#even Jedi Master Luke and his need to do kind things

[thewriterowl]

Din: (incredibly tired) So, if a stranger says they have an injured Lothal-kit in their ship you...

Luke: (soaking wet) Go into their ship and help!

Din: (sprays him again) No, Luke. No.

[general-kenobis]

trust you | anakin skywalker: episode XII

Summary: There's too much going on and Obi-Wan just made himself the leader of a mission.

Warnings: None!

Word count: 3.7k

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Anakin:

My mind has been all over the place, as always. And as soon as I finished my encounter with Yoda, I made sure to go through my own thoughts and figure out how I'm going to do this. It's probably the hardest decision I'm ever going to make in a long time, but it has to be done. The older Master told me the Temple is in danger, that he sensed something bad was coming. And I could tell I might know why.

I'm not entirely sure, but it could either be the Empire or Grievous and his army again. This time, I don't think I can refuse to get Luke to finally train and learn to become a Jedi. At some point, he’s going to need it. I can’t shake the nagging feeling that if I don’t do this soon, I’ll regret not taking action.

I meet my boy for lunch and sit with him at the table in the cafeteria. His curious blue eyes stare at me expectantly waiting for me to speak up. My hands tremble under my tunic, and I can feel my heartbeat increasing rather quickly. C-3PO stands next to me, his golden hand resting on top of my shoulder as some kind of resort.

"Luke, you’re growing up. And you’ve got a lot of power inside you. You’ve always been special" He nodded "And I think it might be time for you to learn a few things"

"You mean special like a Jedi?" His eyes sparkle with excitement, and I feel my stomach twisting “Like you?”

"No, Luke… not like me. You’re not going to be a Jedi, not like the others"

"But I want to be like you, dad. You fight with lightsabers, and you fly ships!" There’s a shiver creeping up my neck at the way he frowns at me.

"You will train with the younglings, Luke. You’ll learn their ways, the Jedi ways, but you won’t fight in wars. I promise you, I won’t let you be part of that" My throat tightens at the thought of it.

But if he doesn't learn how to fight, he's bound to be an easier target out there.

And he smiles at me, throwing himself at me with his small arms wrapping me in a tight hug.

"I don’t want to fight. I just want to be strong. Like you!" His muffled voice rings in my ear and I grip him harder.

If only he knew I'm the farthest of being a good Jedi. It makes me feel nauseous. It makes me wonder how he actually sees me as a Jedi Master, how he looks up at me and the way he thinks I'm a role model. I always need to prove to him that, albeit when I'm not around I'm not exactly the best example of a good one.

“Will you watch me?”

“Always, Luke. I’ll always be watching” 

I close my eyes as I hold him closer. I feel a deep tightness in my chest, knowing that he’s going to take the path I was avoiding to make him go. And I really hope he will never go down the road as I did. 

He pulls back, looking at me with glinting eyes “Can I still fly ships?”

I ruffle his hair and laugh at his question “Maybe when you’re older. You’re going to be a great pilot someday, Luke. I just know it”

I look up and see (Y/N) gazing at us, a timid smile on her face. Instinctively, I give her a slight nod. My senses sharpen as I feel another presence burning into my skin. I glance around the room and find Cal giving me what looks like a glare. He leans back in his seat, resting his chin on his hand, shifting his eyes between me and her.

He's definitely jealous. No one will ever tell me otherwise.

Luke breaks free from my grip and runs towards her, with the droid following closely behind him. He wraps his arms around her in a hug, and I can see her laughing at whatever he's saying. I don’t need to strain my ears to know what their conversation is about. I watch their interaction with a sense of comfort this time, reassured that she can't hurt him and that he loves her. It’s definitely a change for me.

My eyes trail over the ginger head again, his friends over the table keep chatting like he's not even there, but he doesn't seem to care. I narrow my eyes at him and sigh, but I don't bother giving him my time, so I just lift from the chair and walk out the cafeteria.

-

Obi-Wan thought it really was a good idea to just interfere on my missions to do the trades with Grievous. He was standing in the corner of the office, talking to the other colleagues like he was their leader. I huffed at the thought of having to share the assignments with him again, when I was pretty much settled doing them all by myself. I know I wouldn’t have much talk in that conversation, because either way he’s going to make me go along with him anyway. So much for wishing I would never meet him again. 

My issue right now wasn’t my former Master, albeit I know he’s probably not going anywhere after spending a long ass time being away. 

“I know you don’t trust this trade, Anakin, but this isn’t a battle we can fight alone” He says as he paces around the office table, his arms folded behind his back. 

I exhale at the thought of having other people in this mission. It was a relief to be alone, until Dameron showed up unannounced. 

“And your answer is calling the outsiders? I’ve dealt with them on missions before, especially with Poe. And let me tell you, that guy might be the best pilot in the galaxy, but he doesn’t take anyone seriously”

Great, more people getting in danger. Obi-Wan threw me a warning glance and I widened my eyes.

"I can hear that, young Skywalker. We are going to make sure no one is in danger this time. We are assembling as many people as we can” Obi-Wan just lifts his fingers, like he’s about to point out their best qualities “They have experience in dealing with Imperial business. Finn has seen both sides of the war, while Cassian and Jyn are-”

“Smugglers, or whatever that meant before they became allies” I cut him off. 

My hands were sweating and my knuckles hurt from how much I was tightening them into fists the entire fucking time. My forehead must be cramping at the way I was furrowing my brows, and I must look like I was beyond pissed. Because I was. He can't just come back like he wasn't around for five fucking years, and parade like he's the goddamn king of the Temple. He left everyone else, too. It wasn't just me.

“They’ve all fought against the impossible, just like you have. And whether you like it or not, you’re going to need them” He squinted his eyes and kept his mouth on a thin line. Like he didn’t want me to argue over this idea with him. 

"You're fucking kidding if you think this plan is remotely good" I speak my mind, my throat dry.

He started to walk towards me "I'm not saying it's the best plan, young boy. It's a good choice, given they will be vulnerable as it's not going to be in his ship"

I narrowed my eyes on him, looking as he took closer steps towards me “The last time we made a deal with the enemy, it nearly destroyed the Republic. If you think I’m just going to sit back and trust Grievous to play fair-”

Kenobi cut me off again and I rolled my eyes at his attitude “I’m not asking you to trust him. I’m asking you to trust me”

“Quite hard for me to trust someone who turned on his back and left me” 

He stood still, I could sense his fingertips twitching at my response. I could hear his thoughts clear as day, the closer he was, the more I could hear them. He wanted to apologize again, he wanted to say he was truly sorry and that it was the best option for him back then. But I waved him off before he could even say anything. 

"We will be discussing a plan on the following days, Anakin" He gave me a curt nod, his eyes crinkling from the small smile he was giving me "And I'll have young Kestis join us as well"

I let out a loud snort, a laugh coming out of my mouth "Yeah, good luck with that. He doesn't do missions or assignments of any kind when I'm around whenever we have an argument"

I looked around to the other people in front of me, watching how they seemed to purposely put their faith in him and I grumbled under my breath. I think back to my son again. I go through the worst scenario in my head and think about what could possibly happen if they attacked the Temple. (Y/N) doesn't know how to use a blaster gun, Luke is too young to defend himself. I rummage and purse my lips. I don't want any of this, but if we're in danger, we might as well just use our advantage in our favor.

"Bring them to the office when you get in touch with them, please. We all will need to carefully go through this plan to make sure it works" I look at him again, and this time he gives me a reassuring glance.

It makes me feel nauseous. The interaction, the staring, the way he still treats me like I'm still his apprentice. He looks at me like I'm still the same boy I was when we first met. I've been trying to keep Luke away from him, but I know that eventually, Kenobi is going to want to meet him. He’ll want to train him just like he did with me.

*

The blue hologram shows the map of Utapau, with the massive cities and tunnels. I stand at the head of the table with arms crossed, all while Dameron has his feet kicked up on the table, leaning against his seat. He chews on something nonchalantly, whereas Finn sits straight on his seat. 

“The deal with Grievous is going to happen exactly here- Sinkhole Ten. We’re doing the “trade”, but instead of leaving just then, we’ll make him think it’s a fair play. We’ll position for the other objective that is taking out his squad before he even realizes what will happen”

“Cool, cool. One small question” He raises his hand “Why does this place look like someone dropped a planet into a black hole?”

I deadpan at him, already regretting the idea of really doing a fake trade at this point “Because that’s Utapau”

He clicks his tongue and nods “Ah. Right. Yeah, I totally knew that” 

Finn elbows his friend on the ribs, while the pilot keeps grinning like this is some sort of joke “What’s our role in this?” 

“You two are flying escort for the trade vessel. It’s carrying Republic diplomats, or well, that’s what Grievous thinks”

The hologram shows a Republic Transport Ship with a group of fighters.

I watch as Dameron squints his eyes at the holo display “And what’s actually inside?”

“Explosives”

“Oh, I like you so much, Skywalker” 

I roll my eyes at his comment and zoom in on the formation “Grievous will have a squad in orbit. Your job is to make sure that “diplomatic” ship gets through their barricade without being vaporized. You distract, handle them, and most importantly-”

“Look good doing it?” He cuts me off. 

For fuck’s sake. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I sigh. 

“I was going to say don’t get shot down, but sure. Obi-Wan and I will be on the surface, keeping Grievous busy. Once the trade turns into a very unfortunate “accident,” we strike before he can leave”

Poe seems to ponder on the idea, rubbing his chin as he does a do over of the plan. 

“So, just to be clear, we’re flying into a trap on purpose?” I nod “And you trust that the plan won’t explode in our faces?”

I try not to express the way my mind immediately thinks of saying no, but my flat face does the job itself and he claps his hands together. My first instinct is to believe he’s going to back out and give up on the plan. 

“Alright, I’m in. Finn?” He looks at his friend, who shakes his head with a smirk and agrees with him. 

We leave the office right when we’re met with (Y/N). She’s fuming, her hands balling into fists as she points a finger at me. 

“So, Skywalker. I heard through Cal that you’re thinking of recruiting me for your little deathly plan. Do you mind explaining that?”

I cross my arms and exhale slowly “I have no idea what you’re talking about”

She squints, like she wants to punch me in the face, and I can hear her thoughts before she starts mocking me “Ohhh, I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re lying, he told me everything. You will need someone from tech to keep you guys from being blown as well” 

And then she narrows her eyes at me, studying my expression. “I never asked you to join the attack on Grievous”

Poe chimed in “He never actually even mentioned it to us. And believe me, I’m kind of a gossiper so you would’ve heard that from me as well”

I can hear Finn elbowing him so he would shut up. 

“Okay, but you thought about it, didn’t you?”

I run my fingers through my hair, rubbing my temples as annoyance starts to prickle in my skin “No. I wouldn’t ask you to do something like that. I would never do that to you”

I look over the two men beside me and motion my head for them to leave us alone. 

“I kinda love her” He whispers to his friend before walking away from us and I roll my eyes. 

“I get it. You don’t think I can handle it. You think I’m too small. Too young. Too-”

“Oh my God, just shut up. No, (Y/N). I wouldn’t ask you to do something that dangerous” My voice is lower, somewhat protective. And she blinks at me as realization starts to sink in for her. “He told you I wanted to recruit you?”

“He even sounded very sure about it”

I mutter under my breath, laughing in disbelief as I start to feel irritation bubbling inside of me. 

“Son of a bitch. I’m going to fucking kill him” 

She throws both hands and splay them out into my chest, stopping me from doing whatever she thinks I was about to do. I look at her and take in her demeanor. I try to even my breathing, undoing the fists I was making with both hands. She wouldn’t want that again. 

“Hey, please don’t do anything. I’ll talk to him” 

“Make sure to give him a fucking black eye, please” She laughs at my request, albeit I’m being serious about it. 

“You really wouldn’t want me out there?” 

I place my gloved hand over the side of her face, running a thumb against her cheek. 

“I want you safe. It was already risky enough to put you in charge to breach into Grievous' system last time” 

Her eyes widened and I saw myself doing the same. My eyes trailed over my own hand, almost cradling her face, immediately pulling it back, clearing my throat. 

“I wouldn’t ask you to do something that dangerous”

She still looks at me with a shocked expression, and I try to take a step back, put some boundaries between us. 

“It almost sounds like you care when you say it like that” She forces herself to scoff, trying to brush it off. But I can see through her already. I could feel it coming before. I had shut that down, but my senses deliberately heightened whenever I’m around her. It’s a fucking disgrace being  a Jedi sometimes. 

“Maybe I do” Fuck, way to make it worse. 

I couldn’t take that back and I noticed how she seemed to feel the tension and something else that shifted between us. I feel my ears burning and I’m pretty sure my face is flushing as well. I can’t believe this is happening. Her lips curl into a sheepish smile and I feel my own damn mouth doing the same. It’s like I can’t control my actions anymore. 

“Look, I get it. I’m not a Jedi, I don’t have a fancy lightsaber, and I’m not some hotshot pilot like Poe” She starts, and the way she compliments him kind of bothers me “But I am a damn good engineer. And I know machines better than most people”

I look at her, skeptical at her idea. I just don’t want to have anybody’s blood in my hands anymore. 

“I made a battle droid become my slave for a week and no one noticed. I can mess with his tech before he even realizes anything” 

I lean forward, inching closer to her “It’s too risky for any of us, you’re not used to it”

She sighs, studying my face “I know you’re afraid something might happen, but I can do this, Skywalker. I know you don’t want to put me in danger, but if I can make a difference, I have to”

I shut my eyes and brutally try to remind myself I don’t have control over her. She’s an adult, she can decide anything for herself. But this… this is completely out of my control. 

