#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.

[dearanakin]

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

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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.

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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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[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.

[antianakin]

just learned that apparently they are *discussing* potential obi-wan season 2 ideas. thoughts on that? i am hesitantly excited because season 1 gave me so much faith; i don't think ewan mcgregor (one of the prequel actors most upfront about being in them and liking them, even back in the 00s when it was perceived so negatively) would go for anything that suddenly reverses all the good work that s1 did in continuing that legacy. but then again he's probably not the main decider in the grand spectrum of things.

and then again none of this is confirmed and i am counting my chickens before they hatch...

It's definitely counting chickens before they hatch. At this point I don't assume anything is actually happening before we see a trailer. By then it's usually too late to cancel something without a pretty solid reason. It's entirely possible that they ARE discussing it, but it could also never make it any further than a discussion.

As for whether I'd WANT a season two of the show, I'm kind-of leaning more towards no. I liked the show, but I don't think there's anything else to say about Obi-Wan without having to do something really contrived. It was already stretching the limits of suspension of disbelief to have him do as much as he did in the first season, doing it a SECOND time starts to feel a little ridiculous. Obi-Wan is supposed to be a hermit who is in hiding on Tatooine, deliberately not drawing attention to himself or Luke, he's not supposed to be going out on missions with the rebellion all the time.

And even if that weren't an issue, Obi-Wan's story is DONE. We saw him go from a broken man he had become at the end of the Prequels to the wise Jedi Master we know from A New Hope. And even doing that journey required making him more defeated than people were expecting in order to give him somewhere to grow as a character. He can't be the main character of another story without giving him somewhere to grow, but he's already MADE IT there, so there's no real way to give him a good story without undoing all of the progress he made in the last season.

Doing more of his story, especially within this time period, is just beating a dead horse. Obi-Wan had a good story, created by people who cared about his character and the source material. And I think we need to be able to accept the beauty of a good ending. Not every story goes on forever, very few stories SHOULD go on forever. The last thing I want is for the Kenobi show to go the way of The Mandalorian, lost to corporate greed and floundering without any sort of plan for its story or characters.

What I WOULD be happy to see is a spin-off that focused on Reva. But Reva's story should not be "Obi-Wan Kenobi Season 2." It's not Obi-Wan's story anymore and Reva's story should not have to live under the shadow of Obi-Wan's name. Reva should be able to have her own time to shine, separate from Obi-Wan. Reva is a character we've spent almost no time with at all, we just got introduced to her and there's PLENTY more to say about her and more to learn about her character. Her story isn't done by any means, it's just begun.

[tired-but-willing]

I wholeheartedly do not understand the take of "Luke is Padmés child"/"Leia is Anakins child". I understand it's very popular within the fandom, and it's a way for fans to create a connection between characters— but I just don't see it.

Long-winded rant coming. Hope it makes sense. No spoilers for recent Star Wars media, but I do briefly talk about the Original Trilogy, the Prequels, the books (Legends and Canon), and the comics.

The biggest argument that I have seen for both sides is temperament. "Leia has Anakins temper" "Luke has Padmés calm". But really, that's not wholly accurate. Every time that we see Leia becoming angry, it's righteous anger. She's been taken captive. Her planet has been threatened. Her planet has been destroyed.

Now compare that to Anakin. He's mad Padmé won't return his advances. He's mad the council doesn't trust him— for good reason, but we'll touch on that later in a different post.

A major difference that sits between Leia and Anakin (aside from the obvious), is timing. Leia knows when the time for sarcastic quips is. She knows when the time for angry comments is. And she also knows when to shut it down. If you want to compare her to anyone out of the family, it should be to Padmé; but I'll do you one better. Leia's temperament is all Bail and Breha Organa.

It's plenty sweet to want to connect the twins to the mother they lost, but truthfully, they don't get their personality traits from her. If Leia were to take after anyone, it would be the parents who raised her. The ones who brought her up to be good and kind and care about the people of Alderaan. I went off on a tangent: Leia does not have Anakins temper. Not even close.

Compare her moments of righteous anger to his outburst in the council chambers. Mace Windu— quite fairly, in my opinion— tells Anakin to sit down when his adult self starts throwing a temper tantrum for not becoming a barely-out-of-teens Jedi Master. He's entitled. He thinks he deserves the position, regardless of meeting very few qualifications. I'll likely make another post about that as well. The main point of this paragraph being; for Leia to share Anakins anger, it would need to come from a place of entitlement. It does not.

