#dooku was a very fine young man

[the-black-swan-paracosm]

Star Wars story idea

(Please use or write. Send me the link afterwards.)

Obi-Wan is a powerful force user who is crippled by equally powerful visions. The Order keeps him sequestered, hidden, and observed constantly. The Order believes that Obi-Wan will dictate the future’s next series of prophecies. As well as aid in their present future.

Obi-Wan occasionally likes to run away. Eventually the psychic gives himself up and returns back to the temple. There is a standing order to all members that if they find or recover Obi-Wan, then they are to drop their current mission and prioritize returning Kenobi to the temple.

Obi-Wan prefers to sleep outside, he makes enough credits to fill his kiseru with tea leaves to smoke. He makes the credits by posing as a fortune teller.

(Also Jaster’s death on Korda didn’t happen. Chalk it up to Obi-Wan changing the future so much that a ripple effect occurred)

—

Jaster and his men were making their way to the governor’s office. They wanted to survey the land a bit and plan entry and escape routes while they knew they were safe. While scanning an alley way, Jaster noticed a sign with shaky Mando’a scrawled: “Fortune telling: I have a message for you” [jate'kara: Ni ganar haat me'dinuir ti gar] with a arrow that pointed to a lone, cloaked figure seated against the alley wall. The being was smoking from a long pipe, an uncommon item, but that isn’t only what Jaster noticed; it was how the being held the pipe, warrior style, with his hand under the pipe and grasping it from the end of the middle piece and just before the beginning of the end metal piece. Jaster had faint memories of his own father smoking like that.

Jaster was about to approach the man when Jango called out,

“Buir, what are you doing?”

“Jan’ika, I want to talk to this person.” Jaster pointed to the sign and then to the seated figure, who hadn’t even moved to look at the father and son.

“A jate’karar? Seriously? Don’t tell me you believe in that osik.”

“I do, but that’s not the point. What’s the main and secondary language of Galidraan?”

“Basic and Kenari…But that sign is written in Old Mando’a, huh. Alright. Let’s speak to your di’kut jate’karar.”

“Jan’ika! Be polite.” Jaster chided before addressing the cloaked figure, “Are you the fortune teller?”

Obi-Wan took another pull from his pipe before removing his hood and getting a proper look at the Mandalorians before him.

“Hmm,” Kenobi pondered, “Depends. Do you want your fortune told?”

Jaster took in the man’s face. Exhaustion, severe at that, darkened the area around his eyes. His accent was Corscanti, but his appearance was Stew’joni. The other thing he noticed was how young his face looked. Jaster’s filter wouldn’t let him smell the smoke, but an analysis suggested it was tea leaves being smoked.

“Yes.” Jaster replied while Jango said no. “How much?”

Kenobi’s smile was wide and sharp, like he knew a joke that you had yet to be let in on. “To read his fortune.” Obi-Wan pointed to Jango, who swore in response.

“Fine.”

“Buir—“ Jango began, but Jaster cut him off.

“If you don’t believe in it, then it won’t matter what he says.”

Jango swore again, but didn’t further protest.

“What is my fortune?” Jaster asked.

“[insert Jaster and Jango’s future]”

—

“How can I avoid that!? Tell me! What must I do?”

Obi-wan stared intently at the faces of Jaster and Jango. They had removed their helmets a while ago. Obi-wan took a considering pull from his smoke. Exhaling the smoke upwards.

“Very well. I suppose I could end my vacation early.”

“What do you mean vacation? Speak plainly! Tell us how to change the future!”

Obi-wan simply stood up and resting the pipe in his mouth started dialing a frequency on Jaster’s comm.

“Hey! When did you—“ but whatever Jango was going to demand cut off as the comm connected.

“This is Jedi Master Dooku, who is this and how did you get this code?”

“Ah, Master Dooku! Delightful. I hoped it would be you!” Obi-wan enthused as he took the pipe from his mouth.

“Master Kenobi!” The stoic master exclaimed, “Please inform me where you are and we shall pick you up immediately.”

“Yes, yes. I’m on—“ Obi-wan paused and his brow furrowed as he tried to recall the planet’s name. “I can’t remember, but I’m with these darling Mandalorians. I’m sure they know.”

“Master Kenobi, have you been smoking again?”

“Just a bit. I met this wonderful Weequey, who made several offers, the most enticing were his spices. Did you know they have invented a spice variant that you can add to your smokes? It is quite relaxing.”

Dooku let out a long suffering sigh, and then requested, “Hand the comm over to the Mandalorians, Master Kenobi.”

Obi-wan complied.

“Greetings, Mandalorians. My name is Jedi Master Yan Dooku. The being you have with you is Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi, the prophet of the Jedi Order. We believe it is his destiny to issue the next series of prophecies for the times to come. If only he would remain in the temple to do so.”

“Come now, Yan, you know I don’t believe in destiny.”

“That joke was not funny the first time you said it, and it is not funny now, Obi-wan.”

Obi-wan grumbles and Dooku resumes explaining,

“As you can see, Kenobi likes to runaway—“

“That is hardly my fault this time. The temple assigned Jinn to watch me. I said I’d meet him in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, and he believed me.”

Dooku heaved a put-upon sigh, “Of course it was Qui-Gon. That fool of a man.”

“Come now, Yan, there’s no need for abuses. I’m safe, I’ve had my fun, however short it was. I’m even changing the future, again!” Kenobi mockingly cheered.

“Must you? The last time—“

“Yes, yes. This time I left it up to the aggrieved party. They asked and I, valiantly, chose to end my little escapade early. You should be receiving orders to assist the governor of Galidraan with his Mandalorian problem soon.” A chime on the other side of the comm rings, “Ah, there we go. You’ll find me here with Jaster, a man who has avoided his death two times now, and his son Cody. No wait, that’s not right. Rex? No, that’s not it. Give me a moment. Wolffe, Fives, Echo, Slick, Boil, Waxer, Appo, Gregor, Fox, Crosshair, Bly, Alpha-17—“ Obi-Wan dropped the comm and stumbled backwards clutching his head.

Dooku’s voice called out through the fallen comm unit in alarm. Jaster tries to approach and soothe the struggling Jedi. Jango, unsure of what to do, bends down to grab the communication device. Dooku speaks to the Mando,

“Are you Jaster’s son? I need you and your father to sedate Master Kenobi. This is part of the reason why he should never leave the Temple. His visions mess with his perception of reality, once he is triggered by something, he’ll lose his grip on what is real, what is memory, and what is a vision. He could harm himself or others when he gets like this. You must sedate him.” Dooku explained.

Jaster takes out two tranquilizer darts and slowly approaches Obi-Wan, aware of Jedi’s fast metabolism.

Kenobi was still listing nonsense when he backed into the wall and started hitting the back of his head against it, “Ace, Blitz, Dogma, Sarge, Rookie, Styles, Tech, Ponds, Jesse, Juh—“ whatever else Obi-Wan was going to say was cut off when he slumped into Jaster, who had administered the two tranq darts to the Jedi’s thigh.

Jango reported that they had Kenobi subdued and Dooku instructed them to take him to a medic while waiting for his arrival. Jaster lifted the sleeping Jedi into his arms and carried him back to their ship, calling out for the medic. The father and son explain the situation to their unit as the medic assesses Kenobi, running a tox screen.

“You’re kriffing with me,” Myles declared, “You can’t be serious.” The commander turned to look at Jango.

“After what I just saw,” Jango began, “I’d be a di’kut to deny it. I watched him beat his head into a wall trying to recall my name. Sure, he’s star-touched, but that level of crazy is something different.”

Just then, Obi-Wan woke up. His eyes fluttered open as he took in his surroundings, “Did you have to sedate me?” He grumbled.

“You were hurting yourself,” Jaster explained calmly.

“Hm, that’s fair then. Is the Count on his way?”

“The Count?” Jaster questioned.

“Oh, right. Hasn’t happened. Dooku. Is Dooku on his way?”

“Yes.”

“Why were you hurting yourself?” Myles asked.

“Just happens, darling. I get confused and if it’s not myself, then it’s others. Jango!” Obi-Wan suddenly called out, startling all Mandos present, “His name is Jango Fett. A simple man trying to make his way across the galaxy. We met on…Kamino. His son’s name is Boba. No, that’s not right. Is it?” Obi-Wan turned to Jango in askance.

“This is the first time we’ve met. Galidraan. I don’t have a son.”

“Right. I offered to change all that. I hope Cody will forgive me.” The Jedi’s eyes glazed over and when they cleared, they shined something different, “Cody! What’s going on here? Where are your brothers? Why am I in…a med room?”

Jaster and Jango exchanged looks before Jango tried again, “I’m Jango. You’re on Galidraan. We just met.”

Obi-Wan got agitated, “Cody, enough. What’s going on? Wait, is that Jaster Mereel!?” The Jedi’s head slammed back onto the bed as his face scrunched with pain, “Oh kriff, that was unpleasant. Has anyone seen my pipe? I’m feeling dreadfully sober.”

“You’re not getting your pipe back until you leave. Your tox screen came back positive with an unknown blend and dosage of spice.”

“Oh stang, a medic,” Obi-Wan cursed, “Yes, I’m aware that my ‘tox screen’ will show a positive. It might seem hard to believe, but I was the one smoking a delightful blend of spice and tea leaves. Does wonders for my…anxiety? Yes, my anxiety.”

Mij looked unimpressed and Kenobi sighed in defeat.

“This is what I get for trying to be helpful. Painful sobriety.” He dragged his hand down his face.

“We thank you for your sacrifice,” Jaster joked before growing serious, “Vor’entye.” A hefty statement from the Mand’alor.

“Hmm,” Obi-Wan hummed, “Well now, that’s unexpected.” The sickly man sat up a bit and looked intently at Jaster, “Very well then, Mando. Should you wish to repay this debt, then there’s only one thing I’d ask of you.”

“Ask.”

“As you can see, I occasionally like to…wander, let’s say. And as you just witnessed, this could be dangerous for me. However, I think protected transport and guards with Mandalorians might be enough to convince the Temple to let me off my leash. What would you say?”

Jaster laughed heartily, “I’d say you have yourself a deal, if your jetii Council agrees to it.”

“Oh they’ll agree to it. They know I’ll wander regardless of guards protecting me. This way they’ll have some form of supervision. I can be quite the negotiator when I want to be.” Obi-Wan winked.

[sith-obikin]

THIRD BATCH OF SITH WORKS ❤️‍🔥

Stay tuned for fic author reveals in the upcoming days!

📣 A small note from the mods:

We’ve been contacted by a few participants about issues with the deadlines. We don’t want anybody stressed with our fest, so we decided to still keep the window open for posting art and fics until (and including) the final date of the festival: May 1st!

We’re absolutely thrilled with the engagement and reach of this project, and if keeping the deadline open until the end can help, we’re happy to oblige ❤️‍🔥

• Art by @weillschmidtdoodles

Prompt:

Reverse Master Padawan AU

• Art by @kana7o

Prompt:

Same age raised as a sith AU

• Art by @obibabywan

Obi-Wan thinks banging Ani back to the light would work but instead he rides the man into the dark side instead. They end up falling together

• Art by @weillschmidtdoodles

Prompt:

Qui-Gon dies but Obi-Wan doesn't get to train Anakin, he is given to another Master. Years pass and without the help of taking care of his young charge Obi-Wan is not dealing well with his grief and emotions.

So when during a mission to investigate Kamino he is approached by his grandmaster Dooku, there isn't much holding him in the Jedi Order.

What Obi-Wan doesn't know is that young Anakin harboured a massive crush for him and now will do anything to bring his beloved Obi back to him.

DW: Anakin being obsessed over Obi-Wan, finding ways to seek him out and confront him, getting angry and jealous when Kenobi fights or flirts with other Jedi. Obi-Wan secretly trying to protect the boy from Sidious grand plan.

DNW: Infidelity. Obi-Wan or Anakin openly engaging in any sexual or romantic activity with someone else (past mentions of flings are fine).

• Art by @leighbirdart

sith!obi and padawan!anakin

• Art by @bi-wan

Trapped

• Art by @mandhos

• Video edit by @goldendaffodilskenobi

A very passionate and possessive Sith Anakin lures in his beloved Obi-Wan to the dark side

• scattered like stars across the universe by Anonymous

Whump with sith Obi-Wan + jedi anakin.

They haven't known each other for long but actually long enough for them both to develop feelings to each other despite their differences. The context on how they meet is up to you. It can be because of a mission the council assigned to Anakin, but yeah you decide.

One day Anakin gets seriously injured by one of Lord Kenobi's inquisitors. Obi-Wan goes feral and fully in protective boyfriend mode (The guilty inquisitor is immediately killed of course).

DW: The more angsty and whumpie the better!, Blood loss injury

DNW: major character's death (it can be temporary tho), smut

• taste of the divine by Anonymous

married sith obikin!

could be with either one as emperor and the other being their 'right hand' or the proposal/ceremony, or literally however you want it, just them being happily married and very evil :D

DW: since its an au so preferably suitless vader, smut not required but idm, also its okay if they border on a little unhealthy

DNW: non-con, scat, etc. and anidala

• Blade to Blade by Anonymous

Anakin was sent to take down the Sith lord Darth Placidus, but made another choice instead. But returning to his life as a Jedi afterwards won't be as simple as he thought.

[owkse]

Little Kyber

Chapter 4

‘Be careful young one, holding onto things might cause you to distraction’ warned Obi Wan gently brushing his pinkie against yours as you walked.

‘Yes Master’

‘Are you ok little kyber?’ asked Obi Wan, reaching his fingers out brushing against your hands with his fingertips, after you were both left back to back spinning in the tractor beam.

‘I’m fine Obi, what about you?’ You asked, taking comfort in the man’s action.

‘I’m ok, I just hope Anakin got our message’ huffed Obi Wan making you giggle.

‘You really have turned grumpy since taking on a Padawan’ you said teasingly.

‘Maybe we should focus on getting out of here….. and I’m not grumpy’ sniffed Obi Wan.

‘I sense all the star systems are still here… Dooku he’s making his way here, I can sense the Bounty Hunter and the child here too’ you said.

‘Traitor’ said Obi Wan as Dooku entered the room.

‘Oh no my friends, the Geonosians have gone to far, I will partition for your immediate release’ said Dooku.

‘Please do, we have work to do’ you commented, scowling at the man as you sensed the darkness coming off the man.

‘May I ask just what two Knights are doing this far in the Outer Rim?’ asked Dooku.

‘We are looking for a Bounty Hunter called Jango Fett, do you know him?’ asked Obi Wan.

‘No, there would be no Bounty Hunter here, the Geonosians don’t trust them’ said Dooku.

‘I assure you he is here’ said Obi Wan.

‘There’s an awful a lot of star systems you have congregating out there Dooku’ you commented.

‘Yes, they have been coming to me with concerns about the Senate… I could do with Qui Gon’s guidance now’ said Dooku, attempting to get a stir out of Obi Wan.