“Fine. Welcome to the worst idea your dear friend had” I shake my head and exhale sharply. 

“And, uh… thanks. For trusting me”

I nod, not wanting to extend the conversation after what happened moments ago. I walk past her, leaving her standing there in the middle of the hallway. I feel a headrush immediately from the interaction, and my fingertips are tingling at the reminder of the conversation. This is so wrong. It’s so utterly wrong. I can still feel her presence, still listening to her thoughts even though I refuse to. 

“Stupid Jedi and their stupid faces” She mumbles to herself and I can’t help but crack a slight laugh at it. 

As I walk outside the Temple, I sense Cal near a supply crate as he did maintenance checks on his lightsaber. The ginger looked over at me as I passed by near him, shooting daggers when our eyes met and I couldn't help but frown at him. This man is crossing lines lately, and if he can’t behave like a real adult, he shouldn’t even be around for our own sake. 

“I assume this has something to do with (Y/N)?” I hear Obi-Wan as he silently walks by my side. 

“He’s been sulking ever since our last fight. In fact, he’s been pulling shit to me since the day I threatened her a while ago”

“Ah, jealousy” He admits. 

“Yeah. And it’s not my fault she wants to be helpful. She’s been nothing but nice to me, but he refuses to accept that”

“No, but to him, you’re the reason she’s putting effort in this friendship” 

I clench my jaw and I know, for a fact, that Cal is pretending to not listen to the conversation. I can see the way his tensed posture gives him away. 

“Give him time. He’ll come around” I chuckle dryly in response. 

He trails his eyes and scowls at me before hopping off the crate and walking off. 

“Yeah. Oh, right. He’s definitely coming around” 

“Just try not to kill each other before the mission starts, young boy” 

“I can just leave him for Grievous to do the job” I watch as he leaves the garden and goes back inside. 

Obi-Wan sighs in disappointment and I just wave him off. I couldn’t fucking care less about him. If he was climbing on my ass before, it was only because he admired me. If he lost his so-called admiration, that’s too bad for him. I don’t need anyone’s approval anymore, not even from my former Master.

 “By the way” I roll my eyes as he starts speaking again “I had a lovely conversation with Luke today. He’s quite the curious boy. Very bright”

“What?” My voice almost crackles as I raise it “You talked to him?”

“He saw me talking with 3PO and introduced himself as your son. He said you told him he’s going to become a youngling and even-”

He trails off, hesitant for a moment watching as my shoulders become rigid.

“-he asked if I would train him”

My hands ball into fists and I can’t hold back the sharp huff I let out “What did you tell him?”

“I told him I’d speak with you first”

“Then it won’t be you”

Silence fills the air as he watches me carefully. And I can see something flashing between his eyes, something like pain, or even betrayal. 

He meets my gaze “You don’t trust me”

“Would you?” 

I know I’m not being exactly the most understanding person ever. But nothing will ever erase the fact that he left me to almost die alone in Mustafar. If it wasn’t for Palpatine, I would’ve been dead. And I won’t ever be grateful for what he did, because I would’ve rather died that day. 

He takes a deep breath and nods at my question, like he’s accepting the answer. He knows he’s in a lifelong debt with me. 

“He is going to ask again, you know” 

I turn on my back to him, taking a few steps back inside the Temple “Then I’ll give him the same answer” 

“The Force has a way of guiding those who listen, Anakin. You may try to deny it, but Luke won’t” 

The door slides open, shutting behind me leaving Obi-Wan in the garden alone. My knuckles start to hurt from my grip, and I feel dizziness as the stress starts to consume me again. 

I’m not sure I can be strong enough to handle all this. To handle his presence again. To keep up with the fact that, even though I want Luke to become one of ours and defend himself, he will end up looking up to Obi-Wan.

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The old Jedi would not know what to do with Luke.

Anakin was seen as a handful, but the Jedi could still command and control him. He was only a little boy when he was cut off from seeing his mother, and when the Jedi started drilling it into him that his personality was a problem he needed to grow out of.

He respected them, they were the authority figures in his life. He just wanted them to see him as someone worthy of respect too, instead of a problem child.

But they still talked down to him, even after all he did in the Clone Wars. Anakin was susceptible to Palpatine playing the part of a kind father figure because the Jedi treated him so badly.

He was so depressed when he met Padme again and his mom dying was the final straw. Padme stuck with him, but believed they needed to keep their stations as a Senator and Jedi to make the galaxy a better place.

Neither of them were in the right headspace for Anakin to leave the Jedi and seek a different life. He still wanted to be a Jedi, and wasn’t he supposed to be the chosen one? Surely he had to keep trying, he had to prove that Qui Gon was right. Had to prove himself.

Luke wouldn’t have thrived either if he was taken to the Jedi as a child. But if he travelled back in time as an adult?

That man thinks like a good old moisture farmer. Some of the most moral, trustworthy folks you could find on Tatooine. And they don’t take nonsense from anybody.

He respects Obi Wan and Yoda. But he doesn’t agree with them all the time or take all their words as gospel. He was turning down Obi Wan about rescuing Leia, saying he had to go home and he wasn’t qualified to help. Left Dagoba to save his friends, because he can’t just leave them behind to train.

And he didn’t give up on reasoning with Vader, even when told nobody comes back from the dark side. He believes people can redeem themselves.

Luke isn’t set in the strict and cultish ways that the Jedi had in their last days. That’s something Disney didn’t understand.

He’s like the ancient Jedi, the ones who were normal people who happened to have the force. That’s how he operates. Who says you have to train since childhood, away from all your family, in this temple system?

He doesn’t have all the same information and training, but he has an outsider’s perspective. Luke Skywalker doesn’t put the Jedi in the same box they built for themselves before the fall. And he would make that known.

He would get along swimmingly with Qui Gon and Quinlan Vos. Vos operated outside of the Order and was looked down upon for it. I can see those two sitting and joking for hours, racing each other with Luke on a Speeder and Quinlan parkoring through the trees.

Qui Gon tried to be civil and work as a member of the Jedi, even when they looked down on him. He believed someone like Anakin could change things, so of course he’d be excited meeting Luke.

Wouldn’t it be a relief to hear another person call out the Jedi on their overzealous rules? This Skywalker, who spoke of Count Dooku potentially being redeemable and said he understood why the man left? Nobody else would have said it out loud. Mace Windu would find the man infuriating. An outsider with no right to speak about the Jedi’s ways. Do you know what he said, when Mace told him he was not fit to call himself a Jedi, much less a master?

“I’d rather not fit your definition of a Jedi. This” he gestured at the Council “isn’t something to aspire to. You’re all so high up you can’t see the ground. You can barely see the other Jedi who are a floor beneath you.

I prefer to have my feet back on solid ground, with the people who live there.”

“You said your name is Skywalker.” Luke shrugged and chuckled.

”I like to fly. I’m a decent pilot. But looking at a world from orbit only shows a fraction of it. Landing, seeing what’s on the ground is important. There are so many lights you can’t see from space. So many sounds that Air Traffic Control sees as a distraction.

The sound of a child singing along to a song, the sound of old locals bickering, the sound of animals in the trees. They’re best experienced in person. The Jedi haven’t gone down to listen in a long, long time.”

Mace could say Luke’s not a Jedi, but then what is he? He uses the light side of the Force and has good morals and does his best to work with the personality traits he has.

Maybe he does have that impatient streak and fierce anger, but he’s learned to manage them. Instead of repressing them and assuming they’ll lead to the dark side.

You can’t call Skywalker a servant of the dark side, even when you vehemently disagree about Sith being capable of redemption. And he knows enough, is skilled enough, that you can’t just write him off as part of the unwashed masses.

So what is Luke then? Living proof that Jedi can function without the Council and Temple and Dogma. Proof that Anakin could have thrived if he wasn’t raised separated from his old life and to think he was wrong for having the traits he was born with.

Would he fade away if he changed the timeline? Or would he create a new, separate timeline and wind up back in his version of the future?

Luke would probably try not to sound like a crazy man, talking about the Chancellor. Instead of being able to oust Palpatine, I believe he would change the timeline by making a difference in people’s lives.

Qui Gon was surprised to see Skywalker insisting that Anakin needed his mother; and if the Jedi were so set on isolating kids, he’d buy her freedom himself and train the boy outside of the Order. He’d never really questioned the virtue of separating parent and child, but when Luke called it out? Really made him think.

Nobody could deny that Skywalker and the small child with the same name hit it off. They were both from Tatooine and loved to tinker and loved to fly. Some even wondered if Luke was the father, which made him burst out laughing and point out the flaws in that theory.

Shmi still ended up marrying Owen’s father when she was freed, but let Anakin go with Skywalker to become a Jedi. Somehow she knew the two of them would come to visit, just like he promised.

Years later, Luke would find a way to return to his own timeline. And it would be time for him to go home, with precious memories with his father, grandmother, and uncle that he never dreamed he’d experience.

The Anakin Skywalker he left behind would be okay. He had learned how to deal with his emotions in a healthy way. He didn’t hang on the Jedi’s every word.

He was so much more calm and happy. He didn’t care what the Order said about him when he and Padme announced their marriage. Anakin had questioned why she’d deny herself happiness for her career, and she saw that he had a point.

Of course Luke stuck around for the ceremony, alongside many Jedi like Qui Gon who left the Order after seeing there was an alternative. He left an Obi Wan and Yoda who weren’t so stifled by the Order, and who made it better for it.

It would be much later that Anakin would realize the other Skywalker was his son. He grew into the same face and voice and powers. And he would find a hologram from his master, too.

Explaining that he was from a timeline where the Jedi failed the Chosen One and he fell to the dark. Reassuring Anakin that he redeemed himself in the end, and that the evil Empire was defeated. Calling him dad and saying he was glad they got to get to know each other properly.

[spacelesbiandisaster]

Remember those kids from the Gathering?

I was wondering which master each one of them would get if Order 66 didn't hit, so I made elaborate headcanons about it.

(because I'm unemployed and bored)

You can check Part II here!

Katooni and Obi-Wan

Do I even need to explain this one?

Seriously, I could just say that it would be fun seeing the both of them dealing with Hondo Onaka on a weekly basis and that by itself is all the reason we need. Unfortunately I like to make things make sense in universe and not just because they a fun, so let's talk why Katooni is the perfect Padawan for Kenobi.

They both the mom of the group.

Katooni spent half of her Gathering trying to convince Petro to not do stupid shit, and she seems to take a role of leadership overall during the episodes she participated. I think she deeply cares about her friends and it's not afraid to speak her mind when they do something she judges wrong.

Maybe this particular trait would eventually make her speak out of her place with her master, especially with she was allowed to watch the Council sessions and see some of the master says something they disagree, but if Obi-Wan could raise Anakin it wouldn't be a challenge deal with Katooni's strong personality. Also, because she cares so much about others, their disagreements would solo concerned the method they should use (Is okay to call out Petro in front of his master or should her find some other approach to avoid embarrassing her friend? Should she let Hondo go just because he decided to not robber the people she was protecting or she should hold him accountable for his actions besides her personal feeling? Thing like this.) And Obi-Wan would understand were her opinions are coming from because he has a similar personality.

• Katooni needs a master who help her connect to the force.

Listen, I'm not saying that Katooni is weak but we can all agree that it is curious how she is the last youngling to finish her lightsaber, right?

Her test in the gathering only truly happens once she is out of Ilum (in my opinion) were she sees all her friends with their lightsabers while she herself is struggling to connect the parts using the force. The way I read this is that Katooni have a confidence problem and that is blocking her abilities.

You know how else struggle with that? Luke Skywalker! Luke couldn't understand the force or believe that someone like him could use the force, but Obi-Wan was able to teach him before passing. Katooni is ages ahead of Luke on this matter, but I believe Obi-Wan still the right person to guide her to overcome those blocks and make her more confident and in tune with the Force.

• Katooni is a future diplomat.

Okay, I have to talk about Hondo. This girl was able to make that man do something solo for the kindness of his heart. FOR FREE! Sure Hondo tries to charge Obi-Wan after delivering the kids safety, but I think it was a act so Kenobi wouldn't think bad of him.

My point is Katooni as able to talk her way out of a terrible situation with a help of a pirate how tried to murderer her and her friends. She looked at Hondo and not only instantly forgave him, but also bargain with him to save her friends. Imagine if she was trained with the Negotiator? That girl would be ending wars only with her words by the time she was knighted!

Overall I think that's a lot she could learn from him, and Obi-Wan surely would be glad to have a break from the chaotic nature of Anakin. I don't have anything against the guy, but Katooni is way more of a Jedi than Skywalker is and her and Obi-Wan would definitely vibe together during diplomatic missions.

Gungi and Yoda

It's absolutely criminal that the last Padawan of Master Yoda is freaking Dooku! This little frog deserved better and I think of all youngling Gungi would definitely be the best match for him! And if he stayed alive in a swamp for almost 20 years eating strange sup just to train Luke, I think he could last a decade more in the temple with doctors looking after him and clean food so he could watch over my favorite Wookie!

Gungi would teach Yoda to have hope in the future.

I going to advocate that the master can learn just as much as the padawan if they open themselves to listen, and boy Yoda definitely need to learn some things! Gungi is full of life, has a lot of energy and being around some like this would do wonders for Yoda's spirit. It would remind the Gran Master that the Order has a future and maybe it would make Yoda reevaluate some of his recent decisions.

I think Yoda spend way too much time in the council chambers, and having a Padawan would eventually force him to go out on the galaxy to see something other than the clone wars. I would give him not only a apportunity to connect with the youth but with the people of the galaxy he was supposed to help.

