#he's a walking shatterpoint

[frownyalfred]

I know it's a Star Wars thing, but imagine Bruce Wayne being such an annoying/painful shatterpoint that him walking near anyone with psychic abilities makes them physically twitch. They get headaches if he's too close. He has so many timelines/possible futures threading through him and so do all his kids--

[minecraftian1213]

Baby Obi-Wan once stared so hard into the Force that he was never the same. Ever since he joined the creche the Masters knew there was something... off about the little one. They weren't quite sure what to think of the littlest of the younglings. He always seemed to know things he shouldn't and offered words that often intimidated padawans, knights, and even gained concerned expressions from seasoned masters.

The guards in the temple were less amused when he learned to properly shield himself. Gifted in the art of shielding, Obi-Wan tended to wander from his creche. Normally, a wandering youngling wouldn't be a problem. Where one youngling lingered, a sentinel was hiding in the shadows not too far away. Obi-Wan Kenobi, however, finds the right moment to slip away.

When questioned what he is doing so far from his creche, Obi-Wan always answers, "Force says so."

Qui-Gon keeps stumbling upon a small ginger boy when he finds himself alone. The first time was a memorable experience. It is, after all, the first time Qui-Gon met his future apprentice.

"What are you doing?" And the voice makes Qui-Gon pause in his walk. A youngling is staring at him from behind a pillar.

"Thinking," he answers honestly. The boy, probably no older than four or five, steps out and walks up to him, arms held out in demand to be picked up. Qui-Gon obliges and settles him on his hip, changing his destination to the creches. "Why aren't you with your creche?"

"The masters say I should listen to the Force. The Force says I should be here. With you."

Qui-Gon's lips quirk upward. "Is that so, little one? What else does it tell you?"

The youngling tilts his head, blue eyes shining. Qui-Gon feels like he isn't being seen despite the boy's eyes clearly on him. "Nothing you should know yet," the boy says.

Qui-Gon doesn't ask any more questions, too stumped to know what to ask the boy. The boy of course takes Qui-Gon's silence as his cue to talk. He offers his name as Obi-Wan Kenobi and tells him all about his friend Quinlan who sees things when he touches stuff and- "He doesn't see stuff when he holds my hand because my shields are good. Did you know the guards don't like it when I leave? Guard Feemor says I shield too hard."

And doesn't that take Qui-Gon by surprise. "Is that so?" Temple guards wore masks to protect their identities. Qui-Gon wasn't aware his former padawan took rotations as a guard.

Obi-Wan replies easily, "He doesn't know I know."

Qui-Gon quickly returns the youngling to his creche. The second escape and return allows Obi to decide he likes this master. It's the seventh escapade from their first meeting that the guards and creche masters and even passing jedi learn that when Obi-Wan goes missing he's with Qui-Gon.

[redbean-nom]

of course after somebody drags maul out of the acid pit, they all come to the conclusion that:

palpatine is trying to make anakin his new apprentice

palpatine is trying to replace dooku

palpatine is probably trying to get obi-wan killed

palpatine is wasting absolutely everyones time

they're all supremely angry at palpatine for entirely different reasons. of course, this means they decide to go kill palpatine before they resume their battle. dooku has just realized that obi wan is his grandpadawan and is quietly having a crisis in the corner. anakin is mental-mathing the process of building maul new legs, because his new ally is not the most helpful when half-melted. obi wan and maul are glaring at each other (obi wan for trying to steal his apprentice, maul for the usual reasons). obi wan eventually decides to keep up his cover of darth hardeen for stealth purposes.

by the time they reach palpatines office, they are: one supposedly-jedi who keeps force choking people and is more ambiguously aligned than revan, one supposedly-sith who keeps waxing poetic about qui gon's favorite climbing tree, one disillusioned sith who now follows a completely different branch of sith teachings than palpatine, and one disillusioned jedi who is actively ignoring the council and pretending to be a sith. mace windu goes to discuss the War Situation with palpatine and walks into the middle of a battle featuring Somewhere Between One And Five Sith.

thinking about the hardeen arc in clone wars again and could you imagine if it happened after Maul came back. like just think of the absolute galaxy-ending shit fit he would throw upon finding out that some random sniper killed Kenobi and not him

[shadowmaat]

Shatterpoint Shuffle

I decided to have a bit of fun with @bitter-chocolate-stars's cracky idea about time traveling clones and tiny Obi-Wan, as aided and abetted by @krazykupidspoems.

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Padawan Mace Windu entered the Kybuck Clan crèche. scanning the tiny initiates currently engaged in free play. He stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of one initiate, who was offering their sippy cup to the air.

His Master bumped into him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Is something wrong, Padawan?" Master Myr asked.

Mace pressed his back against her, wanting to get out of the room.

"That initiate," he said, swallowing a wave of nausea. "They... The shatterpoints. They're made of shatterpoints!"

The initiate in question was talking to an imaginary friend, oblivious to Mace's discomfort. They pulsed in the Force, surrounded by fracture lines and shards of barely-glimpsed potential. Shifting, twisting, changing; Mace pressed his thumb into the base of his wrist, trying to suppress the dizziness.

"Is that so?" Master Myr leaned over his shoulder, looking at the initiate. "How interesting."

The initiate's head whipped around, locking eyes with Mace, who tried once again to back away. They scrambled to their feet and ran over, beaming up at him.

"Gen'ral Windu! Ponds says he misses you!" They held their arms out. "Up!"

For a heartbeat one of the shards grew bigger, giving Mace the impression of... eyes, maybe. Or blood.

"Ponds?" He echoed, stooping to pick them up. He didn't want this walking nest of shatterpoints anywhere near him, but some imperatives were too big to override.

"General," his Master murmured behind him.

"Uh huh!" The initiate flopped against his chest, thumb inserted in their mouth, talking around it. "He says s'not your fault, it was that b-" They broke off, glancing aside. "Huh? A bad word? Oh, okay! It was the bad lady's fault."