Feeling the fluttering in the force you stretched your fingers out, brushing the tips of your fingers against the skin of the man at your back. Satisfied when you felt the man’s signature calm down, you turned your attention to Dooku.

‘Qui Gon would never join you’ said Obi Wan.

‘He would if he knew what I did’ said Dooku, his words making you shiver.

‘And just what do you know?’ You asked.

‘What would you say if I told the Galactic Senate was under the control of a Dark Lord of the Sith?’ said Dooku.

‘Impossible, the council would be aware of it’ said Obi Wan.

‘Their judgement has been shrouded by the darkness, but I assure you it is true’ said Dooku.

You couldn’t stop the action, reaching out in the force you gasped out a breath, the truth surrounding the words of the once Jedi Master before you, shocked you to your core. Hearing your gasp Obi Wan went to reach out to you, only to find you shut down your mental shields blocking him.

‘Help me, both of you, help me to destroy the Sith once and for all’ whispered Dooku his eyes trained on you.

‘Never’ you whispered.

‘It will be very hard for me to secure your release’ said Dooku matching your soft tone, before he turned and left.

‘Y/N…. Y/N’ came Obi Wan’s voice, shaking you from your thoughts.

‘What?’ You asked, almost bewildered.

‘Are you ok?’

‘Oh yeah fine’ you said keeping your shields up.

‘Y/N…?’

‘I’m fine, let’s just focus on trying not to get killed’ you said.

[kcrabb88]

Three sentence fic prompt: Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, set during the Clone Wars, bonding over traumatic experiences. Maybe they’ve been captured by Dooku and are awaiting rescue so they’re just passing the time swapping stories? Or it’s post-mission, Obi-Wan’s been injured, is on some nice space drugs for the pain, but needs a minder to keep from wandering off because with the drugs he forgets how badly off his body is, so of course his grandpadawan is the perfect candidate, and he tells her way too much about his time as a Padawan.

Okay, hope this is enough inspiration for a ficlet (or two 😊)!

(Oh my gosh LOVE THIS! I'm going to do the second one now, but I might come back around to the first one. This got long OOPS).

Obi-Wan Kenobi is many things. Wise--a sage of the Order at not even forty. A brilliant diplomat. A renowned lightsaber duelist. Fond of dry humor. 

One thing he also is, Ahsoka has learned, is stubborn, especially when he's hurt. I'm fine, he insists, when he is most decidedly not fine. When she first became Anakin's Padawan (and half Obi-Wan's Padawan) she thought the youngest member of the Jedi Council, calm and collected as he was, would be a good patient.

As it turns out, he's the opposite.

So here she sits, in the medbay of a docked Republic star-cruiser, tapping her foot on the metal bar of the chair next to Obi-Wan's bed. She is his minder for the next two hours while Anakin cleans up after their mission trying to chase Dooku down and reports in to the council--without Obi-Wan, which should be ... interesting.

Dooku, cheat that he is, sent dozens of Magna Guards after them while leading them through a rock-filled canyon, and Obi-Wan, getting in the way as Dooku hurled a rather large rock--boulder?--took said rock straight to the ribcage. Several were broken, and it took a while to clean up the blood. The Bacta patches are taking care of the worst of it--the bones will take time to heal--and Kix hooked Obi-Wan up to a fair amount of powerful pain killers, which are now flooding through the IV.

Ahsoka looks over when she senses her grandmaster waking up.

"Ahsoka?" Obi-Wan asks, his voice thick.

Ahsoka tries not to laugh.

"Hey, Master Obi-Wan," she says, smoothing his blankets with one hand. "I'm your minder for a bit. Anakin's orders."

Obi-Wan frowns. "Anakin can't give me orders. I'm a high general."

"He can give me orders," Ahsoka replies. "And Kix gave you orders to stay here. So did Cody. Which they can do when you're injured."

Obi-Wan considers this. "I don't think that's how it works. Where is Anakin?” 

“Cleaning up and talking to the council.” 

“Without me?” 

“I’m afraid so.” 

“May the Force be with me at the next meeting, then,” Obi-Wan mumbles. “Anakin can do anything, you know? I trust him. But sometimes when he talks to the council he forgets to leave out how many rules he broke along the way. It takes ... finesse.”

His comm buzzes on the table going off once and then again. "Who is--" he scrambles for the comm, and, lacking his usual coordination, knocks it off the table.

"I got it." Ahsoka gets up, hiding her amusement with her back turned. She checks to see who commed. "It was Master Vos. I dunno if you should be comming anyone right now, though."

Obi-Wan flops back against his pillows. "He probably wants to know if I'm at the temple." He sighs. "I wish I was at the temple. Nobody like Quinlan to make me forget I have broken ribs.” 

Interesting.

"You've known him since you were Padawans, right?"

"Mhmm. He's so ... frustrating, but I ... he's a dear friend. Stupid man with his ... stupid grin."

Despite the slurred words and the light insults, Ahsoka hears deep affection in her grandmaster's voice.

Very interesting.

She scoots her chair closer. "Tell me a story from when you two were young. I don't know enough of those."

"Well," Obi-Wan supplies, far more easily than normal, "once, Quinlan's master gave him to Qui-Gon for a while for ... some reason I can't remember. And we were supposed to be meditating, but Quinlan was flirting with me and it was distracting."

Ahsoka covers her laugh with her hand. "Oh? You weren't flirting?"

"No, I was, but he was doing it ... more. Anyway, he did one headstand too many and fell into the river. I dove in after him without really thinking how to get him out."

"That doesn't sound like you, Master."

Obi-Wan shrugs. "Like I said, he was ... distracting. I wasn't ... I was silly. Qui-Gon had to come and help us get out. He was always asking me about Quinlan after that, like I was going to tell him anything. I loved Qui-Gon but you don't ... I wasn't going to talk to him about that."

"No." Ahsoka shakes her head, making assumptions about what that could be. "No of course not."

"Ahsoka?" Obi-Wan asks.

"Yes, Master Obi-Wan?"

"You did a good job today. I don't recall much of what happened just now, but you did."

Brushing back some of Obi-Wan's hair to help manage her feelings, Ahsoka smiles again, choked up.

"Thank you, Master."

Obi-Wan takes her hand and falls back asleep, and when Anakin comes in three-quarters of an hour later, he's still asleep.

"Did he wake up at all?" Anakin asks, immediately adjusting Obi-Wan’s blankets. 

“For a few minutes,” Ahsoka says. 

“Did he say weird stuff? He always does when he’s on pain medication and he’s actually awake.” 

“Yep.” 

“Will you tell me what it was?” 

“What he told me is a secret between a Padawan and her Grandmaster. You’ll just have to make sure you mind him next time if you want in on that.” 

[kyberled]

SAD HEADCANONS

@commandsir​ asked:

1, 13 & 17 for sadness 🙃 

1. who does your muse hate?

This is a hard one. He doesn’t like hating people. He wants to see the best in everyone. He wants to believe anyone has the capacity to heal and change. Anyone can turn back when they’re on the wrong path, and all that. But some people just push things too far. The first is, obviously, Palpatine, post purge. Braig despises him. Palpatine is one of the few who Braig thinks cannot change, and cannot see reason. It’s on sight. He also… Okay, here’s the thing. For the majority of the war, I don’t know if he really hates Dooku, as much as Dooku just makes him sad. That man was part of his lineage. The Jedi are a family, yes, but Dooku especially is part of his direct heritage. Seeing a Jedi Master fall so far… It’s humbling, but not in a good way. It’s not until farther into the war that he thinks he might hate Dooku. He decides he does. He hates Grievous, he hates Grau, the warlords who just want to spread violence. He has personal beef with both of them. He only kills one. He also - surprising nobody - isn’t a fan of Imperials, though he feels pity rather than hatred for the Inquisitors. They must have suffered greatly to be the way they are now. 

13. how does your muse outwardly express their anger? 

He tries to keep a handle on it. He’s a Jedi, it’s their  job. It’s their culture, and, let’s be real, it’s part of their survival. The Force eats people who don’t control their emotions. It’s not fun. That being said, Jedi still have emotions, and are encouraged to have a relatively healthy relationship with them. So there are a few things you can look for, when Braig is mad. The first is that his shoulders get tense. Not all of him, just his shoulders and maybe his fists. In most situations, even when he’s mad, the rest of his body stays loose. This is actually a defence mechanism. When your muscles are tense, you can’t move quickly. Staying loose means staying mobile. He also keeps his eyes on whatever set him off. Yes, the Force keeps him aware, but he likes the visual confirmation, too.  This can be a bit childish of him, but he also likes them to know he's watching. Just because. He also gets a certain expression on his face. It can range from subtle to obvious, but you'll know it when you see it. There’s a set to his jaw, usually the result of him gritting one or both sides of his teeth, and there’ll be a slight furrow in his brow. And usually, when he's pushed to the breaking point, he'll close his eyes, inhale, exhale. He'll try to steady himself. Sometimes, it works. Sometimes it doesn't. When it doesn't, he can get pretty scathing. He's a space psychic who's good with people and he's not afraid to use that to his advantage. He won't get violent unless they do, don't get it twisted, and he knows enough to not cause lasting physical harm unless he's given a VERY GOOD REASON, but he can be petty and catty and will read you for filth. 

17. who does your muse wish they had said goodbye to, but didn’t?

His master. That’s the easy first one. He never really said a proper goodbye to Obi-Wan. He didn't think he needed to. He didn't know what was going to happen. Yes, he understood it was a war, and that anything could happen, but– It was Grievous. They'd fought him countless times. Nine out of nine and a half times, they won. Obi-Wan had Cody and the men with him, too. He should have been fine. They should have gotten more time together. 

The next one is his Gathering Group. They've been his best friends since he was very young. In the case of Hano, they've been friends since they were three. And by best friends, I mean they've been inseparable for their entire childhood. If you knew where one of them was, you could find the others, because they either weren't far, or they just knew everyone's usual schedule by then. He loved them like siblings. Like extensions of his own body. So losing them was like an amputation without anesthesia. Sudden, painful, messy, and debilitating. The only one he feels like he said anything close to a goodbye to was Naweh. She was tired, and went to bed early instead of joining the rest of them for sparring. The last thing Braig ever said to her was “Alright. Sleep well, and come be with us again when you wake up. I'll see you then." He wishes he could have said something more - not just to her, but to all of them. 

He also - once he understands Order 66 for what it was - wishes he could have said goodbye to the men. He didn’t know them as long as his master or his group, but they were still his friends. They still fought together, struggled together, mourned their dead together, ate and laughed together, kept watch while each other slept. 

Then we move on to the rest of the Jedi not so far mentioned, especially those he was close to - A’Sharad, Bultar, Shaak, Mace, Quinlan, and so on and so forth. 

In fact, if you think about it, he didn’t really get to say goodbye to anyone. Sad.

( @gwiazdowe​  also asked for 17, so tagging you too!)

[mathmusic8]

Tales of the Jedi Reaction

Y'all, it was SO

GOOD

<3 <3 <3

Spoilers under the cut

Episode 1

Pav-ti (Ahsoka's mom) is beautiful 

And she has a gun :D

Also her dad is a lovable dork <3

I appreciate how they have 1-year-old Ahsoka acting appropriately for her age

This is quite the ritual for one so young. But I appreciate it, in a way. 

Ohhhh no big bad monster

Hghhhhhhhhhhh very big bad monster!!

Is this gonna be a Grogu-with-the-mud-horn moment?

Nope, guess not--opE, THIS BRINGS ME DISTRESS NOT GOOD

I mean we know how this ends but STILL

THAT SCREENSHOT THO with baby soka patting the tiger's nose <3 <3 <3

(How on earth did she get on top of that thing?? XD)

Gosh dangit y'all I need to sleep but I now don't WANT TO

Episode 2

Young Dooku!! Is that young Qui-Gon? Can't really tell. I don't see a padawan braid

That's the most actual dog-looking dog I've ever seen in star wars

Dooku's so dramatic with that cape XD

Y'all are leaving your backs wide open

Ohhhhkaaay this is sinister

Mmmmmm this does not look like it's going to end well

His lightsaber was blue <3

Why? Just... why, senator dude?

OH SNAP THERE'S THE DARKNESS

GOOD JOB KIDs FOR DEESCALATING 

BUT YIKES

Heeheeheehee it is Qui-Gon <3

Good golly gracious I'm gonna cry Qui-Gon was so sweet

(Noooooo why is this show SO GOOD I WAS GONNA SLEEP BUT I GUESS NOT)

Episode 3

I can see why Dooku is getting very fed up with the system. I would be, too.

What are those GLOVES? Like, are they just for show or are these people only near-human? (I lowkey want a pair)

Hmmm the senator's nervous. He'll do ANYTHING for his people, huh?

Disaster lineage rebellion didn't start with Qui-Gon XD

Thhaaaat's a lightsaber mark in that tree

Ope, LOTS of lightsaber marks

Well this went downhill very quickly

This guy's got mismatched eyes. Neat

Semage. Is that a name I should know?

(As interesting and genuinely fascinating as Dooku's backstory is, I hope we don't spend a whole of time on his fall. It's depressing.)

Episode 4

At least one more Dooku episode. Alrighty, that's fine. I just kinda hope this is the last one.

Ooooooooh I like this inner view of the archives :D

There goes Kamino :'D

Ohhhhhhhhh this is DURING Episode I

"an active imagination", honey--Master Nu--that is NOT the right response to a report of Sith appearing--

YADDLE!!

SPEAKS NORMALLY???

WHAT????

Was NOT expecting that

So Yoda's just weird I guess

Dropping hints, are we, Dooku?

"I will not be there to protect you, my old Padawan" "You need not worry, Master. Obi-Wan fills that role now."

SHRIIIIIEEEEEK

"He acquits himself quite well."

*shrieking continues"

Dooku still hasn't met Obi-Wan?? Even though he and Qui-Gon apparently still get along? 

Is that the last time they saw each other? D':

Here we go. I sense a climax coming. Yaddle's not having it.

Ohhhhh they just got the news about Qui-Gon's death. Oww.

Yeah, I bet this is Dooku's last episode

Yaddle doing some sneaky sneak sneaking

(Ahsoka canonically never knew Yaddle. This is going to be bad)

Ah, so Dooku's already been in contact with Sidious.

"You lost an apprentice and so did I. All in service of our greater goals."

Hrk--

That was a gut punch if I ever felt one

This REALLY hurts, watching Dooku voice all his regrets for his lost honor, as if he's having second thoughts, but we as the audience already know he's only going to fall further

Yaddle... you... okay, mad respect for giving your full and honest best effort to help this man. But this is an absolute tragedy.

Yaddle, I wish you'd've run. I get that you're still trying to save him, but---

HOLY--

Ohhhh that was unpleasant death

OPE JUST KIDDING

But this still can't end well

....I don't know which moment was worse.

Episode 5

Okay, there's only 6 of these, so better enjoy these last two

(Will there be any more? I don't think so...)

Anakin! During clone wars--baby face! LOOK AT THAT BABY FACE ANAKIN

OBI-WAN MULLET

AHSOKA almost HAS SLEEVES!