Yoda and the Wookies have a close relationship for decades now (maybe centuries)

I don't think Jedi masters choose their Padawans based on species only, but this is definitely a factor given examples like Luminara and Barriss and Kit Fisto and Nahdar. I think a master had to know a least the basics about their about species be able to teach, and Yoda would be perfect to help Gungi connect with his culture.

A lesson on patience and lost

Gungi is a very impatient youngling, we see this in his test on the gathering with him struggling to wait the lake frozen. This don't see to be a issue when we reunite with him on the Bad Batch episode, but I don't believe that single experience on the cave was enough to make him overcome those feelings. Gungi needs a master who will know how to help him exercise his patience on a regular basis.

On top of that, Gungi seems to be nervous when Ganodi leaves him alone in the lake so she could look for her own crystal. He isn't as scary as Byth, but he is uncomfortable with being alone nonetheless. Being Yoda's Padawan he would probably had to come with terms with the idea that his master would pass away early on his life. Remember, Wookies are a long life species in cannon, so even if he does live longer in the Jedi temple than he would if order 66 happened Yoda would still died when Gungi was a young adult.

Yoda would probably openly speak about his death a lot and it would show Gungi that this isn't something to be afraid of. Being a Wookie would probably mean the he would also have to experience all his youngling clan die as well and he needs to be ready for it.

I also want to point out how important would be if Gungi gave continuity to Yoda's lineage. Sure we have Quigon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Ahsoka and whoever she chooses to be her Padawan in the future (I plan to make a part II about this eventually), but they are call "the disaster lineage" for a reason... Let's give Yoda a less chaotic lineage please.

Zatt and Quinlan Vos

If anyone in the Jedi order would be up for a challenge that person would definitely be Quinlan Vos. Not that I think Zatt would be a difficult Padawan, but because he is so different than Quinlan their dynamic would be so interesting (to me at least).

Quinlan would forced Zatt to leave his iPad at home.

"Forced" is probably a strong word, but I can't imagine Quinlan letting the boys really on technology as much Zett would like.

Remember that Zett is the padawan how tried to track his crystal using a datapad but eventually got frustrated and call the thing "useless", but much like Gungi, I don't believe that this one experience would change his whole personality forever. Zatt would probably still try to navigate his ships looking at the panels instead of trusting in the force and things like this, but Quinlan would reminder him of his lesson while making use of his abilities (Quinlan would ask Zatt to open so many doors so they could invade criminal hide out without making a big entrance...)

Also how cool would be if Zatt eventually became a sensory time like his master and learn to track his target using the force after years struggling with that?

• Zatt would teach Quinlan to be a little more discreet (I hope)

Zatt probably enjoys hacking into buildings and stealing information on the holonet while Vos is literally the guy how destroy the door of the house of a Hutt matriarch with his lightsaber just because he didn't had the patience to wait Obi-Wan come out with a plan. Zatt would probably give smart solutions for the trouble his master puts him into and Quinlan would have to listen at least from time to time.

• Quinlan would teach Zatt thing he cannot find in the holonet.

I really see Zatt as the iPad kid, and Quinlan would be the cool father who is street smart, you know? He would make Zatt learn from his environment instead on only books, and would make the boy practice abilities he is not currently comfortable with.

Also I think between the knowledge Quinlan has on the underworld factions and Zatt's hack abilities, Quinlan could shape his Padawan to be a really resourceful Jedi when it comes to dealing if criminal activity in the galaxy.

Ganodi and Kit Fisto

Please stay with me with this one.

I think Kit Fisto wasn't expecting getting a new Padawan anytime soon after his battle against general Grievous, but upon seeing Ganodi he would feel a bound and take the responsibility of training and raising the girl. Hear me out:

• A lesson on hope

You when Ganodi freaks out because she can't find her crystal and start to cry because she thinks there's no hope for her? And remember how Kit Fisto stay calm even after his former Padawan (Nahdar) dies and is able to continue his fight?

Yeah, Kit Fisto is the best Jedi to teach Ganodi about putting her fears aside for the sake of her mission. His wining personality (and smile) would also make his daughter Padawan adopt a more positive reaction towards however problem she is going to face.

• A healing journey

I truly believe Kit Fisto was deeply hurt by Nahdar death. He probably thinks it's his fault for not preparing the boy well enough, and would have the same fears about Ganodi, but eventually he would see they are different persons and the thing she struggles with are not the same as Nahdar. It would be different if he picked a over confident Padawan such as Petro (who I think is probably a lot like Nahdar was at that age), but Ganodi seems a sweet girl how need a little push to trust herself and Kit Fisto could absolutely help with that.

That's all I have considering what I know about the characters in cannon, but in my head cannons Ganodi would grow to be quite a fighter and would also benefit from Kit Fisto's lightsaber's abilities. I also find a bit funny the idea that all Kit Fisto's Padawans came from water worlds (Rodians came from a swamp so I'm assuming they can at the very least spend long periods under water)

This is too big already so I going to make a Part II covering Bith, Petro and some other force sensitive children we see in Star Wars but never got a master.

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

The Moon's Lies (2)

Summary: Kylo Ren x named!Reader. It was never going to be black or white, Light or Dark, friend or foe. Who wouldn't let the galaxy burn to keep their loved ones safe?

Warnings: 18+, unspoken threat of bodily harm, twisted morals, Kylo Ren being himself, vehicle wreck

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Canon Divergence Notes: There is no Rey. Finn is the destined Jedi, and he leaves the scar on Ren’s face during the climactic fight on Starkiller Base. The only original canon kept after TFA is the destined Jedi (Finn) leaving to find Luke and Snoke pushing Kylo Ren to the breaking point, continuing the student-kills-the-master cycle. Summary: No Rey. Finn is training to be a Jedi. Kylo Ren takes the throne from Snoke.

A/N: All hail the new alpha/beta reader! Three cheers for @aralezinspace! And thank you all for the support so far. <3 You make my galaxy spin.

2.

Years ticked by with battles fought, secrets found, and the rise of a new Supreme Leader to the throne of the First Order. Matters of life and death. To some.

Dyrrine judged the political upheaval like the weather. Rarely dangerous, but often an inconvenience. She couldn’t control it, and she worried more about sheltering her family from the rain than forming opinions about it.

At the moment, however, as mud sucked her boots down to the ankle and cold drops rode the wind to blast under her hood, she felt a lot of ways about the rain. Literally and figuratively.

Of course her responsibilities took her to Dantooine during the rainy season. And, of course, the First Order had no interest in accommodating the long line waiting for permits and passes.

Most of the year, Dantooine was lovely. Dry. Fairly temperate. Dyrrine would’ve enjoyed being off the ship and soaking in some sunshine while the rusty wheels of bureaucracy slowly groaned along. Instead, she dreamed of hot cups of tea and kept her hands stuffed deep in her wide sleeves as the queue inched forward, bowing under the storm’s onslaught. There were so many people still ahead of her, and she could barely see the service window through the downpour.

Good thing she’d reserved a seat on the next morning’s shuttle. She’d never make the evening flight. If things didn’t pick up, she might not reach the end of the line before the offices closed. Then she could do this all again at ass’o’clock in the morning, standing in a fresh downpour in day-old clothes without even the marginal warmth of the sun. What fun.

Off to the right, the depot’s primary doors slid open, spilling light into the miserable, sludgy afternoon. Stormtroopers in gleaming white armor stomped out, far too many for a patrol, and the eyes of every civilian turned their way. No one dared watch openly, but they peeped, and shrank, and waited. The ‘troopers formed two lines, facing each other to create a kind of path between the depot and the small collection of shuttles and TIEs left outside the hangar.

No wonder the administration was doing such a spectacular job that day. They had a VIP to entertain.

Dyrrine looked down at her feet, trying to work them free of the muck as the Adarian in front of her inched forward by half a pace. She had her priorities; keeping her place in line without losing a shoe was higher on her list than some First Order crony with extra polish on his boots.

One foot popped free with a noise like a belch, confirming Dyrrine’s belief the planet was trying to eat her. The second foot came loose by inches, and she was so consumed with keeping her balance she didn’t register the growing chill until the source stood in the open doorway.

Foot free, a step forward, and sinking into a new swatch of muck, she felt the menacing aura of a wildly powerful Force user. One didn’t need to be Force sensitive necessarily for animal instincts to register a threat, especially when said threat just loved to make a scene, to infect the very air with fear so every lesser creature would stay bowed low – where they belonged. She glanced back to the main entrance as the towering figure in black started down the ‘trooper-lined path, and her blood turned to ice.

She didn’t know his face – not this one, anyway. Last time they’d met, he’d hidden behind a chrome scowl, but his lightsaber was unmistakable, and kriffing hell if she didn’t remember that. It swung from his belt, bulky cross guard hilt on full display. The faint burn it once left along her neck took a week to heal, and this time there was no one to call him away before he introduced her to the blade properly. He was no one’s attack dog anymore. He’d slipped the chain and brutalized the fool holding the leash.

Kylo Ren. The new Supreme Leader.

The downpour suddenly didn’t feel like enough. Blinking away drops clinging to her lashes, she prayed for a flood, for the water to fall in sheets to curtain her from view, for the mud to gulp her down whole. Her gaze snapped back to the ground, hoping as she studied the trembling puddles that her spike of anxiety blended into the frightened crowd. What was one more terrified civilian in a sea of faces?

She resisted the urge to tug her hood lower. That would draw attention, tell anyone looking that she wanted to avoid being seen very, very badly. It took far too much attention to breathe, and she fought to release the mote of panic burning bright in her chest. No need to snuff it out. Just let it free. Like a firefly – still very real, but out and away from her thoughts. Drifting farther and farther, leaving a quiet void in its wake.

She was still. She was silent. She was invisible.

“I remember you.”

She was so kriffing screwed.

Drawn by the voice she would never have recognized without the helmet’s modulator, she looked between the shoulders of the nearest Stormtroopers to meet the Supreme Leader’s gaze. He towered over them, a wall of shadow behind their white armor. And there was no doubt he was speaking to her. He stepped forward, and the ‘troopers parted.

Too late to hide.

His presence crashed down like a wave, suffocating. Crushing.

She turned fully, facing him head-on as she reached deep to grasp the calm assurance that helped her through so many dangerous scrapes in the past.

“We never finished our conversation.” A playful edge sharpened his words, and she hunted through the flickers of expression that slipped past his guard. He wasn’t quite the same beast she met before. This time he was all confidence, secure in his position as the head of the First Order, free to stop, to take the time to pull her apart just for fun. His eyes traced her from dripping head to sodden feet, coming to stop on her pendant. “And you’re still wearing your protection charm. I thought you were going to leave it behind next time.”

With a dim smile that was entirely polite and not at all pleased, she repeated the short bow she’d offered on their first meeting, eyes dipping with her knees as she proved her respect. But she didn’t try to cower. When she rose, she resumed eye contact, letting her expression go placid in the face of her worst nightmare.

“Apologies.” Her voice came strong and steady. It didn’t even shake from the chill. “But as you said, we never finished our conversation, and I never heard whether it was offensive or just surprising.”

Humility, sometimes seasoned with feigned stupidity, could get a civilian far with the First Order. Sometimes officers appreciated the break from the usual hysterics of oppressed locals fighting for rights they no longer possessed. Sometimes a neutral attitude just made her forgettable, which was always the best outcome.

Unfortunately, she’d made a much deeper impression than she’d realized in this case, and she knew he wouldn’t let her fade into the mist like a ghost a second time. Even in the dreary weather, his eyes practically sparkled.

“We should fix that.”

She bowed again – quickly – and without looking away.

“It would be an honor, but I wouldn’t dare take any more of your valuable time, Supreme Leader.”

It was as close to begging as someone could get without yielding, and she knew she’d failed by the quirk of his lips.

“Then you can honor me aboard my shuttle.” He moved on, not in the least encumbered by the mud holding the rest of the planet hostage. “Bring her.”

Two ‘troopers who’d been following in his wake stepped up, but she moved. Springing forward as lithely as she could given her footing, she passed into the hall of white armored bodies of her own volition. It flummoxed the guards, and she offered a simple nod and smile as she continued after their leader. He hadn’t said to arrest her. Or bind her. Not even seize her. She still had some room to work, and so long as the ‘troopers didn’t know whether or not she was a prisoner, she could keep dancing.

So, she kept just ahead of the guards and well back from Kylo Ren, wading through Dantooine’s hateful sendoff to the waiting command shuttle.

The Supreme Leader’s thunderous steps echoed back down the ramp as she entered the hollow of the ship, following muddy tracks across the pristine floors. It felt like sacrilege. Like truth. The honest filth of the First Order’s dominion, and the inevitable tide beyond all illusions of control. Beneath her careful tranquility, a smug spark of emotion kindled. Not even the great First Order could stay polished in the face of a good storm.

But the spark faded as the Stormtroopers marched up after her, and the ramp groaned shut.

The ship was cold. A dead cold. Black with flashes of white and red lights that chilled her worse than the rain. She wondered if anyone in the Order – voluntarily or compelled – ever really saw their ships and bases as home. Something always seemed to draw them back, but she was willing to bet it was the blaster in the arms of the soldier beside them over duty or desire.

The passenger compartment opened directly into the cockpit, where four flight staff were prepping the shuttle for takeoff. There was only one other chair she could spy, and she knew better than to claim it. Guest or prisoner, she shouldn’t sit until her host offered, and she seriously doubted he would.

Leaning over the pilot and copilot, the Supreme Leader rattled off orders, checking his people’s work before it was even complete.

Was he a pilot, too? She knew that flavor of backseat driving. It was why they banned so many temporary residents from the Kuma Lisa’s cockpit. Once you’d had a ship’s controls in hand, most people struggled to accept them in someone else’s.