Guileless grey-blue eyes stared up at him. A flicker, and they were older and filled with grief. Another flicker and they were younger, dancing with humor. Another flicker.

Mace blinked to clear it away, swallowing his queasiness.

"Thank you for telling me, initiate," he said, trying to sound sincere.

"You seem very knowledgeable, little one," Master Myr said. "Do you know my Padawan well?"

"Uh huh!" They paused mid-nod, glancing aside. "Uh uh!" They shook their head. "I will someday? That's what Cody says!"

"And who is Cody?"

He could feel Cyslin rubbing small circles against his back, but while he tried to take comfort from it he still felt as if he was cuddling a bomb.

"He's- oh right! I need to int'duce myself!" Removing their thumb from their mouth, they held their hand out over Mace's shoulder. "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi! And some day I'm gonna be a Master!"

The named echoed in the Force, a susurration.

The crèchemaster saved him at that point, coming over to whisk Obi-Wan away for a nap.

"I hope Obi-Wan didn't trouble you too much," Master Tlah said, once everyone had been settled. "He has a very active imagination, even for a human toddler."

"That's quite alright, isn't it, Mace?" Cyslin elbowed him.

Mace bowed. "Yes, of course. It was fine, Master Tlah," he lied.

The two Masters chatted for a bit before he and Cyslin finally left the crèche.

"So," she said, in a tone Mace had come to dread. "Young Obi-Wan seems very interesting."

"That's one way of putting it," he muttered.

"Perhaps this is the Force's way of giving you a hint."

He side-eyed her, wariness prickling between his shoulders. She caught the look, grinning as she ruffled his braids.

"My poor, suspicious Padawan," she teased. "All I'm saying is that if he's still 'made of shatterpoints' by the time he comes of age, he might benefit from having a Master who understands what that means."

He turned to stare at her in open-mouthed horror, making her laugh.

"Absolutely not," he said. "I'm still a Padawan! I'll probably still be a Padawan by then!"

"We'll see, my little General, we'll see."

She continued down the hall, leaving Mace to wallow in a sense of impending doom. A flicker of possibility off to one side, carrying the suggestion of laughter.

"Absolutely not," he repeated, hoping the Force believed him.

[phoenixyfriend]

Remember my post about Anakin pulling a Mike Murdock? Yeah, no, I have a full on AU concept now (with contributions by @threebea! indented)!

He lies so hard about having a brother that the universe invents a twin from scratch for him. It happens when Anakin is like twelve.

Anakin was just committing to the bit on a mission because he was bored.

The Force was also bored.

Oh no Anakin force manifests a sibling Obi-Wan: …That's not how the Force works. Anakin: You tell the Force that. Obi-Wan: Well, I suppose this would be your half-brother since the Force is your shared parent. Obi-Wan after the initial shock: This might as well happen.

New brother is better at some things and worse at others, as any person is. Anakin is, naturally, a fucking mess about all that, worries he'll be replaced, etc.

Obi-Wan just brings this to the Council and nobody can DENY this Skywalker from the Jedi after they already took the first one. So. Mace volunteers.

This Skywalker is a bit more Force than Anakin, got glowing eyes and visions and the Animal Communion buff. But is worse at flying, worse at tech, and unfathomably worse at people. Which is a FEAT, since Anakin's not too hot at social skills in the first place.

Mace has his hands full in many ways, including "keep this child from walking face first into the wall."

Obi-Wan: We are not calling him Anagain.

Anakin had many mixed feelings but! If he's going to have family then he's going to commit!

The other option is that the brother is younger by enough that the Older Brother instincts kick in, but I think the one-sided twin rivalry is funnier.

Anakin: I'm a big brother now. Anagain: I think we're supposed to be twins. Anakin: I have more worldly experience. Anagain: I'm taller. Anakin: wut Anagain: alpha twin alpha twin (that's his nickname until you come up with actual name lol) Obi-Wan: Well, I'm taller than both of you, and while that is the case you both need to listen to me. Anagain: (flash of foresight) So, not for long Obi-Wan: What? Anagain: Nothing. Mace: (the Shatterpoints are blinding) Yeah, I'll be taking this one. More seriously tho, Anakin definitely torn between what if everyone likes him better he's born from the force what if he's the chosen one what if and also: I have a brother I have family I need to take care of him. Probably some fun twin force bond too. Oh man Sheev after digesting all of that would definitely try to get some jealousy going.

Anakin talks about the new brother with terms like Freshly Hatched and Innocent Baby and it's mostly a joke except that now HE thinks Palps is a creep when it's aimed at Not Him.

Palpatine: When do I get to meet him? Anakin: [absolutely not] Mace won't let him [Yeah that'll work] Mace: Yeah, absolutely not, he didn't help save Naboo there's no reason for my Padawan to have a relationship with the Supreme Chancellor

I've decided to call the brother Aion (EY-yon). I like the whole thing about Anakin's name being based on Ananke, even if it's a disputed thing, so I go for Greek myth when doing alt names for siblings.

Mace still bitter about having to let Palps get time with Anakin not about to do the same if he can help it. Although that comic takes place later eh (handwaves) still The Jedi might try to be hush hush about where aion came from anyway since he would fall directly under Jedi business

Help I'm imagining Mace and Obi-Wan on a walk and the twins are on child leashes. Anakin because ADHD will have him trying to run off to look at something. And Aion because he's going to be so distracted by visions that he will walk into traffic.

"Can we send a letter to mom so she knows he exists?" The other thought was ANAKIN holding the child leash for Aion, and then Obi-Wan or Mace holding the one for Anakin. Lil chain.

Aion: Hey… I know I've only existed for a few months, and yes my memories of before are sort of built by the Force, but I'm pretty sure the Supreme Chancellor is evil. Mace: You saw that in a vision? Aion: No, he's just super creepy. Bad vibes.

Obi-Wan: Of course he's evil, he's a career politician. Anakin: What about your friend from Alderaan? Obi-Wan: That's different.

One of these boys is constantly zoning out. The other is smiling, but the smile contains murder.

They're both adhd but with wildly different sides of it.

