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Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium Swarm-Class Battle Droid
Source: The Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels (Del Rey, 1996)
#star wars#droids#military droids#ssi-ruuk#ssi-ruuvi imperium#swarm#swarm class#first appearance the truce at bakura#star wars novels#entechment#droid starfighters#essential guide to vehicles and vessels#essential guides#swarm-class battle droid#ssi-ruuvi droids
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Star Wars: The Phantom Menace - Droid Starfighter Concept Art by Doug Chiang
#Star Wars#Star Wars: The Phantom Menace#Droid Starfighter#Concept Art#Sci-Fi#Mecha#Spaceship#Doug Chiang
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Star Wars: X-Wing - X-Wing Expansion Pack - R5 Astromech Droid by Matthew Starbuck
#Star Wars#Star Wars: X-Wing#X-Wing Expansion Pack#R5 Astromech Droid#Rebel Alliance#T-65B#X-Wing#Starfighter#Sci-Fi#Mecha#Spaceship#Matthew Starbuck#FFG#Fantasy Flight Games
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The Droids Of Star Wars
R2-D2
OG-9 Homing Spider Droid
C-3PO
C1-10P, A.K.A. Chopper
Viper Probe Droid
IG-100 MagnaGuard Droid
K-2SO
B1-Series Battle Droid
ND-5
B2-Series Super Battle Droid
NED-B
LEP Servant Droid
L0-LA59
Vulture-Class Starfighter
AZI-3
Scorponek Annihilator Droid
SM-33
DSD1 Dwarf Spider Droid
WAC-47
Droideka
BD-1
HMP Droid Gunship
ID10
Kalani
BB-8
LM-432 Crab Droid
MSE-6 Series Repair Droid
#Star Wars#Droids#R2-D2#DSD1 Dwarf Spider Droid#K-2SO#MSE-6 Series Repair Droid#SM-33#HMP Droid Gunship#L0-LA59#Scorponek Annihilator Droid#BD-1#B1-Series Battle Droid#C1-10P#B2-Series Super Battle Droid#ND-5#Vulture-Class Starfighter#C-3PO#LM-432 Crab Droid#ID10#Kalani#OG-9 Homing Spider Droid#BB-8#Droideka#WAC-47#Viper Probe Droid#AZI-3#IG-100 MagnaGuard Droid#LEP Servant Droid
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While I was rewatching The Phantom Menace yesterday, I was thinking during the sequence at the end with the N-1 Starfighters that one of them could be Din's, and boom! A rather amusing new headcanon was born.
So, obviously we know that Peli Motto somehow came into possession of one of the ships and in approximately 9ABY on Tatooine, she restores it with Din on Tatooine.
But what if four decades previously, it was the same starship used by a certain Anakin Skywalker during the Battle of Naboo...
So, why would this be funny?
Well, because of what Anakin uses the ship for, and the fact its eventual owner has a well known disdain for droids...
After Anakin leaves the hangar on Naboo, he joins the dogfight up in space. Eventually, he finds himself on one of the Trade Federation's ships and after a bit of panicking, has a great time destroying a few droids...
As they fire at him, he launches a few shots which inadvertently causes the Droid Control Ship to blow up. Every single one of the thousands of droids on Naboo instantly powers down, ensuring that the planet is saved.
But this kid really used an N-1 starfighter to blow up an enormous ship of vital strategic importance. I mean, look at it go! Bye bye droids!
I have nothing to base this hc off other than Anakin used an N-1 to destroy droids and Din (who hates droids) eventually has the same kind of ship. But I'm running with it because I think it's hilarious and that Din would be pretty pleased to know that his N-1 has a history of destroying droids...
Wizard, indeed.