Ren’s low voice carried through the small space, disinterested in keeping secrets from the damned. “Set course for Ord Trasi. We’ll rendezvous as planned with the Steadfast.”

She closed her eyes and took a beat to breathe through the bubble of panic at the planet’s name. None of this was planned. He didn’t know she’d been on her way back for a rendezvous of her own. If she was careful, she’d remain the only one in danger. They’d know something was wrong when she didn’t return in the morning…

And right now, she needed to open her eyes and play the game. Or she’d never get to wade through a muddy queue ever again. She’d never touch solid ground, feel the rain on her face, or swear at a too-hot sun if she met her end on a damned star destroyer. Or on this shuttle, for that matter.

She got a reign on her fear and looked back to the cockpit just as Ren turned. His black ensemble maintained his regal air even with wet hair sticking to his forehead and ten inches of mud climbing his boots. His cape was no less ominous for the messy streaks on its hem as it flowed behind his long, determined stride. She doubted she’d weathered the rain so well. But that might work in her favor. Anything, given the right approach, could work in one’s favor. It was just a matter of strategy.

The ship lifted off from the mud, hard rain streaking down the viewport like it could drive them back to ground, and Kylo Ren left his flight staff to handle the voyage. While the craft was spacious for a shuttle, it was far from a cruiser, and he closed the distance like shadows rushing in after a light switched off. She held her ground. Waited like a good little subject until his boots came within inches of hers.

She knew this tactic.

Men like him loomed over their prey for one of two reasons. He wanted a fight, or he wanted a trembling victim to torture. He was waiting to see which she’d offer.

She’d deny him both. If it came back to bite her in the ass, at least she’d die satisfied with her decision.

He’d kill her in a heartbeat if she tried to fight – unarmed, trapped on his ship, surrounded by his lackeys. If she served up the fear he craved, he’d wring it out of her until she ran dry, and then she’d be just as dead and twice as grateful to expire.

With the board set against her, she must change the rules.

The ship’s low rumbling beneath her feet reminded her she was already in the belly of the beast, and she must be very clever to climb back out again.

“Who are you?” For all his casual intimidation, he didn’t hide the curiosity in his voice, and his anger didn’t singe the air like it did once upon a time on a planet far, far away.

He recognized a game when he saw one, and the moment he was humoring her. Or at least humoring himself.

She didn’t bow, though she dipped her eyes for the fraction of a second it took her to gather air for an answer. There was a fine line between a silly little stranger and an annoying fool. Too much bobbing would look anxious, anyway. But she held his eyes as she replied.

“Dyrrine Bairdne, sir.”

“And you’re from Lethe.” His eyes traced the strands of beads around her neck, the rings on her fingers, and bracelets on her wrists.

Slowly, mindful of the many guns and deadlier things on display, she raised her hands and lifted her hood. The Supreme Leader’s attention swung to the ornaments woven through her hair, and he scoffed.

“I see you’ve added more armor.” He stared her dead in the eye, daring her. “Expecting to meet a monster?”

She let her nebulous serenity grow warm. A blast from a cheap, old heater on a bitter winter night. Hardly the sun’s rays. But it wasn’t like he wanted that.

“Not at all, Supreme Leader.” She touched the longest strand of beads, keeping his focus on the Selenubis. “I’m training to be the next Naine of my family. Carrier of a thousand wishes, which is what these – ” She lifted a handful of necklaces, letting them rattle to draw both eye and ear. “ – represent.”

He plucked one from her grip, and his eyebrows furrowed. A frown bent his mouth as he rolled the smooth grey stones between gloved fingertips. He studied them like they had a secret script he might decipher in the fluid lines weaving over the face of each sphere.

“Take them off.”

She blinked, masking a busy mind with a face full of surprise. “Sir? They are offensive, then.”

“They’re a nuisance.” Though he didn’t let go of her jewelry, he did return his attention to her face. The amusement had waned. He wanted through her defenses.

Twisting his grip, he dragged her off-balance, and she jerked half a step forward.

Lips by her ear, he repeated, “Take them off.”

With his hulking shoulders out of the way, she could see through the viewport again. At some point, as she bantered for her life, they’d jumped to hyperspace. If he ran her through, right here, at least she’d have a familiar view.

The instant she pulled the faintest comfort from the thought, the ship was spat out of hyperspace, and a planet filled the view.

“Sir,” the flight officer called. “We’ve reached Ord Trasi. On route to rendezvous with the Steadfast now.”

The ship must be hiding on the far side of the planet, away from the hyperspace lanes.

Ren shoved her away, and the two ‘troopers stepped up to flank her. While his intentions were still far from clear, she wasn’t the honored kind of guest. She caught herself before her guards had an excuse to put hands on her, and as the Supreme Leader stomped back to oversee the last leg of their journey, she folded her shaking hands back inside her wet sleeves.

She seized the opportunity to breathe. Still alive. Still in one piece. And another distraction had bought her another precious few minutes. What she’d do with that time she had no idea, but she had it anyway.

Three TIE fighters wheeled into view, streaking past in perfect formation. The first sign of a larger First Order presence.

“I didn’t order an honor guard,” the Supreme Leader snapped. “Order them back to the ship.”

Oh, he was definitely a pilot. He was practically twitching. Too much protection must insult his ego, especially when he wasn’t behind the controls.

The flight officer leaned into the comms and relayed the command, but the TIEs did not disperse. They roared past again, moving behind the shuttle, and she swore she could feel Kylo Ren’s oppressive attention physically lift from her to this new problem.

Doubtless, Ren had something to say. More orders. A good threat or three. But before he could express his wrath beyond the creaking of his glove around his fist, a series of blasts rocked the transport.

Alarms wailed, and the flight crew began shouting updates and alerts as every standing passenger – apart from Ren – lurched into the wall. Beyond the racket from the cockpit, she could hear the wheeze of a dying engine somewhere below.

Kriff.

“Where are our shields?” Ren demanded.

Frantically switching toggles, the pilot shouted over the cacophony. “The readout shows they’re online, sir, but the damage suggests – ”

“Sabotage.” The Supreme Leader all but spat the word.

Shrieking by for another pass, the TIEs sent a hail of green laser fire over the shuttle, and she listened to the hull groan. The wall under her face was warm, and she carefully worked her way to a line of emergency grip points above. She clung on for dear life, looping her arm through and preparing for the worst.

She would not go down with the ship.

And the ship was definitely going down. Hazy clouds blurred the stars, the dark of space fading into atmospheric blue as they lost altitude.

“Sir, we’ve lost too much power. The planet’s gravity is – ”

“Supreme Leader, they’re coming about! Brace for - !”

The side of the shuttle exploded.

The angle of the blast sent debris spearing into the cockpit, and from the corner of her eye she saw an arc of wet crimson splash across the view screen. Now entirely out of control, the ship rolled, and the two stormtroopers tumbled boots-over-helmet through the hole that used to be the other half of the passenger compartment. Their voice modulators warped their screams as they fell.

She screamed, too, lifted off her feet, thrown into wall-ceiling-floor in a dizzying cycle. Her belly leapt into her throat as the engine heaved its last breath and the craft dropped into freefall.

Smoke and sparks filled the air. She couldn’t see what had happened to the flight crew or their dread leader, but no one was doing anything to slow their descent. If there was sabotage though, who was to say the shields were the only system affected? Even if they were conscious, Ren was the only one with the power to do anything at this point.

Well. Not only Ren.

Moving from grip to grip, she worked her way closer to the damaged half of the ship. She needed perspective. She had to see what she was doing.

A blur of green and brown appeared between flashes of blue, and she cursed. All her wonderful protective charms kept flying up to smack in her face, tangle in her hair, and obscure her view. She had a choice to make, and she needed to make it quickly.

Regardless of whether or not Kylo Ren survived, she wasn’t ready to die, certainly not like this. So she’d just have to take her chances.

Letting go of her precious handhold with one hand, she set to work, tugging and tearing the necklaces from her throat. She ripped the rings off with her teeth, and half the bracelets snapped as she jerked them free.

Her senses blossomed, expanding beyond her skin, beyond her sight. She felt the distance between the ship and the planet below, teaming with life, and another dim pulse somewhere onboard. Another survivor. She’d worry about that later. She’d save herself first.

Reaching into the flow of energy and motion that kept the galaxy turning, she pulled. Just as she’d found the grip inside the ship to keep stable, she grappled with air currents, gravity, and space to stabilize the shattered craft’s descent.  

It had been a long, long time since she’d tried anything on this scale, and it tore through her the way too much exercise ripped fragile muscles. Something wet dripped down her neck as the spinning slowed. They were still dropping too fast, and she pushed down at the planet until her ears rang with the effort.

Gradually, painfully, she took control of the fall.

This wouldn’t be a pretty landing.

But they just might survive it.

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The other duel of fates

You know this part of ROTS movie and novel always got my attention.

Like here we have Anakin giving himself ansiety over killing or not killing Count Dooku thinking this wasn´t very Jedi like while on the other hand we have Obi-Wan not only proud of what Anakin did but also using it to ruin Grievous day in his own misson to kill or capture Grievous, while the Jedi Council and the Senate knew as well and didnt thought much of it.

I believe this is a nice call back to Luke and Vader´s situation on ROTJ

On the one hand Count Dooku was the leader of a Separatist group that had attacked neutral planets for years and bringing war to them, it was kind of justified to kill him on sight if he could not be brought to justice and Anakin killed him after the literal leader of the republic, an old friend and trusted father figure asked him to kill him

On the other hand Count Dooku knew who the real Sith master was and if he was brought in alive he would have been able to give the Jedi Order some information in exchange of getting back at Darth Sidious, maybe he would even have been able to tell them about Order 66 if Sidious didn´t find another way of killing him , So in context it wasnt exactly wrong per se for Anakin to kill Dooku but for Anakin personally, this was another step in falling definitely towards the darkside.

In Luke´s case it´s similar

Darth Vader is the second in comand of the Empire, one of the most feared people in the galaxy, rebels fleed at the sigh of him or tried to stop him knowing it would mean their lifes, Luke´s Jedi Masters, Obi-Wan and Yoda bassically told him it wasn´t wrong if Luke had to kill his father because there was no other way of dealing with a Sith like him as he was no longer Anakin but Luke personally knew that if he killed Vader in his test on the cave, he would "become him" meaning he would fall and fall badly.

In a way what saved Luke from doing the same thing with his father Anakin did with Count Dooku, was the fact Vader was the father he had been looking for bassically from the beginning of his story and the Emperor himself, no longer a trusted authority but the worst enemy ever for Luke, the one who corrupted his father, supported Luke killing Vader and Vader more than Dooku knew this was a possibility when he dueled Luke.

So Luke didn´t kill Vader when he could, he rejected the darkside and the Emperor attacked him and when he needed help Vader answered his pleas out of love and compassion for his Son.

This probably would not have worked for Count Dooku to turn him from the Darkside given Anakin meant little to the Count but Luke asking his father for his help definitely meant the galaxy to Vader.

Just Star Wars Ryhmes.

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A sketch of Din Djarin in Mandalorian armor prior to getting the Mudhorn Clan sigil. Pencil on off white paper. Caption reads: What's going on? I thought you needed help? Imaged inspired by The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 3, The Sin.

It became apparent, as soon as the Din Djarin rocketed into Grogu’s room in the cabin, that his dad had thought his request for help was because some sort of dire, planet shattering catastrophe was about to befall them and only a Mandalorian could be of assistance. He was brandishing his side arm and already had the strange shield the Armorer had added to his vambrace activated. The wild look his dad gave the room, Grogu, and the couple of stuffed critters Grogu kept on his hammock convinced Grogu that he needed to save his Gal Basic for true emergencies. Uff.

“What’s going on? I thought you needed help?” 

Din Djarin sounded so disappointed that Grogu felt even worse. But he was a Jedi studying to be a Mandalorian bounty hunter. He could do this. 

Grogu chirped and began to use the sign language they’d learned from the Sand people to describe the help he needed from his dad. Slowly, but surely, the Mandalorian began to relax. The shield was de-activated and the blaster was returned to its holster. His dad also relaxed his stance and crossed his arms at his chest level. Grogu was now talking to his dad about routine matters like when could they watch the latest episode of Diggle and Daggle, the Fish that fish. It had been a musical episode and Grogu had learned all the songs, much to his dad’s eventual regret.

“Okay. Let me see if I’ve got this right. You want to go to Ordo or Tatooine, so you can talk to Fennec and Fett or talk to Lacc Straso or Seb Ta’low about someone called the Brethren, because IG-11-M didn’t have enough information?”

Grogu nodded his head. His dad had managed to understand that better than when Grogu spoke to him in Gal Basic. 

“Buddy, we just got back from Tatooine. I get wanting to talk to Seb Ta’low. I’ve got a feeling like I’ve met him before, but I can’t figure out when that could have happened. But what makes you so sure he knows anything about the Brethren? We could go to Ossus and talk to Luke about other cults that use the Force.”

His dad had a point. They both knew where Ossus was. Luke was still there, if he wasn’t actively looking for students since Grogu had returned to his dad. Jedi Seb could be any where. Maybe he was on Tatooine still waiting for his daughter to show up or spending time with his son. Or maybe he had taken the YT-1300 light freighter on a trip to collect beskar armor? If he’d done that he could be anywhere. Dank Farrik.

Grogu must have made a face at the mention of Luke’s name. His dad had sighed a bit impatiently.