EXACTLY

Also.

Aion: [silent, a bit upset but mostly chill] Anakin, holding his hand: He asked for no pickles!

[padawansuggest]

I love all your little quotes and such for obi-wan. But I especially love the ones with eldritch spooky baby obiwan telling a very tired and ready to deal with it knight windu a very haunting vision. ♥️♥️

Thank you. Obi-Wan is just a Little Guy who’s made of cosmic energy and would like to tell you about his latest dream it wasn’t that bad this time he promises 🥺🥺🥺

But also I think that would be the funniest fix it AU ever because Obi-Wan would get a fucked up vision and immediately go tell nice knight Windu (who likes to give him nice cheek nuzzles and tried to sell him to a padawan once) who is all ‘wow. The shatterpoints say that one’s real and I think I know how to sidestep it’ because their visions fit together in the most fucked up perfect way ever 🥰🥰

Also I just want tiny baby-Wan to track Mace down like the ghosts in the Shining or something with the sole purpose of telling him something messed up. It would be 7x as funny if Mace brought him to the temple to begin with cause he’ll spend every moment in the cursed baby’s presence like ‘ughhhhh’ but then Obi-Wan grows up and Mace is all ‘anyone wanna see this baby book of Obi-Wan that I put together? It’s also got some of his worst prophecies in it’ ‘don’t you mean first?’ ‘Nah these ones are his worst. Don’t touch them unless you wanna feel like someone just walked over your grave.’

Anyways. Cody and Anakin are about to gather up funds from Padme to try and buy the baby book they are obsessed they need it Right This Second.

Mace: *sees toddler wan* ew. It’s got fleas. I watched him bite Master Krell to the bone once. He’s probably diseased.

Mace: *sees adult Kenobi* He’s perfect. I would kill any of you for him. He’s my actual infant son. He’s just a Little Guy.

[witchofthesouls]

Let Mikaela turn into an ice breathing predacon. Let her win.

She deserves it. And her own mythical weapon of questionable sentience. And a fucking familiar because why not!?

I actually had a whole thing with the Bayverse after Other!TFP!trip crossover with the Unfathomable!June being a June-is-Megatronus as well.

It basically picks up what happens when the TFP crew goes back to their dimension. Now, Bayverse needs to navigate a Mikaela that can't return to human life, the Foundation and its authority, and Unicron's stirring.

As well as what does it mean to have a Dragon walk upon Earth again...

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"Mikaela," Mrs. Darby says her name deliberately, and Pilar is nowhere in the vicinity. The other dragonformer had delved quickly into the sea, disappearing into the depths.

It's strange; between the battle where she overcame Megatron in that moment of shock, the rescue by the Autobots, her first flying escape and crash in the middle of nowhere, and then being put through her paces under Pilar's inescapable and heavy training grip...

Mikaela hasn't had the time to have a face-to-face with the entity that made her newfound body possible.

Something squirms beneath Mrs. Darby's robes, and Mikaela can't help the tension that fizzles up her back, the strange ripple of flattening platelets as her senses sharpen, attention stolen and unable to move away from anticipation; change.

(Later, the closest description Mikaela would liken this quirk is the Shatterpoints from Star Wars - an event, place, person, or even a thing that holds so much divergence to tip the scales of fate itself.)

Mrs. Darby, with infinite patience and obvious movements, opens a new seam and out comes-

A small puppy in the middle of her palm.

"This is a gift." Mrs. Darby says, calm as the waves, her intentions just as clear as the water and giant woman holds out the animal. "No strings attached. Do what you wish."

Mikaela takes it. A pair of bright blue eyes blink at her, and a cool nose pokes at her. Unafraid of the metal as it tentatively sniffs before a little tongue laps warmly across her thumb. Purposely dabbling into her newfound electric blue blood.

Mrs. Darby stops her fussing. "Let it. Allow it to know you. This isn't a mere mortal canine. This one, depending on how you it raise to adulthood, can be a leisure companion or a battle one."

The puppy chuffs, whimpering as the breeze picks up. Mikaela can't help but think that even the base is too cold for the poor thing. She tentatively heats up her palm, evaporating the seawater and condensation. Something that could potentially sear someone but the puppy happily yips, stubby tail wagging.

"Why now?" Why me? Mikaela asks.

"Because we're going home soon." Mrs. Darby answers. In those blue optics, Mikaela sees a burning pyre of an altar where Sam withered, but she stepped forward to answer the call. "This one can prove indispensable when you battle Megatron and others."

Not if. When. A forgone conclusion. A warning and a promise.

"I beat him before." She tries to muster that initial feeling. Something between dream and reality as she steps out of a supernova, wreathed in lightning and thunder with firestorm blooming at each step she had taken.

"You bested him because he was caught unaware." It's not a chide nor admonishment. A statement. Given in that gentle inflection. "You didn't kill him, and he won't fall for it twice."

A god that remembers the beginning of everything and a girl that became something between mortal and divine sit together in companionable silence. Mikaela feels the other woman pulling her hair into braids, humming something that's both foreign and familiar, and her optics water as she smells her early childhood in that whiff of perfume.

(Before her dad went to prison, there was her mom, but then she went away into a grave and nothing was the same.)

"Ask Pilar about familiars." Mrs. Darby murmurs in her ear, and when Mikaela opens her eyes (she hasn't realized she closed them), she's by herself with laurel leaves in her metal hair.

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That night, Mikaela dreams of unknown constellations that match her armor and a warbeast with lightning for eyes and dancing flames at its paws.

