of me.”” Oh what was this person doing fire this conflict *looks at notes* mediating and watching. TV….Yeah shut up.

“Etain Tur-Mukan died to save one life,” You mean protecting a man participating in a genocide?

“a man she did not even know, but felt compelled to save, (because he was gunning down teenagers fleeing a genocide?) and that is what made her stronger in the Force and a truer Jedi than any of you acrobats, tricksters, and specious, empty philosophers.” By protecting someone from teenagers who were fighting in self defense against people subjecting them to genocide….yeah get out of here with that crap.

—Kina Ha, Jedi Knight; unsure of her exact age, but at least a thousand years old (She’s Traviss’s mouthpiece as you can see.)

Yes she’s justifying genocide and saying this to Scout a survivor of said genocide. And again she did nothing during the TCW except watching tv and mediating. And oh she’s a Kaminoan Jedi because Traviss didn’t pay attention to the movies at all.

[thesummerstorms]

12. “Why are you awake?”

@clingy-ghost

Etain peered doubtfully out from her bunk in the almost-empty creche room.

“Why are you awake?” she blurted out, more sharply than she really meant it. “Didn’t your ship get back late? Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

But Rhedian just beamed back up at her, stretching up on tip-toes to peer into Etain’s top bunk, her hair a mess aside from her meticulously plaited Padawan’s braid, her hands clasped suspiciously behind her back.

“Scoot over already!” Rye chirped without missing a beat, “Before the instructors realize we’re breaking curfew.”

Rhedian didn’t even have a curfew- Padawans listened to their Masters, not to the creche-instructors. Etain stared at her wearily for a moment trying to figure out what exactly Rye was up to. Rye, who was still looking up at her, expectant and not a little impatient and… smelling distinctly of citrus? 

What?

“What,” Etain asked even as she pushed backwards, pressing against the wall to make room for Rye on the narrow mattress, “exactly are you doing?”

“Sleepover! Now move! No, the other way or I will land on your elbow. That’s better.” 

It was a tighter fit than it had been when they were both little and the creche instructors used to chide them for sneaking into one another’s bunks to gossip and whisper after lights-out. Etain was turned on her side, as far back as she could go, Rhedian squeezed alongside her with one leg half-dangling off the edge of the bed. Rye didn’t seem to mind though. It was hard to see, exactly,but Etain thought she could make out something small and circular her friend was cradling  to her chest.

“Rhedian...” Etain whispered again, apprehensive and glancing across the room to where the only other initiate their age was still sleeping. If this was going to be a repeat of the Incident...

But Rhedian pressed on undeterred. “I brought you something!” Feeling around in the darkness, she grabbed blindly until she found Etain’s hand and squeezed it. Then she cupped Etain’s fingers expectantly and slipped something into them. “From my trip!”

The citrus smell grew stronger. Etain realized she was holding some kind of small, smooth skinned fruit, one that sat unexpectedly heavily in her hand. “... what?” 

Rye made a small, impatient noise. “Vinefruit. It grows in the jungle outside the Capitol on. You should hurry and peel it. We had nothing but rationpaste for dinner on the ship, and I am starving.” As if to reinforce the point, Rye’s stomach chose that moment to gurgle loudly.

Etain couldn’t help it. She laughed, quickly moving to stifle the noise with her free hand. Rhedian gently shoved her knee anyway, which didn’t help at all.

“I thought that you said you brought me something.”

“Yes, well,” Rye huffed, “you can still share. Come on already. Try it.”

Obediently, Etain sunk her nails into the smooth skin of the fruit. It split apart easily into small, star-shaped sections, one of which she handed to Rye, leaving her fingers sticky. Too late, Etain realized the juice was probably going to make a mess all over the pillow.

Oh well. Too late now.

She took a bite. “Oh. That’s sweet.”

Her eyes had just adjusted enough that she could make out Rhedian trying not to grin around her mouthful of fruit. She had a distinct I told you so look, a pride in being correct that was utterly familiar. Etain didn’t care. She took another bite, almost tempted to lick the juice from her fingers.

It was Rhedian’s turn to stifle a giggle. “ I know, right? I had one planet side and immediately thought of you. It tastes much better than muja fruit.”

Etain was highly partial to muja fruit, to most citrus fruit actually, but she nodded in agreement anyway. “It’s better than chocolate.”

“I wouldn’t go quite that far. But I knew you would like it.” 

With so little space and so much familiarity between them, Etain could feel Rhedian’s pleasure in the Force as easily as she could hear it in her friend’s voice. It settled between them, soft and content-feeling, like a warm blanket. Rye squeezed Etain’s arm again, waiting patiently for Etain to finish her portion, still smiling.

Etain looked down at the sheets, uncertain why her face suddenly felt warm. She chewed, slow and deliberate, until the last of the vinefruit was gone, leaving behind nothing but the ghost of its scent.

“What was it like?” she asked eventually, stretching as much as she could with out brushing against Rye . “Going on a real mission off-world? Arion’s mostly wilderness, right? Not like Coruscant at all.”

Rhedian propped herself up on one elbow, looking down into Etain’s face. “No. The planet was beautiful,” she whispered with clear relish, and then- “I wish you could have seen it though. I missed you.”

There was a twinge in Etain’s chest at that, one she couldn’t explain. She pushed right past it, pushing playfully at Rhedian’s shoulder. “No you didn’t. I bet you spent the entire time having absolutely crazy adventures and were too busy to even think about the Temple. Did you get to use your new lightsaber at all?”

“Actually,” Rye’s nose scrunched the way it always did when she got annoyed with something, “My master kept me busy, but so much of it was errands, Etain. Padawan go do this. Padawan, cross-reference that with the official plant database? Oh, Padawan, could you take a message for me?” At Etain’s unbelieving giggle, Rhedian shook her head. “I really did think about- wait.”

Etain froze. She could feel it too. More than that, she could hear the footsteps now. One of the creche-masters was coming. Wordlessly, she tugged at Rhedian’s arm, pulling them both flat against the mattress even as Rye tugged the blanket over both of them, the way they always had when they hid as kids. 

They were too old and too big for it to do any good now, but Etain put a knowing finger to her lips anyway. Rhedian bit her lip hard, clearly trying not to laugh outright. For a moment, all was right with the galaxy.

Then-

“Girls.”

Busted.