#educorps

[kalevalakryze]

Baylan Skoll was never chosen to be a padawan, in this essay I will...

(this is only going to look familiar to a handful of you)

Warning, long post below with excerpts + notes about "The Jedi Path" by Daniel Wallace

"Everybody thinks they know what a Jedi is-that we all serve in the Army of the Light and fight the Sith Lords, or that we're all lightsaber battlemasters and starfighter aces. It just isn't so. Jedi can serve the Republic in other ways too. The Jedi Service Corps is an honorable alternative for any graduating Initiate, and he or she should be proud to serve among its ranks. When most initiates hit early adolescence, they seek to pair up with Masters to begin their Padawanship apprenticeships. If you are not selected, then what? You can try again the following season, but eventually, the Temple Instructors may tell you that you've run out of chances-and then the Reassignment Council steps in. So I'm thinking there was just something Baylan couldn't get; Maybe even the connection to a Jedi Master, he just didn't seem like the kind of Jedi that should have been on the battlefront, he was more of a homebody Jedi, like Yoda, or even Jocasta Nu. Maybe, after failing so often, the Reassignment Council steps in, and I see him joining the Educational branch, staying at the temple to help teach and to help in the archives, one of these devouts of the pillar of knowledge. A Note in the Book From Palpatine: "I imprisoned the surviving Jedi Service Corps Members on Byss. Even the strongest were easy to turn to the dark side." Maybe Baylan was one of these survivors, and while it's clear he didn't go full dark, what did he have to do to survive? Knowing that the younglings he'd so caringly guided were lost to the Force, that the world he'd devoted himself to studying and understanding was gone, and that this new world was just dark, and it was an 'adapt or die' situation The Jedi Path section about the EduCorps: The Education Corps, or EduCorps, consists of Scholars, teachers, and archivists. All Jedi are expected to be teachers to some degree, but the EduCorps goes far beyond that. They work under the supervision of the Temple's Chief Librarian and spend most of their days cataloging and translating. So my thoughts here are, as an archivist who spends his days combing through Jedi Holocrons, he would hear about the Mother, or Abeloth, would read about these Mortis Gods and have an intimate understanding. And when the Jedi were killed, he could recall these stories, he was the last one alive who'd ever heard them from the holocrons, after all. He would be able to remember the powers these holocrons detailed the gods as having, would trust that if anyone could save their history, it would be them, but only the Mother sounds powerful enough to stop the Empire. Finding Shin was a mistake. He was no Master, after all. He'd been granted the rank of General in the republic like all the others, yet he didn't command an army, he worked in libraries and traveled to conquered/liberated worlds to read their texts and to enter their stories into the history of the republic. He goes to a planet in the expansion zone, and he meets a child, there are so few left in this world, no one for him to share his stories with, that when she displays force sensitivity, he takes her, just as the Jedi had done to younglings all those years ago. And he trains her, he gives her a Padawan's braid and he calls her Initiate, and when it's time for her Initiate Trials, he is happy to accept her as his Padawan, like no one had ever done for him. And Shin is so attentive and an amazing student, just like the younglings in the temple, but he cannot burden her with the knowledge of Abeloth. Does not want to ruin the perception he knew she was creating of the Jedi, but he also keeps her training limited, 'The old ways led them to ruin so we will create our own,' 'yes,master' etc etc

[dixieconley]

Order 66 goes out:

AgriCorps: Fuck this shit.  ::calls ExploraCorps:: Hey bro, can we get a lift?

EduCorps: We can take 'em!  Let us at 'em!

AgriCorps: Not if they bomb us from orbit.

EduCorps: Bro!  Need a lift!

MedCorps: We have a duty to the individual…

ExploraCorps: Yeah, yeah, we're on our way.  Edu, Agri, coordinate with my folks and find us a place to live.  Med, you're coming with us or you're dead.  You can't help anyone if you're dead.  Which will it be? MedCorps: ...with you.

And they disappear quietly in the night, stealing any loose Jedi, orphans and supplies as they go.  (They do leave their loose change, though.  Not much use for Republic credits after all.)

Quietly except for a parting message.

AgriCorps: So long, folks, and thanks for all the parting gifts of attempted genocide against our people. Cool flex, but we're outie. Best of luck feeding yourselves, teaching yourselves, healing yourselves or mapping your hyperlanes! May the Force be with you, because we sure as hell won't!

headcanon that any planet/area with a significant AgriCorps population was just carpet bombed from orbit when O66 hit

it's two birds with one stone

one, you *really* do not want to fight a ground assault against people who can and will use the very ground against you. (fighting a guerilla war against the AgriCorps must be the nightmare of every in-universe general)

and two, with the AgriCorps gone, a lot of worlds are heavily reliant on the goodwill of the Empire. can't run a rebellion on an empty stomach. also, with a higher poverty rate, big families would be more inclined to send their children to military academies, benefitting the Empire's war machine doubly

[dapurinthos]

oh star wars insider 199 if only you were the latest thing published and, thus, would be þee moste canonical according to the hierarchy because your wording is very suggestive (though an impossibility, given the whole “some days he’s lucid, others I find him curled up in a ball in his quarters” from dooku: jedi lost).

(the possibility of a point in time where jocasta nu, sifo-dyas, and dooku were on the high council at the same time, raised by this 2020 article is stupendous)

[vodika-vibes]

Rynn: can I explore now? 🥺

Delta squad: no. We gotta complete the mission first, babe.

Delta squad and their Jedi wife are my new roman empire and I love their adventures

Rynn and Delta squad are relationship goals, lol

She's also half Indiana Jones and half Lara Croft.

"Babe? What's the difference between Grave robbing and archeology?" Scorch asks. Rynn scowls at him, "Your question is making me uncomfortable." Sev looks up from his datapad, "Answer the question, grave robber."

[combatbootsanddreams]

I want the Jedi temple to have a radio station. Like we know radio stations exist in star wars, we've seen them (ie: In the Rishi station episode) and I think the Jedi should have a local radio station with different Jedi news programs. Whats going on in the senate, new research the medic corps or educorps just came out with. There's a creche hour where the younglings get to write up and present their own stories. Investigative journalism! Fluff pieces about Jedi theater or music or something. Quiz games. There's a shout out every time someone makes it to the rank of knight or master.

When the war starts Jedi flip to the station to hear a reminder of home. Their clone commanders put it on to remind their Jedi to keep up hope, that this is what they're fighting for. The Jedi give the clones a news segment to talk about whatever they want. New trends, armor paint, weapon tips, they have a call in portion and it gets wild---they have to make a rule that you can't call in from an active battlefield.

The rebellion uses the same station numbers for their pirate radio.

[shadowmaat]

Jedi Service Corps

The Legends-fueled propaganda of "bad students get sent to the Agricorp/Services" has always bothered me. First of all, forcing kids into a career not of their choosing isn't the best way to encourage them to perform well.

The Services in general seem to get a bad rap, and TBH it's kind of bizarre to assume that every kid who winds up being taken in by the Jedi wants to grow up to be a cop. LOL!

There is so much untapped potential being ignored, and even within the four pseudo-canon branches there's a lot to explore.

Agriculture. Farmers Without Borders. LOL! It isn't just about growing plants, it's about analyzing trends, understanding ecosystems, geology, climatology, politics, etc. There's mechanical engineering so you know how to fix the machines that do the hardest labor (often illegally, given corporate software locks and so forth). Probably a lot of fiddly stuff with plant genetics, too, given similar issues with seed corporations.

Being Jedi, I'm sure they're also aware of the need to include "ornamental" plants to help with the emotional welfare of hurting/devastated populations.

Education. This field must be fucking wild. Sure, you have your future creche masters and archivists, but I imagine there are those who do public outreach, too, and go to schools to teach kids about what the Jedi do beyond waving laser swords. There's probably also a need for teachers in isolated/rural areas to help with basic things like reading, writing, and maths. Ditto areas devastated by wars and natural disasters, where kids need a safe distraction from trauma. I bet Educorp and Agricorp team up more often than people might think.