[gffa]

I haven't had much time to read fic lately, because I've been basically consumed by two fics that I need everyone to read with me: ✦ Out with Lanterns by SkyeBean, ahsoka & mace & jedi & clones & cast, 312.5k     In another universe, Jedi Masters Plo Koon and Depa Billaba decide a Padawan could do Mace some good. It takes a while, but he eventually agrees. When he takes Ahsoka Tano as his Padawan, Mace knows that he’s broken through a Shatterpoint and changed the course of a life. How, he doesn’t know. I'm now about halfway through this fic and it continues to be just everything I want out of its concept--it's such a great Ahsoka fic as she grows up in the war and as a Jedi, as well as an amazing look at the Jedi in the middle of the Clone Wars, as all these familiar Jedi come around to teach her. It's such a fantastic parallel to the way Ahsoka worked with Luminara or Jocasta or Aayla or Sinube in the canon, but without feeling like a repeat, like it's all new characters for her to interact with and murder mysteries to get involved with or missions to sea worlds to get involved with and clones to grow closer to, etc. All wrapped up in the kind of writing that just pulls me in so fast that I don't realize I've been reading for half an hour before I finally look up and realize it's time to go to bed, because it's just so easy to slip into this story, it's so solidly built that I get satisfaction out of every chapter. There's such affection for the world and the characters appearing here and the themes, you can tell the author genuinely loves the world they're writing about and it spills over onto me every time I read and it makes my heart warm.

✦ Azula's Search by crowleyshouseplant, azula & zuko & ty lee & mai & ursa & cast, 190k After her defeat at the hands of Katara, Azula has lost her throne, her father, and her firebending. Held prisoner in her once lavish quarters, she is desperate to escape, and makes a proposition to Firelord Zuko that he cannot refuse. I'm halfway through Book One of this fic and already I'm in love, it's a slow burn Azula redemption fic that isn't shying away from the long road she has to walk or how complicated and biting of a character she is, but still showing the sympathetic way she got there. The rotating points of view have been fantastic for getting inside every character's head, like this is very much an Azula fic, but all the characters are getting their moments and the writing is just cutting its way straight to my fannish heart, that this girl can be so terrible and yet I ache so much for her. Gorgeously done so far and at two novels' length, I've been enjoying getting lost in the world being built here--every flashback to bb!Azula as a child has been punching me right in the feelings place, the line walked between what a cruel child she was and how she was just as abused as Zuko was, if in a different way. Such a good post-canon and Azula-centric fic.

[rainintheevening]

🍁🍁Comfy-vember 🍁🍁

Day 11: Verbal affirmation, Couch cuddles

Grant Ward & Leo Fitz, Agents of SHIELD, Saving Grant Ward AU, Episode 1×6: FZZT coda

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He was reading in the lounge when Fitz wandered in, halting by the coffee table, but without really standing still. Grant felt the eyes on the top of his head, and looked up slowly, just as Fitz turned away, hands fidgeting in that way they did when he was thinking too much. But he didn't walk away.

"What's up?"

Fitz jumped slightly, spinning back to face him as if he'd only just noticed Grant there. "Ah, nothing, nothing, I just–"

"Having trouble falling asleep?"

"Well–" A shrug, a shake of his head. The kind of nervous twitches that set off every protective brotherly instinct in Grant. "No, I just–"

Grant tilted his head. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Wha-? No, I'm not–"

"Did she kiss you?" He'd heard them talking in the bunks, not the words, but the warmth.

Fitz spluttered a moment, left hand flying up to touch his cheek, before he collected himself, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Ah, no! No, she did not."

On the cheek then. Grant couldn't help smiling, as he nodded. "Mmhm." Sheesh, these kids were cute. "But you'd deserve it."

That stopped Fitz, held him blinking for a moment, suddenly frowning. "I don't–"

"You did great today." Grant shut Shatterpoint on his thumb and leaned forward, trying to catch Fitz's eye again. "You were amazing in there, helping Jemma. You saved her life."

Fitz look back at the floor, rubbed a hand over his curly hair. "Well. I didn't... jump out of a plane or anything."

"But you were going to." Grant smiled softly into those doubtful blue eyes. "You're very brave, Fitz. Leo the lion," he added, with a grin. "Bravest of them all."

Fitz stared at him, blinked, then turned away abruptly, but not fast enough for Grant to miss the way his face seemed to cumple.

Shit. He dropped the book on the couch in his haste, standing to reach for Fitz's shoulder, but hesitated when a tremor ran across them.

"Fitz? I'm sorry, did I-?"

He didn't finish, because Fitz spun to throw his arms around Grant's middle, and bury his face against his shirt.

Grant froze, blinked twice, alarm bells ringing wildly in his mind, but when Fitz made a move to pull away, everything fell quiet, and he dropped his hands to the kid's back, held him close.

A sigh, before Fitz relaxed, curls tickling Grant's chin as he turned his head to speak clearly. "Thanks."

For what, the hug? The compliment? Well, at least Grant didn't seem to have done irreparable damaged their friendship. He smiled, rubbed a hand up and down Fitz's spine. "Sure, kid."

Grant waited till the tremors had left Fitz's body, before he spoke again.

"You should go sleep."

"You're not my dad." But there was a laugh in his voice. Grant let him go, and Fitz stood away to rub the back of a hand over his eyes. "And I'm not tired yet."

"Right." Grant nodded, hiding his grin as Fitz stifled a yawn. "Okay then." He sat back on the couch, picked up his book.

Fitz promptly flopped down next to him. "Do you wanna watch something?"

Grant gave him a sideways look, and held up Shatterpoint. "Not really."

"Are you reading Star Wars? I didn't know they had books."

"Hundreds of them actually." Grant eyed Fitz, the way he leaned toward Grant, the way he squinted as if his eyes were wanting to close. Finally he sighed. "Hey, sometimes when Coulson's up late I read to him."

"Oh. Um, sure. Go ahead."

He was a little surprised at Fitz's instant agreement, but shrugged. "Should I tell you what's already happened, or-?"

"No, no." Fitz waved a hand. "Go ahead."

So Grant plunged into a scene of Jedi Mace Windu trying to befriend some children on a war-torn planet, while he tried to ignore the way Fitz inched closer, until he was cuddled right into Grant's side, yawning every other sentence.

Grant paused at the end of a chapter to sip some water, and it hit him suddenly what was so familiar about this. It was like Rose, curling against him as she fell asleep, or way back when they were kids, and both she and Thomas had sat with him while he read bedtime stories. Because Thomas said he did better voices than Mother.