CALEBBBBBBBBB 

AIIIIEEEEEEEEE THat WaS sO CuTE

Oh myGOSH HE CANONICALLY KNOWS AHSOKA DURING THE WAR

Seriously, like, not very many people were in there. That super implies they're close friends

Of course Anakin thinks the training remotes are sub-par XD

Troopers! My boys! 

REXXXX <3 <3

"Don't worry Rex, she'll wake up"

Awwwww

IT WAS JESSE!!!

*he waves* "Sorry Commander!"

SQUEAAAAAL

THAT WAS SO CUTE JESSE XD

also, super helpful to know stun blasts work for a whole hour. And that you can "get used to it". And that she's dizzy afterwards

Jeeze Anakin how long were you doing this?

So yeah, she does start waking up faster

THIS HURTS MY HEART

THIS IS WHY SHE SURVIVED

IT HURTS

awww she's still training later in the war

OWWW SHE USES THAT EXACT MOVE IN THE--YES, IN THIS EPISODE EXACTLY WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME LIKE THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Episode 6

gaaaaaasp is this how Ahsoka gets her white lightsabers?? So excited

Gah the funeral tho (cries)

Bail absolutely saw her

Ah, there he is

Ahsoka's face--she's just... so broken right now

These poor troopers are like "we picked up a weeeirdo"

Ahsoka got the message, tho :D

REX IS STILL WITH HER

GAH SO MANY LITTLE DETAILS FOR THE FANFICS

Yeeee! Cut Lawquane and the Fam!

Orrrr just farmers, okay thay's fine

Aaaaand there goes Ahsoka's cover

ASHLA IS CANONICALLY HER UNDER COVER NAME!! Yeee!

Yeeeeaaah, kid, you better skip town. Like. Pronto.

Ah, but that's what attracted the Inquisitor. Got it.

Oh.

Oh dear.

That is NOT how I expected this to go

Ohhh mmmaaan this is tense

Awww I'm almost sad that we didn't get to see this super cool/dangerous Inquisitor in Rebels. But nah, it just makes this little mini-episode epic

Eeeeheeehehe, there's where Organa's comm came in handy :D

It's implied that a significant chunk of time passed. And Rex wasn't with her.

HMMM

But that was the last episode

Maybe we'll learn more in the Bad Batch

I'm going to bed soooooo late y'all

But was it worth it?

YES

ALL OF THEM WERE SO GOOD

[shatouto]

if they were all padawans & initiates

[nevertheless-moving]

Invisible Hand Chaos AU x 2

Star Wars Time Travel AU #31

Continuation from HERE

Anakin whirled to face his Master, “Did you know Yoda had a baby?” he asked incredulous and slightly betrayed.

“What? No. Also he could just be another of Yoda’s species. Obviously.” Internally Obi-Wan thought about the still unnamed larva in a hidden aquatic creche, but the Mandalorian’s associate even called him Baby Yoda...

“Unbelievable,” Dooku muttered. “That little green hypocrite.”

“Did you know about this?” Anakin asked the Sith Lord, temporarily forgetting about the fight in favor of the revelation that Yoda might also have a secret family.

“Of course not, the troll never tells anyone anything,” Dooku ranted, deliberately setting aside the fight in favor of unloading decades of suppressed irritation with his former Master.

“I feel we might be jumping to conclusions here-” Obi-Wan offered weakly. 

Anakin scoffed. “He literally just called him Baby Yoda,”

“Loathe as I am to admit it, your apprentice is correct. It would seem the Grandmaster of the order has been keeping some secrets.”

“This is absurd!” Obi-Wan protested as the small child on the balcony above tilted his head curiously, watching the conversation below with interest from the safety of his Buir’s arms. 

“I agree.” Anakin said self-righteously. “If Yoda can have a baby then- then everyone in the order should be allowed a family.”

“Anakin...”

“Anakin, as interesting is this all is, I’m still in somewhat of a bind over here,” the Chancellor called across the hall, irritated and somewhat alarmed by the sudden outbreak of peace in the room.

“We’ll be right with you Chancellor, don’t worry!” Obi-Wan called back. 

“We just need a minute to figure some Jedi business out!” Anakin added. 

“You there- Mandalorian” Dooku called up sharply. 

“...Yeah?” the Besker-clad warrior answered uncertainly.

“What is the parentage of the child in your arms? How did you come to possess him?” The count's question cut through everything else in the room, and the two Jedi held their breath as they waited for the answer.

The Mandalorian pulled Grogu in closer, “He is a foundling. I know his name as my child.”

“Mandalorians,” Obi-Wan and Dooku muttered, Obi-Wan fondly, Dooku with exasperation.

“What?” Anakin asked bewildered.

“The Mandalorian adopted him- hold on a second, I’m going to try something.” Obi-Wan said.

“Mando! Forgive me- Have you already attempted to return your foundling to his people and been denied? If not, we can show you where to find an elder of his kind.”

The Mandalorian stiffened. “I already found one of his people. It took a great deal of time; neither of us knew there were any others left in the galaxy. By the time I met Luke...the child was mine and we would not be parted long. The three of us began traveling together. He acted as mentor to Grogu, though he is too young to be considered the boy’s senior. In time...we decided it would be simpler to raise him as a warrior together. We are one.”

“Oh. How wonderful.” Obi-Wan said weakly. 

Anakin’s brow furrowed furiously and he lowered his voice “Master did I get that right? This guy is really good friend’s with one of Yoda’s people but the friend is not the Child’s biological father and they don’t know anyone else from the species?”

“He actually said he was married to one of one of Yoda’s people but other than that your conclusions are correct. Very good Padawan.” Obi-Wan nodded, attempting to wrap his head around the various implications.

Dooku made a triumphant hum, “Then, by simple inductive reasoning, and in the absence of an alternative candidate, we can assume that the Child is, in-fact, Yoda’s offspring.”

“Exactly!” Anakin agreed with Dooku excitedly. 

“Interesting that he would give the spawn to a Mandalorian, rather than the creche. Embarrassment, perhaps.” the Count mused. 

“Unbelievable.” Anakin agreed indignantly. 

“Ok, now hold on. Foundling is pretty literal most of the time-” Obi-Wan interrupted. “Mando- was the child entrusted to you or did was there a rescuing involved?”

“...I was assigned to find him as part of a bounty, but found the imps who I was supposed to give him to...unpleasant.”

“Imps?” Anakin asked. 

“There you go!” Obi-Wan said, with just a tinge of hysteria. “Yoda didn’t abandon the child- not that it necessarily is Yoda’s child- he was kidnapped.”

Anakin gasped, “Master! We have to save him!”

“Hold on now, Anakin- He seems perfectly safe at this point and we were here for the Chancellor remember?”

“You won’t be leaving here with the Chancellor or the child.” Dooku sneered. “I can sense the force potential- and I am in want of a new apprentice.”

“Over my dead body,” Anakin snarled.

“That can be arranged.”

“Hey Luke-” the Mandalorian said into the comm as the three swordsman began circling one another “-it looks like two of the Jedi are attacking the other- do you want me to get involved?”

“...Din, by any chance, are any of the laser swords red?”

“Yeah, the fanciest dressed one has a red lightsaber, the other guys are blue. Does it matter?”

“...Red lightsaber means not Jedi. I- hold on, I think I see you!”

The three combatants jumped apart again, looking up at the slight comm echo to the sound of footsteps and the absolutely blinding force presence of the approaching Jedi. 

Had he never learned shielding? Obi-Wan thought hysterically. “Or was he just so powerful that he never bothered restraining himself?”

He tried to exchange a glance with Anakin, but his padawan was too focused on straining to see the incoming Master force user of some kind- light, but not necessarily Jedi. He instead looked over at Dooku, shrugging in confusion. Dooku grimaced back at him in solidarity.

The being finally entered. He was- significantly taller and less green than Obi-Wan was expecting, but still probably shorter than anyone else in the room.

“Din- are you two alright?” The soft-faced man asked in a remarkably gently voice, appearance somewhat at odds with the overbearing power he exuded.

“We’re fine, Luke but look! More Jedi!” He gestured below. 

Luke peered over the balcony, eyes growing wide as they passed over the faces of everyone below. “hoLY KRIFF!” He shouted.

The ship shuddered and Obi-Wan glanced nervously out the view ports, suddenly remembered that the damaged ship only had so long before it fell out of orbit.

“Do you know them?” Din asked. 

“Do I- for fuck’s sake Din, I love you but I have literally shown you holopics of my father before.” Luke whispered furiously. The room unfortunately was utterly quiet and remarkably acoustic, meaning his words carried easily to the listeners below.

“FATHER!” Anakin yelled, causing Luke to wince, slapping a gloved hand to his face.

“FATHER!” He repeated loudly, head ping-ponging between Obi-Wan and Dooku as if trying to find a resemblance, before gasping to stare at the Chancellor, before gasping again to squint at Obi-Wan. 

“DOES EVERYONE HAVE A SECRET FAMILY!” He shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“Oh for force sake- I do not have a secret son. Honestly, Anakin, he’s clearly in his 20s, be reasonable. His birth would however fit into the timeline of Dooku’s withdraw from the order.” Obi-Wan said, raising a brow.

Dooku puffed out his chest, “I did not fail to meet the Code, like so many of the pathetic masses. Before I left the Order I followed the rules precisely. When my disagreements grew too great, and my attempt for structured reform were repeatedly rejected, I left for ethical reasons, not personal ones. I looked at the code and decided it was failing the Jedi.”

He smirked and lifted his chin at the chancellor, who was watching the proceedings with an inscrutable expression, “My, my Chancellor, this is an interesting surprise.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “We’re not idiots, Dooku. Obviously the boy’s parents were force sensitive, look at him.” 

Dooku’s smirk grew wider.

“This is absurd! Again!” Obi-Wan threw up his arms and lifted his head to address the dark-robed young human, “Hello there, Luke, was it?” 

“Uh, yes. I’m Luke.” The powerhouse responded nervously. 

“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi-”

“Yes, I know who you are.” Luke responded drily.

Anakin gasped. 

“He is not my son.” Obi-Wan muttered.

“I’m not Obi-Wan’s son.” Luke called down cheerfully.

“Oh.” Anakin slouched, oddly disappointed. He liked this guy for some reason, felt- connected to him. Maybe it was the dark robes, or the force signature that nearly rivaled his own (though it was somewhat lighter), or even the gloved hand that he suspected was mechanical. If he was Obi-Wan’s son than that would make him practically his brother! The Chancellor might be neat but Dooku...ugh.

“Would you be so kind as to tell us whose son you are? I realize its none of my business but you’ve peaked our curiosity. And then afterwards, regardless of your parentage, we would not mind help in rescuing the Chancellor of the Republic from this slowly crashing ship.”

“Right. Right.” Luke nodded. “Would you give me a second?”

He pressed his head to the side of Din’s helmet and started whispering rapidly, to quiet for anyone else to hear. 

The group below exchanged glances, beginning to tense up again. After a few seconds, the Mandalorian nodded and spoke, “Let’s do it. I trust your judgement.” Luke grinned and returned to the edge of the balcony. 

“Ok, I can help with the first, but not the second.”

“Perfectly understandable.” Obi-Wan replied.

Anakin bristled. “So Dooku is your father.”

Luke smiled at Anakin. “No. You are my father.”

Anakin blinked as Obi-Wan’s face twisted in confusion. “No...” he said slowly. “No, that’s not true. That’s impossible.”

Luke’s smile grew wider, “Search your feelings,” he said urgently, with the full weight of his force presence screaming honesty with every word, “You know it to be true.”

Anakin gasped as he reached out into the force to find...his son. Impossible, but true. The ground trembled, either with the immensity of the realization, or catastrophic engine failure.

“No.” Obi-Wan said clearly to Luke on the balcony.

“No.” He repeated firmly, snapping a finger in Anakin’s face to try and break him out of the trance he seemed to be in. “It’s not true.” He said to the room in general, incredulous it even needed to be said.

Dooku began slowly backing away. The confrontation was rapidly spinning out of his or his Master’s control; he had only stayed this long to indulge vain curiosity. Regardless if the boy was insane, lying, or a time-traveler, he was clearly powerful. The ship’s orbit was gradually decaying and with any luck he could use his dead man’s switch to speed up the crash as he departed, neatly killing everyone who could stand against him in one stroke.

“Anakin,” the lunatic on the balcony continued, “You can destroy the emperor. He has forseen this. It is your destiny! Join me, and together-”

Din cleared his throat.

Luke stopped and smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry! Sorry. Got a little...carried away there.” He coughed awkwardly into his fist.

“Anyway- yeah. I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m from the future, I guess we... time-traveled accidentally somehow? I uh- was kind-of quoting something you said to me once and you kept going along with it and... yeah, definitely got carried away. Sorry, I really don’t know how we got here but, weird stuff happens around me- one time I was on Yavin IV and these ghosts started- anyway. Long story. Surprise!”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ok...I might believe you’re Anakin’s son.”

Dooku had nearly reached a side door when his treacherous Master called out- “Anakin! Master Kenobi! Dooku- he’s getting away.”

Skywalker’s- Anakin Skywalker’s- attention snapped over to the Count and with a outstretched arm, he crumpled the steel door, throwing a beam across it for good measure. The ship moaned alarmingly and several more red lights began blinking at the navigation panel, unnoticed by anyone.

“Luke- son- I don’t know what Emperor you’re talking about, but help us defeat Count Dooku and save Chancellor Palpatine! After that- after that I’m happy to, um, join you? And meet your... husband? And padawan? Sorry, we were kind-of in the middle of something...” 

“Wow. Ok. I’m not sure if-” Luke started to respond before being interrupted by the Mandalorian.

“Wait, Dooku! I know that name!” Din said suddenly. “The covert hated him! He was the evil Sif Emperor you defeated, right?”

“...Sith Emperor. Din, darling and light of my life, as always, your grasp of history and recent current events never fails to amaze me.” Luke sighed.

“You must stop him, before he becomes Emperor,” Palpatine shouted desperately. 

Luke sighed again, more heavily. “Fine. FINE! Kriff the timeline, I didn’t ask to be born anyway. Din- go help capture...Emperor Dooku. Grogu- Pod. I’ll go- free the Chancellor.” The floor beneath them gave a lurch. “Before this ship breaks apart. Go!” 

Luke and Din jumped off the balcony as a shiny metal pod with a transparisteel view screen closed around Grogu, hovering between them, well off easy reach of the ground.

Din landed between Obi-Wan and Anakin, helmet turning to face each of them in turn, “...I’ll follow your lead.” He finally said, arming his weapons.

Obi-Wan grinned fiercely, “Excellent, Anakin, stay with me.”

“I was just about to say the same thing.”

“Mando, you- Is that the DARKSABER- ARE Yoouu- ugh you know what, I will ask after the fight. I will ask after the fight. How did the Mand'alor- NEVERMIND. Let’s just- FORCE I have so many questions-” 

“No time, Master!”

And the battle began. 