There's also the sheer variety of topics. Even something basic like history will have a wide net. Galactic history, region-specific, planetary, etc. And then there's the arts. Music, singing, dance, physical media, holo media, theatre, and so much more. There will be differences between species, understanding what they need to know, how they learn best, and what their aging process is like. Teachers to cover the full range of mortal maturity, from teaching toddlers to old-timers. And don't get me started on teaching "forbidden" topics in repressive communities.

Medical. LOL. Every. Single. Species. And often subtypes between them. So many specialists needed. And again, you probably have a number that specialize in helping in disaster areas. Hello, Educorp, let's help teach these people how to best care for themselves. Maybe Agricorp can help with showing folks how to purify their air and water. There must be SO many diseases, some of which have inoculations and so that don't. And again, figuring ways to smuggle medicine and supplies to those who need it despite the extortionist rates corporations charge. Repairing faulty equipment, finding work-arounds when the parts aren't there. Triage. Using the Force to help heal is all well and good, but sometimes they still have to get hands-on.

Even with non-emergency stuff, I imagine they're still kept busy. The idea of a Jedi "country doctor" settled in some remote area sounds delightful. Communities that get "lost" in the shuffle or otherwise overlooked. Veterinary medicine as a sub-specialty.

Jedi having a special "knack" for determining what's wrong with someone, finding early warning signs before it's too late, etc. Comforting the dying. Comforting the survivors. ALL the mental health stuff and neurodivergence.

Exploration. Jedi Starfleet. LOL! It isn't all about discovering new worlds, though. Sometimes it's rediscovering planets and cultures that have been forgotten. Charting new hyperlane routes and hoping the end doesn't pop you out in the middle of a star.

I betcha you could fold so many things into this one. Botany. Archaeology. Xenoanthropology. Medicine, of course, since new worlds/people means new poisons, venoms, and diseases. New or ancient languages? It'd help to have someone around who could work on translating. Diplomats to help you talk to people. Geologists. Zoologists. A bit of everything.

Sure, there'd be room for solo missions, but I imagine there'd be bigger ships that they'd launch from. A place to come back to so the brains can pore over everything you brought back and see what they can determine from it. And big ships (or any ships really) means pilots, engineers, general crew, logistics, and all those fun things.

Anyway, I can see plenty of room for additional corps, too, but of the ones that get mentioned in Legends there's still a huge playing field.

[lightsaber-dorphin]

Jedi Order Corps and Subdivisions

More of my worldbuilding for the inner structure of the Jedi Order. This time focusing on the Corps and the schools of thought/ roles within the Order.

Some of these are canon, others are my own creation. The Jedi consolidating to one temple on Coruscant during the Ruusan Reformation is canon, but I’ve taken my own liberties with it. Without further ado, lore!

Prior to the Ruusan Reformation, there were a number of independent denominations of the Jedi. Most of them merged into one order based in the Coruscant temple during what was called the Reunification.

Many denominations had different ideas of what a Jedi should be/ how they should use their powers. As a result, Jedi from certain traditions tended towards certain jobs within the reunified order. The corps and their branches formed as a result of certain traditions and teachings being passed down by Jedi who occupied certain roles.

The corps aren’t administrative divisions. Individual Jedi have their corps and branch affiliation listed on file as a marker of what they specialize in/ what they’re trained to do. Jedi are selected for missions based on their corps and the specifics of the mission, and answer to whichever body sent them on the mission. (see my Jedi Order Bureaucratic Structure)

Reunified Jedi Order:

One permanent location on Coruscant

Wayfinders:

Wandering Jedi who are technically members of the Order & follow its precepts but don't answer to the Council

Nonspecific:

Individual members can and do have corps/ division affiliations, but the group as a whole doesn't have a corps/ division affiliation

Usually part of the Sentinels or EduCorps

People aren’t selected to be trained for these jobs it’s all volunteer work

A lot of people do it part-time or for short periods, but a few folks make it their permanent gig

Maintenance workers:

Sometimes someone says “what if instead of going on missions I patched all the holes in our drywall” and why would they stop them

Lots of part-time volunteers

Most are Sentinels, because their philosophy encourages learning random useful skills

Quartermasters:

Distribute supplies

The Order buys stuff in bulk and then Jedi pick it up from the quartermasters office

Kitchenmasters:

Jedi way of saying chef

Transport mechanics:

Do you know a Car Person? Imagine if they were a monk.

Accountants:

The most dedicated to preserving the Jedi way of life of any group in the Order

Without these unthanked warriors the Jedi Order would’ve been destroyed by late-stage capitalism

Most are Lore Keepers

Lawyers:

Usually hired from the outside

Inspired by "Jedi Counsel” on ao3

Sometimes a Jedi goes to law school

Temple Guards:

Protect the temple and are its first responders

Based on the lore from "Nameless"

Very connected to the living force within the temple

A little spooky!

Education Corps:

Advance in rank via academic achievement

Maven is the title equivalent to Knight

Can have multiple padawans at one time (but usually don’t)

Lore Keepers:

Strongly believe in the importance of academics

Believe knowledge is the path to connection with the Force

Based on "The Librarian's Lineage"

Preceptors:

Teaching is hugely important to the Jedi, and all Jedi teach & learn how to teach to some degree, but for Preceptors it’s their main focus

Like the MedCorps it has a lot of transfers

Normal Preceptors:

Classroom teachers

Have formal education training

Either work for the Department of Classes or the Department of Primary Classes

DoC and DoPC are roughly the same thing, except the DoPC is for the general education classes all Jedi take as children and the DoC is for elective and continuing education classes

Battlemasters:

Teach lightsaber classes

Have formal education training

Inspired by "Careless to Let It Fall" on ao3

Main differences are that there’s more than one & they take education classes

Crèchemasters:

One lead crèchemaster and two-ish assistant crèchemasters per every 6-ish younglings

Formal training in early childhood education

Must serve as an assistant crèchemaster before being a lead crèchemaster

Assistant crèchemasters are from "aphelion" on ao3

Exploration Corps:

One-on-one apprenticeships

Rarely in the temple (unless they have a padawan, when they’re required to be there more often)

Usually have a bed in a communal room at the temple instead of their own apartment

Use Knight title. Yes this is sometimes confusing

Vanguards:

Wandering explorers/ patrol the galaxy

Instead of responding to specific requests they visit places & are available if anyone wants their help

Specific purpose is to make sure the Jedi don’t neglect/ are unaware of certain parts of the galaxy just because it hasn’t requested Jedi aid in a while

Seekers:

Find potential Jedi and offer them a place in the Order

Bond with new initiates and ease their transition into the Order

Archaeologists:

Expertise in Force-temple ruins

An undead Sith~ sleeping in your bed. Who you gonna call? Ghost! Busters!

Work closely with the Lore Keepers

Most likely to become Wayfinders or leave the Order (by percentage not numbers)

“Former Jedi who got really interested in a niche of archaeology without many Force-related ruins” is a thing in the archaeology community

They can work on normal digs but the Senate won’t approve sending them/ use of Jedi funds

Medical Corps:

MedCorps padawans are very rare. Most members transfer in from another corps

Student healers from other corps have a healing mentor in charge of their healer training, separate from their lineage-master

Healer is the equivalent title to Knight. Healers-in-training are called Student Healers, no matter what their rank is

Knight Corps:

Knights being a fifth corps

This is the corps we see most in canon

One-on-one apprenticeships, Knight title

Guardians:

Focus on fighting abilities & lightsaber combat

Consulars:

Negotiators, ambassadors, diplomats

Focus on Force abilities

Sentinels:

Focus on non-Jedi skills such as hacking

Considered a midpoint between Guardians and Consulars

Shadows:

Jedi spies

Answer to the High Council

Watchfolk:

Permanent/ long-term posting within a system

Agriculture Corps:

Focus on nature-related abilities

Grow most of the food for the Order

Very involved in disaster relief work

Rarely in the temple & usually have a bed in a communal room instead of a personal room

Have long-term postings & typically get settled there

Padawans are assigned to a group rather than an individual

Maven is the Knight-equivalent title

The chapter that inspired this whole project

Terraformers:

Large-scale Force usage

Can revitalize uninhabitable areas

Use the Force to rapidly speed up regrowth, kickstart life on planets where there is none, etc.