Now onto Luke. I see people attempting to mould him into Padmé for a multitude of reasons. Some want to, as I said, connect the twins to their mother in a way that is easy. They want a parallel to Padmé and Anakin that can be found in their children. Others, I'm sure, just want to make Luke "softer" (though Padmé is far from soft; some people just lack media comprehension). Luke is not some patron saint of patience. He CAN be patient, yes; but it is not his defining character trait. Throughout the movies, books, and comics, Luke has had outbursts. He's not some holier than thou figure who never gets angry. He just works to overcome that anger. Maybe that is a bit reminiscent of Padmé; but do you know who it reminds me of?

Beru Lars.

The same way his stubborn determination (look at him, look at me in my eyes, and tell me he's not stubborn) reminds me of both Owen and Beru.

There's no crime in comparing the twins to their biological parents. I understand the want. I love parallels in media as much as anyone else. I only wish that Star Wars fans would quit labeling Leia as "just Anakin's daughter" because she got a little angry That One Time when That One Thing happened, and quit labeling Luke as " just Padmé's son" because he's a Cool and Collected Jedi. There is so much more to their characters than just their biological parentage. I am begging people to read more into the characters who actually raised them and gave them love for nineteen years of their lives.

Long-winded and incomprehensible rant over <3 ty for reading.

[marvelstars]

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.

[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

Masterlist

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.

[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 

[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.

[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

[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.

[gingersnappe-9]

In a Crowd of Thousands: Together Soon (18, Finale)

Din Djarin/Mando X Fem!OC || Star Wars/The Mandalorian Universe

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Luke stood quietly in the garden, listening to the sounds of the water fountains trickling, the hush hush of the leaves rustling in the circulating air. He often meditated in the garden. The thrum of the teaming plant life allowed him to center himself, he could appreciate the light even as he felt the subtle decay of a dying leaf, or an insect reaching the end of its fleeting life. This he knew all without even having to open his eyes. His connection to the force was always strongest when he found himself surrounded by nature. Perhaps it was his time with Master Yoda that sparked this connection during his brief training on Dagobah. Luke had unconsciously modeled his training spaces after the environment. Really it was the balance. Nature always balanced itself, whether untouched or disturbed, found a way. 

He’d seen ancient ruins – once hubs of grand and thriving civilizations – overrun with greenery and vegetation from lack of containment. Even his rather quaint garden needed tending to. The trees would stretch too far to the glass ceiling, threatening to break through, so they were trimmed back. A flower withering in the shade needed to be moved to a spot with direct sunlight in order for it to grow. But for as much attention as the space needed, it reciprocated in kind. Luke could find peace in the space. A moment of solitude, a place to just be. 

But he was not there for one such moment. 

Ava had just walked in. 

“Master Skywalker.” 

He smiled, and opened his eyes. “Ava. How many times have I told you, you can call me Luke.” He turned and faced his sister, “I am your brother after all.” 

Ava smiled. “I guess I still have a lot of catching up to do on the whole sibling thing.” 

“I suppose. But I know I speak for both Leia and myself when I say that we’re looking forward to it.” 

The pair of them shared the sight of one another with fondness. They had grown closer in their short time together, and their bond was only strengthened once Ava’s true identity came to light. But Luke couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his heart. Ava wasn’t just his sister. She was his student. One of his very few. The young master had in fact trained his twin sister to walk the way of a Jedi Knight – Leia had even crafted a lightsaber of her own – but there were other forces at work preventing her from taking any further step along that path. So, standing before his youngest sister, Luke couldn’t help but wonder. 

Ava showed immense promise and progressed quickly with the limited training she’d undergone. Luke was both impressed and a bit disturbed at her skills during the recount of her fight with Moff Gideon. He witnessed, through her memories, as she managed to destroy a kyber crystal chamber. He felt her anger, how darkness bled into her being like blood soaking a cloth, then retreated. She had an innate connection to the force. Ava was clearly a devoted student, but even as he looked upon his sister, he couldn’t help but wonder. 

“Ava,” Luke thought out loud, “You’ve come very far in the brief time we’ve known one another. Both as a person and as a student of the Jedi teachings.” His youngest sister smiled sheepishly at his compliment. “You show real promise. But I must be honest with you, to walk the way of a Jedi is not a trivial task. ” 

Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” 

“I’m saying I’d like to take you on as a student, permanently. You and Grogu. Teach you the ways of the Jedi and the force, help you hone your senses and skills. All so that one day, you may become a Jedi in your own right.” 