[deewithani]

Raindrops in the Wind - Chapter 1

Chapter Rating: G

Work Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word count: Approx. 2k

Warnings: None. Jango being sneaky?

A/N: Not Canon or Legends friendly. AU from the very beginning. Bits and pieces from here and there, molded to fit my grand vision, muahahaha *coughs*. Anyway... Chapters will list their individual ratings, work is rated Explicit (18+) for eventual explicit content.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

'What have I done?'

The words rang hollow in his ear as he fought with the Jedi that had shown up at his door. He hated the man, truly. He hated that he showed up on Kamino. He hated that he started to ask questions. He hated that he was a Jedi.

He hated Jedi.

It was not supposed to be like this. He was supposed to provide his DNA to the long-necks whenever they needed it and help train their creation. In return he got an unaltered clone. A son. A safe place to raise him. Enough credits to live very comfortably for the rest of his days. And the knowledge that an army was being raised that would destroy the Jedi.

'I should have left well enough alone. I shouldn't have taken that bounty.'

----------------

It was a good deal, he thought to himself, the offer that this 'Lord Tyranus' placed before him. He would be stupid to pass it up, and Jango Fett was anything but stupid. It would give him what he always wanted, a son, to carry on his lineage, and a hefty purse full of credits, no questions asked. No, he was not stupid. He knew very well who this 'Lord Tyranus' was that stood before him. It was the very same Jedi that helped bring the defeat of the True Mandalorians, Count Dooku. All Jango truly wanted from the exchange was an unaltered clone that he could raise as a son, and Tyranus quickly agreed.

At the time, Jango didn't know that he and Dooku shared the same end game, the destruction of the Jedi order. All Jango knew was that Dooku was no longer friendly with the order, having abandoned them, publicly declaring their corruption before the galaxy. He figured he could sus out the real reason behind Dooku's job easily enought once he was on Kamino and around others he could manipulate into revealing the truth.

In all honesty, it wasn't very hard at all to figure out much of what was going on. The Kaminoans were ecstatic about the new contract they had scored to provide the Galactic Republic with millions of perfect soldiers. They poked and proded at Jango daily for his DNA and openly discussed his own physical shortcomings like they were no matter at all, as if they were simply ink marks on a piece of flimsi, mistakes that could be erased and fixed with no bearing on the final product. They were open with this being a request from the Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas, which made no sense to Jango, as he had been hired by 'Tyranus', who most certaily wasn't Syfo-Dyas – whoever they were. He thought maybe this Jedi was also fed up with the Order, and was looking to make a strike back, but solid information on this Jedi was slim..

In any case, very little of the entire job was making sense to Jango. Why was a former Jedi Master, whether it was Dooku or Sifo-Dyas didn't matter at this point, paying for the creation of a clone army for the very Order and Republic that they abhored?

Jango continued on, day after day, providing DNA to the Kaminoans, gathering trusted allies to begin the training of the clones that were still growing in their tubes, and listening and obtaining information from any corner of Tipoca City he could. He set the Cuy'val Dar to the tasks of creating a sound, well-rounded training regiment, and on an information gathering mission, telling them to “Listen to everything anyone says. Every single word. Kaminoans, humans, anyone else. I don't care if they're talking about the next shipment of Jogan fruit. I want to know every word. Bring it to me.”

Jango spent hours every day, pouring over intelligence reports, but most of what was gathered was mundane. Lama Su had tea alone this afternoon, did you hear that we're supposed to have a break in the rain next week, the butcher is overcharging for nerf again. The every day gossip and gripes of a bored populace stuck on a perpetually wet and miserable planet. But Jango was nothing if not patient. The cloners told him that he should expect to be working with them for decades, so he decided to settle in and be patient. What he wanted to know would come to him. He would hear it directly from one of the longnecks themselves, or one of the Cuy'val Dar would hear it in passing and report it to him. He would know the true reason he was there. He would know the reason for the creation of the clones.

An unreal amount of credits has been pumped into this project, more than he thought was necessary, to be honest. Jango's bank account is overflowing with credits, and he hadn't had to touch a single one. He'd been provided with his own apartment, furnished with everything he requested. His Cuy'val Dar were paid directly by the client, the same as he was, and were paid a hefty premium too. Whispered word through the cloners was that this project was revitalizing their entire industry, allowing them the financial means to work on the perfection of not just his genetic material, but the genetics of hundreds of other species, not all of them sentient. Factories were starting up for the creation of armor and weaponry, the potable food industry was pushing out rations as quickly as they could be rolled down the assembly line, and tech companies were building holopads and coms as fast as they could get the chips and circuitry to do so. And it was all possible by the injection of credits from 'Lord Tyranus'.

He knew, also, that the Kaminoans were planning on “double-dipping” the Republic when the time came, and was nearly certain all the other industries that had already been paid hefty retainer fees would do the same. There was no shame in getting your due, but it was more of the pervasive corruption that Dooku saw that was eating away at the Galactic Republic, everyone had their hands out, pressing for more and more credits from any party they could. He heard the longnecks complaining that the Armorers had already been paid to purchase enough plastoid to manufacture 250,000 full sets of armor and had already received at least half of their full payment for the total manufacturing cost itself, but they had already began sending invoices to Kamino for the purchase of the armor at standard price, as if they were coming out of their own pocket on the project. Whether or not any of it was true was anyone's guess, but the single bit of information he heard from all corners was that the Kaminoans were not going to lose a single credit from this project, no matter who they had to charge for services. He could hardly blame them, their only true industry was cloning, and a project of this magnitude was going to take nearly their entire industry to support it. If anything went wrong, if anyone double charged them and they covered it with just a promise of later pay that never came through it could ruin their entire economy. So the decision was made to pass on the cost of everything to the Republic, in full for each batch ordered, because even with a hefty bankroll the bank could run dry very quickly. If everything went according to plan their cash flow would be enormous, but they were experts in searching out and fixing “problems” and they were not so naive to believe everything would go according to plan.

And so it went. Years passed, clones were trained, bounties were picked up, and Jango's unaltered clone, his son, began to grow into a fine young man - smart, capable, and hopefully well prepared for anything life would throw at him. Jango knew the galaxy was a rough place, and he was determined to make sure Boba had the tools he needed to survive – and survive easily. During his free time he trained him, harder than he trained the clones who would go off to war, running through close combat scenarios, teaching infiltration and stealth tactics, weapons proficiency, common language tutoring, sharpshooting, general maintenance on anything from blasters to air cooling units. Anything that he believed would give Boba a leg up on the competition – and anything to help him stay alive. He would take Boba with him on hunts too, giving him hands-on experience that he just wouldn't get sparring and running through drills.

The most important lesson Jango would gift to Boba was to trust no one but himself and his family, and to always keep his ears and eyes open for anything “strange”. Strange, of course, could have multiple meanings, but Jango trusted that Boba understood the complexities of all the things “strange” could include. Knowledge and information are as good as credits in hand, and in many cases could be much more valuable than beskar itself, buying the owner of said information freedom and power, if it was valuable enough, of course. And on one rather normal day, as normal as it goes on Kamino, anyway, Boba brought Jango some very valuable information.

While Jango tolerated the Kaminoans, as it was unfortunately necessary, Boba didn't really mind them one way or the other, having grown up around them for the entirety of his young life. So when it came time for Boba's yearly checkup during his 9th year, he didn't think twice to let the boy go on his own. The Kaminoans had always accepted his request for non-Kaminoan involvement in his son's healthcare, so they always ensured he was seen by a medical droid. He didn't suspect this year would be different. In any case, Boba knew to deflect any questions and leave if his request wasn't honored. Dislike them though he did, the longnecks never went back on their promises to him. This would make a good, safe, learning experience for Boba, and Jango instructed him to bring back as much as he could remember about everything, to train him in situational awareness and help him learn how to observe without being observed.

Later that day, after he had seen and cleared, Boba was eager to tell Jango about his checkup. He returned to their apartment, his adolescent energy barely contained, itching to run through the door and let his new secret loose, because something strange did happen at this appointment. He was prepared to give his report to Jango, and he was sure his dad would be proud of what he had learned.

“Dad!”, Boba called out, “I need to tell you about my checkup! It's important!” From his seat in the living area Jango raised an eyebrow, watching Boba try and fail to keep from bouncing on the balls of his feet. “C'mere, son, tell me about your checkup.” Boba walked forward, head held high and mischievous glint in his eyes. ”You told me to watch for anything strange. Something strange happened! There was a woman there today. A human woman! Told me she was training!”

“Good job, Boba. Go on then, clean up for dinner. You can tell me everything else then.” Jango watched as Boba's grin grew even wider, before he turned and ran to the 'fresher.

'Well, that is strange', Jango mused to himself, as he began to formulate his plan. It was time to see if he could gain some real information from this new player. Jango was nothing if not patient, and this may be the time for his patience to start paying off.

----------

Taglist: @latenightsthoughtsnstuff @return-of-the-simp

If anyone wants added to my taglist, let me know ☺️

[stolen-pen-name23]

hello! how about #8- “You’re looking a little pale.” and/or #15 “I’m fine… just a little dizzy.” with Obi-Wan and Dooku?

Hi Kate!!! Thanks for the prompt!! // from these prompts // prompts now closed!

I have no idea when Dooku actually left the order, so I made it up for my purposes. Obi-Wan is still a padawan here, but he's like 19-20ish.

Read on Ao3 (or below the cut)

Here ya go!

---

The floor of an unfamiliar starship is not the most pleasant place to wake up.

Admittedly, the cold, hard floor of a starship is not the worst place Obi-Wan has ever woken up, but it certainly isn’t the most ideal place to come back into consciousness on.

He blinks, focusing his vision on his surroundings. The space he is in is barren but sleek. He can tell that the ship he has found himself on is a nice ship.

Groaning, he assesses himself for injuries. Aside from some slight motion sickness from laying on the floor of a ship in flight, Obi-Wan is physically unharmed.

He pushes himself to his feet and carefully inches his way down the short corridor. Peering into the cockpit, he can see the side profile of… no. It can’t be.

“You’re awake,” Dooku says plainly without looking at him.

“Master Dooku?” Obi-Wan questions.

“Actually, it’s ‘Count’ now. I’ve had a bit of a title change.”

Yes, that was right. Dooku left the Order a couple years ago when Obi-Wan was still in his early teens. He doesn’t know much about Dooku’s departure other than that it was due to a difference in ideology. Obi-Wan is not sure what that ideology may be. The other Jedi hardly speak of it. Qui-Gon never does.

“What am I doing here?” Obi-Wan asks cautiously.

“No pleasantries for your Grandmaster?”

“I see no reason for them,” Obi-Wan says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve only met you a handful of times. Oh, and you kidnapped me.”

“Fine, we’ll skip the salutations then,” Dooku says. “You’re here for a reason that you will see shortly.”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. Of course, he isn’t going to get a straight answer.

“How wonderfully vague, though I suppose you are more forthcoming than most kidnappers.”

“I presume you have experience with them then?”

“It cannot be helped that so many people want me,” Obi-Wan smirks.

“A lot of arrogance for a young man who does not know where he is.”

“Call it a character flaw.”

Obi-Wan looks down at his hands.

“You’re wondering why I have not bound you,” Dooku says.

Obi-Wan shrugs his shoulders. “The thought did cross my mind. As I mentioned, this is not exactly my first time getting kidnapped.”

“Why would I have you bound? You are not my prisoner Obi-Wan.”

“Oh really? I do not remember choosing to be here.”

“You will choose to be here.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t care for the certainty in Dooku’s tone.

“If I’m not your prisoner, why did you take my lightsaber?”

“You’re not my prisoner, but I do not need any hotheaded padawans getting any funny ideas before we get where we need to go.”

“And where may that be?” Obi-Wan tries again.

The Force seems to thrum around them and dread pools in Obi-Wan’s stomach.

“A looking glass, of sorts,” Dooku answers.

Obi-Wan shakes his head. This lineage is so weird.

“Must you be so cryptic all the time?” Obi-Wan asks. “Why not just tell me where we are going?”

“I could tell you, or I could let you see for yourself,” Dooku says. With that, the ship slips out of hyperspace and glides towards a green planet.

“Where are we?” Obi-Wan asks again.

Dooku plucks at levers and pushes at buttons, taking his sweet time in answering Obi-Wan’s question. “This planet does not have a name, though there are several places throughout the galaxy that are like it. Rare as they are, they are places of great import for individuals like us.”

“Individuals like us?”

“Force-sensitives.”

Obi-Wan’s stomach twists uncomfortably at the way Dooku says the words, like their shared abilities somehow make them the same.

They are not the same.

“So why are we here?”

“You are here to see your destiny.” The statement comes out simple and sure.

Oh, Obi-Wan does not have a good feeling about this at all.

***

The ship lands in an unassuming clearing in an unassuming forest on an unassuming planet.

Dooku makes Obi-Wan get off the ship first, much to his annoyance. It would have been very easy to steal the ship if only Dooku had gone first.

“I advise you stay close,” Dooku says, clearly having already thought about Obi-Wan’s would be escape plans. “This forest is not a place you want to be alone in at night without a communicator. I would hate for you to get lost.”

Obi-Wan looks around and gets the sense that Dooku is right. Obi-Wan has his fair share of survival skills learned through a mixture of experience and traditional Temple-based training, but that does not mean he wants to put them to use.

Dooku takes the lead, but even then, Obi-Wan feels as though he is being watched.

The forest is not as unassuming as Obi-Wan initially believed. His bad feeling intensifies with every step he takes — the Force pulsing through his veins tells him to be careful.

It is not long before the bad feeling turns physical. The longer they walk, the worse Obi-Wan begins to feel. It started as a nagging headache blooming in the back of his skull. Now, he fights dark spots that dance behind his eyes.

“You’re looking a little pale,” Dooku says in a way that is both deeply condescending and somehow still somewhat caring.

Obi-Wan takes a few labored breaths and tries to blink back the dark spots from his vision. He rests a palm on a tree trunk and leans against it. “I’m fine… just a little dizzy.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is?”

Obi-Wan whips his head over to Dooku and immediately regrets the fast movement as it sends another wave of nausea through him. “What did you do to me?”

“It is not me. It is your attachment to the light. That is the source of your weakness. Practitioners of the light side don’t do so well in places like this.”

Dooku hands him a canteen and Obi-Wan eyes it warily.

Dooku sighs and rolls his eyes. “Would I have gone to the trouble of taking you all this way just to poison you? Drink.”

Obi-Wan accepts the canteen.

“The light is not my weakness. It is my strength,” Obi-Wan says after a long draught. He hands the canteen back to Dooku.

“Maybe,” Dooku says. “But not here.”

Obi-Wan takes a deep, centering breath and tries to remain calm. Wherever he is, he gets the feeling that he absolutely should not be here. He carries on anyway.

Twigs snap and leaves crunch under his feet until he notices them start to dampen. Solid ground turns soggy the farther they walk. They approach the gaping maw of a cavern, and at its face lies a spring — the source of the mud. Light dances on half of its surface while the other half lingers in the shadow of the cave.