“Buddy, I get it. You might feel kind of embarrassed going back to Ossus to ask Luke for help after skipping out of Sleep Away camp early, but someone day you’ll have to talk to him. He saved you from Gideon’s battle droids. He saved all of us. I couldn’t have done that without him. None of us could.”

Grogu nodded his head and sighed his own sigh. He really liked Luke. If Grogu had been a Jedi Master he would have gladly taken the young human on as his padawan. But that was part of the problem. Luke thought he was the master and that Grogu was a little kid who didn’t know anything about the Force. Luke just didn’t understand what things had been like anywhere other than Tatooine and Tatooine had really been an almost invisible planet as far as the Empire had been concerned. Which was strange, all things considered.

“I’m sure he’s forgotten about you going with R2-D2 to get chicken nuggets on the Wheel. And he’s probably forgotten the time you and R2 tricked him into collecting all those frogs… and the time you hid all the ration packs so he would have to find something else to eat. Heh. You sound a lot like me as a kid. I didn’t have a droid, but my best friend and I used to get into all sorts of trouble at the market, sneaking fruit. I’ve always thought that’s why I ended up becoming a bounty hunter. I always liked figuring out how to get what I wanted without anyone else knowing. Hmmm.”

Grogu waited for his dad to continue with something like bated breath. Now the Mandalorian was acting all thoughtful. Was he going to tell Grogu a story about sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet his friends and go fruit picking at the ‘nearby’ orchard that had actually been twenty klicks away? Yes, he’d already heard that story, but it was a good story and it made it much easier for Grogu to imagine his dad being a mischievous young boy at one point in time, instead of being an inscrutable Mandalorian bounty hunter from the moment of his birth. 

“You know what Buddy? I think we should go to Corellia. I have an old friend I haven’t seen for a while and they might just know something about the Brethren. At any rate, when we’re there we can stop at this noodle place near the planet side landing zone. They serve the best noodles there. I think you’ll like it.”

Well. Imagine that. Grogu and his dad were going on an adventure and it wasn’t quite what he’d planned, but it was possible that it was a better plan. After all, it included food! Yippee!

[pomplalamoose]

Master Luke Skywalker headcanons🩵✨

In my other headcanon posts I already mentioned a few ideas of mine of Luke as Master Skywalker (find a summary of them here) but I wanted to do an extra post because I have a ✨thing✨ for authority figures

• I'm totally biased in saying so but in my opinion Luke would be (or is) a great Jedi Master 

• he's kind, empathetic and patient; in my opinion the most important traits to have as a teacher 

• his own Jedi education isn't as long ago as it would have been if he had grown up in the Jedi temple, so I think he's easily able to put himself back into the shoes of a Padawan

• especially if some of his students are quick tempered, impulsive and easily frustrated when they don't progress as fast as they'd like to, just like he once was 

• he is able to successfully handle a wild assortment of personalities, finding ways to engage a rambunctious crowd just as well as the shy and more withdrawn individuals 

• likewise he matches his behavior accordingly 

• he's very well attuned to his surroundings, good at reading the room and deciding whether a more strict or calming approach is necessary

• he is stern when he needs to be, although I don't think he particularly likes it 

• he doesn't want to raise his voice either and I don't think he has to often except to get his student's attention from time to time

• just like in other parts of his life he always wants to understand why there is a conflict in the first place and will gladly act as negotiator if it means resolving a fight 

• or avoid having to take more drastic measures 

• if he gets angry though even the birds fall quiet

• it's like the life gets sucked out of everything 

• I said before that making him angry is not easy, so congrats to anyone who manages and also my serious condolences 

• even then he won't grow unrestrained though

• he'd never expose or punish someone in front of others

• he'll remain fair and will ask the person or group responsible to have a private conversation with him 

• that's what's so absolutely terrifying though

• his quiet anger is worse than if he'd just scream at them instead

• I don't think that anyone would be able to get used to this, not with how slowly and silently his anger approaches 

�� you don't see it coming until it's too late 

• those who end up alone in that room with him never speak of it

• you see them leave looking pallid, many with tear stained faces 

• they never act up again after that

• of course rumours are going wild, the theories about what happened are endless

• yet everyone is too scared to find out for themselves and very happy to stay in their Master's good graces 

• he takes time to get to know every one of his Padawans very well and thus can tell what they might need from him at any given moment or in specific situations 

• do they need a compliment, so as not to loose faith in themselves? 

• a little joke and a gentle smile to lighten the mood? 

• reassurance to ease their mind? 

• maybe a little motivational speech?

• a pat on the back?

• or a hug?

• carefully voiced questions about their well being; do they need anything? Someone to talk to?

• do they need a break, some time for themselves?

• an offer to repeat any exercise after the official lessons of the day are done?

• a tease or a little bet to rouse their fighting spirit?

• a stern reprimand?

• a time out?

• generally I see him slightly differentiating not only in his demeanor towards the children, the teenagers and the young adults but in the way he structures their varying lessons as well

• he allows himself to be more relaxed and laid back with the kids 

• he wants them to feel safe and at home, so he makes sure they see him as a kind of parental figure in addition to being their teacher 

• also I think he'd teach them about the Force and their connection to it in a way that comes natural to them

• many children don't have a long attention span yet, so it's important to be engaging and let them have fun too

• I see Luke trying to keep his inputs short and simple to then make them discover what they just learned in a game themselves 

• like for example: being able to reach out, to feel the Force and all living beings surrounding you doesn't sound as cool as "learning a new trick to beat everyone else at hide and seek"

• likewise he wouldn't jump straight into meditation with them

• you can't force a child to meditate when it fails to sit still for longer than two minutes 

• Luke is aware this would only lead to them viewing meditation as negative, maybe even something alike to a punishment 

• so to avoid that I see him introducing it in a slow and careful way 

• like telling them stories that get increasingly longer over time 

• or making them color in pictures 

• really, any activity that includes mindfulness in some way is a welcome strategy 

• I think he'd be more strict with the teenagers and young adults 

• many of them haven't been with him since they were little and often need firm guidelines 

• not necessarily because any of them are especially rebellious or going through a phase™ but because it's easier to adapt to a new way of life with set rules 

• Luke knows that some of them come from a difficult background or had a hard journey to find him, so he wants to give them clear framework conditions to work with 

• a daily routine leaves less room for uncertainties and lends a sense of safety 

• still he welcomes a more personal approach in their shared free time if they are comfortable with it

• he's very interested to hear about their former lifes

• about their interest and hobbies

• their favorite dishes 

• the customs of their people

• their friends and family 

• and their favorite music 

• he'll share stories of his own as well, often involving his own struggles as a Padawan 

• nobody is supposed to feel like an outcast or a special case because they're older or somehow "different" from the others 

• still they are more prone to giving him an attitude than the kids are and Luke definitely isn't above paying them right back 

• he leans towards Yoda in that aspect; his patience may seem endless but if he can have some fun as well, he'll take the chance 

• repeating phrases that used to drive him mad when he was younger is his favorite thing to resort to

• the best example for that is probably "Don't try. Do!"

• alternatively he likes to come up with ridiculous sayings or advices that make no sense at all

• if someone is especially annoying he'll make them mediate in stupid positions, claiming that this particular pose is immensely important for their development

• even if someone should realize what's going on they don't have any prove to go by, so who are they to deny their Master?

• Luke thinks it's hilarious 

• I don't think it's uncommon for his students to be very intimidated by Luke though

• some of the newly arrived may even fear him 

• while he's beloved as a person and greatly admired for his skills, nobody can quite forget who it is they're living and sharing their meals with 

• especially those who haven't been around him for long yet and can't quite believe that, he too, is really just some dude 

• of course he's not just some dude but I feel like that's what Luke would like to be perceived as 

• to him it's important to be approachable no matter the circumstances

• he wants everyone to know he's always there to help and not just a teacher but a friend as well 

• the children don't struggle with this as much as his other students 

• everyone enjoys spending time with him but then he has these moments where he doesn't seem fully human anymore 

• his eyes are just a tad too bright, too piercing

• they see more than just his immediate surroundings

• when he looks at you it's either like he doesn't see you at all or too much, like illuminating even the last corners of your very being and turning you inside out 

• he's eerily quiet and his presence a mystery 

• not even the best of his students are able to sense him in the Force when he closes himself off

• he could be standing right in front of you and you wouldn't notice if that's what he wants 

• likewise his Force signature is often overwhelming for those still inexperienced

• often he appears out of thin air like a spectre and vanishes just the same 

• he senses whenever he's needed and will let himself be found but nobody knows where he goes to and what he does when alone 

• does he even sleep? 

• are we sure he's really eating and drinking or is that an illusion?

• seeing him tired or crumpled is such a rarety that nobody can remember if it ever happened before

• he doesn't always react the way one would expect him to

• sometimes he's smiling to himself, like he's listening in to someone not visible to everyone else 

• on some occasions his students find him unresponsive for hours 

• is his body still inhabitated? Where did his mind go?

• he never shows any signs of exertion 

• he always looks impeccable no matter the weather and circumstances 

• he seems to simply exist beyond external influences 

Quick authors note before we continue: 

I see Luke as a very responsible and trustworthy person and don't think he'd actually pursue one of his students in a romantic or sexual way; he's aware of the power imbalance and probably not comfortable with it.

While I'm sure there are some mutual attraction situations from time to time, he doesn't act on his feelings.

HOWEVER let's be really delusional and ignore that 

• Luke is usually very direct but in this case I'm sure he'd take his time 

• having a passing fancy is nothing out of the ordinary and he will make sure he's genuinely interested in you before risking to overstep his line as a teacher 

• even then he'd proceed with utmost care

• he does not want to make you uncomfortable in any way and should he find that you don't return his feelings, he'll withdraw immediately

• so he'll carefully start testing how far he can go and observe your respective reactions closely 

• to everyone else this won't seem suspicious at all 

• Luke often takes one or two of his students under his wing to keep them close by when he believes some extra support is needed 

• his innocent touches will linger a little bit longer than necessary though

• your shared eye contact, even during short conversations, is strangely intense 

• his smile suddenly more inviting 

• he often offers you his hand now

• it seems that his attention is always on you 

• are you imagining things?

• of course Luke would never invade your privacy to a point where he'd take a look inside your mind 

• he picks up on clues otherwise 

• for example, if he notices you are growing nervous or flustered around him more easily than usual, he'll take that as a good sign 

• he'll find reasons to ask for your opinion or makes up tasks that require you to help him

• he's adamant about you having one-on-one lessons with him 

• he's very aware of the effect he has on you and likes to tease mercilessly

• he'll lean down to whisper in your ear, reveling in the way it makes you shiver 

• will he outright tell you about his feelings though?

• I don't think so

• this last step he will leave up to you 

• it's important to him that it's what you want too

• he'll definitely continue to flirt but if you don't confront him about it, he won't go any further than that 

[johanna-swann]

I was talking about Star Wars with my brother yesterday (as you do) and I think I figured out what bothers me about Rey's story in her second movie in comparison to Luke's story in his second movie.

Because in general it's the same story, right? Young Padawan has to part ways with his friends from the resistance to travel to a remote planet where a lonely Jedi Master lives in hopes to receive some help, but after only a short period of training they leave again because their friends are in danger and they have to do something about it.

Both Luke and Rey can come across as hotheaded, impulsive, entitled and a little reckless in this part of the story. They're impatient about their training progress, they think they know better than their Master about basically everything and end up breaking the rules against their Master's advice.

The difference is that this experience goes very badly for Luke, there are consequences he didn't see and that come back to bite him in the arse. Rey? Doesn't learn a thing or has anything really fate altering happening to her. Let me explain:

Luke abandons his training to save Han and Leia (an Chewie and 3PO), but his presence in the Cloud City doesn't really help his friends. Han still ends up being sold to Jabba and the others are saved by Lando who double-crosses the Empire. What does happen however is he jeopardises his own life, loses half an arm, lives through a major trauma that may or may not influence his ability to defeat the Sith and he loses his chance to train with an actual Jedi. Yoda is on his deathbed by the time Luke returns to Dagobah and there are no other Jedi left. The experience completely changes his perspective, the consequences shape his future and his character changes a lot after these events too. He becomes a lot more mature and humble without losing his confidence. He grows up.

Rey abandons her training because she's convinced she can save Ben. They kill Snoke together, but she fails in converting Kylo Ren and ending the rule of the First Order and has to flee. It's a traumatising experience for sure, but does anything really change for Rey afterwards? All of her friends survive, nobody gets captured, she doesn't sacrifice one of her limbs. The only person who dies is her Master, but she only knew Luke for a few weeks(?) and she doesn't need him the way Luke needed Yoda: Leia can resume her training, it's no trouble at all. In fact, it's kind of more convenient this way because Rey can stay with the resistance while she continues her training. She's more driven and at times desperate than ever afterwards other than Luke who, as I said, grew calmer. She doesn't really change her perspective on Ben either, despite her resentment she's still very close to him, has romantic feelings for him even.

I like Rey and I think she had a lot of potential, but they screwed her over so badly. It's like they copied the story line, but where Luke had to pay a heavy price to move forward, Rey sacrificed nothing and gained nothing. It just happened, no further consequences or meaning.

[crowleychild]

DAY 16: ON THE RUN (ALT 8 uded) Fandom: Star Wars Rating: G Warnings: Mention of death, guilt

Obi-Wan needs to get out of here. He feels as if his mind is killing him, Tatooine reminded him too much of everything he wanted to forget.

Everything had started there, after all.

But he knows running away is not an option, not any more. He has a last mission to accomplish.

It hurts so much, though.

Each time he smells the deserts and feels the sand, he remembers when he first saw Anakin. A small kid, who brought that smell to him for the first time, who taught him that life wasn’t as easy on every planet as it was on Coruscant. 