It was like getting the wind knocked out of him, the wave of fear and panic thundering through his chest. What if-? What if he hurt Fitz? What if he broke Fitz's trust, just like he had Thomas's? What if he and Fitz ended up hating each other like he'd hated Tommy, and Tommy still hated him? Oh, hell–

"Why'd you stop?" The Scottish burr made the mumbled words almost unrecognizable, and Fitz's breath was warm on his bare arm.

Grant breathed out, forced himself to relax. "End of the chapter." He slipped his bookmark in, shut the pages quietly. "And you should go. Even you can't deny you're half asleep."

"You need to sleep too. You can't protect us if you don't rest."

What? He stared over at Fitz who was stretching a little, rubbing knuckles in his eyes.

"Yeah," he said at last. "Okay. Let's go then."

But Grant lay awake in his bunk longer than he liked, listening to the air filtration system humming, and trying to ignore how the walls felt like they were closing in around him. He shut his eyes, imagined himself running down the beach at Crecent City, Tramp bounding next to him. He did not let himself think about Fitz, about how warm and solid he'd felt against Grant's shoulder, about how neatly he fit into Grant's arms, just like a little brother should.

That night he dreamed of falling.

[lbibliophile-sw]

Guess Who

Also on AO3 [680 words] For @jedijune - week 5: tragedy averted Inspired by The Guessing Game by Kelpie_Mist

Master Vos shrugs at the assembled Council members.

“That’s all we’ve got. We know that the Sith has been playing a long game. We know that they have ties to the Separatists, if only through Dooku. We know that they have high-level influence or authority in the Senate and the GAR. We know that there is a growing Darkness centred on this hemisphere of Coruscant. But beyond that, we’re at a dead end. We’d have just as much luck throwing darts at a list of names. A list consisting, mind you, of half the Senate, two-thirds of the GAR admiralty, and most of the adults in the Order. I’ll keep looking, but at this point we need a miracle.”

Master Vos leaves, and there is a long moment of silence as the Council processes the situation. It is hard not to feel hopeless.

“Very well then, if we are all to be suspects, I accuse Ki-Adi of being the Sith Lord. You stole the last seaweed cookie in the refectory yesterday. Surely a sign of great evil.”

No.

Everyone jumps as the Force chimes in response to Kit’s joke, chuckles running around the room as the tension breaks.

“Really Master Fisto, what an accusation! How does the saying go, ‘you snooze, you lose’? If we are attempting wild guessing now, then we might as well start at the top. Master Yoda, just how long have you been hiding as a Sith in our midst?”

No.

“Offended, I am. Sith, I am not. Too much work, all that scheming is. Particularly when deployed, a certain someone is, and leave me with his flimiswork he does. Sith Lord, Master Windu is, hm?”

No.

“It was your turn and you know it. But if we’re talking about headaches, I’m calling out Skywalker as the Sith. I’m tired of the migraine I get any time that walking shatterpoint enters the room.”

…no.

Everyone straightens to attention.

“That… was a very tentative ‘no’.”

“Does that mean that Skywalker is involved?”

“Is the Sith Lord close to him?”

YES.

As the ringing dies away Obi-wan shifts uncomfortably, everyone in the room either looking at him or studiously avoiding doing so.

“Obi-wan?” It is Depa who breaks the awkward silence. “For the record’s sake, I have to ask. Are you the Sith Lord?”

No.

“See, I always told you I was incorruptible.” His smug smile can’t hide the worry in his eyes.

It is Saesee who speaks next.

“If not the Master, then perhaps the Padawan? I hesitate to re-open wounds, but with the timing of Ahsoka Tano’s leaving the Order, could she be…?”

No. “Little ‘Soka would never! And she is far too young besides.”

The Force and Plo object at the same time, prompting a ripple of guilt and regret through the group.

“Look outside the Order, we must. Married, Skywalker is. A different bond, that could hide. The Sith Lord, Amidala could be?”

No.

Obi-wan glares.

“Really. Are we just going to start listing everyone Anakin spends time with? Who’s next; Admiral Yularen, Captain Rex? Madame Nu, Master Drallig, the rest of this room? Dex? Are you going to start listing out every single one of his troopers? You might as well suspect the Chancellor of the Republic while you’re at it!”

Shaak Ti leans forward in her seat, blue hologram flickering as she frowns.

“Why haven’t we suggested him yet? He fits all the criteria Master Vos brought us. He has been mentoring Skywalker for years. And I know that we have repeatedly raised concerns at the increasing scope of his emergency powers. Is Chancellor Palpatine the Sith Lord?”

There is absolute and deafening silence in the Force.

With a growing sense of dread, they all focus their attention and Mace repeats the question.

“Is Sheev Palpatine, current Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, the Sith Lord and Master we have been searching for?”

Very faintly, as though straining to be heard through the empty void of space or thick clouds of choking darkness, the answer reaches them.

­YES!

[kanerallels]

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE EVERYONE BEHOLD THE EPIC (2013) KANERA AU WHICH I'M SO OBSESSED WITH RIGHT NOW @laughingphoenixleader FOR YOU

(by the way, don't read this if you haven't finished Jedi: Survivor, there are serious spoilers!)

Link to original ask!!

The Queen of the Jedi was a title that hadn’t been used in decades. Back when the Order had still existed, Caleb Dume had attended classes that talked about the title. How the Force only brought them on in times of greatest need, like during the battle against the Nihil over a hundred years ago.

 A Force wielder of great power, who was perfectly in tune with the Force, who could hear shatterpoints and see visions of the future. Who could interact with the living Force in a way most of them could only dream of. It was said that their connection with it was so deep, they could wield it through the plants that seemed to spring up wherever they walked.

It was the stuff of legends. Caleb Dume had taken it all in with wide eyes, enthusiastic as always.

But Kanan Jarrus hadn’t believed in the Queen of the Jedi— and even if he had, why would it matter? There were no Jedi left— or if there were, they would hopefully be smart enough to keep a low profile. So a Queen of the Jedi couldn’t be less relevant to his life.