“I presume this is where you are taking me?” Obi-Wan asks, unable to pull his gaze from the spring.

“Very astute,” Dooku says. “Keep going.”

The mud under his feet squelches and sticks, almost as if nature itself protests his movements. Obi-Wan does not want to keep going. Everything inside of him is telling him not to keep going.

Get out of here, Obi-Wan. It’s not safe here, Obi-Wan. It’s dangerous here, Obi-Wan.

The voice in his head telling him to stop almost wins, but his body is weakened by the dark energy that pulses through this place and Dooku is pushing him along. His feet drag and he is brought forth towards the spring.

Dooku kicks the back of his knees and he falls to the ground. His hands sink into the mud.

Now on his knees, Obi-Wan finds himself staring at his own reflection on the surface of the water.

“What is so special about this?” Obi-Wan asks between labored breaths.

“I’ve already told you.”

Obi-Wan looks back at the water and finds himself staring at someone new. No. Not someone new. Himself. Older. But it is undeniably him.

His Padawan brain is gone and a beard covers his face. His brows are set in a harsh look of concern — the same one Qui-Gon makes fun of him for, though there is nothing funny about the scene that begins to play out in front of him now.

A fire. A fury. The Jedi Temple under siege. Scorch marks. The gleam of sabers and the blue bolts of blasters.

Everyone dead or dying.

Everyone except him.

“This is a trick. This can’t be real,” Obi-Wan says, but he cannot tear his eyes away from the water’s reflection.

“Of course it is. Don’t you see?” Dooku implores. “This is your destiny.”

Obi-Wan shivers, the cold of the Dark Side raising gooseflesh across his skin. He can feel his body trying to submit under the pressure of the Dark Side, even as his spirit resists. The pressure builds and his body trembles. He feels as though he is about to pass out and he is sure he would have, were it not for a familiar voice that calls out.

“That’s enough, Dooku,” Qui-Gon says. “Let him go.”

Hope sings in Obi-Wan’s chest.

“Padawan,” Dooku says. “Good of you to join us.”

“Let. Him. Go.” Qui-Gon’s strong voice echoes through the cavern.

“I’m not holding him and he is not my prisoner. He looks into the waters of the Dark Side purely of his own volition.”

Qui-Gon ignites his blade and strides toward Obi-Wan. Dooku ignites his own saber and blocks Qui-Gon’s path.

“Do not interrupt him, Padawan.”

“Do not call me that,” Qui-Gon hisses. “And get out of my way.”

“He needs to finish this on his own.”

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon says. “Don’t look at that. There is nothing for you there.”

“Master?” Obi-Wan squeaks out, sounding more like a scared youngling than the young man that he actually is. “I don’t like it here.”

“I know,” Qui-Gon says. “We can leave. Just look away from the water.”

Obi-Wan wants to look away from the water, but its pull is that of a siren call. Irresistible.

“Master Dooku said my destiny is in here.”

“Master Dooku is a liar. Come with me. Please Padawan, just look away from the water and come with me.”

“You are making a mistake, Qui-Gon.”

“The only mistake I made was taking my eyes off of him. I knew you had changed, but kidnapping? You’ve resulted to kidnapping padawans now?”

“Look at him, he is hardly a youngling anymore. You could make him a knight tomorrow if you knew how to let go. But either way, drastic measures have to be taken to show him the path he should follow.”

“This is not his path,” Qui-Gon says. “He will never join you. He will never join the Dark Side.”

“Are you so sure?”

“Yes,” Qui-Gon says firmly. “He’ll never join you. Obi-Wan… he’s… he’s different. He’s good. Even your ichor cannot taint his light.”

“Even the most righteous Jedi are tempted by the dark.”

“Not him. Never him.”

Obi-Wan can feel the strength of Qui-Gon’s convictions, his hope, through their bond. He clings to it like a drowning man clings to a rope and with what remains of his strength, he pulls himself from the dark waters that threaten to consume him.

“Master?” Obi-Wan questions weakly.

“You are making a mistake, Obi-Wan,” Dooku says. “Only pain and misery await you if you stay on your current path. You saw it yourself and you shall see it again.”

“The future is in motion,” he says shakily. “Nothing is set in stone.”

“Don’t be naive, Obi-Wan. Remain on your path, and the future you saw remains inevitable.”

Obi-Wan swallows back the lump in his throat. “Regardless, there is no future where I follow you.”

Obi-Wan staggers forward. His fingers grasp for his lightsaber, but he knows he is in no condition to take on Dooku. To his relief and to his surprise, Dooku does not reach for his own saber. He stands to the side and lets Obi-Wan climb back up the hill. He does not look angry, only disappointed. There is not much time for Obi-Wan to ponder this before Dooku shakes his head and turns back, walking out the way they came in.

Qui-Gon watches Dooku leave, never taking his piercing gaze off of his former master until he has blended fully into the shadows. With his disappearance, Qui-Gon darts down the hill towards Obi-Wan. Rocks and loose dirt rolls down the hill with each of Qui-Gon’s heavy steps, but it does not slow him down.

The sight of his Master and the security of knowing he was coming to save him makes some of the fight die down inside of him. He trips over his own feet and falls forward on the slippery hill. Mud and dying leaves stick to his robes and his skin while the smell of decay that accompanies a forest floor fills his nostrils.

He just wants to get out of here.

Though it seems he will not have to wait much longer. Strong hands grab his arms and drag him to his feet. Qui-Gon dusts off his shoulders while giving him a once-over.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Not… not really.”

“That was a yes or no question, Obi-Wan.”

“No,” Obi-Wan says, trying to put more strength behind his words. “He cannot hurt me.”

“Actually, he can, but I’m glad he did not.”

Obi-Wan offers Qui-Gon a weakened smile.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Qui-Gon says, lending Obi-Wan a steadying arm.

Obi-Wan leans on his Master and lets him guide him home.

[gffa]