Each time he looks at the two suns, he can’t help but to think about himself and his master. 

He thinks about Qui-Gon a lot these days. Yoda had told him he could see him again, that he had reached immortality through the Force, but the truth is that he doesn’t know if he is ready.

For so many years, he would have done anything to have just one more minute with his Master. To ask him what he was thinking, why did he leave him, why did he ask him to train a Chosen One he had never believed in, “I was still too young” he wanted to tell him.

But now, he realizes he doesn’t know if he really wants to see him. He hadn’t had time to mourn him properly, he had had to get used to life without him in a glimpse. He had thought about him, of course, every time he didn’t know what to do, how to act, but he didn't have time to think about forgiveness. Because the truth is, he thinks he blames Qui-Gon for at least a part of all his pain.

He had abandoned him, he had died and made him promise to take an apprentice while knowing he wouldn’t even see him become a proper Jedi Knight in his ceremony. He had put so much weight on his shoulders, and for what?

Anakin is not the Chosen One, he never was. 

Qui-Gon made him train a boy when he still had his padawan braid, of course he wasn’t ready. He saw that boy grow, he formed a strong bond with him, he raised him, taught him everything he knew, but in the end he couldn’t help that cold, afraid little boy that he met on a spaceship so many years ago. 

He loved that little boy, of course he did. They kind of grew and learnt at the same time, they were brothers. He had a magnetic energy, it was impossible not to love him, to feel amazed by his powers and the way he seemed so unbothered about the whole prophecy thing. He was becoming such a great person, a great Jedi…

But he failed miserably, not only his Master, but Anakin too.

Qui-Gon found him on that kriffing planet, then died and passed the burden to a too young Obi-Wan. How could his Master think it could possibly work?

Now, his heart is broken to a million pieces, everything he loved is forever lost.

He wishes he could run away, as he did on Mustafar, as he did on Coruscant. Run away from his mistakes. 

But he has already run from who he was, all he stood for, and his mistakes still haunt him.

He guess he has already run away too much. He ran away from the Empire, and now he has to finally settle down and take care of another small boy. 

Luke.

A boy that will always remind him of his father. That will always remind him of Anakin’s agonizing face on Mustafar, of his last words to him, of the smell of hate, betrayal and burned flesh, of the day he watched the person he loved the most being consumed by flames, knowing he was the one who had killed him.

Because he could run away from everyone,even himself, but never his past. He could blame Qui-Gon, think of his death instead of Anakin’s, but he could never forget.

Because, in his mind, he will always be on the run but his sins will always catch him.

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[rosstmcd]

So, the Jedi.

I first saw Episode IV back when it was just Star Wars, in the theaters, in 1977. I was eight, and it was the most awesome thing I had ever seen. Especially the Jedi (although for a long time I thought they were "Jet-Eye" knights) -- Obi-Wan Kenobi and Luke Skywalker, and lightsabers! And the Force! I wanted to be a Jedi so bad.

With that movie, George Lucas instilled in me a love of that universe so strong that not even George Lucas could destroy it.

So I love the idea of the Jedi. When I'm creating a character in a video game, I usually pick whatever option is closest to being a Jedi (e.g. Vanguard in Mass Effect.) TTRPGs often the same.

But at the same time I am aware that, holy cow, the Jedi collectively are as dumb as a bag of hammers.

(In their defense, they spent a lot of centuries being the undisputed baddest mofos in the galaxy; they didn't need to be smart. But as soon as they got some actual opposition, yikes.)

Like, consider Anakin. Here's this kid, he's six, which is older than we usually take kids in, think the Jedi. He's got this hard knot of anger and fear, because, duh, he's been enslaved his whole life and also because we just took him away from his mom and told him he can never see her again. What should we do with him?

I know, the Jedi say to themselves, we'll train him, but we'll be sure to remind him constantly that we're always watching him because we don't trust him, and we're suspicious that he might fall to the Dark Side at any moment. That's sure to solve those negative feelings! Nothing bad can come from this plan!

Or take Geonosis in Episode II. Oh no, some of our people are in trouble! Let's swoop in with a couple dozen Jedi, each of whom is a veritable typhoon of destructive potential, and then we will... stand in a circle in a literal killing field, where every single one of our hundred of enemies has a clear line of fire at us, and just bounce blaster bolts off our lightsabers. This is an excellent strategy and cannot possibly lose.

Or towards the end of Episode III, where Obi-Wan and Yoda have finally figured out that their primary enemies are Palpatine and Anakin -- who have, conveniently, separated themselves so that the two remaining Jedi masters can concentrate their force (and their Force, for that matter) and attack each of them two-on-one in succession. Oooooor they could split up and go one-on-one against each of them. Hmm. Which plan will the Jedi go with?

Or when that goes to shit, and they're like, "Well, I guess we're fucked now, we have literally no other option but to go hide out for the next sixteen years or so and do basically nothing. Hypothetically some kind of resistance movement might form against this new Empire that could benefit from the presence of two Jedi masters, but meh. Our best bet is to wait for a couple of babies to become teenagers and dump the whole thing on them."

(People gave Luke a lot of shit in the sequel trilogy for fucking off to the ass end of nowhere and hiding out from the results of his mistakes, but I don't know why anyone would be surprised. It's exactly what both of his Jedi mentors did.)

Anyway, my point: I love the Jedi and think they're all idiots. Force bless those empty-headed space wizards.

[kyberrebel]

Ahsoka show finale thoughts

Straight up, I loved it. While the first few episodes had some weird pacing, it really picked up and became amazing. It showed the growth and evolution of the characters beautifully. It acted as a great continuation of Rebels, and was still great as a stand-alone show.

All the characters, both old and new, were handled with so much care. It never felt like fan service for fan service sake. Even when dead characters like Anakin showed up, it was always to progress the story. And damn were his moments, especially the flashbacks, really good. Also, that final shot of him at the end, watching over Ahsoka and Sabine, was so good. I bawled my eyes out.

And that's another thing about this show- It made me cry more consistently than any other Star Wars show. While I cried at the end of TCW, the last few episodes of Rebels, and literally any time Luke showed up in Mando and TBOBF, Ahsoka had me crying either out of joy or sadness so consistently. As a whole, it definitely played with my emotions so, so much.

It also left me asking so many questions in the end, so I'm thinking we are definitely getting some kind of season two. Like, I know we are also getting a movie tying up this era of shows, but it seems so much was left at the end of the show, to put all of it in the movie. Not only did Ahsoka, Sabine, and Huyang get left behind, but the whole thing with Baylon and Shin never came to a conclusion.

Honestly, Baylon and Shin need their own show. They were such amazing episodes, I am dying to find out what happens with them, and with the whole idea of a 'new kind of Jedi' Baylon has. I also want to know if Shin wants to split from her Master for good. But it all really hurts, because Ray Stevenson passed away. So much of Baylon being a great character was Ray being an amazing actor, and damn, do I wish he could have seen how much the fans love him and his character. I just wonder if and how his and Shin's story will continue to be told.

But yeah, like I said, Ahsoka is such an amazing show. It's tied for being my favorite Star Wars show, which says a lot considering it was only 8 episodes. I absolutely can't wait to see what happens next.

It's also been great being able to share my thoughts on the past few episodes with you all. But until next time, may the force be with you all xx

[general-kenobis]

trust you | anakin skywalker: episode VII

Summary: After Anakin's breakdown, you're face to face again. This time, you both talk about his relationship with his former Jedi Master — something he doesn't like to reminisce.

Warnings: None, just vulgar words as always

Word count: 3.9k

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(Y/N):

I haven't really talked or seen Anakin much after what happened at the event last week. I mean, sure he was always walking down the Temple, probably doing his job and taking care of Luke, but somehow he managed to retreat himself from interacting with other people, even the men he goes on missions with. I watched as he would always show up on the hallways, not looking at anyone either, as his face was holding a different look this time. It seemed... darker, if that's even possible.

I was having lunch with Cal and Adeline - another engineer - in the coffee room. We were trying not to gossip about things that happen around the Temple, but we would always end up going down that path. The redhead was leaning on his chair with his legs sprawled out over the table, his dirty boots almost touching the surface of it. I hate when people don't have good manners, but it's not like he has many flaws like that.

He told me Anakin dismissed him from the next two assignments without giving him a reason, which made him pretty angry at this point. Kestis already had an issue with his partner, and it seemed like the issue was getting over the limits - as he told me. I'm not sure as to why, even though I can think of one motive he would do it. And I know I said we gossip all the time, but that doesn't give me the right to say what happened to him that day.

It literally haunted me. I remember clearly how I ran after him, expecting to question him about the way he ran off like that. Only to find the Jedi Master having a really huge mental breakdown as well as a panic attack. I watched as his eyes turned to yellow in a slight second, throwing me off and catching me off guard. 

I was feeling nauseous watching Anakin almost whimper from the pain he must have been going through. When he sat down and leaned against the wall, saying he's not good for anyone around him. His eyes were carrying so much weight from the panic he just had, I don't think he even has the energy to go out there again and face everyone. His son had no idea his father was on the brink of becoming dark. 

I stood there facing the Jedi, without moving an inch of my body and I had a feeling I needed to do something but I didn't know exactly what it was. Anakin was pressing his face against both of his trembling hands, resting his elbows against his knees. His feet were tapping the floor incessantly, running his fingers through his hair every now and then. 

When I crouched down to his level and tried to gently touch his flesh hand, he flinched and pulled it to himself. He didn't look at me though. I could hear how shallow his breathing still was, how his chest was heaving fast and the way his body struggled to stay steady. This time I sat down next to him and Anakin shuffled, moving a few inches away from me. And that's when I knew I should keep my boundaries and not stay too close. 

"You're gonna be okay" My voice was barely coming out as I was feeling on edge after what I just saw "You need to fight it, Anakin"

"I'm not the Jedi I should be" He shook his head, still hanging it low on his hands. His tremulant voice made my heart flinch a little "I never will be" 

I forced myself to give him some kind of support, enough that he wouldn't feel pressed or annoyed about it. But it didn't work as it should, because he lifted up and in five seconds he was already rushing out the door, leaving me behind.

I've only heard of something like that years ago, something that Palpatine himself mentioned when he was trying to take down the Jedi Order. And then, after that, we got to know about Anakin's history behind his relationship with the Sith. He lost his wife, he lost Obi-Wan, who left him after disagreements. It only left him with his son, and I understand why he keeps his distance, why he doesn't want to let his guard down and won't let Luke make acquaintances.

"Dude just showed up to the office, told me I was dismissed and left the room" Cal explained, shrugging his shoulders. Me and Adeline nodded, exchanging glances knowing Anakin was always this obvious when it comes to his temper.

"Probably for the best, one of these days he's going to cut off your head during missions" She quipped, pulling a laugh out of us.

"I'm usually his wingman, we never really disagreed this much until that day" He didn't have to go into much detail as we recall when I was pushed against a corner and was threatened.

This is what really makes me wonder his limits, because when I saw how fragile he was, I could barely remember he was the same douchebag who cornered me. I wonder if he can actually hold himself up from doing something bad, and how much he can suppress the urge of killing someone. Although, for a few seconds I saw a glimpse of what he could've turned into. And I'm sure it wasn't going to end up well.

I've seen some pretty fucked up things before while being around duels enough to realize that was beyond anything I've come to face in this life.

"Maybe he needs to get laid" Kestis goes on, while using his force to play with a dart before shooting it at the dartboard. "Bullseye!"

He looks at us fascinated with the achievement, both me and Adeline gasping in shock as it was the first time he hit the middle of it.

"You're such a nerd" I roll my eyes in amusement, crossing my arms as we watch him stand up from his seat walking towards the board.

Cal feigns an offended look and slams his palm to his chest. "Coming from the nerd who fixes fucking computers and shit like that, you sure have the audacity!"

We all laugh about it, using the rest of our time to pester each other before going back to work.

I was leaving the room right after the two of them had already left, fishing for the keys in my bag as I closed the door behind me. I'm not usually one person that gets terrified or scared of things with ease, but I wasn't expecting to stumble across a wall of bricks without noticing. The keys drop from my hands, the sound of it echoing through the empty hallway. I grimace before even meeting eyes with the person that stands right in front of me.

And when I do, I watch as his bloodshot eyes and furrowed eyebrows inconspicuously roam across my face before I spill a rushed "I'm so sorry". Two seconds later, he was out of sight just like he pulled a lightspeed of how fast he walked out. Jesus Christ, this man sure is a fucking incognito.

-

It was late in the night when I was still working on Obi's lightsaber grip. For some reason, I thought it would be entertaining if I took some time to at least fix it and maybe give it some meaning back again. My focus was on figuring out how to attach each missing piece together without ruining the entire blade. It was very hard to find all of the components, considering it's a very one of a kind sword. It might seem useless and insignificant to other people, but I've always had feelings for this.

It's the only thing left that makes me feel somewhat closer to him. I might've not been around him much, but whenever we met it was always heartwarming. As someone who admires every Master and every fighter, I've always looked up at him as a role model.

The dim warm light from the corner of the room was bright enough for me to handle the small pieces, while the coffee machine hummed a low sound as it was still on. I didn't notice the presence shuffling through the room, walking toward the cupboard to grab a mug from the cabinet. I lifted my head up, surprised to see Anakin standing there as he was making himself a cup of tea.

He slowly pulls himself the liquid, leaning against the wooden counter fixing his gaze at some blank point, not saying anything. From his demeanor, I can tell he hasn't had a good night of sleep considering his eyes were bloodshot - as always - and his eyes had dark circles around them. I try to ignore his presence and focus on my task, carefully using the tools for each part of the lightsaber. 