Conservationists:

Don’t believe in using the Force on the scale that Terraformers do

Use the Force to help individual plants grow, stave off rot and parasites, connect with animals, etc.

Beastmasters:

Creature specialists

Force-sensitive animal control

Inspiration

[jedi-enthusiasm-blog]

The Many Names of Peace (pt.1/?): Mercy

Inspired by Why We Did Nothing by BairnSidhe

Part I | Part II

CONTENT WARNINGS: THE RUUSAN REFORMATION AND HOW IT PUT THE JEDI IN A TERRIBLE PLACE, MANDALORIAN-JEDI HISTORY AFTER THE RUUSAN REFORMATION WHICH INCLUDES PADAWAN HUNTING. THIS INCLUDES:

Cultural genocide (discussed in detail). The Ruusan Reformation is made much worse here, and the Dral'han/Excision is also commented upon.

Child murder (discussed). Padawan hunting, and how Mandalorians killed children and took braids and beads as trophies.

Corpse desecration (discussed in detail). Lightsabers and Padawan braids and beads are taken from their owners. I realize this doesn't seem important for many of us, but it's very important for the Jedi.

Systematic identity erasure of a mixed race character (discussed). Tarre Vizla's Jedi status is barely known by Mandalorians because House Vizla treated it like a dirty secret.

Please mind your headspaces.

"If you hate genocide so much, where were your people at the Dral'han?" Terith asks with a scoff.

The Jetii stops muttering and goes still. Slowly, she turns, with a movement too fluid for a human. She's shorter than them, very slim and apparently frail, and her blond —almost white— hair is tied in a braided bun. Her eyes, which are a glowing emerald green, are burning.

"Where were we? You're asking me why we did nothing when your people were attacked?" The kage Jedi asks the Mandalorian with a soft tone of voice and a polite nod, looking almost like a respected jaieh accepting a padawan's question.

It is not.

Underneath their buy'ce, Terith's lips curl at her words, at her threat.

Zahara begins to move from one side of the room to another. It's too controlled to be called pacing, but the tension is visible in her movements.

"Not all Jedi are human. In fact, most aren't. There are species with very long lifespans and, considering Force-sensitives tend to live a few decades longer than others of their species, two hundred is far from an uncommon age among Jedi" The Jetii doesn't seem to be answering their furious question at first. "We were not there, Mandalorian, because every sitting member of the High Council during the genocide of your people remembered how Mandalore reacted when they came for us, first."

Drovan, her crechemate, her enishee, her brother of the soul, was a member of the EduCorps. He hadn't wanted to be a Knight, done the math, and decided to free up a space for somebody else. In particular, he was fascinated by the History of the Order. Zahara remembers quiet nights, when she was at the Temple resting after a taxing mission, when she Drovan used to sit down on comfortable cushions and her closest sibling rambled about what he was learning.

She's heard him ranting about the Ruusan Reformation, and the cruel limitations it places on her people even now. She's read it herself, once she began her Shadow training, learning every single restriction in search for loopholes that could be exploited to make the Order's job and life easier.

Her people's memories are long. Kages remember. The Jedi remember. Zahara remembers.

"They vividly remembered when the Republic we served brought down our Temples, when they took us from our homes, when they tried to destroy a whole branch of our Order" Zahara lists, voice cold and eyes blazing, "when they took our armor, our back-up and defenses, when they stole everything but our Lightsabers… and when your people laughed and called it easy hunting."

The Mandalorian pride in Terith's heart wants to protest, to deny the Jetii's words. But she speaks like a scholar in a subject she's clearly well versed in, like a grieving verd mourning the violence against her people they'd known nothing about.

History isn't always kind, Mandalorian history in particular rarely is, but it's always worth learning from. It's something Kyr'tsad and the extremists among the Nu'Mando'ade don't understand, and Terith refuses to make their same mistakes.

So, they swallow the growing lump in their throat, ignore the stone sinking in their stomach and try to listen.

Zahara's voice begins to break away from the calm, even tones of a teacher, and slowly fall into the ragged tones of soul-crushing grief. Her breath becomes shallow and rapid, and air gets stuck in her throat. Still, she continues.

"The Republic had been destroying us for two hundred years by the time of the orbital bombardment on Mandalore, and in that time, the number of Lightsabers and Padawan braids and beads seen on Mandalorian armor as trophies skyrocketed" The Jetii hisses, spitting the word trophies with the same venom he would use to say hut'tuunla or demagolka. "We were trapped, betrayed and dying… and your people murdered our young and desecrated our corpses, and had the nerve to carry the stolen lives of our kin as proof."

The air grows colder, a sharpness in it that's as familiar as her own reflection. The galaxy around her sings with promises of vengeance, of justice. Justice for her enishee, justice for Feemor and his charges, justice for Jaieh Ta'ra's murdered Padawan, for the all Jedi dead during the Mandalorian sack of the Anohrah, for the bastardization of Jaieh Tarre Vizla's story and the systematic erasure of his Jedi identity, for all the Jedi younglings dead at Mandalorian hands.

Not against the Mandalorian that did any of those things, but against a Mandalorian, anyhow.

"Your people sacked the Temple, stole the life and soul of a respected Jedi Master, got two of his Padawans murdered, erased every single hint of his Jedi upbringing, and perverted everything he stood for in life, all because he happened to be Mandalorian as well."

The song reaches a crescendo, the highest notes she's ever heard in a Force song, making her ears ring. The melody sounds off-key, and the final notes become loud and insufferable high-pitched screams. Zahara grits her teeth, and breathes in deeply. The xari in the air slowly dissapears.

She will not take revenge.

She's a Jedi, and revenge is not the Jedi way.

She will not Fall. She will not let her anger act upon her and betray everything she, Drovan, Feemor, Ta'ra and her Padawan, Tarre Vizla and his Padawans have ever stood for.

Zahara will not take revenge because it's not what Drovan would have wanted. It's not what any Jedi would want.

She will not take revenge because it's not as useful and satisfying as the thores of passion lead you to believe.

This Mandalorian is innocent. They haven't done anything wrong. They're angry about their people's genocide and rightfully so. They're ignorant, and ignorance can be fixed.

Words, the sharing of knowledge, bringing understanding when there was previously none. Those are her greatest weapons, and she can wield them freely and with as much efficiency as a Lightsaber.

Terith is frozen in place, mind racing with the desire to be anywhere else, away from this hurting, angry sorceress that sees them as an enemy. The manda in their chest screams, in offense or the pain of dishonor Terith isn't sure.

They wish their buy'ce was recording. That way they could investigate the Jetii's claims.

Everyone and their mother has heard the rumors about the Jetiise. Sorcerers from the Core that don't reproduce like other beings, but take children from their parents and train them to be as emotionless as droids, beings that beat all the love and concern for others out of themselves because they believe attachment is a weakness.

Terith believed them, once.

Now Terith doesn't know what to believe. The Jetii speaks with too much knowledge and pain to be lying, nobody can fake that well, and the air around them both is mournfully singing as the truth of her words sink into the depths of their runi.

Zahara breathes out slowly. Still hurt, but… determined not to Fall, not to take out her grief and anger on someone who's done nothing wrong.

"So" the kage Jedi flashes a polite but completely unfriendly smile, "why did we do nothing when they came for your world?"

Within their battered heart, stung with the pain of dishonor, with the stain on the manda itself, Terith knows the answer before the Jetii says a word.

"We did nothing because Jedi are merciful, Mandalorian."

(Notes under the cut)

Dai Bendu

Jaieh — Jedi Master (rank and role).