I have often given Qui-Gon Jinn a hard time because he’s so often used in STAR WARS fandom as a weapon to beat on other characters I love and it makes it difficult to like him, as well as it overshadows who the character himself is. So, to help balance that out some, I wanted to do a set of recs to remind myself–and just share some happiness in!–that I actually do very much like Qui-Gon! He’s a good person who really loved the people around him, he cared very deeply, he had an amazing friendship with Yoda (seriously, that Yoda’s the one he reaches out to when he becomes a Force Ghost, that even after death, Qui-Gon loves his Jedi family, it gives me feelings in my feelings place every single time), and one of my favorite things about Master & Apprentice is that I often got the impression that he knew he was kind of obnoxious sometimes, but he was at peace with it, he was fine with that. That was a straight shot to my heart, I love that dude! So, here have some fics that celebrate that Qui-Gon is actually a really great character. He may not always be the central character, but I remember him being well portrayed in these and they gave me good Qui-Gon feelings! STAR WARS - QUI-GON JINN FIC RECS: ✦ Reprise by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & dooku & mace & cast, time travel, 491.1k wip    Ben Kenobi dies aboard the Death Star in the year 0 BBY. He wakes up shortly thereafter in the Jedi temple in the year 41 BBY. Haunted by memories and regret, Ben must forge a new path for himself in the Jedi Order of his youth while navigating the murky waters of time travel. Crafting a better future from bitter experience is hard, but learning to heal is even harder. Major AU. ✦ The Way Back Home by Anakinstopyourpanakin, happygiraffe, obi-wan & qui-gon & bant & tahl, 39.5k wip    He had been missing for nearly four years. How could Obi-Wan be alive? It was too good to be true, and simultaneously too horrifying. What had been done to the innocent child who was currently falling asleep against his shoulder, and did his wounds run too deep for Qui-Gon to mend? ✦ When the world gets too heavy put it on my back by nematoda, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 29.8k    Obi-Wan is different when it comes to relationships. Not in a bad way, just… different. Studies of platonic love in the life of Obi-Wan Kenobi, exploring the master/padawan relationship with Qui-Gon and eventually with Anakin. ✦ Shadows of the Future by stormqueen873, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, 129.3k    ObiWan lost the duel on Mustafar, but instead of dying, he finds himself on a ship leaving Tatooine, with his old Master and a familiar young boy. As events begin to unfold, can he stop the future he knows from occuring? ✦ No Galaxy for Good Jedi by Annie_Walker, obi-wan & anakin & padme & qui-gon & dooku & yoda & cast, some obi-wan/satine, sith!qui-gon, 124.8k wip    Obi-Wan Kenobi was only a young padawan when he ran away with three-year old Anakin. He had no choice after his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, fell to the Dark Side by Master Dooku’s manipulations. ✦ Masters and Padawans: Three Generations by GirlwithCurls98, qui-gon & obi-wan + obi-wan & anakin + anakin & ahsoka, 24.6k    Three generations of incredible bonds. ✦ What Is My Heritage? by Marnie, qui-gon & yoda, 7.7k    Qui-Gon, age 13, tries to find a place to belong. ✦ Coming Home by Marnie, qui-gon & yoda & dooku, 18.1k    A story telling how Qui-Gon comes to be Dooku’s apprentice. ✦ Trust Me by Charmisjess, dooku & qui-gon, 2k    A certain Jedi Master is less than pleased about being laid up with the flu. ✦ Triviality and QuiGon by Charmisjess, dooku & qui-gon, 4.1k    The Council’s infinite cruelty gives Dooku the most brutal of punishments: quality time with the Padawan and his plantlife! ✦ Rainy by Charmisjess, dooku & qui-gon, 26.8k wip    A seemingly easy mission goes horribly wrong for Padawan Qui and Master Dooku as they struggle to battle an insane adversary, poisons and curses, and an awful lot of rain. ✦ The Luckiest Man Alive + Letting Go by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku & yoda, 7.9k    Yoda, Dooku, and a twenty four year old QuiGon go to the small planet of Omartia to pick up a forcesensitive infant. + Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan go to pick up a Force-sensitive child. On the way back, Qui-Gon is faced with the fact that someday very soon, he will have to let Obi-Wan go. ✦ Lineage by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & xanatos & cast, 35.9k    AU!Jedi Apprentice. Book I: In which master and apprentice meet for the first time, enjoy a disastrous adventure courtesy of Xanatos DuCrion, and reap the fruits of patience and fortitude. A fanciful retelling of the original. ✦ Lineage II by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 40.9k    A year or so has elapsed since the last time we saw our heroes. BOOK 2: In which master and apprentice investigate an evil brainwashing plot, attend a boisterous wedding, and battle the enemy within. ✦ Lineage III by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku & xanatos & bant & cast, 49.4k    AU!Jedi Apprentice. Book III: Master and apprentice face an important rite of passage, grapple with a traitorous plot within the Temple’s walls, and discover the limits of obedience and intuition. Appearances by Bant Eerin, Xanatos DuCrion, Yan Dooku, and others. ✦ Lineage IV by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & siri & adi gallia, 39.3k    Master and apprentice endure a stint with the Agri-Corps, and find that trouble has a way of coming home to haunt them. Featuring a pile of bantha poodoo, a tentacled carnivorous plant, a desperate escaped convict, and a highly provocative young woman. ✦ Lineage V by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & tahl (& some qui-gon/tahl) & dooku & cast, 50.7k    An evil scientist wreaks havoc when she captures Jedi Knight Tahl Uvain for purposes of obscure research; Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan rush to the rescue, only to be embroiled in further trouble; and Master Dooku joins in the hunt with characteristic aplomb. ✦ Lineage VI by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 66.2k    Master and apprentice undertake a risky undercover mission to expose conspiracy in a far-flung sector; a comedy of manners abruptly transforms into a nightmare when their cover is blown; and a desperate escape gambit strikes deep at the foundations of trust. ✦ Lineage VII by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & siri & adi gallia & some obi-wan/siri, 74.5k    Sent to the aid of their fellow Jedi on a disastrous mission to New Apsolon, master and apprentice contend with brainwashing, genocide, conspiracy, and the perilous realm of the heart. ✦ Lineage VIII by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 83.4k    Hard on the heels of the mission to Apsolon, master and apprentice find new troubles - in their own backyard. Jenna Zan Arbor faces prosecution for her crimes; the Jedi grapple with the disastrous realities of corruption and personal loss; Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon undertake perilous and disparate quests. ✦ Lineage IX by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku & cast, 61k    A year after parting ways, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon struggle to complete their self-appointed quests for enlightenment and justice. ✦ Lineage X by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku, 49.2k    The war-ravaged world Melida-Daan is backdrop to a manhunt, an occult conspiracy, a bitter guerilla conflict, and a test of ultimate loyalties. ✦ Lineage XI by ruth baulding, obi-qan & qui-gon & cast, 56k    The disastrous situation on Melida-Daan takes a turn for the worse; the Jedi dispatch a team to capture a dangerous murderer; and Qui-Gon Jinn and his former apprentice face the consequences of their rebellion. Series finale. ✦ Snakefic by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & yoda & cast, 6k    It was only the matter of time before the egg hatched. ✦ Strokes of Colored Grey by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon, 9.5k    ObiWan has been drawing since he was a small youngling, but only a few people know, including his teacher, Vianro Dleka, and the elderly, trustworthy archivist, KinWan Terius. But what happens when his master discovers his secret? ✦ Pies, Books, and Swords, obi-wan & qui-gon/tahl, 1.2k    Qui-Gon Jinn has made quite a good name for himself, as far as holonet cooking shows go. ✦ They Are by Charmisjess, dooku & qui-gon, 1.7k    This is their moment, their eternity. They think its going to be like this forever. ✦ Strongest Stars by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & chirrut & cast, 2.6k    The Force works in mysterious ways. A few quiet moments in the dark create a touchstone spanning across three generations, two orthodoxies, a war, time, space, and the galaxy. A maverick meets a visionary and listens for a song. Spoilers for Rogue One, sort of? ✦ Anecdotally by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 14.6k    The biggest stories are always made up of smaller ones. Here are some of the forgotten moments in the life of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Will feature a wide variety of genres, characters, eras, and AUs. Oneshots from whenever inspiration strikes. ✦ the floor under our feet by FoxGlade, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & qui-gon & dooku + background pairings, 4.5k wip    or, the adventures and exploits of Qui-Gon’s three adopted children. ✦ A Long, Long Time Ago by ruth baulding, dooku & qui-gon + qui-gon & obi-wan + obi-wan & anakin + anakin & ahsoka, 5.8k    A wisdom tale handed passed down through the generations poses troublesome questions for a line of masters and Padawans, from Dooku to Ahsoka Tano. ✦ Family by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & darth maul & cast, sith!obi-wan, 6.8k    Seven years after the duel on Naboo, Obi-Wan Kenobi has turned to the dark, Maul has turned to the light, and young Anakin is caught somewhere in-between. Can Qui-Gon rescue his Padawan before it’s too late? ✦ Fountain of Force by esama, qui-gon & cast, final fantasy 7 crossover, 8.9k    In which Qui-Gon Jinn comes from Gaia. ✦ Midwinter Sun by orphan_account, dooku & qui-gon, 4.2k    Padawan Jinn is a rebel and Dooku is very much not ready. ✦ Jedi In Winter by bluedragoninamber, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku & yoda, 12.3k    In which Yan Dooku understands regret and tries to make things right. Something new will be born from the ashes of the old but exactly what remains to be seen. ✦ A New History by Annie Walker, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & dooku & cast, time travel, 533.4k wip    During a heated battle, Dooku escaped into the past! Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker follow to stop him, but discover that Dooku went to the past where Obi-Wan is a young padawan to a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn. Now, the two must go undercover to stop Dooku’s plans from coming to fruition in order to save not only the future, but also young Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. ✦ In the Heart of the Force by ReneeoftheStars, ahsoka & qui-gon, 1.7k    Ahsoka Tano travels back to the world between world’s. Searching for answers, she comes across a past event that only makes her question the past even more. ✦ Stitches and Time by ladyarcherfan3, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & ocs, 4k    Alara Nel is a seamstress who keeps getting an unusually large number of orders for Jedi robes from an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Over the years, she learns why and gets to know the Jedi a little bit better. ✦ The Uses of a Sandwich by Laura Kaye (laurakaye), obi-wan & qui-gon & oc & cast, 17.6k    A few months after being taken as a Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi faces a challenge: meeting his Master’s first apprentice. ✦ untitled by elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon, 3.1k    Anonymous asked: if you’re still accepting prompts: smol padawan obi-wan letting slip his law abiding exterior and letting loose the terrifying intensity beneath it. preferably in defense of qui-gon or something. ✦ The will of the Force by Lysore, obi-wan & yoda & qui-gon, 2.7k    Obi-Wan piqued Yoda’s interest early on, except the Grand Master of the Order had known for just as long that the Initiate was destined to be Qui-Gon Jinn’s Padawan. ✦ I thought I fought this war alone by stonefreeak, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 3.7k    Obi-Wan is thirteen years old, just about to start learning Ataru from his Master. Obi-Wan is sixty-one years old, dead and one with the Force since four years back. Obi-Wan is both, and neither. ✦ The First Trial by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon, 2k    Accompanied by his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, young Obi-Wan Kenobi undergoes his first trial and rite as a Padawan Learner on the frozen planet of Ilum. ✦ Hearts Entwined by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi & qui-gon, time travel, 6.5k wip    stolen moments between Padawan Kenobi and Shmi Skywalker, glimpsed by Qui Gon Jinn, and his continued attempts to understand both this strange new addition to the Temple and the unexplained relationship between the pair ✦ The Orchards by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 3.6k    When young Obi-Wan Kenobi is injured on a previous mission, Qui-Gon Jinn refuses to accept further off-planet missions until his Padawan’s recovery. Yoda assigns the pair an in-Temple mission of utmost importance while Obi-Wan heals. Master and Padawan welcome the change of pace. ✦ The Path of Totality by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & yoda & qui-gon & cast, 1.8k    Before going their separate ways into exile, Obi-Wan Kenobi shares with Yoda a lesson of wisdom he’d learned from his late Master, Qui-Gon Jinn. A lesson of darkness, light, and hope. ✦ Finding Balance by Raven_Knight, qui-gon & dooku & jocasta, 1.4k    Eleven-year-old Padawan Jinn is left behind while his Master goes on a mission off-planet. Qui-Gon is left in the care of Jocasta Nu, and he’s not exactly enthusiastic about it. ✦ Warmth by Tomatosoupful, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & xanatos & tahl & shmi & cast, child endangerment, time travel, 59.8k wip    Time Travel AU. Anakin has woken up in the past. Time to say hello to past friends, right? Only problem, Anakin is a walking talking human disaster and makes a lot of stupid decisions. Stealing a Jedi baby from the temple certainly isn’t the smartest thing he’s done. ✦ Abducted by devilinthedetails, obi-wan & qui-gon, 1.6k    In trying to rescue the kidnapped daughter of a planetary leader, Qui-Gon finds himself abducted and in need of Obi-Wan’s rescue. ✦ Trust Fall by devilinthedetails, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 1.4k    Two generations of Masters and Padawans. Two generations of trust falls. ✦ Something Borrowed, Something New by Raven_Knight, qui-gon & dooku/jocasta, 1.6k    Qui-Gon Jinn had only been claimed as Knight Dooku’s Padawan for three weeks before he’d managed to get himself into trouble with his Master. ✦ In Memoriam by ruth baulding, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & evan piell, 6.4k    In the midst of a desperate escape from the Citadel, Obi Wan mourns a friendship. A tribute to Jedi Master Evan Piell. ✦ One Day by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & mace & shmi & bail/breha & palpatine, 9.9k    A single moment in time, on five different planets. A birth, an election, a discovery, a marriage, and a mission. Because all things are mysteriously united in the Force. ✦ They Are by Charmisjess, dooku & qui-gon, 1.7k    This is their moment, their eternity. They think its going to be like this forever. ✦ The Exchange by MissLearn, obi-wan & anakin & some anakin/padme & ahsoka & qui-gon & rex & cast, time travel, 77k wip    ROTS Obi-Wan and Anakin are swapped with their younger, TPM, selves. It changes things, in both parallels. ✦ Family by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & darth maul & cast, sith!obi-wan, 6.8k    Seven years after the duel on Naboo, Obi-Wan Kenobi has turned to the dark, Maul has turned to the light, and young Anakin is caught somewhere in-between. Can Qui-Gon rescue his Padawan before it’s too late? ✦ Fountain of Force by esama, qui-gon & cast, final fantasy 7 crossover, 8.9k    In which Qui-Gon Jinn comes from Gaia. ✦ Rewrought by esama, obi-wan & qui-gon & maul, time travel, 4.4k    Bit o time travel ✦ Lion Jinn by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, 5.7k wip    Qui-Gon Jinn reincarnates as a lion. ✦ Brothers (working title) by Charity_Angel, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme & shmi & yoda & cast, 17.3k wip    In which Qui-Gon has a very near miss on Naboo, Obi-Wan is very stubborn, and they end up breaking a lot of rules accidentally as a result. All because of that kid they picked up on Tatooine. ✦ untitled by legobiwan, yoda & dooku & qui-gon, 1.5k    Yan Dooku was getting too old for this type of thing. He had rushed into the healer’s ward, Qui-gon’s limp body in his arms. That in itself had been a feat, as the boy’s gangly limbs were everywhere, but somehow the older Jedi Master had been able to deposit his wayward Padawan on a bed before an errant arm took his nose off. ✦ Drifting Starlight by Pandora151, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 60.3k    Just before the fateful Battle of Naboo, Qui-Gon Jinn is brought to the future, to the Clone Wars. He doesn’t know why or how, but he knows one thing for sure: He never, in a million years, expected the galaxy to end up like this. ✦ Although He Smiles by AutumnChild22, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 86.9k wip    She’d counted the 750 steps down from the Temple. She’d said her goodbyes, and left Master Anakin standing below the great pillars. What more could the Force want from her? ‘Everything’ sums it up nicely. Waking 13 years in the past, Ahsoka faces a harsh reality. As events begin to unfold, she faces a ticking clock that times a galaxy’s end. ✦ A New History by Annie Walker, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & dooku & cast, time travel, 533.4k wip    During a heated battle, Dooku escaped into the past! Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker follow to stop him, but discover that Dooku went to the past where Obi-Wan is a young padawan to a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn. Now, the two must go undercover to stop Dooku’s plans from coming to fruition in order to save not only the future, but also young Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. ✦ The First Trial by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon, 2k    Accompanied by his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, young Obi-Wan Kenobi undergoes his first trial and rite as a Padawan Learner on the frozen planet of Ilum. ✦ Hearts Entwined by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi & qui-gon, time travel, 6.5k wip    stolen moments between Padawan Kenobi and Shmi Skywalker, glimpsed by Qui Gon Jinn, and his continued attempts to understand both this strange new addition to the Temple and the unexplained relationship between the pair ✦ Highly Dissatisfied by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon, 1.1k    Obi-Wan enters the quarters he shares with his Master, intending to ask for help in preparation for his exams. Qui-Gon, however, is dealing with a far more urgent matter. ✦ playing yourself like a red three by EclipseMidnight (EternalEclipse), obi-wan & xanatos & qui-gon, 7.7k    As usual, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s mission has gone spectacularly sideways, this time before they even reach the planet they are meant to be helping. Luckily for them, they get some help from an unexpected source. ✦ so far the suns by blackkat, mace & qui-gon, 1.3k    “My old friend,” Qui-Gon tells Mace, quiet, and his presence comes closer. “I fear I made several mistakes in the past weeks, and I would ask you to correct them for me.” ✦ The Cry by batsojopo, obi-wan & qui-gon & xanatos & ocs & cast, 4.2k    This is my version of how Obi-Wan Kenobi arrived at the Jedi Temple. ✦ kybersong by Shadaras, obi-wan & qui-gon, 1.6k    Obi-Wan Kenobi goes in search of his lightsaber’s crystal heart. ✦ What Have We Become by Batsutousai, feemor & qui-gon & obi-wan & anakin & cast, time travel, 43.7k    One of Feemor’s greatest regrets, was that he never had the chance to get to know his brother-padawan, but the Force is willing to give him one more chance. And maybe, if he’s lucky, he can finally make amends with his former master and save them all in the process. ✦ We Start and End With Family by Batsutousai, feemor & qui-gon & obi-wan & yoda & cast, time travel, 8.8k    Qui-Gon had been mostly joking when he’d originally brought up the idea of a lineage dinner, but when his former padawan grabbed for the idea with both hands and a desperation Qui-Gon didn’t understand (and privately hoped he never would), he knew he would never be able to refuse. ✦ turning dust right into gold by blackkat, mace/qui-gon & depa & cast, 1.3k    Mace knows Depa too well. She’s absolutely going to do something terrible, particularly for Mace’s dignity. ✦ A Price to Be Paid by Peach_Bitters (Starf), qui-gon & dooku & cast, 3.1k    Young Qui-Gon learns there’s a price to be paid for his curiosity. ✦ For the Future of the Order by thetorontokid, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 3.9k    There are important lessons to be found in the Jedi Temple crèche.

[owkse]

Obi Wan Kenobi ~ The Fight

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

You joined your master on one of the people carriers when you were covered by the clones, looking over at the one next to you, glad to see Obi Wan make it on another himself. 

‘Glad I am to see you, unharmed you are?’ asked Yoda as you clutched onto the overhead handrail. 

‘Yes Master I am fine, mighty glad to see you all’ you said referring to the other Jedi and the clones. 

‘Happy we are, to arrive in time we have’ nodded Yoda. 

‘Piolet, land us down in that assembly area’ yelled Windu. 

As the accompanying Jedi Master’s jumped off meeting up with squadrons, you stayed with your Master, joining him at the command post. 

‘Master Yoda all forward positions are advancing’ said the commander. 

‘Very good Captain’ said Yoda. 

‘Aim the back guns on the fuel cells, that’ll stop the ships from launching’ you commanded watching the federating ships begin their ascent.

‘Excellent call my young Padawan’ said Yoda as you watched the star ship fall. 

‘Thank you master’ you said before feeling the ripple in the force. 

‘Come, need you I will’ said Yoda making his way to the ship, you trailing behind. 

You and Yoda made your way into the secret hanger, finding Obi Wan and Anakin lead on the floor, Obi Wan’s body covered in cuts caused by a sabre. 

‘Master Yoda and your little Padawan’ mocked Dooku. 

‘Count Dooku’ said Yoda calmly. 

‘You have meddled in my affairs for the last time’ said Dooku before sending electrical bolts towards you. 

Yoda used the fore to shield you both, pushing the electric away from you. 

‘Powerful you have become’ noted Yoda. 

This only made Dooku target the electrical energy towards you. Without thinking you channelled the force, using it to collect the energy into your palm, it then disappearing. 

‘Not powerful enough’ you panted. 

‘Your little Padawan is rather powerful with the force my former Master, you must be proud’ said Dooku. 

‘Twice the Jedi, she is’ said Yoda. 

‘It’s clear our contest cannot be sorted by the force, but through our skills with a blade’ said Dooku, drawing his red sabre. 

Both you and Yoda drew your sabre’s, green and your orange sabre lighting up your faces. And so started the battle commenced, you and Yoda using each other, ducking and swerving, dancing around each other as your sabre’s clashed with Dooku’s. You thought for one fleeting second you could over power him, until he cut a pipe which fall and crush the two on the floor. In understanding, Yoda continued to fight the man, you channelled the force, moving it. Yoda sensed you struggling and abandoned the fight to help you. 

‘Obi Wan’ you whispered helping the man to his feet, slinging his arm around your shoulder. 

‘I’m supposed to be supporting you young one’ said Obi Wan his eye sparkling. 

‘Master Yoda said we would learn from each other, I think that also means lean on each other’ you said grinning helping the man towards the shuttle Senator Amidala brought with her, Yoda chuckling fondly at your exchange.

Chapter 6

[tessaliagrey]

Day 3 - Bo and Ursa are besties

Author’s note: I actually planned on writing something like a girls’ night out… Well, you know me… I wrote something else.

Summary: Bo and Ursa talk after Carlac.

Tagging: @bokatanweek

You can eiter read here on AO3 or below the cut.

03 - Bo and Ursa are besties

Setting up a new camp was always exhausting, but Bo never minded. And besides, it was their own fault they had to leave. Not that Bo would ever say that out loud, she wasn’t stupid. She trusted Pre Vizsla, but the man had been too impatient lately and she had seen how he treated people who spoke out against his decisions. Not that Bo never did, but she was smart enough to do it when only Vizsla could hear.

But anyway, the situation was like it was, and there was no use complaining about it now. And besides, Carlac had been too cold for her liking anyways. Not that Zanbar was more to her taste, but at least it wasn’t freezing.

With the camp set up, people were going about their business again. Vizsla was in his tent, and Bo contemplated whether or not to go talk to him. She hadn’t said anything about what happened so far, and maybe it was better to leave him be for another few days. And besides, she wasn’t done yet.

Bo certainly wasn’t the oldest one in Vizsla’s ranks, but for sure one of the warriors with the most experience. She had fought in the Civil War, even though many had thought her too young. But she had prevailed.

She had learned much during that time. A lot of the warriors that flocked to Vizsla wanted to fight, and that was fine with Bo. But they never quite seemed to grasp that victory was not based on numbers and fire power alone. Sure, those things helped. But intel, preparation, supply lines,… The intricacies of strategic planning went over most people’s heads, really. And so it was Bo-Katan who stood in one of the supply tents, inventorying everything they still had in stock.

She just made a note to get more power packs when she heard the tent flap open and close.

“Still at it?”

Bo’s head whipped around.

“Ursa!”, she exclaimed, and walked over to hug her friend. “I thought you were staying on Krownest for another few weeks at least. Everything alright?”

Ursa chuckled, hugging her friend back.

“Yes, everything’s fine.”

“How are Alrich and Sabine?”

Ursa smiled fondly. “They’re both good. You know them, they make a good team.”

Bo nodded, and yet she thought she had detected a hint of sorrow in Ursa’s last words.