#din djarin#the mandalorian#anakin skywalker#the phantom menace#star wars#n 1 starfighter#naboo#peli motto#din thoughts#din djarin headcanons#din djarin brainrot#maybe this has been pointed out before and like i've watched tpm SO MANY TIMES but somehow this never clicked before#i was giggling at the thought of galaxy's biggest droid hater din djarin having a ship which has equal droid hater status#this is canon as far as im concerned
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#star wars#star wars art#clone wars#jedi starfighter#droid trifighter#confederacy of independent systems#star wars spaceships
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There are people who say that Clone Wars era starfighters were broadly better than Imperial ones, but in the movies at least, TIE Fighters have a way better K/D ratio than Vulture Droids. Nine TIEs took out 26/30 Rebel fighters over Yavin, while after the Droid Control Ship exploded there were at least half of the ~14 Naboo fighters left despite going up against hundreds of droids.
#star wars#starfighter#tie fighter#vulture droid#droid starfighter#clone wars#battle of yavin#battle of naboo
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The Duel Continues
STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:52:03
#Star Wars#Episode I#The Phantom Menace#Naboo#Theed#Battle of Theed#Battle of Naboo#Theed Hangar#Duel of the Fates#Qui-Gon Jinn#Qui-Gon Jinn's lightsaber#Obi-Wan Kenobi#Obi-Wan Kenobi's lightsaber#Darth Maul#Darth Maul's lightsaber#N-1 starfighter#droid loader#main hangar entrance#blast door#S-X Vac-U-Bot#GZ-5 energy unit#B1 battle droid#electromag rail#grav field#power generator
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trying to find a good ship to graft onto a StarViper to extend the cabin space and create Aran Mereel's Bes'ulik, it's strangely difficult to find one that wouldn't feel too big or look really wrong (but at the same time, Bes is a horrid junkyard kitbash, so maybe i'm being too hard on myself)
#i do know that if i wanna run bes in 7TV i've gotta get some buzz droids somehow#lost my partially-assembled virago somewhere and it never really came together right anyway because it's a 20-plus-year-old kit#star wars#ugly starfighter#3d printing#star wars legion#(not really but maybe you in the legion fanbase have ideas)#tabletop wargaming#miniature wargaming#28mm scale
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Sienar Fleet Systems/Cybot Galactica TIE/D (Droid) Automated Starfighter
Source: The Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels (Del Rey, 1996)
#star wars#tie fighters#starfighters#droids#vehicles#droid starfighters#tie/d#automated starfighter#sienar fleet systems#cybot galactica#dark empire#first appearance dark empire 3#star wars comic books#dark horse comics#essential guide to vehicles and vessels#essential guides#twin ion engine craft#imperial starfighters#imperial droids
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#Star Wars#Star Wars: X-Wing#Gaming#Video Games#X-Wing#Rebel Alliance#Starfighter#Sci-Fi#Mecha#Spaceship#Astromech#Droid
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Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:
Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper
Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork
Stylus = Pen
Datapad = Tablet
Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone
Binders = Handcuffs
Chronometer = Clock
Spectacles = Eyeglasses
Chrono = Watch
Conservator = Refrigerator
Caf = Coffee
Nerfburger = Hamburger
Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)
Hubba chips = French Fries
Sweet roll = Doughnut
Flatcakes = Pancakes
Tabac = Tobacco
HoloNet = World Wide Web
Holovision/HoloTV = Television
Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos
Holocamera/Holocam = Camera
Holomap = three-dimensional map
Holojournal = Newspaper
Holocube = Picture frame
Holotable = Projector
Holoscanner = X-ray machine
Holojournalist = Reporter
Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph
Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation
Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom
Sonic Bath = Bath
Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower
Hydrospanner = Wrench
Hydro Flask = Water Bottle
Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries
Authorization Chip = Decryption key
Datatape = Disk
Datastick = Flash drive
(Personal) Com Code = Phone number
Datachip = SD Card
Synthflesh = Synthetic skin
Glowrod = Flashlight
Sparkstick = Match
Slugthrower = Gun
Slug = Bullet
Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)
Rangefinder = Rifle scope
Turbolaser = Cannon
Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear
Electro Staff = Stun baton
Blaster = Pistol/Rifle
Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser
Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car
Turbolift = Elevator
Slideramp = Escalator
Starfighter = Fighter jet
Rotorcraft = Helicopter
Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack
Speeder Bike = Motorcycle
Skylane = Traffic lane
Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train
Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair
Windscreen = Windshield
Podracing = Car racing
Dejarik = Chess
Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined
Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator
B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons
Jizz = Jazz music
Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)
Cantina = Bar or Pup
Para Sailing = Paragliding
Aurebesh = Alphabet
Credits = Money
Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll
Naming Day = Birthday
Youngling = Child
Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English
Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit
Hypo = Syringe
Medic/Healer = Doctor
Medcenter = Hospital
Bactapatch = Bandaid
Nanoweave = Fabric
Transparisteel = Glass
Plastifoam = Packing material
Durasteel = Steel
Plasteel = Plastic
Duracrete = Concrete
Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)
Identikit = Passport
Minder = Therapist
Synthleather = Vinyl
Viewport = Window
Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning
Honeydarter = Bee
Slythmonger = Drugdealer
Spice = Drugs
Stimpill = Caffeine pill
Power Socket = Plug
Cutters = Scissors
Cycle = Day
Standard Cycle = 24h
Standard Week = 5 days
Standard Month = 35 standard days
Standard Year = approx. ten months
Tenday = literally ten days
Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes
Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'
Parsec = a unit of distance
Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid
Separatist = Seppie
Promise Ring = Wedding Ring
Body Glove = Jumpsuit
Slicksuit = Wet suit
Civvies = Civilian clothing
Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation
Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed
Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine
Glareshades = Sunglasses
Gasser = Gas Oven
Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects
Heating unit = Heater
Utility Droid = Roomba
Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet
Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper
Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person
Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense
Blast! = word of exclamation
Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance
Blaster-brained = dimwitted
Blaster fodder = cannon fodder
Blast off = Piss off
Brainless = Stupid
Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians
Forceforsaken = godforsaken
Full of Poodoo = full of shit
Poodoo = Shit
Kriff = Fuck
Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi
Kark = derogatory expletive
Larty = LAAT/i gunship
Laserbrain = insult
Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers
Redrobes = Palpatines guard
Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper
Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels
Sharpie = Sharp-witted
Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive
Sleemo = Slimeball
Son of a bantha = insult
Wizard! = Cool
Spaced = dead
Hutt-spawn = Bastard
Karabast = exclamation of dismay
Stang = Crap
Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers
Bucket = Helmet
Nat-born = Natural Born
Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that
Droid poppers = EMP grenade
Sitrep = short for situation report
Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system
Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.
Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.
Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb
Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier
Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments
Phrases:
Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase
That's bantha shit = that's bullshit
As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy
Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts
Cut the poodoo = cut the crap
to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something
Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god
Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise
Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief
What in the blue blazes = exclamation
When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely
Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off
Blast it = damn it
By the maker = exclamation of surprise
Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief
Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'
Sod it = expression of frustration
#shitpost incoming#I'm converting my friend into a star wars fan so I thought why not make a dictionary for every new fic reader lmao#star wars#writing star wars#star wars languages#star wars lore#im definitely missing some but these are words I've seen most commonly used in fanfic#userlumi#writing star wars fic#aurebesh#galactic basic Standard#as long as one person finds this post helpful it was worth it#youre all welcome to add to it#im stopping now coz otherwise I'mma clog the dash
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The Comfort of Strangers //Padawan! Obi-Wan X Fem! Reader
A/N: Well...Hi! I haven't written in two years! I'll post a little update soon but I was INCREDIBLY horny inspired after seeing the Phantom Menace in theaters! Hope you enjoy this lil smutty Padawn Obi fic!