Padawan — apprentice, learner, student. Lit "the one who learns". Please picture a Jedi hearing a politician saying "Padawan learner", and containing the urge to eye twich.

Enishee — crechemate.

Anohrah — Jedi Temple, home. Before the Ruusan Reformation used to refer to the Temple the speaker was from.

Xari — darkness, the Dark Side of the Force.

Mando'a

Jetii(se) — Jedi (add 'se' at the end to make the plural).

Buy'ce — helmet.

Verd — warrior.

Kyr'tsad — Death Watch, lit "death society".

Nu'Mando'ade — New Mandalorians.

Hut'tuunla — coward. Very harsh insult.

Demagolka — someone who commits atrocties, a real-life monster, a war criminal - from the notorious Mandalorian scientist of the Old Republic, Demagol, known for his experiments on children, and a figure of hate and dread in the Mando psyche

Manda — collective soul of the Mandalorians.

Runi — spirit, soul of the individual.

Zahara is a kage Jedi Knight, officially a Sentinel and a Finder, which is used to explain why she can be in places she isn't supposed to and bust slave rings without prior Senate authorization. Unofficially, however, she's a Shadow. It's common practice for the Jedi to register Shadows as Finders in order to give them more freedom of action.

Terith is a Mandalorian bounty hunter, but they're very picky about their jobs and have interest in medicine, particularly "mind-healing". They were born in a New Mandalorian family but found greater calling to Jaster and the True Mandalorians and switched allegiance once they were of age. They are mildly Force-sensitive, not enough to become a Jedi and only gives them good instincts.

The Dral'han is the orbital bombardment of Mandalore done by the Galactic Republic in roughly 800BBY. The Republic used Jedi ships, but there were no Jedi involved. Mandalorians believed the Jedi were guilty at first, but the truth was uncovered only a decade later.

Dai Bendu is not my creation. It's a colang, although the story of the language is something I made up. Dai Bendu is the language spoken by the Order of Dai Bendu and, later on, the Jed'aii Order. It fell out of use after the Jedi joined the Republic in 25,000BBY, but came back in full swing during the Jedi-Sith Wars when it was very useful to speak a language the enemy couldn't understand.

I don't know if it's canon, but in this story Force-sensitives live longer than the average of their species. Those who aren't trained only live a little longer (a decade in humans), but for those who, like the Jedi, have training that lifespan increases (three to four decades in humans).

"Free up a space". Taken from the Jedi Apprentice series, where Jedi age out at thirteen and there are limited Masters, and where those who aren't chosen are sent to the Corps. Drovan knew he didn't want to be a Knight, so he requested to be sent to the Corps as soon as possible to give the chance of becoming a Knight to someone who actually wanted to be one. Unlike Jedi Apprentice, however, this is an imposition from the Ruusan Reformation, and the Jedi try to bend this rule as much as possible.

Kages' memories begin forming almost at birth. Zahara remembers with vivid detail most of her life. She's doing an alliteration: she remembers because she's a kage and because she is a Jedi.

This is the "Ruusan Reformation but make it worse" AU:

"Brought down our Temples". The Ruusan Reformation demanded the centralization of the Jedi Order. Therefore, all Jedi were forced to move to Couruscant, and their other Temples were either destroyed or repurposed.

"Took us from our homes." Although Terith doesn't know it, Zahara is being redundant. The word for Jedi Temple in Dai Bendu also means home. She's putting enphasis on how painful it was for the Jedi to lose their homes.

"Tried to destroy a whole branch of our Order." The Shadows were supposed to be dissolved after the Ruusan Reformation was signed. However, the Jedi managed to keep training Shadows in secret.

The Jedi used to have weapons, armor and many defenses besides their Lightsabers, but the Ruusan Reformation ordered their demilitarization and "demilitarization". Among the things they lost were the right to carry their birth cultures' sacred armor and weapons. A Mandalorian Jedi wouldn't be allowed to have armor, for example.

Mandalorians tend to take trophies from their enemies after a battle. This is done both for, well, bragging rights and to respect the memory of a worthy opponent (similar to their remembrances for their fallen comrades). However, the bragging rights part can overshadow the respect for a worthy opponent part, and many Mandalorians hunt down defenseless "enemies" to steal important objects from them. The Jedi in particular were a favored target for these… individuals, seeing as they had no armor, only carried one weapon and were usually alone or in pairs because that's how the Senate decided to send them in missions. The victims were usually Padawans, hence the name Padawan Hunts.

Tarre Vizla's story shows the greatest difference between how Jedi and Mandalorians (at least in that era) treat different cultures and double cultured children. The Jedi don't hide that Tarre Vizla was Mandalorian, everyone knows that he left the Order to rule Mandalore, and know what happened to his armor and what he wanted to happen to his body and Lightsaber. However, Mandalorians either don't know or refuse to recognize Tarre Vizla's Jedi status.

"Sacked the Temple". Tarre Vizla left his armor to his Clan and his Lightsaber to the Jedi. When he died, he wanted to be burned in the Temple (both cultures burn their death, so little to no issue here) and his ashes to be spread on Mandalore. House Vizla, however, did the equivalent of spitting on Tarre's funeral pyre and sacked the Temple to steal the Darksaber.

"Stole the life and soul of a respected Jedi Master". Tarre Vizla was a Jedi, and the Darksaber is his life. House Vizla, however, had no respect for their relative's other culture and did the worst thing they could do to him: killing and hurting his Jedi family, and stealing a sacred item they knew was sacred.

I headcanon that Tarre Vizla had three Padawans. He finished the incomplete training of the first because their Master died, did the whole training of the second and got promoted to Master as a result, and only started the training of the third before he went to his home planet to unite Mandalorians against the Sith Empire. Two of them were killed during House Vizla's sack of the Temple.

"Erased every hint of his Jedi upbringing." House Vizla replaced the Jedi Order symbol on Tarre's armor with the symbol of House Vizla, refused to acknowledge Tarre's desire to be remembered as a Jedi and forbade anyone from speaking about his Jedi status, and never say that the Darksaber is actually a regular Lightsaber they stole.

"Perverted everything he stood for." Lightsabers are a Jedi's life, hold their souls in the same way beskar'gam holds a Mandalorian's. Tarre. Ever since it was stolen, the Darksaber has been used as a symbol of authoritarian and tyrannical leadership, warmonging, imperialism and military violence. It's so fucked up that the crystal is beginning to break (the white cracks, originally the Darksaber was pure black) and, had those who held it been trained Force-sensitives, the crystal would have bled.

Terith doesn't know they're Force-sensitive, but they know their instincts are rarely wrong, and they can feel the honesty and grief coming from Zahara in waves. They don't doubt her precisely because they know she's not lying, she's seeing things as she sees them and, even if she's wrong, it's something Terith believes to be worth looking into.

[wandering-wizardry]

Order 66 and the inquisitors afterward wiped out the Knight Corps of the Jedi Order very effectively, but I wonder how the other 4 branches made it.

AgraCorp: Literal sitting ducks. They would have presumably been gathered in certain places and would have been bombed from orbit while the planet was swept for stragglers. <1% survive.

EduCorp: You know how most Masters died for their padawans? This is that but they have even less of a chance. 1-2% Survive.

KnightCorp: We've seen this one. A year or two after the order the survival rate is at maybe 5%.

MediCorp: Scattered, good reason for the local to want to hide them. Most of the doctors on more remote worlds survive. Sorry to the core world guys. I'd say ~20% survival rate.

ExploreCorp: Some of these guys don't even know something is wrong until their supply drops don't show up. These are the field researchers and surveyor of the Jedi who spend all their time in wild space. Most of them peace out. >50% survival rate.

[captainmazzic]

As Shalo Vakh keyed open the final heavy door, he was greeted by the chime of shifting chains as the Sith Lord raised his head.

Shalo swallowed hard and his grip on the medical kit he carried tightened enough to whiten his knuckles. The tips of his lekku flicked and twitched in anticipation of flight, the myriad of rings hooked through them jingling faintly through the tiny room, betraying his nervousness. But other than the steady stare he received from the Sith, there was no other indication of movement, hostile or not. He took one of the bravest steps forward of his life, and let the door slide shut behind him.