“Want a drink?” Bo asked. “Someone managed to store the tihaar next to the vibro blades.”

“Ouch,” Ursa said, shaking her head. “Makes you wonder where people keep their heads sometimes. But yeah, I’d take a sip.”

Bo got a bottle out of one of the boxes, and the two women settled on the floor, backs against an obliging crate.

For a few moments, they sat in silence, passing the bottle back and forth. Then, Ursa began to talk.

“You know,” she began, a frown on her face, like she was trying to find fitting words for what she wanted to say. “I feel torn, sometimes.”

Bo looked over to her friend and just nodded, encouraging Ursa to go on.

“On the one hand, I want to be here. I want to be in this fight, not just watching from the sidelines. I’m a warrior, it’s my duty. And yet…”, she trailed off, letting out a long, low sigh.

“And yet, you also want to be home,” Bo-Katan said.

Ursa nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“And why wouldn’t you,” Bo continued softly. “You have a lovely daughter, and a husband who dotes on you. You are very lucky in that regard. It’s okay to not want to miss out on that.”

Ursa smiled a tired smile at Bo-Katan, then grabbed the bottle from her hands and took a swing.

“You know,” Ursa kept on saying, the alcohol slowly seeming to have an effect on her infliction, “I love my husband and I love Sabine. I actually like being a mother, you know. And you know what bugs me about it sometimes?”

Bo shook her head.

“That Alrich is so much better at it than I am.”

“Ursa!”

“What? It’s true! He has it all down. The diapers, the feeding, the sleeping… I’m an amateur next to Alrich.”

Bo wanted to interject, but Ursa was on a roll. “And it’s my own fault! Because I can’t just sit at home and let others fight this war while I take care of my family.”

“Ursa, stop!”, Bo finally managed to get in. “You make it sound like that is wrong, and it just isn’t!”

“It isn’t. It isn’t?”

“No, it isn’t”, Bo confirmed. “Whatever works best for you and your family isn’t wrong, but the right thing to do. Imagine if you and Alrich were to switch roles. Imagine you’d be on Krownest all the time. I mean, yeah, sure, you’d see a lot more of Sabine, and you do deserve to. But would it make you happier that the arrangement you have right now? To watch Alrich go off to war while you change the diapers?”

Ursa was eerily silent for a moment.

“Because if it would make you happier, Ursa, then you should go home.” In an afterthought she added “I wouldn’t blame you for it.”

Ursa took another swallow from the bottle and let out another long sigh.

“No,” she admits. “I wouldn’t be happier. Not really. I just miss them.”

“As you should,” Bo said.

She then put her arm around Ursa’s shoulder and pulled her into her side.

“It’ll be alright,” she told her, rubbing her friend’s arm.

They kept sitting in silence for a little while longer. Then, Ursa began to talk again.

“And here?”, she inquired. “What happened on Carlac?”

Bo shrugged. “Something unexpected.”

“How so?”

Now it was Bo’s turn to sigh. “You know how Vizsla wants to get back at Dooku. Someone reached out to the Death Watch, a young senator’s son called Lux Bonteri. His mother used to be a senator in the Confederacy. She had died unexpectedly, and her son blamed Dooku for it. And from what I could gather, it’s actually not that unlikely. Dooku didn’t admit it, of course. But Bonteri wanted revenge. But one look at that kid will tell you that he alone could never pull it off. He needed someone with strength.”

“Alright,” Ursa said. “But what made Pre enter a deal with him?”

Bo smirked. “Bonteri had figured out a way to locate Dooku. The deal was that Bonteri would find out where Dooku is hiding, and the Death Watch would go and take him out. Win-win.”

“Well,” Ursa said, frowning, “that clearly isn’t what happened.”

“No,” Bo agreed. “Though it did start out promising. The kid showed on Carlac as planned. And he did have Dooku’s coordinates.”

“But?”

“But he wasn’t alone. I don’t think he planned on bringing the girl, though.”

“He brought a girl?”, Ursa asked, disbelief in her voice. “Like a girl friend?”

Bo huffed out a laugh. “If only. They did try to sell that story, though. Bonteri introduced her as his betrothed. I should have known that it was a cover story. I mean one look at her and you’d know that she wasn’t made to be some senator’s wife who would entertain guests while her husband talks politics. She was…feisty…I guess.”

Ursa grinned. “You like her.”

Bo shrugged. “I would like her…under different circumstances. Turned out the girl was a Jedi.”

“What?”

Bo nodded, making an affirmative noise. “Kinda badass. Managed to decapitate four of our warriors in one strike. Very skilled for her age. Gave me a run for my money, that’s for sure.”

“You like her. Jedi or not.”

Bo shrugged again. “Maybe…”

Now it was Bo’s turn to take a sip from the bottle.

“There is something else bothering you,” Ursa said. It was a statement, not a question, as Bo noticed. But she kept silent.

“Bo, come on. If not to me, who are you gonna talk to.”

Bo sighed again. “I’m worried.”

“About what?”

“Vizsla.”

For a few heartbeats, the tent was completely silent. But then, Ursa answered.

“Yes,” Ursa agreed. “So am I.”

“We had a good plan,” Bo-Katan continued. “Slowly escalate until it was clear that Satine had lost the grip on the situation. Until the people felt no longer safe. Vizsla blames that Kenobi guy for his plans to fall through.”

“But you don’t.”

“Well, I do, in a way. But the Jedi would never have been involved if we hadn’t made a deal with Dooku. We would not have sent a saboteur to a republic cruiser on our own, it would not have furthered our plans at all. It was the only reason they sent a Jedi to Mandalore in the first place, not because of the Death Watch. The Jedi were probably completely unaware of us until Kenobi’s arrival.”

Bo took another swig from the bottle and continued.

“It was the right thing after that to call off our deal with Dooku. But it should have ended there. But for Pre, it didn’t. He took it personal. And now he wants revenge. On Dooku, but even more so on Kenobi. And I fear his personal endeavor for vengeance might at one point jeopardize our operation.”

“Have you talked to him?”

“I wanted to, but I didn’t find the right time. And then that Bonteri kid came around and I thought that if it worked and we could get back at Dooku, if Vizsla got his revenge, then we could get back on track with taking over Mandalore.”

“And then, the kid brings yet another Jedi,” Ursa said, groaning. “Great.”

“And again, if we hadn’t involved an outsider, we wouldn’t have had to deal with the Jedi again at all.”

Ursa nodded in agreement.

“So, what now?”, she asked.

“I’ll wait a few more days, then talk to Pre,” Bo answered. “But I need to give him some time to cool off first. I am one of the very few who can actually contradict him in private, but that’s not a free pass to do so. No, I need to choose the moment carefully.”

Ursa nodded again and took the bottle from Bo-Katan.

The two women kept sitting in the supply tent, passing the bottle back and forth. Eventually, their talk went to lighter topics.

[sirikenobi12]

Ooh! For the character ask perhaps do Mace Windu?

Oh!! I could spend days talking about how much I admire and adore Master Windu!!

How I feel about this character:

Well, as anyone who has even glanced at my blog has realized that I am a bleeding-heart Jedi apologist (why do we have to "apologize" for the Jedi anyways?? Sorry, I'll save that for a different blog) and I am extremely pro Jedi Council and of course that means that I have respect for all the members, but Mace holds a special place in my heart.

Mace Windu has the 2nd most important role in the Jedi Order, he's tasked basically with the operations and safety of the entire Order - that's INSANE! I can't even manage my own life, yet he's is responsible for over 10,000 people (not to mention the clone army during the war)?? How this man even functions is beyond me.

Look, I get that from a lot of people's perspectives Mace is "mean" but I will bet dollars to doughnuts that these same people have issues with their Managers or Teachers or Principals or parents. There is a very fine line when you are in any type of leadership role, you can't always be the friend (even if you want to) and I think Mace handles this with such grace. He's stern when he needs to be and so very soft in other moments. You can legitimately see the care in his eyes for his fellow Jedi - I mean the death glare he gives Dooku all because Dooku has betrayed the Republic and was about to execute two Jedi...Mace wasn't having any of it.

He is a strong, intelligent, compassionate black man and we don't see enough of that in media. Not to mention he has a purple lightsaber and that's just about the coolest thing ever!!

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Um, I'm just not the biggest fan of just shipping people because they are there, if there is a story reason to ship characters I'm totally for it. I think Mace has FAR too much on his plate to even consider a romantic relationship...how would the man have the time??

But, a part of me feels like when they were younger Tahl, Qui-Gon and Mace might've had something together that crossed the friendship line from time to time. ;)

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Yoda. I love the amount of respect these two characters give one another. The weight that is on their shoulders is enormous and they rely on one another and help one another so often...I love them. These two are a team as much as Obi-Wan and Anakin are and I don't think they get enough credit.

That scene in AOTC where Anakin has killed the Tuskens and Mace shows up in Yod'a meditation chamber with tears in his eyes asking what the disturbance in the Force was is one of my absolute favorites - it just shows the level of compassion these two characters have.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

That Mace had Anakin's best interests at heart when he told him to stay in the Council Chambers.

I've heard people say that the Jedi only took Anakin into their ranks in order to "use him as a weapon" against the Sith, well if that were true wouldn't Mace have forced Anakin to come with them to arrest the Chancellor? Mace instead told Anakin "for your own good, stay out of this affair." He did it because he knew it would be devastating to Anakin, and that the young Knight was being tested by the darkside. He did this even though having the Chosen One as backup would've been the smarter move logically speaking.

Adjacent opinion: I also think he was right in not disclosing the Council's conversation to Ahsoka when she was no longer a member of the Order after the siege of Mandalore. No general, anywhere would be allowed to give military intel to a private citizen, he was just doing his job.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I would've liked to see in canon Mace's reaction to the slaughter on Geonosis - maybe in an episode of the Clone Wars where he and Obi-Wan talked about it. I feel like it would've been a huge character moment that would've helped humanize him more to a general audience (but you know, we needed a stupid droid arc...thanks Dave Filoni)

[shatouto]

another sequel to @obiwanobi's ex-sith anakin au (here and here), and at this rate… yea. yea we’re gonna have to archive this on ao3 (soon)

anyway here’s 2.8k words of tonal inconsistency

et si les étoiles sont cachées

Obi-Wan barely sleeps a wink through the night. His mind turns and whirls as he battles between second-guessing his decisions regarding the former Sith sleeping in his bed and planning on what to do going forward. Anakin knows how to cloak his own signature well enough, that much Obi-Wan can observe, but he will not stand a chance if Masters such as Yoda or Windu search his presence. And then there is the matter of the elusive Darth Sidious’ death, as well - Obi-Wan can only assume that it would be classified information on the Confederacy side, but even then, the Force only knows what kind of hell would break loose once his body is discovered. It doesn’t help that he could barely pull his hand out of Anakin’s without him frowning in his sleep and stirring. He simply has to stay put, with Anakin’s very likely feverish body pressed up against his side in a bed that is only snugly enough for two.

In meditating all of those scenarios, he forgets to account for the hell that breaks loose in his own quarters upon the return of his apprentice.

“Master, what were you thinking?” Ahsoka hisses, eyes darting from him to the closed door of his bedroom, from where the sound of Anakin’s pacing is obvious. Her hand is still clutching one of her lightsabers, alert.

“He was an injured man who crawled to my doorstep for aid, young one.” Obi-Wan sighs. “Surely you cannot expect me to simply turn my back to him, can you? That wouldn’t be the Jedi way.”

“Yes, but…” Ahsoka pinches her own forehead, shoulders dropping in a harsh exhale. “He’s a Sith lord, Master. We’ve all seen what he has done and can do!”

“He was a Sith, Ahsoka. Leading him back to the Light means one less darksider for the galaxy, and no more lives lost. I have always been trying to accomplish this.” Obi-Wan realizes, all of a sudden, that he is trying to convince himself rather than his apprentice. “He came in a moment of need, with nowhere else to go. He no longer wants to remain with the Dark.”

Ahsoka blinks. “And you just trust him? Just like that?”

Well, Obi-Wan wants to say, you didn’t see him on his knees in the hallway with blood covering half his body and bruises the other half; and you didn’t see him hang his head as you took his lightsaber and then his ruined arm off before setting him to bed. Then again, nobody would ever see that: the exact devastation and distress the once-Darth Vader was in last night, at his door. “That is the case, Ahsoka. I would like to trust him, for the time being.”

Ahsoka grumbles something about tried to kill me earlier, didn’t you see that? which of course inspires a twinge of guilt in Obi-Wan - because indeed, this borders on being a foolhardy venture, that his Padawan is dragged into solely by virtue of her sharing quarters with him. She shakes her head and speaks clearly again for him to hear. “...Fine, I get it. Where do you even plan to house him, Master?”

Obi-Wan pauses. He has had plenty of time in the night to consider this, and still he cannot find any better solution than the one he is about to suggest. “I suppose there is no place safer than here.”

“Here? You mean as in, your own quarters, in the Jedi Temple?” Ahsoka stresses on the last few words, incredulous.

Something crashes inside his room, followed by Anakin’s muffled curse. Obi-Wan looks his apprentice dead in the eye as he lets out a sigh, and says, “Yes.”

—

Anakin is strangely good at cooking.

Obi-Wan supposes he shouldn’t have presumed; after all, being a Sith apprentice should probably not interfere with the more mundane aspects of life. But not only is Anakin’s cooking distinctly above average (how did he learn enough skills to make a three-course meal out of the few basic ingredients in Obi-Wan’s pantry, and at what cost?), he also seems to undertake the task with zeal. It’s rather endearing to watch him shuffle around the kitchenette in warm beige pants that barely reach his ankles, and a left sleeve that doesn't need to be rolled up because it's already too short for his long arm.

It’s been less than a week since Anakin first comes to his door. He clearly doesn't like Ahsoka, but with one arm and no lightsaber and Obi-Wan firmly telling him to behave, he eventually, and clearly grudgingly, tolerates her presence, from time to time. The gleam in his eyes is still worrying, from time to time, but the most Anakin does nowadays when Ahsoka passes by is turn his back to her. He seems to be trying his best, which is why Obi-Wan feels immensely guilty for having to preface their meal with a rather somber question.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, as Anakin sets down before him a plate of steak that smells nearly the same as that one luxurious dish he once had while in disguise as a socialite at a prestigious fine dining party. It isn’t the materiality that is distracting, but the efforts that must have gone into it. “I would like to ask you a question.”

Anakin sits down opposite of him, balancing himself. Even with the Force, he’s unused to not having a weight elbow-down on his right hand. “What? Leftover is in the kitchen for your apprentice. If she wants it.” His voice still sharpens at your apprentice, defensive. “I didn’t mean to let her starve.”

Obi-Wan is torn between a smile and a grimace. “No, that isn’t my question, Anakin. I’ve been wondering if you knew of your allies’ plans.”

“What kind of plans?” Anakin’s eyes narrow, warily. “It depends. Dooku knew most. I just did battlefield strategy.”