I remember when Skywalker seemed stunned when he saw I was holding the grip a while ago, his face held an unreadable expression, but I know he didn't expect to see something that reminds him of his past.

Now that he is here with me, Anakin will probably face it again at some point. Unless he just decides to completely ignore me and walk back to his room without even looking at me. So I just keep myself in my little bubble and ignore him as well.

"Are- Are you okay?" I hear myself ask and roll my eyes to the back of my head. I hate myself.

He clearly doesn't answer or doesn't even mention listening to me, still sipping his tea and staring blankly ahead of him. I huff and shrug, of course he wouldn't say anything to me and it's not like we're friends anyway. He doesn't need to tell me anything either way, I'm just trying to make a small conversation, probably for no reason whatsoever.

It's been a couple of minutes since the man was standing there against the counter, slowly drinking his liquid and minding his own business. Then, I notice the sparkly jewelry around his finger and my eyes go wide. Did he ever take that ring off? Does he walk around with it even after all those years? There are so many things I can't stop wondering and I'm sure it probably doesn't help him get over his past.

This is probably why he's always acting defensive and angry. I have no idea what it's like to lose someone like he lost Padmé, and maybe I would've been in the same situation as he is now. Only I'm not a Jedi, and I'm not holding myself off to avoid getting taken by the dark side.

I hesitated for a few seconds before asking anything that would make me regret living, but I don't think there's anything better than to help the others. And I know he needs it more than anyone I've met until today.

"Can't sleep either?" I try again, not daring to look at him as I handle the tool for the blade emitter of the lightsaber.

He still doesn't answer, I can barely even hear Anakin sipping his tea at this point. I shake my head in disappointment at my decision, like he would give me answers and talk to me as if we were close enough for that.

He doesn't move his lips when he mutters a "uh-uh", his eyes still fixed to the wall across the room. This is better than no answer at all, but Skywalker doesn't feel like he wants to do anything other than just drink the tea. So, I nod and hold the saber grip up to my eye level, scanning the missing pieces.

I unintentionally look from the corner of my eye when I realize he snapped his head to where I was sitting. Anakin squints his blue eyes to adjust his sight from the lack of enough brightness in the room, his right hand almost dropping the mug on the floor when he takes in what I'm holding against the light. 

I literally have to hold my breath for a few seconds in order to disguise the shakiness that was taking over my body from his sudden action. I know this is a big deal to him, but I'm not sure how he's going to react towards it.

"What are you doing?" His raspy tone echoed through the room, his voice was deep and it had a tinge of nostalgia.

I didn't want to look back at him because I know how intimidating his eyes are. And I'm not talking about the color itself, it's more likely the way they bore into your soul and it feeds itself off your fear. I keep my gaze focused on the piece in front of me, my palms getting sweaty.

"Trying to fix the lightsaber. Maybe give it some meaning" I can't speak like I usually do when I'm around other people. This time, it seems like my vocal cords weren't even being used.

His footsteps finally approach the table I'm working on, his body language reluctantly wondering if he should come closer or just stand a few feet away from me. I look up and see how his eyes carry sorrow and pain, while he still stares at the piece being held in my hand. Anakin struggles to let the words come off of his mouth, which he keeps it shut in a thin line, repressing his feelings. I don't push him, and I don't offer any other word because it's not right to.

He slowly pushes a chair back and sits on it, his slumped shoulders seem to be rigid for whatever reason. It's like he's fighting back his own body to stand this close to me, he shifts in his seat and places his mug on the table. Both of his legs are stretched as he rests one foot above the other, crossing his arms like it's shielding him from any harm.

"How do you know how to manage it?" I hear him ask, voice low but still carrying a bit of roughness, like he doesn't want to give in to talking.

.... It's my job? I try not to answer the question with sarcasm, because I don't think he knows everything I work with. But I ignore that thought and give him a polite explanation. I don't want him going full dark side mode on me again.

"Well, there's a lot of things I do that people don't know about" I give him a light chuckle to lighten the mood. "I've learned that with a former Master from the Temple. She thought it would be a nicety to have a different skill"

He nodded, hanging his head low as his chin touched his chest.

"I think he would've loved to see this was fixed. He would never let go of it" I hold the grip tightly, spinning it around my fingers.

There wasn't a straight response to that and I feel like he would agree with my statement. Kenobi never really had an intention of leaving his weapon behind him.

"Yeah, of course" Anakin spat sternly and bitterly. "If he wasn't such a fucking stupid son of a bitch"

I recognize the hurt in his voice. He feels like he was left behind when he decided that he wanted to kill Palpatine. We all heard about it back then, but no one would ever bring it up in a conversation with him. I keep my hands busy, but my body is rigid from his comment.

"The amazing Obi-Wan Kenobi would just love to have his piece of shit of lightsaber after being gone for six fucking years" I watch him as he huffed a sarcastic laugh. "God, you have no idea who he is, do you?"

Anakin shot a hard glance at me, his brows were knitted together and his lips were pouty with anger. He literally could've been compared to a child with the pissed look. I immediately tense and avert my eyes back to the grip, now it seemed pointless talking about the piece with him.

"He fucking left me. After all I've been through all those years, after I've lost everything he decided that the best option was to give up on me and turn his back on me. He didn't want me to be his friend anymore" Anakin started to raise his voice, his body was still in a defensive position while his hands gripped his arms with violence.

"I'm sorry, Anakin. But I think he just didn't want to see you get hurt" Saying it out loud makes me feel like my throat is getting dry and at this point I'm just fiddling with the lightsaber piece.

"No. No, he just thought that leaving me behind would get the weight off his shoulders. He is literally the most selfish asshole I've ever met" I can hear him breathing through his nose, his fingers digging deep into his tunic.

With a sudden motion, I feel his robotic hand reach out to mine and quickly remove the lightsaber handle from me. I gasp at the reaction, watching as Skywalker holds it to his eye level and spins it around.

"You know..." He speaks up again, eyes roaming through the piece. "This used to be something I would kill to have. A lightsaber owned by the one and only would've made me feel like I was worth it"

There's something about the deepness of his voice and the way his eyes wouldn't tear away from the grip that made my stomach drop. I could hear my heart beating too fast in my ears and my hands were shaking so bad that I didn't know how to stop it.

"Anakin, he-"

He let out a breathy laugh, his chest was vibrating and his shoulders were shaking from the laughter. The kind of laugh only an unhinged person would have when they were in their worst state of mine.

"He will never fucking come back, (Y/L/N). And you know why?" He stood from his chair, facing me with his pupils now too dilated for a normal person. This is the first time he mentions my last name when talking to me. "Because he doesn't give a fuck about anyone anymore. He is the one who gave up on us! And what the fuck is this?"

Anakin extended his hand still gripping the weapon, forcing me to look at the piece. I shifted my eyes back to him and watched as he was still frowning. God, don't let this be another breakdown please.

"This is what he fucking left! It wasn't a fucking letter, no. He didn't leave anything remotely close enough made by him. This piece of shit doesn't mean anything!"

He brings the robotic arm back to him again, looking down at it for a few seconds. I can see him panting heavily as his chest raises rapidly from the moment of anger. And then again, he laughs audibly. Anakin starts pacing back and forth, still a few feet away from me. The amount of cursing made my head hurt because it wasn't something I was used to hearing coming from him.

"He made it clear what he wanted when he left me. He said I was his brother, that he loved me. He said it in the past because he'd made up his mind pretty quickly. I was nothing to him anymore!"

I didn't know if I should offer a hug or even sit down with him and just talk him out of his nervousness. But I know better than to actually get in the way of that, when he clearly seems too deep into his thoughts.

"And now what? While you fix this-" He holds the grip up at me "Which isn't even your fucking issue, he is out there doing God-knows-what. Because let me tell you, he doesn't give a shit about you- about us"

"I'm sure he would come back if he could, Anakin. He was too careful enough to look out for all of us, there must be something else-" He didn't let me finish as he took a few steps closer to me.

"Mhmm, yeah. Sure. God, of course!" He says sternly, faking another laugh "Almighty Obi-Wan is so sweet he would never do shit like that, right?"

He was still looking down at me like he needed an answer, his metal hand was gripping the lightsaber grip so tight that it could easily break into pieces. "I asked you a question", Anakin raised his voice.

"I- I don't thin-"

Next thing I knew, he threw the object over the wall with no remorse. It broke into pieces I might never be able to fix, and I gasped from the sudden reaction. I should've seen it coming. Anakin didn't move his body when he did that, only then slightly turning his head to look at me again. On instinct, I stepped backwards from him trying to avoid another fight.

"You should've known by now that he won't ever come back. Stop playing nice to someone who doesn't give a fuck about you. And if you ever even try to get that shit fixed, you'll regret it" He whispered, leaving me dumbfounded from what just happened.

"What the hell was that for?" I throw my arms up and raise my voice at him. That was completely and utterly unnecessary.

"That thing-" He pointed at the broken lightsaber grip before continuing "Isn't your concern anymore!"

I furrow my brows in annoyance and roll my eyes. "And who are you to say what is and isn't my concern? You don't dictate rules here, and especially not at me!"

Anakin straightened his back and balled his hands into fists, inching closer to me, almost bumping his nose into mine. "You are gonna regret touching that thing"

I know I shouldn't gaslight him, but he always strikes a nerve when he starts to act all cocky. "Maybe that's why Obi-Wan left you behind after all"

His expression hardened in a matter of seconds and his eyes darkened, his pupils hiding his blue eyes. "What the fuck did you just say?"

He was fuming with anger, and I'm sure his eyes would become yellow again. I decided to shrug and not give him the answer he expected. Anakin was still panting, still facing me as I tried to avoid eye contact for too long. For a moment, I thought he was going to choke me like he did the last time he was this angry, but he motioned his hands and just stepped away from me.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with, I hope you know that" Anakin muttered before turning on his back and leaving the coffee room, vanishing through the door.

Why do I always open my damn mouth?

I drop to my knees, picking up the broken pieces of the sword with my hands still trembling. Most of it was too shattered to even get fixed, and even if I really wanted to try again, it would take me too long. Long enough for me to give up on the idea, and I was trying to avoid getting killed by Anakin either way.

Taking a sharp breath, I gather the objects in my hands and bring them to the box. "I'm so sorry, Obi-Wan" My voice wavered as I put it in the box.

I don't know what it was, but I suddenly felt an odd sensation close to my body. But when I snapped my head back and looked around myself, I saw nothing.

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[vodika-vibes]

Post Order 66 - Part 7

With the addition of Luke Rae and Obi-Wan Kenobi to the crew of the Starsinger, it’s finally time to make the trip to the Rebellion outpost where Clones are allowed. 

Tagging: @starrrgazingbunny and @thestarwarslesbian 

“Why do you think they’re set up so far away from everything?” Marral asked his buir as he looked over the galaxy map, tracing the path from Tatooine to the small little no-name planet that the Rebellion was using.

“Probably to keep people like us,” Dusk gestured to himself and his brothers, “from doing something stupid...like trying to free our other brothers.”

“The Galaxy was never very fond of us,” Fox said to Marral from where he was sitting on the floor with Luke on his lap. The toddler had taken to calling Fox, the toddler had taken to calling Fox “Da” which was both adorable, and something that Dusk couldn’t wait to tease Fox endlessly about, when he was in a better mental state.

“I remember,” Marral admitted, “Master tried to hide how bad it was, but-”

Progress! Marral never spoke about his Master, but Kanna had been working with him. He was at a point where he would make little comments here and there...though he never mentioned his Master’s name.

Dusk frowned thoughtfully. Kanna was playing therapist to everyone on the ship who was older than two. Which was everyone who wasn’t Luke or Rhawl. He was overworking her, wasn’t he? Fuck. He needed to do something about that before Fox realized it and murdered him.

He tuned back into the conversation, “Anyway, ad,” Dusk smiled at his son, “alongside the fact that people didn’t like Clones during the war, the whole Purge fiasco meant that anyone who would join the Rebellion would be even more anti-clone. So, little backwater planet is probably the only place where vod’e would be accepted.”

“That’s not fair. It’s not their fault,” Marral muttered under his breath.

“Most of our lives can be described with that one sentence,” Cody said tiredly from the table where he was trying to coax Rhawl into drinking his juice. “Did Senator Organa mention who would be meeting us?”

“Just that they would be happy to see us.” Dusk said with a shake of his head, “I believe him, in this case.”

“You’d believe him anyway,” Kanna piped up from the couch. He thought she was asleep, based on how she had been laying on her side, but he supposed she was just watching Luke play.

“I mean, you’re not exactly wrong. But Bail’s never lied to me before-”

“Oh, so he’s Bail now?” Fox interrupted.

Dusk’s face burned red, and Marral laughed at his buir, “I haven’t once teased you about sharing a room with Kanna-”

“That’s literally the first thing you did after not seeing me for two years,” He countered drily, “But I suppose that was the only time, so I’ll give you a reprieve.” 

“Thank you,” Dusk sighed, and rubbed his face with his hands, trying to encourage the blush to go away, “Anyway, supposedly we’re expected.”

“Are they just expecting clones, or do they know that there are Jedi on board as well?” Obi-Wan asked from his spot near the door, Yin was currently wrapped around him, and she had confided in Dusk that he was going to be her teacher in a couple of years. 

“I’m sure he mentioned that we had a Jedi healer, if nothing else.” Dusk answered, “But honestly, we’re kind of going in blind.”

Beesix’s voice came over the intercom then, “Excuse me, various fleshlings-”

“Fleshlings?” Cody asked under his breath.

“We are about to set down on the planets surface. The outpost is rather small, there can’t be more than a dozen people living here.” Bee continued.