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Meet Shalo Vakh, he's the other main character in the new (short) story Like a Fine Wine, which I've been actively working on pretty much any hour I'm not asleep or at work, lol.

Shalo is a Twi'lek, originally from Belsavis, born to prisoners there so therefore a prisoner himself and according to Republic law it is illegal for him to leave the prison planet. But the Jedi Order does have its privileges, so when Dr. Neeya discovered a Force-sensitive child among the Condemned, he dutifully notified the Order. Someone was sent to pick Shalo up (Despite the protests of Warden Playt and Senator Tudos, who would have loved to have used Shalo in Project Noble Focus, however skewed it would have made their results). Shalo was taken to Coruscant for initial training, but moved to Tython after the Sacking of Coruscant. His final trials were supposed to include the clearing out of Flesh Raider settlements in part, but Shalo failed quite spectacularly - partly because he is not very strong in the Force, and partly because of flat-out refusal. He made an attempt to leave the Order, but was informed that since it was illegal for him to exist off Belsavis without the Order's support, he would be shipped back to the prison planet. His only other choice was one of the Jedi Service Corps. He initially joined MedCorps, but after an incident involving the "unauthorized use of Republic supplies on an enemy combatant", he was kicked out of MedCorps and given a final chance in EduCorps instead. Now he spends most of his time copying and transferring archives from waystations and outposts back to Coruscant. Usually it's dull, tedious work, but his most recent mission has taken a very unexpected hard left with the sudden appearance of a certain Sith Lord, and now everything's been turned on its head. :3

I'm on track to finish the whole fic by or before the end of August. I've mentioned before that it's set in the same time frame as Opening Dialogue, but this one is definitely more slashy. I don't know if it'll be anyone else's cup of tea but I, for one, am having a blast XD

[toschestationed]

Knockout Ch. 23

Chapter Summary:

Dechipping and sci-fi pseudoscience commence while Jesse's situation is hopefully resolved.

Ch. 23: Midichlorians are the Powerhouse of the Force:

Head spinning dizzily, Captain Rex let out a heavy sigh as he laid back on his bed in the Halls of Healing. Thankfully, it wasn’t as bad as he thought it’d be, and the bruises were mostly for show, but the Jedi healers had figured out how to put some force protections around his mind, just in case anyone went looking further and discovered his knowledge of the inhibitor chips. That, more than anything, had made him want to sleep for a week. 

A lot had happened in the last day–kriff, in the last week, and his head would be spinning even without the force osik and near-concussion he’d gotten from General Windu’s carefully-applied use of shatterpoints, giving him an alibi for his absence over the last rotation. Honestly, he was surprised he wasn’t feeling any worse. 

But with his alibi in place and his troopers secure in the Jedi’s Halls of Healing, he could almost give in to the urge to let go of consciousness… not quite, but almost.

While he’d been recovering from his ordeal, the Jedi had been at work removing the inhibitor chips from Sterling, Sev, and the other troopers they’d left in Medbay, excluding Jesse, who had stayed conscious throughout his stay and stubbornly refused any attempts at medical care. 

The last attempted interaction with Jesse had ended with him straining against his restraints, practically snapping at the Jedi Healers in true stubborn form. “We can go round and round in this circle if you want. I ain’t agreeing to anything.”

After that, they’d decided to leave him be for now.

At some point, the ARC-hopeful would have to sleep, and that’s when General Windu would attempt his shatterpoint manipulation to nullify the chip. The healers had come to a consensus that this was the least invasive decision while still respecting Jesse’s wishes as much as possible– especially with the knowledge that his decision-making was heavily influenced by his inhibitor chip. Technically, Jesse had only refused the surgery, not the chip’s deactivation, and as Rex remembered his own brief experience with mind control, he knew that Jesse in his right mind would forgive them.

Meanwhile, General Windu had called in a consultant from the Jedi Educorps, and Fox had left to report on Rex’s location and status. The commander felt reasonably confident that doing so now would help minimize the risk of this situation getting even further out of hand than it was already, and would prevent any concerned parties from sending bounty hunters after Rex’s head, or some other worse fate. Rex was just glad that General Skywalker was usually… preoccupied while they were on planet, or he’d be worried about a check-in from his General.

Attempting to tune into the Jedi’s discussion despite the pounding in his head, Rex wasn’t afraid to admit that most of it went over his head, but the bits and pieces he understood weren’t too bad. Apparently, the Educorps consultant was hoping to trial some inoculations with the removed chips before injecting anything into his brothers– again making Rex grateful that Fox had relented from his original resistance to involving the Jedi. Realizing he’d zoned out again, Rex turned back towards the debrief nearby.

“So how’s it work again?” Fives questioned, looking deep in thought as the more technical information went over his head despite his best attempts. The Kaminoans liked to brag about the clones�� memory and intelligence, but flash-training only gave them so much, and the Kaminoans hadn’t prioritized xenomycology in their education. 

Thankfully, a friendly-looking Dressellian looked more than happy to explain. “Most datachips are made with a high percentage of silicon, including the inhibitor chips. After some testing, we’re hoping to determine whether the degradation of the chips’ silicon components would work effectively to wipe any orders or compulsions– without creating any dangerous byproducts from the degradation.”

“Right, we wouldn’t want that…” Fives trailed off, only looking somewhat reassured– and more than a little confused by the unknown Jedi’s explanation, the Dresselian so excited about the topic that he’d completely forgotten to give an introduction.

Thankfully, General Windu was quick to offer some insight. “Knight Reeft is an educorps researcher, specializing in vector transmission and xenoimmunity.”

The Knight, Reeft, rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I used to be a field knight, back before the war, but I got into some heat with the Bounty Hunter Corps, and I’ve always been more of a learner than a fighter. The educorps have been an interest of mine since I was a youngling, and then with all the Knights and Masters out in the field, it’s good to have a few of us around who can handle a saber.”

At that, Reeft and Master Windu shared a look, and not for the first time, Rex wondered at just how vulnerable the Jedi Temple was during wartime. With most of its protectors spread throughout the galaxy, the average Jedi Temple resident was either a youngling, wounded, or a noncombatant. Rex hadn’t missed the surprisingly low number of Jedi they’d passed in the halls, or the fact that, of the Jedi in the Halls of Healing, only Reeft, General Windu, and one other were actively carrying a lightsaber. 

During Rex’s musings, Reeft had gone on to explain his previous research– apparently he’d been looking at ways to expedite the vaccination-creation process through the use of synthetic bacteriophage vectors, although his most recent attempt had accidentally been exposed to a xeno-rhinovirus that corroded the media in his petri dishes, making a good object lesson for the younglings, but had set him back in his research by at least a few weeks, and–

“But how will we know if it works?” Rex interrupted, earning a relieved look from Fives now that the Captain was awake again.

“Human tissue reacts differently to electrical current than silicon. It should be relatively easy to determine when the chips have been deactivated by running a low intensity current through it.”

“Won’t that hurt?” Fives asked, looking nervous. 

Thankfully, Knight Reeft was quick to shake his head. “Not at all. Much higher currents are used safely in standard medical equipment. You’d need extrasensory organs like a Nautolan to even feel it.” He explained, earning a sigh of relief from Fives before he continued.

“As far as I know, there shouldn’t be any harmful byproducts from the fungi metabolizing the silicon, but we’re not exactly sure of the entire makeup of the chips yet, so that’s what we’ll be monitoring once the rest of them are removed.”

With the new 501st chips and the ones removed from Fives, Hardcase, and the others, it made ten samples– more, if the Coruscant Guard were able to transport their recently-removed chips to the temple. Apparently Fox’s medics had been busy in his absence, and while they didn’t have the supplies to remove everyone’s chips, between what Fox had collected in the lower levels and some support from the Jedi temple (Fox had been pretty reluctant in accepting the help, but had eventually relented), they should have enough chips to determine a safe dosage and ensure that there weren’t too many harmful side-effects. And with Fox returning to the room with a satisfied look on his face, they should be getting those soon.