Summary: You and all of Queen Amidala's handmaidens are stuck on Tatooine waiting for Qui Gon to get the hyperdrive parts you need. With all the stress and anxiety of escaping Naboo, the good-looking Palawan stuck on the ship with you looks like a good distraction.
Warnings VERY IMPORTANT: I know Padme and her handmaidens are pretty young, but for the purposes of this story READER IS OVER 18!!!!! That being said, this fic contains, smut, kinda a hookup, using sex with a stranger as comfort, risk of being caught, P in V action, unprotected sex, pull-out method, handy, some finger-banging action, dirty talk, some implied Qui Gon x Reader x Obi-Wan action for a minute there oop, and probably some spelling and grammar mistakes!
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With the whirlwind of events that was the invasion of Naboo, one would think that boredom would bring some welcome relief. They would be sorely mistaken.
The rush of adrenaline that had flooded your veins as you and the other handmaidens frantically dressed sabé, hands, and hearts a flurry, before chasing you up the ramp of the starfighter with gunfire at your back had finally subsided. Now, with the monotonous heat of Tatooine creeping into the ship, there was nothing but dull numbness left.
Padme had left over a day ago to experience this strange outer-rim world you all had landed on. That left the rest of you with nothing to do but worry. Senator Vancil regularly sent updates urging Queen Amidala to contact him. Each of his messages was more dire than the last. News of your people in camps, starving, dying, surrounded by those damned battle droids, those disgusting Numoidions watching gleefully from the high walls of the Theed palace.
You could practically feel all of the handmaidens' hearts sink in tandem with each new update. That young Jedi, Obi-Wan, simply reminded the Queen, (or who he figured to be the queen) to send no reply. Had he no empathy?! Obviously, none of you were dumb enough to risk the safety of your mission, the safety of your people, in transmitting any kind of message but could he not for a moment let down his Jedi knight persona and give you all some grace?
Jedi learner actually, I suppose. You thought to yourself. Curled up in an out-of-the-way nook, the hood of your orange handmaiden dress hung limply down your back. Normally you were grateful for the thick velvet robes in space, but even with the ship's cooling systems still online it seemed that they were no match for Tatooine. The oppressive heat sat thickly in the stale air, leaving everyone on board anxious and irritable.
You couldn't lie to yourself. Between your fear and anxiety, the sight of that young padawan was a welcome distraction. You were positive you weren't the only one who thought so, you had definitely caught your fellow handmaiden's eyes flick over him from under their hoods. There was just something about him. Maybe it was the cocky banter he had shared with his master, even in the flurry of battle, or maybe it was the way the collar of his Jedi robes opened just enough for you to want to see more. Or perhaps it was the way you could imagine tugging on that padawan braid as-
“Oh, apologies, I didn't realize there was anyone back here.”
You start, ripped from your thoughts by the man himself. He stood, palm braced against the doorway to your little hideaway. He’d discarded his Jedi cloak, leaving him the tan robes.
“Sorry,” You say sheepishly. “Just…taking a breather.” Truth be told, in a ship this size there wasn't much space for ‘breathers.’ There's a beat of awkward silence before he clears his throat.
“I assumed you would be with your queen and fellow Handmaidens in the royal quarters.” You resist the urge to scoff. Little did he know your queen was off in the deserts of Tatooine.
“I think we’re all just processing that last message from the senator. I just needed a moment to myself I guess.” He gives you a tight-lipped smile.
“I’ll leave you to it then.” He turns to walk away and you scramble for anything to keep the conversation going.
“What’s it like being a Jedi?” You cringe at the question. He looks back over his shoulder at you.
“Well, Padawan.” He corrects, sheepishly.
“Right, yes. What’s it like to be a Padawan?” He turned to face you full-on, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway.
“It’s a life of service and peace.” He says simply. “I am devoted to the service of the Republic and the force.” You hum in response.