At least, that’s what he’d thought. Right up until two months after he met Hera Syndulla.

There’d never been a Queen of the Jedi who wasn’t first a Force user of some kind— at least, none that had been recorded. But Hera was more of a Jedi than Kanan had ever been. And besides, she had the powers now. That was what really mattered.

Even if those powers meant she had a habit of running headlong into danger, even more so than she used to.

“I don’t like this plan,” he told her.

“I know you don’t.” Hera’s voice was calm as she swept her gaze across the crowd. She, like him, wore a dark cloak that covered their clothing, and hopefully helped them blend in with the crowd. Ord Mantell was a good place to dress like this— half of the beings past them were hooded or cloaked, trying to avoid the patrolling Imperials.

Kanan doubted any of them were hiding a secret like theirs, though.

“And we’re still doing it?” he asked, shifting a little so he could rest his hand on his weapon. The hilt under his palm comforted him a little.

“You know we are, Kanan. The Force directed me here,” Hera told him. “We’re here to recruit him, and without us, there’s no telling what happens to him.”

“He’s ISB,” Kanan pointed out. “There’s no telling what will happen to us if he turns on us.”

“He is ISB,” Hera agreed. “But he wasn’t always. And he needs another— there.”

Kanan followed her nod to a dark-haired man, moving through the crowd. He wore dual blasters in the holster strapped to his chest, and something about the way he moved suggested danger. “You’re sure?” Kanan asked, but he was already moving to his feet, readiness humming through him. Hera was always sure.

“I am,” she said. “And I was right. He’s a shatterpoint.”

As they started through the crowd together, Kanan said, “I didn’t think a person could be a shatterpoint.”

“Anything can be,” Hera replied. “His choices are going to affect the galaxy, one way or another. It’s our job to steer him towards the right path. Hopefully the one that results in him joining us.”

“That’s your job,” Kanan said, sidestepping out of the path of a group of Ithorians. They paid him no mind as he continued, “Mine is making sure you don’t die trying to steer him towards the right path.”

Hera let out a snort of amusement. “I thought your job was to do what I say, dear.”

Catching her by the edge of her cloak, Kanan tugged her out of the way just as a speeder zipped by. “Only when you’re making sense. And sometimes when you don’t.”

“Your loyalty is heartwarming,” Hera said, already scanning the crowd again. “There— he went into the cantina. He must be meeting with someone.”

“And now that someone is going to be us,” Kanan said, checking his weapon again. “Which method are we going with this time? Subtle persuasion, or overwhelming him with your queenly majesty?”

“In the middle of a crowded cantina?” Hera said. “I don’t need to put your blood pressure through the roof today, thank you.”

“Thanks,” Kanan said wryly. “Subtle persuasion it is. You ready?”

“Always,” Hera said.

Together, the two of them slipped into the cantina. It was a dimly lit, shabby place. The tables were mostly empty, with the exception of a Weequay and his Ithorian companion playing sabacc, and a few others.

The dark-haired man had taken a table in a back corner, at a position where he could see the door and the rest of the room. Tactical thinker, Kanan observed as Hera led the way towards him. If this does go sideways, he could be a handful.

None of that, of course, stopped Hera from heading over and taking the seat in front of him. Kanan opted to stand. One hand hovering over his weapon, he watched as the dark-haired man looked up in surprise.

“Bode Akuna?” Hera asked.

“That’s me,” the man said slowly. Kanan could see his guard go up as he sized Hera up— a slight Twi’lek woman wearing a dark cloak. To the outside eye— well, it could never be said that Hera didn’t look like much.

But everything that Hera was couldn’t be contained in one glance, and so Bode relaxed fractionally. Kanan had to hold back a laugh. The guy didn’t know what was about to hit him.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

“I’m here to recruit you,” Hera told him.

One of Bode’s eyebrows shot up. “That so? Well, I’m free for hire— if your muscle there wants to let go of whatever weapon he has under that cloak,” he added, nodding at Kanan. “Then we can talk.”

Kanan sensed rather than saw Hera’s nod. This is a bad idea, he thought, but released his weapon anyways, lifting both of his hands just high enough in the air that Bode could see them.

Nodding, Bode turned back to Hera. “So, what kind of job are we talking about here?”

“It’s not exactly your average job,” Hera said mildly. “It would require dedication, and trust on both sides.  And integrity.”

“Not a lot of call for that in my line of work,” Bode said with a snort of amusement. “Listen— I’m flattered, but I actually have something else lined up right now—”

“No, you don’t,” Hera said. “And if you do, it’s not a job you want to take.”

A flash of confusion crossed Bode’s face. “What?”

“What I mean is that working for the Empire isn’t sustainable. Not for a man in your position.”

Bode went still, his eyes locked on Hera. “What exactly do you know about my position?”

Kanan could hear the compassion in Hera’s voice as she said, “I know you work for the ISB as a spy. You do it because that’s what your supervisor needs from you, because you’re good at it. But most importantly, you do it to protect your daughter.”

Any pretense of confusion or amusement dropped at Hera’s last words. Bode’s glare was fierce as he said, “Leave her out of this. Whatever it is you want, it’s about me.” He glanced at Kanan, then back at Hera, his expression hostile. “So what is this? Some kind of test? Or do you want me to flip on the Empire for you?”

“It’s not a test,” Hera assured him. “And I don’t want you to spy on the Empire. I want you to leave them.”

Shaking his head, Bode said, “You may have looked me up, but apparently you missed some important things. I don’t just give my loyalty to whoever—”

“Agree to disagree,” Kanan muttered under his breath, and sensed a spike of disapproval coming from Hera.

Luckily, Bode either ignored it or didn’t care as he continued, “And I’m not just gonna let you threaten me. You’ve got ten seconds to drop this and leave, or things are going to get ugly.”

Oh, I don’t think so. Kanan gritted his teeth, wishing desperately that he could respond exactly the way he wanted to. But he knew Hera wanted to try diplomacy, and he felt her gratitude as he kept his mouth shut.