“I think we’re in the clear.” Fox announced, subconsciously knocking twice on his bucket where it sat tucked under one arm. “Might want to up security here for the next day and keep an eye out on your next mission, but thankfully, the Chancellor has a pretty short memory when it comes to us clones.” 

Hard to hunt someone down if you forget they existed, Rex supposed, and based on what he’d heard so far, it wouldn’t be too far from the truth. He tuned in as Fox continued his report– thankfully, he’d been able to get in contact with his medics, and they’d be placing the removed chips at a secure drop point within the next hour for pickup so they could attempt their first trials with the chip deactivations.

“And what sort of side effects might we see from any of those… byproducts?” Fives asked, continuing his line of questioning, making Rex grateful for the ARC’s ability to look for loopholes in any system design– even the ones Rex wished he wouldn’t.

“It’s likely that, like most standard inoculations, you could expect some general fatigue or maybe a low grade fever. The only difference I’d expect is that, since this is a fungal inoculation rather than a bacterial one, you might see some respiratory symptoms, although those wouldn’t last as long, given that it's not endemic to humanoid life forms.”

“And why is that different?”

“Fungi like warm, moist environments, and the human respiratory system is unfortunately full of those.” Knight Reeft explained, earning a grimace from Rex as he remembered his time with the blue shadow virus. 

“Hey, I’ve got a question.” Hardcase interjected from where he’d been sitting on a nearby chair. “I’ve got a couple vode with prosthetic limbs– arms, legs, you name it. If this thing targets mechanics, what’s stopping it from spreading to those– or to the rest of the ship, for that matter?”

Rex winced, wishing he felt a bit more alert than he did– Hardcase made a good point.

Knight Reeft seemed to agree, grimacing at the statement. “In those cases, you’d want to opt for a manual chip removal, which would delay the process, but I’d imagine it would still be more doable than de-chipping the entire GAR that way. And the inoculation dosages wouldn’t be potent enough to warrant concern for something as big as a ship, or even a blaster, especially not if they’re being administered in a standard medbay’s frigid environment.

“I still wish we could tell General Skywalker. I don’t like lying to him about this…” Rex grumbled, resigned to why it had to happen, but still hating it.

“As soon as the last chip is out, have at it, vod.” Fox conceded with a huff of amusement. He couldn’t decide if he’d rather be a fly on a wall or halfway across the galaxy when that conversation took place, but it would definitely be an event.

They continued their discussion of logistics, and someone made a joke about how it wasn't too unusual to get a “recall order” in a product order of this size, but they all paused when General Windu’s attention shifted suddenly to the corner of the Halls of Healing housing the isolation ward.

“Your trooper, Jesse, has fallen asleep.” 

“Finally!” Hardcase exclaimed, jumping up from his chair.

“It’s time then?” Rex asked, struggling to contain his trepidation at what was going to happen. Sure, the shatterpoint thing had worked with him, but this was Jesse.

And as much as Rex hated it, he could only trust in the Force and hope for the best.

_______________________

Once Jesse had been confirmed to be unconscious, General Windu had entered the isolation room with an almost unnatural silence that even the most talented stealth troopers would envy. He raised a hand briefly with a look of focus before turning back towards the door and gesturing for the others to enter.

“He should stay unconscious now until he is ready to awaken, but I would advise against loud noises.” General Windu cautioned, stepping closer now that he wasn’t in danger of being attacked by a half-conscious Jesse.

Rex had questions, but he held them back, not wanting to distract the Jedi from his Force osik while rooting around in his brother’s brain.

Fives held no such reservations. “I get how this worked with Rex, but how does this work with something as small as an inhibitor chip?”

Thankfully, General Windu seemed competent at multitasking as he glanced briefly at Fives before returning to his mental scan of Jesse’s supposed shatterpoints. “Actually, targeting the inhibitor chip is relatively easier than what I did with the Captain.”

“Is it because it’s smaller?” Tup questioned, now curious.

General Windu shook his head. “No, but good guess. The chip relies on inorganic components for its base functions, and one measure of the Force is in midichlorians, which are microscopic life forms inside living organisms. By sensing these midichlorians within Jesse, I am able to better identify the shadows left by the inhibitor chips.”

“Midichlorians measure the force? Is Jesse Force-sensitive?!” Hardcase exclaimed, looking excited for his vod.

At this, Windu chuckled. “That would be unlikely. However, midichlorians are found in all life, giving each of you a presence distinct from the other.”

Rex straightened at that. He’d heard General Skywalker mention that each of them were different in the force, but it was new to hear that this difference was measurable.

Fives looked similarly intrigued, but continued on his line of questioning. “So, since the chips are made up of both living tissue and inorganic components, you’re able to differentiate between them? How do you know it’ll work?” 

General Windu made a quiet humming noise, tilting his head like he was listening to something none of them could hear. “Each of you has a unique presence in the force. When the chip was activated, Lieutenant Jesse’s presence was clouded, but now…” 

He paused, turning back to Jesse, the heaviness in the air seeming to peak and then, all of a sudden, it tapered off into nothing, and Rex noticed Jesse’s forehead furrow.

“He’s starting to wake up!” Tup exclaimed, voice thankfully quiet in the muted Halls of Healing.

Slowly, Jesse’s eyes opened, the cool indifference from earlier now replaced with the familiar warmth Rex associated with one of his closest brothers. Groaning as he finally started to notice the aches and pains of his earlier fight, it didn’t take long for his bleary expression to shift to one of alarm.

“Rex!” He exclaimed, a warring look of relief and horror crossing Jesse’s face, turning pale as a sheet as he realized where he was and what had happened. He attempted to reach for the Captain before finding his hands still bound to the rails, which, after a nod of approval from General Windu, were quickly removed.

“I’m sorry– I-I tried to stop, but I couldn’t, couldn’t control it.” Jesse gritted his teeth, gripping his forearms tightly. “I don’t– I-I wouldn’t… Last thing I remember is going with General Skywalker to the Chancellor’s office, and then, all of a sudden, it’s like I’m locked in the backseat of the speeder, and I-I could’ve–” He trailed off, looking lost before Rex reached forward to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly.

“It’s alright, Jesse. It wasn’t your fault, vod.” He gave Jesse a sympathetic smile, heart twisting for his trooper. Jesse had been one of the lucky few to avoid the worst fiasco of Umbara, starting with friendly fire and ending holding dead brothers killed by their own blasterfire. He was glad that Jesse had been saved from that fate, at least, and that Ahsoka had come in time to save his skin.

“It was the inhibitor chips.” Fives stepped in. “The Kaminoans put control chips in our brains, and yours was activated, at least until General Windu used his force osik on it.” 

At that, Jesse glanced up at the Jedi General who had faded to the back of the room to give the others space. “Thank you, sir.”

“No thanks required, trooper. It is good to see you in your right mind again.” General Windu gave him a slow nod, which Jesse returned gratefully. He attempted to sift through his foggy memories before he remembered something.

“The Chancellor– he said there was an incident on Kamino and that you’d all been killed. It’s good to see you all in one piece.” Jesse smirked at Fives, Hardcase, and the others, giving them a smile before he noticed that something was missing.

“Where… where’s Kix?” He asked, eyes searching the room eagerly like he expected his batchmate to poke his head out from behind a corner and take charge of the medical room-at least, until his eyes landed on Hardcase— Hardcase, standing painfully still for longer than he’d ever seen him stand in one place, form frozen until his expression shattered like glass. Like the world was falling apart, he reached for Jesse almost desperately, burrowing into his shoulder like he hadn’t done since they were cadets.

Arms full of a distraught Hardcase muffling sobs into his blacks, looking lost, Jesse sent a helpless look to the others in the room, begging that his fear wasn’t true. When Fives stepped forward with an expression threatening to crumple, the pit in his stomach only deepened.