Her eyes widened with wonderment, her lips parted ever so slightly as she pulled in a breath. “You think I could become a Jedi?”

He knew exactly how she was feeling. It seemed not too long ago, when he was just about her age, that his life changed. His entire concept of the galaxy was altered and Luke saw himself in a new light. “Yes.”

Luke loved the way a smile broke out across her face, all teeth and high cheeks, just like Leia. 

“Would Mando be able to join us? I gathered there’s some history between Jedi and Mandalorians, but he seems to trust you. I’m sure he wouldn’t be a disturbance.” 

Luke pursed his lips. “Ava. If you came and trained with me, it would just be you, me, and Grogu. It wouldn’t be permitted for you to have contact or visit with anyone outside of training.”

Ava’s face shifted, she hid it well, but with the growing comfort of feeling supported, her emotions were harder and harder to mask. “So… I would have to leave him behind?”

 Luke, understandingly, explained further, “The Jedi separate ourselves from ordinary ways of being. We do not hold value in monetary possessions or gains, but most notably, it is the Jedi way to refrain from the conventional ways of emotional attachment.” 

Neither of them spoke for a moment. 

“So,” Her voice was incredibly demure and quiet, “If I were to go with you – become a Jedi – I would have to give up everything. I wouldn’t see Leia… or Mando.” 

Luke walked forward and gently took his sister’s hand in his own. They looked into one another’s eyes and let their connection through the force fill their beings. “It’s not that emotional connection is bad, it is encouraged to grow bonds, in fact. But what can become dangerous is our attachment, or even obsession, with those bonds. Our feelings can cloud our judgment and cause us to act irrationally. As Jedi, it is the goal to achieve a sense of enlightenment and balanced understanding of the force and ways of the galaxy around us. If we are tethered to something, or someone, we may be unable to move forward in higher pursuits.”

Ava stood there, aged from recent experiences, but all the wiser. She did not protest to what many would, and have, called unfair. Luke could see the rational and reasoning beginning to spin in her mind, like galaxies slowly tumbling together to create a new existence entirely. Her countenance was still. Luke knew this was a difficult decision. He would often watch passersby walking arm in arm, the way a small child would teeter over to their parents leg, all of the meaningful connections he did not have the means to engage in. Yes, he had family, they would always be his family whom he loved and would cherish, but that was where it stopped. There was so much he had yet to learn, so much he was willing to teach. It was his path.

“Ava, it is your choice. I cannot make it for you. But I want you to know it is entirely up to you. The lives we lead are the ones we choose for ourselves.” 

The lights and systems powered on with a soft hum and welcoming glow. The holo-images along the walls flickered in their loops with familiar faces. Leia stepped into her office just as the sun was beginning to rise over the skyline of Canto Bight with a new photo to display and an empty space on her desk.

The frame was simple. It stood proudly on the relatively bare surface, but it made Leia smile like no other picture could. It was of Leia and her sweet sister. They were seated in the garden, smiling and laughing at whatever joyful memory they had recalled together. The sun was speckled across Aurie’s cheeks, accentuating the curves of her face, the frame of her smile. Her hair was down in loose waves with a flower crown they’d made earlier. Leia was astounded that she was able to see that smile again – Her sister and mother’s smile all wrapped in one. Too caught up in the simplistic happiness of the photo, Leia nearly missed a small holo-puck sitting in the center of her desk. 

Leia sat down and opened the message. Before her appeared Ava with those same waves of hair and kind eyes. 

“Hello Leia. I know this might seem a bit strange, I must be honest, I was nervous whether or not this was the best decision. But after a great deal of thinking, I know it’s what’s best for me. 

Luke has shared with me his plans to build an academy and start a new Jedi temple. He wishes to gather worthy students to train as padawans of the Jedi Order. Leia… he told me in earnest that he thinks I could become a Jedi Knight. He even wants to train Grogu, can you believe it? The little bug can barely hold a cup on his own but he’s strong enough to wield the force… 

But Leia, I know you understand what that means. I cannot pretend to understand what gave you reason to walk away from the ways of the Jedi, but I respect your strength. Maybe one day you’ll share your story, but that shall be your choice… as this decision is mine. I… I won’t be joining Luke. 

Much like you, I guess, I have other reasons to not walk that path. 

I was alone for so long. No memories to comfort me, nothing but wild-fantasies and some beat up speeders to get me through my days. Then, some Mandalorians with a baby blew into my life and everything changed. I found you and Luke. Maker, I finally learned my real name.  I know how I came to find you again. A young boy saved me that day on Alderaan. He found me on the streets, brought me to a ship, put me in the pod once we realized mother and father were gone. 