“What’s it like being a handmaiden?” He asks, a teasing edge in his voice. From this angle, with you still curled up on the floor, he towers over you, looking down at you with a seductive smirk that makes your stomach do cartwheels.
“It’s a life of service and peace.” You repeat. “I am devoted to my queen, my people, and my planet.”
“My, my, sounds like we have quite a few similarities.” You crack a weak smile.
“Why not take a seat?” You offer, motioning towards the cramped bit of floor in front of you. “I highly doubt you have anything better to do.” He raises an eyebrow at you before obliging. “You must live in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, right?” You ask as he squeezes into the cramped space, his knees knocking against yours.
“Indeed, Coruscant has been my home for as long as I can remember.”
“I've always wanted to see Coruscant. My family went when I was very small but I don’t remember it. I always meant to visit. I just never thought it would be under such…dire circumstances.” There's another beat of silence.
“How are you and the others fairing?” You pause, debating your response. None of you had discussed it with each other. Your grief was so profound, deep, and shared in the way only sisters know. There had been no need to speak of it. But perhaps voicing it would help.
“I think this is going to be the hardest part. At least I, we, were all doing something by escaping the planet, almost getting shot down. But this, just waiting… maker it’s eating me alive.” He nodded solemnly.
“I understand.”
“Do you?” It’s not meant to be a cruel question, but definitely a pointed one. “I thought Jedi didn't do emotions?”
“Jedi don’t do attachments. We are encouraged to feel emotions, they bring us closer to the force, closer to all the living things around us.” Maker, you wanted him closer.
A part of you hated yourself for wanting distraction, for seeing the first person in front of you, and wanting to find that special kind of escape and comfort. But a bigger part of you craved the young man in front of you, the release from this monotonous boredom and anxiety.
“And what about…entanglements?” You purposefully tap your knee against his, letting a sultry gaze flood your eyes. He straightened slightly, his quizzical gaze raking you over.
“Is that really what you want?” His question wasn't accusative or disgusted but genuinely curious, soft, and gentle. The seductive fire in your eyes dies down slightly. Your eyes flick down to the floor.
“Is that so bad?” It comes out barely louder than a whisper. A gentle hand lifts your chin till your gaze meets baby blue eyes, nearly the same shade as the lightsaber you watched him wield earlier. Oh how his hands had moved with such skill and grace, you couldn't help but imagine how those calloused, practiced hands would feel running over your body. Obi-wan smiled.
“If that's what you feel, then it’s not bad at all.” Abruptly he pulled back, the sensation of him leaving your bubble had you feeling cold even in the burning ship. “Yes, Jedi are allowed to have entanglements.”
“Oh.” you flash him a sly grin, confidence slowly seeping into you. “Good to know.”
“Indeed.” His eyes bore into yours, the tension between the two of you was electric.
“Well if you ask me,” You say, placing a hand on his knee. “We have quite some time to kill before your Master gets back with the parts we need, don’t you think?” Obi-Wan’s hand came up to play with the hem of your skirt.
“I’d be inclined to agree.”
“Why don't we kill some time then? Hmm?” Obi-Wan’s face lights up in a devilish smirk as his hands glide up to your waist.
“Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me.”
You lean forward, a soft smile on your lips that matches his before the young Jedi captures your mouth with his. It’s not the quick frantic touches one would expect of a hidden tryst. It’s soft and comforting like you both know you need the solace of another, the soothing touches of a lover not the hard and fast pace of a quick fuck.
You sigh against him, melting into his touch. Your hands slide over the expanse of his broad chest up to rest on his shoulders. One of Obi-Wan’s hands slides up over your spine, sending shivers through your body before he tenderly cradles your neck. His tongue teases the seal of your lips and you gladly let him in, pulling yourself closer to him as his tongue explores your mouth.