“Kix… he sacrificed himself, let himself be captured by the Separatists so that they wouldn’t find us. We– I was knocked unconscious, and none of us would’ve made it out of there without him, a-and the chips…” Fives swallowed thickly, forcing himself to keep it together for his brothers, even as Jesse’s eyes teared up and his grip on Hardcase tightened.

“If we’d all been taken, nobody would know about the inhibitor chips, and the orders on them… they’re pretty bad, vod.” He paused, taking another breath in an attempt to steady himself. “We have some data on his last known whereabouts and the shuttle that took him, but…” Fives trailed off. Jesse didn’t need him to spell it out. Recovering captured troopers from Separatist captivity was a long-shot at best.

And Jesse, brain swirling and feeling like a hole was ripped out of him, clung onto the last batchmate he had left and let himself break for the brother that was taken away from him.

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AO3 Link:

[seven-oomen]

So i am almost up to 8500 words on Caught somewhere in time. I'm about to tackle the Attack of the clones part of the fic. And with that comes a new set of headcanons I'll be incorperating.

On Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Cal:

Obi-Wan almost left the order on two occasions: his relationship with Satine Kryze, and his choice to have Cal.

Anakin sees Cal as his little brother, though he is also torn on how to handle him, as a part of him sees Cal as competition for Obi-Wan's attention.

Cal's psychometry has gotten him into trouble more than once. But mostly because he either sees things people don't want him to see, or because he sees things that upset him greatly and he has panic attacks.

Cal's gift for chaos and crawling through vents were inherited from Obi-Wan. As is his gift for reading people and their intentions.

Cal has inherited a rather unexpected ability from his sperm donor, namely the ability to sharpshoot with a blaster pistol.

Padmé and Cal team up against Anakin. And although Anakin complains and whines that he is not happy about this, he secretely relishes in the absolute chaos that Padmé and Cal cause.

On Stewjon:

The planet stewjon is like space Florida. It has mangroves, swamps, that eventually roll out into grasslands and even has some forest. There's a lot of water on the planet, though it is inhabited by all sorts of predatory fish and reptiles, and even beaches or lakes are not that safe to swim in.

There's also plenty of farmland on the planet, and some of the larger cities are packed with resorts, hotel chains, and tourist attractions. Though further inland there's a lot of poverty and people barely scraping by.

The mangrove trees are harvested for their valuable Oljohn wood. It is specifically useful for making jewelry and wooden figurines, or detailing work.

Stewjoni are a people that are intersex by nature. As such, their entire concept of gender and sexuality are very different from more traditional planets. (By our earth standards).

A person who carried a baby is referred to as mom, regardless of their gender. A person who sired the baby is referred to as dad.

Their phenotype is determined by chromosomes, XX gives someone a masculine phenotype, XY gives someone a feminine phenotype.

(I deliberately changed this, do not come for me in the comments.)

Stewjoni can breed with humans, like Twy'leks, and their biology is a dominant trait over our human biology.

Many stewjoni come out with their gender around the age of 16, some do this earlier. Until that time, many Stewjoni address their children in a neutral way, or choose to adhere to their phenotype presentation until the child determines otherwise.

Stewjoni sometimes choose to single parent, and like Naboo, there is no taboo on sperm donors or artificial insemination. It's seen as a perfectly acceptable road to take.

There's also no taboo on abortion or birth control. When the entire population is intersex, and resources can be scarce, you also need ways to control the population.

-

On Jedi:

There were many Jedi in the order that had some form of attachment to others, though those active in the order also made sure that a. the council didn't find out about those attachments, and b. that the attachments didn't interfere with their duty.

Some Jedi also chose to have children. If the Jedi stayed within the order and agreed to its terms, the children would be brought to the temple on Coruscant and were raised there. The Jedi parents would have visitation rights and could see their children at most once a month, preferably less. If a child was not force sensitive by age 3, they would finish their time in the clan and by age 13 be sent to one of the corps. (Agricorp, medcorp, educorp, exploration corp).

If a child was force sensitive they would stay for training among a clan and by age 9 go to Ilum for the crystal ceremony. By age 13 they would be chosen as a Padawan by a knight or master that was NOT their parent. If they're not chosen, they too would go to the corp.

This caused some form of tension within the order, as quite a few (parental) members found the rules unfair or downright cruel.

Any Jedi that did not agree to the terms of having children within the order would be excommunicated and stripped of their rank. They would however be given supplies and credits to get them on their feet. The Jedi are strict and stifled, but fair and supportive with old members.

Children of Jedi that were Padawan learners or corp members were given ways to contact their Jedi parent once a month to keep in touch. At the age of 18 these children were given a choice to continue service or to cut ties with the order.

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And since it's now 2 am I'll leave it at this.

[soapver4]

Pity, a Star Wars series

Spinoff Bubble: A long time ago in a slightly more dissimilar galaxy far, far away… a clique of righteous, highly accomplished but long-orphaned Jedi Knights grow increasingly perturbed when they notice glints of doting sorrow in their ailing Jedi Master' eyes as her usually inscrutable facade breaks down. As twisty investigations on a mass murder mystery progress, they suspect that they were memory-wiped child assassins responsible for the killings. The Jedi Master, determined to safeguard the truth, now performs a memory wipe on herself, leaving them with no choice but to roam rough planets in search of their real families and what remains of kidnappers already known to mindwash, torture and train such child assassins.

The expeditions throw up three discoveries, some intriguing and some startling. First, though some of these Jedi bear strong physical resemblances to the assassins' families, the parents are strikingly different from those in the few stubborn remnants of their early memories. Are the Jedi Knights doppelgängers serving as red herrings for some purpose? Second, life at the bottom rungs of the galactic system proves far more violent and degrading than they had imagined. Third, certain kidnappers, wrongly presumed dead, have been resurrecting their operations.

Putting aside their parentage questions for the sake of the galaxy, the Jedi Knights rally enormous resources and forces — including the MedCorps, AgriCorps and EduCorps — to assist the suffering people, thwart the kidnappers' operations and rescue new child assassins and potential murder targets. In fact, the amelioration of ground-level suffering is crucial as it frees up attention and care for would-be kidnappees and tamps down socioeconomic ills that feed those spies-recruiting kidnappers' radical ideologies. Enthusiastic recruits from numerous species, such as humans, Wookiees, Mogwai and Ewoks, rush to join the massive project out of duty, a thirst for adventure or raw financial desperation.

Much unfortunately, in their endeavor to bring about political and economic stability in the various planetary societies, the Jedi Knights end up reproducing the overall socioeconomic order in the galaxy. Project respondents with the best means throughout life have the highest odds of possessing the talent for roles with the best remuneration and opportunities to explore and shape their galaxy. The ordinary ones net ordinary roles. Those who look like they can barely take care of themselves, like paraplegics without Darth Vader's bionics, are redirected to subminimum wage jobs in sheltered workshops, and if they insist that is not enough for the families they are actually breadwinners of, food in scuffles-prone soup kitchens as well.

Things take a bizarre turn when a human Jedi Knight among our orphaned leads bump into a wrinkled Wookiee woman he uncontrollably tears up at the sight of, while a bunch of human kids out of earshot poke fun at the gigantic species' extreme hairiness. To figure out the cause of his outburst, he follows her home, where he discovers the childhood bedroom in his dreams. On the bed lies the woman's only child, a Wookiee she later tells him was diagnosed with a severe intellectual disability prior to a harrowing bout of infection, a visit by a Jedi whose traits match the Jedi Master's, and his present coma. As he stares at the unconscious Wookie, waves of surreal numbness course through his human body.

Over the coming months, the supposedly orphaned Jedi Knights follow the lead to track down more families whose children became comatose after covert visits from the Jedi Master. Since the comas did not occur immediately after the visits and the families did not know each other, barely anybody seriously suspected her. By and by, these Jedi Knights discover her hidden talent of suppressing a child's consciousness and remotely transferring it from one body to another. The comatose bodies are naturally the original bodies, the suppressed consciousness and host bodies are the child assassins', and the transferred consciousness are the comatose bodies'.