I know the two of you spoke, but Leia, it was the Mando. He saved me, now in more ways than one. I know the truth now, my truth.” The holo of Ava stilled, for a moment. She smiled softly as she thought of her next words. Leia hardly needed to hear the whole message through to know what was in her sister’s heart. 

“So, my beautiful and strong sister. Wish me luck. I promise we’ll be together soon.” Ava smiled brightly and touched the necklace, their necklace, that fell on her chest. “I love you.” 

The final image of Ava stopped. Her sweet expression and relaxed posture perfectly held against time. A soft knock came from the door, and Leia’s assistant stepped through the doorway. She saw the holo-puck on the table top with the stilled image projecting. 

The woman, having known Leia for a few years, felt comfortable enough to say, “I take it the young miss has made her final decision?” 

Leia smiled at her knowingly.  

“Well, it seems like a perfect ending.” 

“No. It’s a perfect beginning.” 

A star flashed across the sky. There one moment, gone the next. It’s exact journey unknown, but oh, how it burned. Oh, how it was loved. 

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Obi-Wan and Luke, 64.

From the prompts 100 ways to say I love you

Took a lot of false starts, but finally did it! This is from Broken Constellations. Palpatine is dead, the Jedi rebuilt after Order 66, and Anakin is alive but out of the picture. Luke is newly Obi-Wan’s padawan. He's 10 and a half.

64. "It's two sugars, right?"

Obi-Wan got back late.

Luke jerked his head up as the door slid open, surprised to find woodshavings stuck to his cheek, and sleep in his eyes.

"Master!"

He hopped to the floor, almost running to take Obi-Wan’s cloak and boots.

"Luke."

Obi-Wan... didn't seem to have energy to say more. He was dirty, covered in some kind of yellow slime, and Luke couldn't help making a face at the stuff that transferred to his hands from the cloak. It smelled like a nerf's stomach acid.

"What happened?" He frowned up at Obi-Wan, worry stirring in his stomach. His master looked so tired, and– Was that blood on his face, on his chin? "You're hurt!"

He'd never seen Uncle Obi-Wan look like this, ever! Not even the times he'd seen Obi-Wan cry were as bad as this. Even Obi-Wan’s hair was dirty and tangled.

Obi-Wan's eyes were shadowy and sad, but his hand on Luke's head was gentle as ever. "It's nothing serious, Padawan, just got hit in the nose."

"You need a shower," Luke decided, trying to hold down his flip-flopping stomach. Focus, find something to do.

For the first time since he'd come through the door, Obi-Wan smiled. Or at least his lips moved up a bit at the corners. Luke counted that a victory.

"Yes, I believe I do." Obi-Wan looked down at his slimy, dirty robes.

"Did you fly like that, Master? What about the Runner? She must be filthy inside."

"There were more pressing matters than the state of my ship, as long as it could fly." Obi-Wan carefully stepped out of his boots, trying not to shake his robes all over the place. "I'm sure the droids can handle a simple cleaning job."

Luke dropped the cloak with the boots on the mat, deciding he would come back to dealing with that.

"I'll get you some clean clothes," he volunteered, scooting past Obi-Wan toward the bedroom.

"Thank you, Luke." Even Obi-Wan’s voice sounded tired. "I'll toss the dirty robes out of the fresher."

"And I'll take them down to the laundry chute!"

It did feel good to have a plan, something to do. Luke's stomach settled a little as he ran to Obi-Wan’s shelves, wiping his hands carefully on his pants before he grabbed a clean shirt, pants, and underwear. He also liked tossing things down the laundry chute, and sticking his head in to listen to them sliding away, down, down to the laundry room. He could also faintly smell the soapy clean smell of steam drifting up.

When he hurried back into the fresher, where Obi-Wan had already stripped to his pants, he couldn't help staring at a big dark red bruise across his master’s lower back.

"You really are hurt." He hated how small his voice sounded.

Obi-Wan started, glanced over at him, hugging the clean clothes to his chest. "Anakin, it's not that–"

Luke blinked, and a whole series of emotions crossed Obi-Wan’s face, before his master turned away sharply.

"I'm sorry, Luke, but it's no worse than the time Leia shot you with Rex’s blaster."

"Hey, I deflected most of it!" Luke exclaimed indignantly.

"Exactly." When Obi-Wan looked back over his shoulder, he gave another little smile. "You can leave those by the sink, thank you Luke."