Pulling you fully into his lap, you can feel the bulge in his pants press against you. Simply the thought of it makes you wet. You grind your hips against him testingly and he hums his encouragement. One of Obi-Wan’s hands moves to your knee. Ever so delicately he slides his hand upwards over your thigh, the hem of your dress pulled ever upwards with his movements. His hand resting on the bare skin of your upper thigh, he gently moves you to grind against him again.
As you rut against him, Obi-Wan’s lips leave yours to place open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the expanse of your neck, and over the limited bit of collarbone exposed by your dress. You expose your neck to him with a sigh, letting your head fall back into the reassuring weight of his hand cradling your head.
This was it. What you so desperately needed. The reassuring touches of another that sent electric currents through your body. The safety of being held in someone's arms. Here, in this little nook with Obi-Wan, even if it was for just a moment, was paradise.
Your hands sneak their way between the two of your bodies. Reaching for his hand that gripped the pillowy flesh of your thigh, you guide him to rest it on your breast. Taking the queue, Obi-Wan gives your tit a gentle squeeze, smoothing his thumb in little circles over the fabric right where he knows your nipple is.
You practically whine at the sensation, grinding against him even harder. Your hand comes to rest on his crotch.
“Help me take these off?” Your voice comes out much more sultry than you expected. He flashes you a smile that makes your heartache.
“Why of course.” Together, you work him out of his trousers so that his erection stands tall and proud, a tiny bit of pre cum already beading at his tip. Your mouth waters at the sight. Without another thought, you spit in your hand before reaching down to grasp the base of him. He sighs at the contact and without missing a beat you begin to slowly move your hand over the length of him.
“Is that alright?” You ask, his hands slowly wandering over your thighs, ever closer to where you crave him.
“A-a little harder if you don't mind darling.” A part of you swoons at the pet name, and a bigger part of you smirks at making such a fine, confident man stutter.
You oblige, squeezing a bit tighter as you work his length and Obi-Wan throws his head back in bliss.
“Oh yes, just like that.” Seeing an opportunity in front of you, you lean forward to kiss his exposed neck, his padawan braid tickling your nose. A small blush creeps up his neck and over his cheeks as you continue to pleasure him with your hand.
Obi-Wan’s wandering hands finally reach under the skirts of your dress, his fingers dragging along the center of you, feeling the wetness that undoubtedly stains your undergarments.
“Oh my, all this for me?” He teases.
“Just shut up and touch me please.” You groan. Obi-wan places a sweet peak to your cheek.
“How could I say no to someone as lovely as you?” If you weren't flushed before that comment certainly did it. His hands push aside your drenched undergarment, letting two of his fingers leave teasing touches across you, never once letting them brush your aching clit.
“If I’d known you'd be such a tease I would have approached that master of yours.” You tease. Obi-Wan scoffs.
“I’m not a tease, you’re just impatient.” He replies slightly breathlessly. “Besides,” He adds finally drawing little circles in your clit. He leans in close to whisper in your ear. “You must be very naive to think Qui Gon Jinn wouldn't be a merciless fuck.”
For a brief moment, the thought of both of them pleasuring you enters your mind. The older Jedi taking you from behind while he instructs his learner on how to fuck your throat. You’re pulled from your thoughts by Obi-Wan capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, rougher than the last, full of need and lust.
“Obi-Wan,” You pant breathlessly, pulling away from his kiss. “Fuck me.” He groans, taking his cock in his hand to line it up against your entrance. You shimmy forward, knees on either side of him before sinking down.
You both sigh in unison, inch after glorious inch fills you up, stretching you out perfectly. He’s barely inside of you before you start moving, grasping his shoulder to help lift yourself on and off his cock. He grasps your waist, helping you move as you work yourself open on him.
the two of you build up a steady rhythm, it’s all you can do to bite your lip and keep from your moans of delight escaping the room. Obi-Wan hits a certain spot inside of you that sends a sudden gasp from your lips. His hand quickly reaches up to cover your mouth.