“Thanks Bee. Did you let them know that we’re landing, or did you just do it?” Dusk asked.

“I thought we might surprise them,” Bee replied, sarcasm lacing his voice, “Of course I warned them.” The intercom died just as suddenly as it crackled to life.

“Where did you say you found Bee again?” Fox asked, amused.

“I stole him from the Hutt cartel,” Dusk admitted, “He came like this.”

“I like him.” Obi-Wan said, “He’s got personality.”

Dusk rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Just like everyone else in my life.” He closed the galaxy map, “Come on, let’s go see who, exactly, we’re helping.”

*******

Two years. It had been two years since the Purge that should have killed her. Two years since the massacre that killed her entire family, and ripped the rest of them away from her.

At least she still had Rex, though he was more tired, and more sad, than he ever was when she was younger. Even in the height of the Clone Wars. And Wolffe was here too, though he refused to so much as look at her. 

Ahsoka Tano was 19 years old, and she mourned. 

She mourned her Master, who, she was sure, died doing something heroic. She mourned her grandmaster, who died without realizing that he was in danger. She mourned the Jedi, so many who died at the hands of the men they trusted most. But she never shed a tear, not for any of them. She couldn’t risk it.

She felt alone. So very alone.

Even with Rex and Wolffe here, she still felt alone. And she felt helpless.

Still, when Rex mentioned that they were getting some more Clone recruits for the Rebellion, she was hopeful. She thought about all of her brothers, and all of the ones she knew were still alive, and she hoped.

She knew that Rex didn’t. 

So when the ship landed on the outskirts of the Outpost, Ahsoka didn’t even hesitate to join Rex and Wolffe as the welcoming committee. 

The first man off the ship was obviously a clone, though his hair was long enough that it couldn’t have been regulation. Ahsoka didn’t recognize him, which meant he wasn’t 501st or 212th. And he was, curiously enough, trailed by two children, and he was carrying a third.

The next people off the ship were a red-headed Miralukan woman, a woman Ahsoka recognized from her time at the temple. She couldn’t remember her name, but she did remember that she was Master Vokara’s apprentice. She had a tiny child in her arms, and at her side was another clone, he also wasn’t familiar. Like the first clone, his hair wasn’t anywhere near a regulation cut, hanging loosely around his ears. She wondered what he had been through, though, as his hair was clearly greying. 

Rex had headed towards the ship as soon as he saw the first clone, and he was now hugging him tightly, the Wookie child squished between their chests, though judging by the happy Wookie noises that Ahsoka heard, the child was thrilled at this development. 

Ahsoka turned to make a joke towards Wolffe, but Wolffe had all but sprinted towards the greying man, and they were hugging tightly. 

And then the next group of people stepped off the ship, and Ahsoka was moving before she realized it. 

A warm smile, kind eyes, and a welcome hug.

She curled herself into her Grandmaster, and, for the first time in two years, she broke down sobbing like she was a child again.

*****

The emotional welcome was surprising, it was good. Dusk honestly never thought that he would see Rex again. Best case scenario, he was dead. Worse case, he was like Cody and stuck in Vader’s 501st.

But his vod was here. And not just Rex, Wolffe was here too, though he had plastered himself to Fox’s side. And since Fox dealt with complicated emotions by wrapping himself around Kanna and Luke, it meant that Wolffe was also attached to Kanna’s side. 

She didn’t seem to mind, as she was cheerfully chatting with Ahsoka Tano, who was still curled up on Obi-Wan’s lap, like she was a child again. She seemed to forget who she was supposed to be comforting though, as she alternated from patting Fox on the cheek, to patting Wolffe on the knee, to lightly patting Ahsoka’s hand.

“I can’t believe you’re alive,” Rex said, he was sitting across from Dusk, while they watched the kids play in a sitting area, “I mean, I kind of assumed that you had been killed by Palpatine. Fox too, for that matter.”

“My chip never activated, but I managed to play pretend long enough to get out of the Corrie Barracks and to the Temple,” Dusk shook his head, “I stumbled right into the Purge. It was a shit show, Rex.”

“Sounds like it,” Rex shook his head again, and then he glanced at Cody, “And did your chip malfunction too?” He asked his ori’vod.

Cody grimaced, “It worked. I had my ass beat by our vod’ika here, and he stole me from right under Vader’s nonexistent nose. His droid,” He nodded to Bee, who was minding the children, “removed the chip, and he offered me a place on his ship.”

“Like I was going to kick you out,” Dusk scoffed as he leaned back in his chair. “How’d you get involved in the Rebellion?”

“Eh, I’m all for liberty for the galaxy,” Rex admitted, “But I’m mostly for liberating our vod’e. Wolffe and Gregor are too.” He nodded to Gregor, who was sitting next to Ahsoka, listening to Kanna speak.

“I can get behind that,” Cody murmured, “Miss them like a missing limb sometimes.”

“Do you have a plan?” Dusk asked, after taking a moment to bump his shoulder against Cody’s.

“...I was kind of hoping that Cody would handle the planning.” Rex said sheepishly, “My plans are very Skywalker like.”

Dusk grinned, “And you call me the irresponsible vod’ika,”

“Did you have a plan for rescuing Cody?” Rex accused.

“Yup. Go in. Kick his ass. Steal him. And it worked.” Dusk replied smugly.

“That was an arguably terrible plan,” Cody pointed out, “Between Me, Fox, Wolffe, and General Kenobi, we can probably come up with something workable. But, we never had any intention of staying in one place.” He added, with a tilt of his head towards Dusk.

“True. The kids need to stay on the move, for their own good. Same with Obi-Wan and Kanna. If Kanna leaves then Fox is going to go with her. Which means I’m adding Wolffe to the ship as well.” Dusk sighed, “Sorry vod.”

“No, it’s fine. Those kids are all force sensitive, right? The more protectors the better.” Rex frowned, “I wish I could go with you, but I’ve gotten pretty good at working solo. Ahsoka-” He glanced at his sister, “She’s probably going to go her own way too.”

“If you can get her to find Jedi, or even just force sensitives, and have them sent here-” Cody murmured thoughtfully, “We’re far enough away from the Core that no one will look here.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Rex replied. “You’ll stay for a bit though, right?” he sounded a bit anxious, “Being around you all again is doing wonders for my mental health. And I think Ahsoka will shatter if you separate her from Obi-Wan right now.”

Cody and Dusk shared a guilty look, and then they turned to look at Kanna, who was still absently soothing the people around her. She didn’t notice their attention, but Fox did. He tightened his grip around Kanna and scowled at his vod’e.

“He’s noticed that I’m overworking Kanna,” Dusk said mournfully, “I’m fucked.”

Cody patted him on the shoulder, “There, there, Vod. We both know Kanna will do therapy for everyone even if we don’t ask. It’s her love language.”

“Great! That won’t stop Fox from killing me.” Dusk pointed out.

Rex laughed and pushed to his feet, “Unfortunately, we don’t have space enough for you all to stay in the base,” he said apologetically, “So how do you want to do sleeping arrangements?”

“We can sleep on our ship,” Dusk reassured, “Though Wolffe might be joining us,” He added, as he eyed the way the stern man was half leaning against Kanna, and half leaning against Fox.

“Fair enough,” Rex nodded, “We might not have beds for you all, but we have plenty of food,” He turned to the room, “You all can eat here tonight. It’ll be fun.”

As the room devolved into motion, Dusk leaned back in his seat and he looked at his family. They would be alright. Eventually. And then he got to his feet as his children started tugging on his clothes, demanding that he help cook dinner.

[marvelstars]

Star Wars: Darth Vader #6

There´s just something about the way Palpatine and Vader get so brutally honest with each other while at the same time keeping things to themselves that makes their interactions in the comics very compelling.

Here for example, Vader just discovered a group of enchanced human cyborgs who have been prepared for 20 years to replace him and yet his first thoguht is to see them as an "heresy" to the force because he´s still pretty much faithful to the force and he honestly sees them just like he saw the death star, abominations, technological terrors that go agaisnt the will of the force and the natural order in the galaxy.

Vader´s mentality is still that of a former Jedi who cares about the will of the force more than anything else, it makes sense because for 20 years he´s been isolated from everything except the force and while Palpatine, the Jedi and Vader himself may have forgotten, he´s still the chosen one whose main deal is about following and complying with the will of the force.

Palpatine answers him with anger, because how dare Vader complain to him when the tecnology used in those Cyborgs was the same he used to keep Vader alive? how dare he complain when he allowed him to live that way instead of letting him die? and makes the sugerence to Anakin that if he calls those cyborgs abominations then so is he, Vader doesnt answer but it´s implied that he pretty much sees himself as an abomination as well, why do you keep building abominations that go against the will of the force master? Then he´s also dissapointed at being replaced because yes, despite everything, he still sees Palpatine as a father figure while Palpatine sees it as completely natural because they are Sith and Vader may agree but that doesn´t mean he wants to go against his mastereven if it´s the way of the sith, he cares too much about him to do so, Vader doesn´t care much for this part of the way of the sith but I believe this started the drift between them, made bigger by Luke existence.

This may not seem that way but they are also arguing about the way of the sith being properly unnatural while Vader is of the mind that even as sith they don´t need to act in an unnatural way outside the force influence.

It´s just compelling the two main villains of the saga argue over their role and place in the universe and it tells much of the kind of characters they are, Vader sees himself as a force of order who follows the natural order of things and the will of the force while Palpatine sees himself as a force of change and power beyond the natural order but generally what he brings is chaos.

[burnwater13]

Grogu standing on rock in a stream while Ahsoka Tano and Luke Skywalker look on from the stream banks. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Episode 6, From the Desert Comes a Stranger. Calendar by DateWorks.

Ahsoka Tano had never spoken truer words. “Sometimes the student guides the master.” Grogu agreed whole heartedly. Luke wasn’t his ideal student. For one, he was too tall. For another, he was too old. Not that he was actually old, but as a student, the young human male was much older than Grogu was when he first started training as a Jedi. 

Grogu had agreed to take up Luke’s training because he’d been worried about what the young Force worker had said to the Mandalorian. “Something, something, permission, blah, blah, strong with the Force, yada, yada, talent without training…” It was a complete mishmash of  words that had no meaning. Luke had known Grogu for all of twelve seconds and he was already making dire predictions. That was not the way. The Jedi way at least. 

Luke needed to go back to basics and learn to really feel the Force. Not think with it. Feel it. Let it become part of him. Lift him up and show him that his eyes could deceive him, but his heart would always be true. You learned that stuff at the Jedi temple if you were a good student. Grogu had been an excellent student. From a certain point of view.

Yes, Grogu had been lectured a few times for doing things with the Force that were atypical. And he’d covered for his friend Ian a bunch of times for helping Ian do things that some people forgot had been part of the Jedi’s original mission (Coruscant had a lot of poor, unhoused people, if you knew where to find them). But all in all, he was an ideal Jedi. He was in touch with the Force at a deep level and it grounded his thoughts and instructed his actions. 

Like that time he went around the whole Jedi enclave and collected all of Master Kenobi’s capes and lightsabers and brought them back to him. Yes, he’s been speaking to the Jedi Council at the time and was trying to get them to change their mind about something and having Grogu show up with the proof that this particular master was kind of rash and a bit forgetful wasn’t perfectly perfect from Master Kenobi’s perspective, but then he followed his heart, which said that Obi-Wan needed to slow down and take stock. In the end it worked out fine. Sometimes you needed to bring to spare lightsabers with you on a secret mission to a watery planet filled with strange creatures and lies.

Or that time he’d been in the library, carefully avoiding the librarian that tried to pinch his cheeks, and instead of staying hidden, popped out of the data card towers and told Master Windu that Master Yoda had left the library just a few minutes earlier. Sure, Master Windu had cut down two data towers with his lightsaber, he was so surprised to see Grogu, but in the end, Grogu was sure that the skillful Jedi was grateful for the information, even thought he’d had to put up with a long lecture from the librarian who pinched Grogu’s cheeks. Grogu had escaped unscathed and was grateful to the Master for his help in doing that.

And in both of those cases it was absolutely clear that Masters Kenobi and Windu had’t controlled their emotions even one tiny bit initially. They had needed Grogu’s instruction to help them develop a more satisfying connection with the Force. Patience. Thoughtfulness. Consideration. Just plain old paying attention to where they were and what they were doing. Those were just a few of the ways he had helped the masters learn. It had been deeply satisfying.

He’d realized right away that Luke needed the same gentle hand guiding him. He had thought Grogu could be treated like a Kowakian performing monkey-lizard. Run! Jump! Dodge! Do a triple somersault with a half twist while vaulting over some sort of water ox. Those demands were so predictable. And pointless. How was Grogu performing those actions going to teach Luke anything about the Force? 

Nope. They weren’t. But… Grogu realized that if he purposefully took things slowly. Pretending that he didn’t know how any of it worked, then Luke would have to slow down and really consider each step and that would give Grogu the opening he was looking for. Yes, he was going to push his student through that opening like Greef Karga pushed his luck with the Mandalorian, but look how that turned out! They were all friends again and Nevarro was finally free of Imps and just had pirates and scoundrels to address. Which was another important lesson for his padawan to learn. You couldn’t fix Coruscant in a day. Things told you when they needed to be fixed and who needed to fix them, if you listened carefully enough through the Force. 

Grogu knew he could only do so much for Luke, but he was determined to do his best with the small amount of time they had together. Sleep Away Camp could only last for so long before he’d have to bid Luke farewell and return to his dad. Din Djarin still had a lot of lessons to learn and Grogu wasn’t going to neglect his education. The Force wouldn’t let him.