"You're welcome, Master." Luke bobbed his head, before following instructions, and managing to leave without tripping over the pile outside the door.

He stood in the front room awkwardly, trying to figure out what to do next. He eyeballed his half-finished model of the Azure Angel on the table, then looked down at his hands, still streaked with slime.

Luke was glad when the last of Obi-Wan’s dirty clothes came sailing out the refresher door and it shut with a click. Okay, he'd take care of that first.

He took the laundry down the hall, and came back to examine Obi-Wan’s boots. They didn't look too dirty, but Luke would happily polish them for his master.

He paused, listening to the shower come on, and thought of how Obi-Wan’s back must hurt. How Obi-Wan had called him Dad's name instead.

I should probably make tea.

He cleaned up his model ship while the kettle boiled, humming to himself.

Luke realized, as he stood on the chair, staring at the different kinds of tea on Obi-Wan’s shelves, that he had never actually made tea for the man. He'd made tea for Mamé and Rex and Kix and Addie and Echo and his grandparents. But he’d never done it for his uncle, now his master.

What was Obi-Wan's favourite? Could he remember whether Obi-Wan took sugar or not?

"Stang," Luke said out loud, then: "Fierfek," for good measure.

Maybe he should smell them? And whichever one smelled like Obi-Wan the most would be the right one.

One of them smelled like trees in the spring. One like fruit. One like the roses back home on Varykino; Luke liked that one. The fourth smelled like sweet petrichor, and that made Luke stop.

"Okay, that's the right one."

He grabbed one mug off the shelf, then another; he would make himself hot chocolate while he was at it.

The tea was steeping, and Luke was heating his milk in the kettle, when he realised the shower had stopped completely.

He reached for the little box of sugar, bit his lip. How many cubes was it? He couldn't remember. Maybe Obi-Wan didn't like sugar at all. Or maybe he liked sugar in some of his tea, and not others? But Luke was sure he'd heard Mamé say something to him about sugar. He would just have to put in what felt right, and hope Obi-Wan liked it.

"Luke?"

"Master?" Luke carried the drinks to the table, careful not to spill.

Obi-Wan came out of the fresher smelling much better, dressed in sleep clothes and with his hair combed out. Luke was glad to see him looking normal again.

"Did you make tea?" Obi-Wan paused, tilted his head, smiling more than before.

"Yeah. For you. I made hot chocolate for me." Luke scampered back to his chair, across the little table from Obi-Wan’s mug. He watched Obi-Wan take his seat, and pull the mug toward him.

"I hope I made it right." Luke felt suddenly nervous. "It smelled good, but I couldn’t remember– It's two sugars, right?"

Obi-Wan looked up at him, startled. "No, that's... how Anakin made it. I prefer it with none."

"Oh."

Luke couldn't figure out how Obi-Wan was feeling, because he was smiling, but then when he took a sip, he put his hand over his eyes, like he was about to cry.

Luke gripped his own mug tighter, wanting to reach out, but not sure how, or what to say.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Oh, no, Anakin–" Obi-Wan cut off his quick response with a groan. Setting down the tea, he rubbed a hand over his face, in the same tired way Echo did.

"Luke," he finally said, looking up again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't..." He waved one hand.

Luke wrapped his hands tight around his warm mug. "I told you," he mumbled, "I like when you think I'm like Dad. Except when it makes you sad, I guess." He bit his bottom lip, scrunching his eyebrows together.

Obi-Wan sat back in his chair with a sigh, and a faint wince crossed his face. "But you're not him. You might be like him, but you're not him. You're Luke." And now he gave his first real smile of the night, even though Luke was sure those were tears in his eyes. "One Anakin Skywalker is enough for this galaxy."

Luke watched his master lean forward carefully to sip his tea. "What happened to your back?"

"An overly-enthusiastic Togruta," Obi-Wan quipped back. "But you haven't told me about how you did on your FTL paper, or your mathematics test."

"Master Metzi loved my essay, but I got 6 equations wrong on the test." Luke made a face at the memory of prime factors.

Obi-Wan nudged him in the Force, amusement and pride mingled in a way that made Luke relax.

"Well done," he said. "How about saber practice? Did you-?"

"Oh!" Luke interrupted, remembering what he'd been waiting all week to tell Obi-Wan. "Master Ti let me spar with Cal! He had his real saber, though he turned it down of course. And I got two touches on him! Even though he's got the double blade and everything! I lost the match, but Master Ti said I did really good!"

Luke liked the way Obi-Wan looked at him, he wanted his master to keep looking happy like that. What else was there to tell him about? He'd been gone two whole weeks...