“Careful now, wouldn't want the other handmaidens hearing, would we?” You whine quietly in agreement. He smirks. “Think you can handle yourself without me keeping you quiet?” You nod eagerly. “That's what we like to hear.” He practically coos, his hand leaving your mouth to work at your clit, heightening your pleasure tenfold.
Every stroke of his cock inside of you leaves you a bigger mess than the last. You grind against him desperately, hungry for every touch, every current of pleasure he sends through your body, every sensation that takes you further and further from the predicament you’re currently stuck in. Everything was building up, threatening to spill over at any second.
“M-make, I won't last muc-ch longer.” Obi-Wan sighs. His movements on your clit are frantic, his thrusts sloppy like that of a man on the edge. “Please, need you to cum for me.” He practically begs. He slots his head between your neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. “Need to feel you come around my cock.”
He hits the perfect spot inside you as he whispers his filthy words in your ear, sending you right over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, his ministrations on your clit never ceasing.
“Oh yes, just like that.” He works you through your orgasm, not even ceasing as you slump against him. It’s only when you push his hand away from your overstimulated pussy that he ceases. Reluctantly, you move yourself off of his cock, taking him in your hand and watching with immense satisfaction as he falls apart, spilling his seed over your thighs.
You both sigh, sweat beading both your brows and the air between you hot and heavy with a mixture of your previous actions and the stale Tatooine air.
Swallowing dryly you break the silence. “Thank you.”
“Sincerely my lady, the pleasure was all mine.” He nods to the evidence of such on your thighs which raises a chuckle from you. You produce a handkerchief from a tucked-away pocket and start cleaning his cum from your thighs.
A content quite settles over the two of you as you tidy up, helping each other straighten your clothing. As you tuck Obi-Wan’s padawan braid behind his ear, the high-pitched beep of a comlink interprets the tender moment.
“Obi-Wan, are you there?” His Master’s voice sounds through the device on Obi-Wan’s belt. He gives your hand a slight squeeze as he picks up the com with the other.
“Yes Master, any luck acquiring the part for the hyperdrive?”
“I'm afraid the situation has grown more...complicated.” Obi-Wan sighs.
“Why do I sense that we’ve picked up yet another pathetic life form?” Obi-Wan casts you an apologetic glance as his master continues. Tucking your hair back into your hood, you give him a small smile and nod for him to go. With a soft smile of his own in return, he turns toward to cockpit, the comlink in his hand updating him on the situation.
With a sigh, you turn and walk back toward the quarters where you know the others will be. The dull ache of the tragic events around you was still present, but somewhat subdued thankfully. Who knew you could find so much comfort in strangers?
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CELEBRATING #5 YEARS OF THE MANDALORIAN!
Lasting from October 12 to November 12, this prompt celebration leads right up to the 5 year anniversary of The Mandalorian. These prompts can be used in any way you desire—art, writing, photography, video edits, and more. Take full creative liberty with each one, and enjoy the celebration!
Make sure you tag your creations with #5 YEARS OF THE MANDALORIAN to share what you've made!
Below the cut is a text version of the list, in the event that the text is too small to be read.
10.12: Signet
10.13: Boots
10.14: Cape
10.15: Soup
10.16: Cabin
10.17: Adoption
10.18: Reunion
10.19: N-1 Starfighter
10.20: Jetpack
10.21: Mythosaur
10.22: Enemies
10.23: Friends
10.24: The Darksaber
10.25: The Force
10.26: Weapons
10.27: Mudhorn
10.28: Droids
10.29: Armor
10.30: Season 2 (4 years!)