“Bode,” she said. “We’re not threatening you. We’re offering you a way out. We know the secret Denvik is holding over you, and—”

There was a crash at the door, and Kanan looked up sharply to see a flood of white clad troopers stomping into the room. In the lead was a black-clad figure, and Kanan cursed under his breath. 

“Time to go,” he muttered to Hera, who followed his gaze.

As did Bode, who cursed even more vehemently than Kanan had. “What did you do to get a purge trooper after you?” he demanded.

“I think you can guess that,” Hera said, a smile curving across her face. Kanan nearly groaned as he recognized the smile. It was the one that meant danger, and that she was about to head straight towards it. I take it that means we’re not sneaking out the back, he thought.

A heartbeat later, the purge trooper spotted them. “Stop right there, traitors!” he barked, striding forward.

Leaning over to Hera, Kanan murmured, “You want him or his friends?”

“I’ll take him,” Hera said, getting to her feet. As she rose, she shed her cloak, dropping it onto the chair behind her. Underneath, she wore a dress that was part armor, part elegance. The pauldrons and breastplate over her simple white top were painted green, with golden highlights, but at the waist, her skirt flared out into a full, fluttering white skirt. 

Hanging from her neck was a white crystal, one that shimmered green and pink and blue as the light hit it. 

“You really think an outfit change is going to help?” Bode said as Hera headed towards the purge trooper.

Kanan tossed aside his own cloak, under which he wore armor of a similar style to what Hera wore. At his waist hung a scabbarded weapon, the hilt made of a simple, silvery metal. “No,” he said, “but it does make us look pretty awesome.”

Grasping the hilt, he pulled it free of the scabbard. The blue blade of his lightsaber burst to life, and he heard a gasp from behind him. Kanan didn’t look back. 

As he and Hera moved to intercept the troopers, he heard the purge trooper scoff. “I can take down Jedi scum any day,” he said. “But you should at least make it hard. Where’s your weapon, Twi’lek?”

Kanan felt a grin cross his face, and he couldn’t resist stopping to watch, just for a moment.

Hera smiled at the purge trooper. “I don’t need one,” she said, and the kyber crystal around her neck began to glow.

At the same time, her eyes lit with a bright white fire, and the ground beneath them started to shake. The purge trooper stumbled backwards, his movements unsteady. “Open fire!” he shouted, the slightest edge of panic in his voice.

The stormtroopers behind him raised their weapons, but then Kanan was moving, cutting through them, batting aside blaster bolts with ease. He kept one part of his mind on Hera as he fought, watching her through the Force.

She knew, and he knew she knew, and he sensed her amusement at his vigilance, which she saw as excessive. But they only had one Queen of the Jedi, and Kanan wasn’t about to lose her to a stray blaster bolt.

Hera could hold her own, though— a fact that was made clear as vines burst through the floor, shattering the concrete. They were a pale, pale yellow-green, like they hadn’t seen sunlight in… maybe ever. In Ord Mantell City, full of stone and glass and metal, that wouldn’t surprise Kanan.

He cut down the last trooper, and turned to watch as the vines twined around the purge trooper, crawling up his body. He tried to smack them away, but they grew faster, enveloping him and pulling him downwards.

“Wha— stop! Get off!” The panic in his voice was stronger now, as he tried to wrestle free of the vines. But it wasn’t long before one vine, stronger than the others, twisted around his throat and tightened until he went limp, crumpling to the ground unconscious.

Giving his saber a deft spin, Kanan resheathed it, extinguishing the blue light. He could feel the satisfaction of a good fight humming through him, and through Hera. She shot him a smile as they turned back to where Bode was sitting.

Or rather, where he had been sitting. His seat was empty, and there was no sign of the man. “He must have slipped out during the fight,” Kanan muttered, grimacing. “Not exactly what you planned?”

“Not exactly,” Hera agreed, her voice resigned. “We’ll go to plan B, then.”

“Which is?” Kanan asked as she grabbed their cloaks, settling hers over her shoulder.

Tossing him his cloak, Hera said, “Overwhelm with queenly majesty, of course.”

“I do like that plan,” Kanan said. “And we have a decent start here. But we’ll need to find him first.”

“After this, there’s only one place he would be,” Hera said composedly. “Which means we’re going to Nova Garon.”

[aigoos]

Mace Windu and the Disaster Couple | Oneshot Humor and Fluff Obikin | Rating: T | Words: 1350

Summary: Mace Windu has had enough. The two biggest idiots in the galaxy and their shatterpoints have given him far too many headaches, so he decides to take some actions and decides to fuck the Code and bring balance to the Force in his own special way.

Based off the stick figure comic I made. I'm so not an artist, but the muse hit HARD. Many thanks to @to-proudly-go and @tideswept for alphaing this story with me and giving me some excellent ideas! Extra thanks to Tideswept for betaing this as well!

Mace Windu grimaced as he felt the onset of yet another headache -- his fifth one of the day.

It started with only seeing shatterpoints around Anakin. When the boy was knighted, the shatterpoints expanded to Obi-Wan. His mild headaches were now so severe that he felt like someone was pounding his head with a hammer that had kriffing rainbow-coloured lights on its handle. It was all those idiots' fault that Mace had a scowl on his face all the time now. Qui-Gon was bad enough when they were younger, for his friend also had a lot of shatterpoints, but Obi-Wan and Anakin were utter hell in comparison.

For the past year, the shatterpoints around them had grown brilliant. The fault lines in the Force used to only twinkle softly at him as they let him know gently of their importance like the stars in the night skies. Now? It was a kriffing supernova at every single point in the fault line as if the lights were now on a mission to blind him permanently and give him non-stop headaches.

It was bad when they brought him nausea; it was worse when he couldn't sleep or meditate.

This was why, as Kit Fisto kindly pointed out to him, he now carried a scowl everywhere he went and caused everyone to scurry away from him.

One day, he decided to focus on those bright shatterpoints. Through his headaches and nausea, he concentrated on what he could sense from them. Yes, the future was always in motion, but with them being so kriffing dazzling, surely he could glean something from them.