But who are the other comatose people, the rest of the Jedi Knights at the heart of this series? They are the very class of galaxy inhabitants they sort into the bottom of the economic pyramid: One has severe cerebral palsy; another suffers from the locked-in syndrome; yet another is an autistic person with difficulties in camouflaging. The last one has had childhood schizophrenia. Even the Jedi with locked-in syndrome had an inquisitive mind and could do some meaningful work in her own body when equipped with the necessary technology. Nevertheless, they know too well that too few foremen in their own operations would have confidence placing bets on grit and stereotype fallibility to yield staggering quotas of goods and services out of their original selves under the forever harsh circumstances of the galaxy.

The celebrated Jedi heroes stand over a dusty manual on consciousness manipulation, juxtaposed with shots of their comatose bodies. Three of them make the hard decision to transfer their consciousness to captured kidnappers' bodies, arrange for rehabilitation of the awakening child assassins and continue their Jedi missions. The remaining pair, finding the notion of breathing and traveling through these depraved masterminds' bodies too revolting, choose to return to their trapping old lives.

[dapurinthos]

now the objective is to move from this hallway in search of flash-fried food because the temple hath no fried crispics or flash-fried potatoes (chips/fries).

“While doing this you are, classes you have.”

Sifo-Dyas is instantly as suspicious as if a ruby-red pyramidal holocron with a ‘touch me’ label appeared in front of him. “Classes?”

Dooku gives him a serene smile, closed-mouthed, much like Master Yoda’s. I want to point between the two of them because it's the same smile! I vibrate with the need to do so.

“It's only a short session,” he says. “Twice a week for two and a half months. You get to have meetings with members of the EduCorps and Master Yaddle. There are assigned readings and quizzes. I had to take them before I could take Rael as my Padawan [...] You are going to get extra assignments.”

“What? Why?”

Once again, I am indicated by a hand gesture. “Eight.”

Sifo-Dyas half-shutters his eyes, glances from side to side, and then takes a step closer to Dooku. “You obviously did well.”

“Of course I did.”

Sifo-Dyas rises on his feet, one hand on Dooku’s shoulder to exert the leverage needed to pull their heads closer together. “How much for private tutoring?”

[vodika-vibes]

Here are some of my personal Corrie Headcanons.

The Coruscant Guard is about 600 men strong (give or take a couple of dozen vod who were "decommissioned" on Coruscant). Fox is the one in charge overall, but Thire, Thorn, and Stone each manage about 200 men each.

The Guard has the worst armor, weapons, and supplies of all the Battalions. The majority of injures to men of the Guard is due to weapon or armor failure in the field.

Technically, the ARF Troopers attached to the Guard are not members of the Guard themselves. At least on paper. The reality is that they put themselves under Fox's command as soon as they enter Coruscant Airspace.

Medical Supplies are often not enough to keep up with the number of men in the Guard (archivists and healers from the temple do what they can to help).

The Guard doesn't have a Jedi General. On paper. In reality there are about 10 Jedi attached to the EduCorps and the MediCorps who act as their General when they can.

Fox is the only one allowed to interact with the Chancellor, and has sent out a list of rules for all Vod if they should have to interact with a Senator.

The Guard is well aware that Palpatine is a Sith Lord, but they haven't been able to come up with a good plan to get rid of him. (Fox's plans become more and more manic the more he's exposed to him).

The Guard has more members than any other Battalion if you were to count them. Though, on paper, they always have 600. (Even Fives is still kicking around in the Guard, faking his his death in front of Rex, Skywalker, and Palpatine made Fox's hair even greyer)

The Kennels for the ARF Troopers are attached to the Corrie Barracks, it's not unusual to see Massiff puppies running around with the vod'e.

[looseleafteeaves]

T Squad; An Edited List

Important Things to Know:

All of Tea Squad, part is the 713th battalion, is assigned to the Coruscant Temple after the events with Ahsoka’s trial. They are technically part of the Corrie Guard, but focused on General/Tubie General defense rather than politicians and crime

The 713th is almost 80% made of Speedies. The speedies were trained by an Alpha- he was called Aiwha- and IDOLIZE most of the Halfsie Clones

All of T Squad is speedies, meaning they are like 2 years old.

CG VERY quickly began to work with the 713th to use the TCG(Temple Clone Guard) as a leave for the Corries, as the Corries have a similar ratio of Speedies to Halfsies because of decommissioning and reconditionings.

Both are at about 3/4 of the companies they should have. The two cycle through a battalion's worth of CG for TCG as a time. They run on a

The CC in charge of the 713th was part of Fox’s batch. CC-1011 was fast tracked to command after the Need for the 713th became known. Originally, Snake was a medic.

Fox and Snake have only had an swapped on/off shift once, too paranoid about the consequences. (Until the stuff with Ceremony goes down)

713th Companies are: Archives, Fountains, Towers, and Creche Companies.

Towers Company focused on defense of the 5 large towers.

Fountain Company is for defense of the bulk of the main temple, the majority just like the Room of a Thousand Fountains best

Archive Company is focused on defense of both the archives, and the Under levels.

Creche Company is the code name for the mixed company of Corrie Guards and 713th who are on break shift, thier version of leave, and is thus an ever cycling group. They also tend to hang around the Creche and are much beloved by them.

Corrie Guard is also known as 1st Battalion/Home Guard.

Later, Caff(a halfsie clone), Tisane(a speedie medic), Tincture(Tisane’s medic assistant) and Nightcap (a halfsie clone who is from Krell’s battalion) join.

The OG Members of Tea Squad/T Squad

CC 13-8-0526, AKA Sergeant Teapot, they/he, is a Speedie. Teapot is in-charge of a squad in Archive. Teapot’s idol is Commander Cody/CC-2224, after he said one (1) time on Kamino “Nice planning, Tubie.” And its gotten worse since.

CT-13-2639, AKA Oolong, pronouns they/them. Oolong is among the most curious of T-Squad. Oolong also can’t hit the broad side of a starship with a blaster…No one knows how they survived training on Kamino, and Oolong just smirks when people ask.

CT 11-2-2053, AKA Teacup, they/she is second in command. Teacup was in fact voted into the spot because its funny. Teacup is a “short model” (as in 2 inches shorted than most clones). Yes T Squad teases them for it. She makes them take laps through the temple for it.

CT-34-9-8873 AKA Leaf, he/him. basically a little Dogma, but mixed with rules lawyering. Commander Snake loves him dearly.

CT-77-8-8777, AKA Meditate he/she, calls the grouping of Ceremony, Reverie and her "triple 7"

CT-13-1-3777, AKA Ceremony, they/them, Ceremony is HIGHLY interested in Jedi beliefs, and the tenets of the Jedi Order. Ceremony secretly hopes to join the Jedi EduCorps after the war.

CT-77-7-7770, AKA Reverie, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ pronouns, a silly goose who could care less about the war. Reverie is constantly reading and daydreaming. *Note that in the OG post "Brew" replaced the name Reverie, but Reverie refused to have that name.

CT-20-1-3419, AKA Chip, she/her, information specialists. Very good at sneaky, has a guilty pleasure of writing romanance novels.

CT-47-4567, AKA Matcha, she/her, Chip's editor of the romanance novel. Matcha and Yerba are twins, technically. They have the seeming "twin telepathy"

CT-47-4568, AKA Yerba, he/him, Yerba is a contraband enthusist... meaning he makes moonshine, because the normal troopers try and keep the speedies from drinking alcohol.

Other fun info: Aiwha still loves to freak the 713th out but randomly appearing on Coruscant. The Creche loves him.

T squad eventually becomes part of a oversized squad (14 instead of 9 troopers,) due to Senate bullcrap.

JT-F8, the tea droid, has become very fond of all of the Archives Battalion, but also has begun to record the Clone Troopers, and so have many of the JTs. Tea/T Squad is just the one that F8 claimed.