"I taught some of the little ones how to swim. And Cal made Caleb trip over him twice, because he's been practicing Concealment. Once was in the gardens, and Caleb fell into a fountain. So he pulled Cal in after him. Master Junda found them, and made them both run laps of the courtyard."

Obi-Wan sighed. "Barely knighted, and my old padawan is already in trouble. And what about you, padawan? What shenanakins did you get up to? Please don't tell me you did anything with Master Vos."

Luke grinned. "Of course, I did things with Master Vos; we ate mid-meal together almost every day, and he showed me how to..."

Obi-Wan sipped his tea slower as Luke went on, contentment softening the lines in his face. And when Obi-Wan laughed out loud, Luke laughed back, not caring how tired he was.

He'd made Obi-Wan happy again, just like Dad would have if he'd been there. That was a mission accomplished.

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Side Project- Luke & Leia

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Recovery date: July 25th, 2022

Description: Luke and Leia are forced to take a break, but even then they can't sit still.

Notes: An entry from my 2022 research project into the universe of Star Wars. You can find the next entry here.

Word count: 647

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Sometimes the twins were far too much like their parents. It was something both R2 and C3PO could agree on when they spoke -which was rarely-, since R2 left with Luke to form a new Jedi academy.

In this case, it was their work habits that forced the comparison. Leia spending late nights in her office drafting up proposals and arguments for the senate, much like their mother, and Luke training from dawn till dusk like their father. It was ridiculous, and neither of them showed signs of stopping. A trait their parents had in common and they shared, dragged them on, stubbornness. 

“Alright goldy, what is it?” Han huffed.

He was leaning back in the pilot's seat of the Millenium Falcon, arms crossed and legs kicked up on Chewwie’s seat.

C3PO had been looking for him all day, assuming it was some political quest from Leia, Han had tried his damndest to avoid him. The droid had finally found him in the cockpit getting ready to head out on a supply delivery run.

“It’s about Master Luke and Mistress Leia, R2 and I are very worried about them.”

Han dropped his feet and leaned in a bit more to the droid, arms now propped up on his knees.

“What d’you mean?”

“Well, neither of them have taken a break since the battle of Endor and they both spend all day working. It cannot be healthy, the human body requires rest or else it will burn out.”

Han sighed, “Look, I’m sure if they needed a break they would take one. Now, I’m heading out, so unless you’d like to come with me, get off the ship.”

“Mistress Pamde and Master Anakin wouldn’t,” 3PO huffed and left the cockpit. “It was no use,” he exclaimed to R2 as he left the Falcon, “we have to find some other way to make them relax.”

“Hey droid!” 3PO turned around to find Han standing in the doorway of the Falcon. “What did you have in mind?”

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“There’s a folder of drafts that need to be sent out for approval, things like trade agreements, treaties, everything. It’s all in the drafts folder… Oh and!”

“Do not worry mistress Leia, I will make sure everything runs smoothly in your absence.”

She took a deep breath and smiled at him.

“I know you will, thank you 3PO.”

“You sure you don’t want me to drop you two off? At least on Naboo?” Han asked, handing the last duffle up to Luke. He was kind of surprised the droids’ plan worked.

“Nah, we’re good. Besides, I’m thinking of letting Leia fly for a bit.”

The two looked back at her, giving some last minute directions to her stand-ins.

“I wish I could be there to see that.”

Luke chuckled. “Leia, come on. The sooner we leave, the sooner you can be back.”

“I’m coming! I’m coming,” she waved. 

“Okay, I gotta know, what’s so special about this trip?

Leia pulled the X-wing helmet on and Luke helped her fasten it before she got into the back seat.

“It’s a chance to let us get to know our parents,” Luke shrugged.

“When I first met Obi-Wan, he seemed so sad talking about them. I guess, now I know why but… I want to understand why, I want to understand who they were,” she shrugged, leaning over the side a bit.

“I grew up on Tatooine, our father’s home planet, but I want to see where our mother grew up.”

Luke hopped into the pilot seat and pulled on his helmet.

“So what, the droids convinced you to take a break by going on a journey of self discovery?”

Both twins shrugged.

“Closing the hatch, bye Han.”

Leia waved and settled in, saying something to Luke once the hatched closed. Han couldn’t hear them anymore, but he could tell they were already relaxing. Luke laughed at whatever Leia said and waved bye to him and the droids.

As Han stepped back, he watched the twins take off on a much needed vacation.

[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.