“You don’t happen to know if there has been recent plans to assassinate the Supreme Chancellor, do you?” It has been on Obi-Wan’s mind ever since he was summoned to an urgent Council meeting days ago. Investigative teams reported that the Supreme Chancellor has gone missing; then midway through the meeting, another report came, and so they ended up discussing how to keep peace while the Senate would break the staggering news of the Supreme Chancellor’s death to the entire galaxy and organize an emergency election. The timing fit too well with Anakin’s arrival, and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

“Oh, there’s never any.” Anakin shrugs, tension melting out of his shoulder. He begins to cut into his steak without a care.

Obi-Wan frowns. There has been plenty of attempted assassinations before, as well as kidnapping - he himself has been sent to protect the Chancellor on many occasions. He’s loath to contradict Anakin, though, so he asks, carefully: “And you are sure?”

“I’m sure,” Anakin says, swallowing a mouthful. “My mas—Darth Sidious, is Palpatine.”

It takes Obi-Wan a stunned moment, while Anakin just continues to eat.

Well, the Council had their suspicions, but it was never so direct. Some have speculated, very privately, that the Chancellor might be linked to a darksider in some way. Perhaps somebody who is in opposition to Count Dooku, another Master has raised. But for the Chancellor *himself* to be this elusive, mysterious Darth Sidious, seems downright unfathomable.

“You…” Obi-Wan pauses, rewording the sentence in his mind for the seventh time. “I would like you to be serious, Anakin. That was not a joke, was it?”

Anakin, unsmiling, turns his eyes up to him with a look of confusion as if saying What’s a joke? “Darth Sidious is Palpatine,” he repeats. “I’m not allowed—I was not allowed to call him that, though.”

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath. The timing does line up far too well. “Anakin, that means you have... disposed of the Supreme Chancellor.”

Anakin scoffs, scrunches up his nose, and shrugs again. “If you put it that way,” he mutters, slouching down even lower as he pointedly eats his food.

Obi-Wan opens his mouth, then closes it again. He sighs at the ceiling, and picks up his fork and knife. Might as well enjoy a good meal before the migraine sets in.

—

To his own amazement, Obi-Wan is getting used to the way Anakin follows him around like a hatchling, whenever he is home.

During the first few days, it took Obi-Wan a considerable amount of patient explanation to convince Anakin not to sit on the floor at the foot of the door frame until he came back. His reasons ranged from “It’s rather undignified for you” (to which Anakin said, “I’ve done worse,” at which point Obi-Wan had to switch subjects immediately, putting a pin in it for future unpacking), to “You might catch a cold, sitting here for so long” (to which Anakin answered, “It’ll go away on its own,” which prompted Obi-Wan to check his temperature immediately, only to realize that Anakin had been cloaking his fever for at least a day, and - well, that was another pin on the board). In the end, it was only the allowance for him to use the kitchenette that kept the former Sith from waiting at the door like a hound, rather busying himself at the stove instead. It was a great decision through and through, considering how much Anakin improved the quality of their meals.

But otherwise, Anakin still makes no secret of his immediate attachment to him. Perhaps there should be no surprise in that, considering the sort of upbringing he must have suffered through; not that Obi-Wan knows much of it anyway, considering how quiet Anakin remains and how reluctant he himself is to ask personal questions. Nevertheless, from the way Anakin acted - finding his way into the Jedi Temple and declaring his trust to a sworn enemy rather than relying on his own Sith allies - it isn’t hard to infer that this man has had precious little reason to put his trust into anybody in his surroundings. It also aligns with the Sith ways, Obi-Wan speculates - and could only dare speculate, because truth be told he does not know all that much of the Sith outside of his research on ancient texts. Contemporary Sith are few. The Master might just make his own rules, and Darth Sidious - the Supreme Chancellor, Force have mercy - seemed like the type to play cruel games. So he has every reason to understand and empathize. And he truly does extend his most heartfelt compassion to this wayward Force-wielder.

That doesn’t make it any easier to deal with Anakin’s irritability whenever Obi-Wan comes back from a mission.

He’s clearly unhappy about Obi-Wan being away, especially if he discovers that the mission has been with Ahsoka. He only grows more upset and quick-tempered as time goes by; it begins with him upturning the decorative datapad shelves in the living room, escalating to a series of broken glasses and plates in the kitchenette; finally one day Obi-Wan comes back home to knives lodged in the wall, Anakin in the midst of pulling them out.

Anakin has the decency to look sheepish, even just slightly, as he silently puts away all the knives and hides himself in the kitchen completely. He cleans up, at least. In fact, he was almost always in the middle of cleaning up when Obi-Wan caught him in the act, which prompts the question: How many other times has he done this while left alone?

Obi-Wan only sighs. It does border on cruelty to keep somebody alone in these cramped quarters for weeks on end. He also knows that whatever measures he has set up to keep Anakin safe here - from the world, and from Anakin himself, - it would be a fatal oversight to underestimate the ability of a former Sith. He has no doubts that Anakin, even while one-handed and saber-less, could escape if he truly wanted to. The fact that Anakin willingly keeps himself stowed away in a Jedi’s quarters while desperately and entertaining himself through destructive means only to then be embarrassed about it… is a testament to some budding virtue, Obi-Wan supposes. And it only intensifies his guilt: it’s as if he’s taking advantage of Anakin’s trust to confine him to solitude, while he himself pushes back and back the kind of work a true mentor would need to engage in to help Anakin. The fact that he is fighting a war, or whatever is left of it, is no excuse.

It is with resolution that he stands up and heads into the kitchen. Their eyes meet as soon as he steps in; clearly enough, Anakin has been watching him. Anakin’s fingers grip the counter, knuckles blanched. Obi-Wan holds up his hands, moving as slowly and unpredictably as possible, and cuts to the chase.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go outside, Anakin.”

Anakin’s brows shoot up, but he still doesn’t unclench his jaws.

“I believe it’s rather unfair to keep you locked inside,” Obi-Wan explains. “After all, cooking can only do so much to spend all of one’s pent up energy.” He gives a small, gentle smile, inwardly anxious because of the way Anakin still looks at him with his guards up, shoulders squared, halfway between fight and flight. “I am not suggesting anything much, Anakin. Only a walk in the park, if it suits you. The decision is up to you.”

A moment or two passes in thick, awkward silence. Then Anakin, hesitantly: “Will you be there?”

It’s the first pleasant surprise Obi-Wan has had in what felt like an age. His smile grows, unbidden. “Yes, I insist.”

—

Autumn winds reel through his hair before rushing off to rustle in the foliage. The nightly air is crisp on his cheeks, and Obi-Wan doesn’t even think to tighten his robes around him; he enjoys a nice, chilly evening. Silence is alleviated by the song of insects in the grass, as they make their way down the serpentine path, round fountains and beds of flowers. Their robes flutter, and their hands are firmly linked.

It’s nothing that cannot be explained by strict necessity, or so Obi-Wan reasons: He must be able to make sure Anakin never strays from his sight, for safety reasons; and he dislikes the thought of putting any kind of binding or chains or even just a simple tied thread on Anakin. As usual, when all else fails, undertaking by hand is the solution - hence Anakin’s hand in his own, their palms warmly interfacing, their calluses fitting together.

The contact is also enjoyable, but that’s beside the point.

“I like the sky at night,” Anakin says, sudden but quiet. Obi-Wan glances at him to find Anakin not looking back at him for once. Anakin’s hood has long since slipped off because of the way he tips his head back to turn his eyes to the stars. Most of them are shrouded by gathering clouds, but some of them still shine through the dark.

“I see,” Obi-Wan muses. “May I ask why?”

For once, Anakin doesn’t hesitate to answer. “I like to look at the stars. They’re just suns, but far away. Can’t burn you, only blink at you.” Anakin’s hand tightens just a little. A patch of wildflowers gently glows when the two of them pass by. “When you blink back at them, you’re not alone.”

“And what if the stars are hidden?” Obi-Wan gestures, voice light, even as his heart sinks. He knows a lonely child, or one who used to be a lonely child, when he sees one. “What do you do then?”

The sigh that follows is lost in a gust of wind. There’s only the slightest of tremors in Anakin’s fingertips. They fall back into silence, deeper silence this time, as even the insects seem to quiet. The air feels earthy and damp with a coming rain. The sky blackens as clouds roil and thicken, and suddenly it’s dark as pitch and the comfortable coolness splinters into shivers under his skin. When the first drop falls, Obi-Wan reaches over to draw up Anakin’s hood for him. Anakin turns to him, eyes downcast.

“Then I’m alone,” he answers, belated and small.

—

“Maybe you’re right, Master.” Ahsoka picks up her steaming mug of tea, sinking comfortably into her amply cushioned seat on the couch. A strip of morning sunlight draws lazily across the room. “Whatever you’re doing, it’s working. He’s getting... nicer, lately. You should keep walking him.”

Obi-Wan chuckles at the turn of phrase. Walking him… “I don’t think it’s my doing,” he says, pouring a little more tea for himself. Anakin shuffles from one corner of the kitchenette to another, apron strings fluttering behind him. Obi-Wan shakes his head and takes a sip of tea, smiling. “I don’t think it’s my doing at all.”

[ashthewaterghoul]

“What if Qui-Gon Survived”

Chapter 14

Qui-Gon had been awkwardly sat in the small alcove for awhile, meditating. He was searching for clarity and trying to summon the strength he would need for the fight he sensed was soon approaching. Qui-Gon was pushing layer beyond layer through the force, diving in deeper and deeper, he was interrupted when a hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Master Jinn.” The familiar, deep voice of Mace Windu said.

“Master Windu,” he said, manoeuvring out of the alcove “I was beginning to wonder if you’d arrive.” He finished with a characteristic smile.

“Do you have any idea where Anakin and the Senator were taken?”

“During my wait, I meditated, and I saw not Anakin, but Dooku, I sense his presence now, and I think he would want to speak with our young friends.”

“Do you think we can get to him?”

“Yes, follow me, but be careful to not wake the locals.”

The two Masters traipsed the labyrinth of the Geonosian buildings and catacombs. After much precarious navigation, they were right behind Dooku, Qui-Gon could sense the reassuring presence of his current and former padawan. Qui-Gon motioned to Windu to give him his lightsaber as they both creeped closer and closer o the former Jedi. They were now right behind Dooku, and Qui-Gon ignited the green and purple sabers, one either side of Dooku’s neck.

The old man could clearly see the green blade in front of him, and the weather dripping down the back off his neck told him another saber was right behind him.

“Hello, Master.” Qui-Gon said in a honeyed tone.

“This party’s over.” Windu announced.

Qui-Gon could see Anakin and Obi-Wan with Padme, on the back off a reek. The two were also focused on him, as a piece of solace to the two, he gave a small wink and a smirk.

“Brave, but foolish, my old padawan. You are impossibly outnumbered.” Dooku said rather calmly.

Windu gave a small chuckle as Qui-Gon said: “Oh, not to worry! We’ll have some familiar faces joining us.”

As he finished his sentence, green and blue lightsabers could be seen appearing all over the arena. The two Jedi could hear the loud mechanical footsteps of B2 battle droids coming up behind them, Jinn handed Windu his saber back as the Mandalorian that took Padme and Anakin used his flame thrower against them.

They quickly jumped down into the arena, Qui-Gon quickly used the Force to help his landing, both dropped their cloaks and started deflecting the rapidly coming blaster fire from the battle droids that had started making their way in the arena. All the Jedi fed off each other as they all rushed into battle, side-by-side with what were essentially their brothers and sisters. Anakin and Obi-Wan were tossed lightsabers by two other Jedi and they used them to finally free each other of the binders. A large explosion knocked Padme, Obi-Wan and Anakin from the reek, Padme quickly grabbed a blaster lying on the ground for a weapon and shot down a Geonosian driving a chariot. She quickly rushed on top of the creature pulling the it and Anakin jump into the chariot.

Qui-Gon was drawing immense power from the Force so that he may keep up with the battle, he was also looking around for the next laser bolt coming his way when he saw Coleman Trebor try to take Dooku on his own, only to be shot down by the Mandalorian. It caused some unpleasant feelings to riddle his bones, Trebor had always been impulsive, like Anakin, he wondered what would come of his padawan throughout this, not only that, but it was the first Jedi death he witnessed in that battle, though he knew there had already been far too many. Jinn was very unsettled by how serene his old master looked, spectating the battle like it was simply a random channel on the Holonet. How far he’d came since Qui-Gon was just his young padawan.

All the Jedi were fighting with all the power they had, non could barely focus on their own thoughts while the raging cacophony of battle filled their ears, or for some, ear-equivalents.

Dooku finally lost his calm composure when Windu beheaded the Mandalorian. A droideka shot down the chariot hosting Anakin and Padme, knocking it onto it’s side. The two quickly took cover under it.

“You call this a diplomatic solution?” Anakin asked jokingly.

“No, I call it aggressive negotiations.” Padme quipped back, Anakin could not help but smile at what she had just said, not so subtlety trying to cover his emotions in the Force, this was instantly picked up by his Master, but Qui-Gon had to focus on the power he was drawing from the Force right now.

The Jedi were being forced back into the centre of the arena, all compacted together, frantically trying to block all the blaster fire. The thought ‘Is this it?’ circulated in the heads all all present.

Dooku stepped forwards and made a hand gesture which told the battle droids to to stand down.

“Master Windu, you have fought gallantly, worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi Order. Now, it is finished. Surrender, and your lives will be spared.”

As Windu said something back, Anakin noticed the apparent extreme fatigue of his Master.

“Master?” He asked, visibly concerned for his ageing me for.

“Focus on the battle, not me!” he snapped back, more aggressive then he had intended. The tone of the reply made Anakin flinch slightly, it wasn’t often his Master ever raised his voice, when he did it always came as more of a shock.

All of the sudden, the droids started to fire up their weapons again, as did the Jedi. A faint rumbling could be felt in the ground beneath them.

“Look!” Padme said pointing to the sky, a swarm of gunships with shiny, white armoured soldiers made their decent into the arena, guns and lasers destroying the droids, and restarting the battle. Yoda was standing as triumphantly as his small frame would let him on one of the ships. Many of the ships landed and allowed the Jedi to fall back onto them.

Much to their collective concern, Padme, Anakin and Obi-Wan were separated from Qui-Gon, they saw as he fell onto crates in the back of the ship and went into a meditation, he hadn’t seen this much action for many years. Obi-Wan put a hand on Anakin’s back, as a means of comforting him. He did not like to see who he considered his little brother to be this distraught. Qui-Gon could sense Anakin’s worry easily, but regretted to not be able to console him, instead he had to focus on his strength. He hoped Anakin would be alright, his ease to form attachments made Qui-Gon fear what the future looked like for him. Shmi’s incident had already proved that Qui-Gon would always have to watch out for his padawan, in one way or another.

Hello There! Sorry for the inactivity, my mental health took a sudden decline and I lost all inspiration to write, but I’m fine now and I hope you enjoy the new chapter! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated as well as other ideas for future fics🥰. May the Force be with you✨.

You can view all chapters here