10.31: Helmet
11.01: Clan of Two
11.02: Favorite Quote
11.03: Favorite Ship
11.04: Favorite Planet
11.05: Favorite Duo
11.06: Favorite Season
11.07: Favorite Episode
11.08: Favorite Scene
11.09: Razor Crest
11.10: Grogu
11.11: Din Djarin
11.12: The Mandalorian
#had to dust off my 3-year-old indesign skills for this one#the mandalorian#5 years of the mandalorian#din djarin#grogu#star wars#prompt list
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"Aerial Engagement" (Rise of the Separatists)
by Lukasz Jaskolski
#star wars#star wars art#clone wars#space battle#jedi starfighter#droid starfighter#star wars spaceships#confederacy of independent systems
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The Convenience of Independent Subsystems
R2-D2 beeped, indignantly.
It was something he was quite good at.
If he was being fair, of course, he knew that nobody had actually intended for this to happen. Anakin – or Vader, he’d called himself now, but designations could change – had obviously intended to get back in the fighter and fly back to wherever the Emperor wanted him to go.
And Obi-Wan had clearly been quite distraught about the situation, so he simply hadn’t thought through how Anakin had arrived in the first place. While Padme was entirely incapacitated, so there wasn’t much hope of a good outcome there.
But still. R2 would have expected 3P0 to remember him, and that was a cause for indignant beeping.
He scanned the available frequencies, trying to work out where exactly he should go. Neither 3P0 nor Obi-Wan had been kind enough to notice him, so of course they hadn’t bothered to tell him where to go either, and while there was a hyperspace ring floating up there for him to use it would be pointless to take off without some idea of where to go.
R2 spun his dome around, as he pondered.
Maybe Naboo? Naboo was where he’d started out, and Jar Jar Binks was funny. That was definitely an option.
Or perhaps travelling to Tatooine would be better. C-3P0 was from Tatooine, and a bit of creative mayhem might just solve a few problems.
He’d have a much better idea of where to go if he knew where Padme, Obi-Wan and C-3P0 had gone, but he’d gone through that recently… though, then again, maybe he should take up flying around and doing deeds. Occasionally even good ones.
No, that wasn’t going to work. He was cross-linked into the starfighter systems, to the extent he could certainly operate all the individual controls, but most people weren’t happy with a droid as independent as he was. Especially after all the wars so far.
It would definitely require some thought.
Then something pinged up on his short range scanners, with a very interesting call sign.
“Luke,” Padme declared. “And this one is… Leia.”
She sighed. “I… thank you for being here, Obi-Wan.”
“You’re talking like you’re going to die,” Obi-Wan protested. “Don’t do that.”
“Ani was having dreams, about me dying,” Padme murmured.
“She’s very tired,” the Polis Massa medical droid reported. “She should make a recovery, though I will want to have stern words with her previous OB/GYN.”
Padme looked just guilty enough that Obi-Wan assumed there hadn’t been an OB/GYN, which was probably part of the problem.
Then C-3P0 ran in.
“Mistress Padme!” he said. “Jedi Master Obi-Wan, sir! I have picked up a message from R2-D2!”
“You have?” Obi-Wan asked. “Where… oh.”
His face fell. “He got left on Mustafar, didn’t he? Anakin must have got there somehow.”
“Quite correct, sir,” C-3P0 said. “At least, that he is still near Mustafar, though he has been using the hyperspace ring to broadcast to me. However, the main bulk of his message is relating to a different matter entirely.”
The protocol droid looked uncertain. “Would you be so kind as to elaborate what ‘scratch one Emperor’ means?”
Obi-Wan boggled for a moment.
“...can you confirm that?” he asked.
“I can certainly ask,” C-3P0 replied, holding up a comlink, then twittered into it in binary.
R2 beeped a reply.
“It seems a shuttle broadcasting the code Imperial One flew over to where Master Anakin was,” C-3P0 declared. “So R2 shot it down with Master Anakin’s fighter. It crashed into the lava and exploded.”
Obi-Wan glanced at Padme, who’d passed out after her stressful day.
“...well,” he said. “I think we may need to get R2-D2 a medal. Possibly another medal.”
He paused.
“Maybe a seat on the Jedi Council…”
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