The only thing he managed to figure out was that the Force wanted Obi-Wan and Anakin to be together -- not as friends, not as the Team, but together. In that way. The way that went against everything in the Code. The way that brought naughty, unwanted images that made him want to bleach his eyes and brain. The image of Anakin on his back moaning prettily, as Obi-Wan slammed into him at a pace that surely put Anakin's speeder driving to shame was one he needed to erase immediately.

Sith's hell, Mace also needed a stiff drink or ten.

Not too long after, when both Obi-Wan and Anakin had returned to the Temple, Mace quietly observed them from a distance. His discerning eyes didn't miss the adoring gazes Anakin cast Obi-Wan's way, especially when the older man praised him. In conjunction, he caught the fond look in Obi-Wan's eyes while Anakin would coach Ahsoka in sparring techniques. Most especially, he didn't miss their longing, hungry expressions they'd give each other when the other wasn't looking.

It was . . . sweet, he supposed. But still nauseating.

These two idiots are not subtle. At all. If we offered dramatic arts here at the Temple, they would both fail, full stop.

The looks were bad enough. But then came their bickerings that reminded Mace of married couples who'd been together for years. Sometimes they bickered about their upcoming assignments. Other times, they bantered about the stupidest things in the whole galaxy. Case in point, he overheard them arguing about whether a cheese could taste green or whichever colour it came in.

For the love of all things in the Force, how the kark could anyone taste colour? And green cheese sounded quite inedible.

He wanted nothing more than to hit both of them with that hammer and its rainbow-coloured handle.

A few days later, as he was walking down the hallways, he heard their familiar voices. Unsurprisingly, they were bickering yet again about another topic -- something about blue milk tasting different from purple milk.

However, he stopped listening as he felt severe pounding on the right side of his head. He swallowed back bile as his stomach churned intensely. The shatterpoints attacked him for the tenth time that day, even more worse now that the two idiots were nearby. Gritting his teeth and scrunching his forehead, he brought his hands to his head and let out a loud angry breath as he felt something snap inside of him.

He stalked around the bend and saw that the storage room at the end of the hallway was open. Without warning, he used the Force to push and shove the two men into the room, completely ignoring their surprised squawks (Obi-Wan) and indignant shouts (Anakin). He didn't miss the smirk from Anakin, nor the "what the Force" look from Obi-Wan. At this point, he simply didn't care. Once they were inside, with a wave of his hand, he slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Enough is enough! You two motherfuckers will stay in there until you two idiots kiss! I'm sick of your bullshit!"

Kriffing hell. I just projected my distant relative, Essel Jaksun.

Instead of feeling shame at losing his temper and using Essel Jaksun's favourite profanity, Mace felt instant relief as he felt the shatterpoints beginning to dim from their immense brightness. A sense of tranquillity he'd not felt in ages came over him, and he took several deep breaths as he reached into the Force for some more of that peace he'd been missing.

When he looked at the closed door, Obi-Wan and Anakin's love glittered through the Force. As if he'd developed x-ray vision, he knew that the two were finally kissing. The Force felt just right as it blessed the two. Before he could relax, though, that love he sensed turned heated, radiating so much pleasure that he felt like his own self would burn from their intense feelings.

Mace decided to strategically retreat.

He did not need be here. After all, it was the perfect time to invoke the "see no evil, hear no evil, and smell speak no evil".

*****

Six months later . . . 

Obi-Wan and Anakin were getting married, which Mace wasn't surprised about. What shocked him and nearly made him fall into one of the many fountains in the Room of a Thousand Fountains was when they asked him to be his best man, with Ahsoka as their maid of honour.

So shocked, that Mace once again projected Essel Jaksun. " . . . Are you motherfuckers for real?"

"Mace!" Obi-Wan chided.

"Aw, come on, Master -- I kind of like it when he goes into that mode. That profanity actually suits him," Anakin said with a smirk.

Mace took a deep breath before he could wipe that smirk off the very annoying motherfucking Chosen One. "Apologies."

There was a long silence before Obi-Wan said, "Do you accept?"

"Wouldn't someone like Vos or Plo be a better option?"

Anakin shrugged and announced in that aggravating sassy way of his, "They could be, but you're the one who brought us together. Don't tell me you forgot that storage room incident?"

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan exclaimed as he blushed hard.

"Come on, Master," Anakin retorted with a sulky expression. "It's the truth."

Before the two could get on with their infamous banter, Mace quickly interjected, "I'd be honoured."

"Excellent, my dear friend," Obi-Wan said with a pleased smile.

Mace didn't miss the soppy look from Anakin, and he quickly made another strategic retreat, but not without missing the joyful twinkling he saw in the shatterpoints.

This was why, when the Council started to complain about Obi-Wan and Anakin and their breaking of the Code, Mace unintentionally projected Essel Jaksun one more time.

"Man, fuck the motherfucking Code this one fucking time."

Everyone stared at him, and Mace just sat there and studied his fingernails, completely uncaring of anything at this point.

"Ignore, we shall," Yoda announced.

And that was the end of that. The wedding was beautiful, and if he shed a tear or two during the speeches, nobody dared say anything for fear of Mace channelling Essel Jaksun. Distant relative aside, Mace had unknowingly saved the galaxy, and it was all thanks to the shatterpoints that had made him suffer for years.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52188289

[inafieldofstarflowers]

I think it’s funny that both the members of the Disaster Lineage and the members of the Shatterpoint Lineage are obligated to die (or at least disappear) for A Cause (TM), but they do it in opposite fashions that absolutely align with their titles.

Like, the Shatterpoint Lineage goes out in a blaze of heartbreaking self-sacrifice: Mace dies trying to rid the galaxy of Palpatine and Depa to give her Padawan time to escape, and then Kanan sacrifices himself to give his family time to fly away, and Ezra makes a whole plan which ends with him being lost in space along with the enemy. But the Disaster Lineage goes out in whatever way is most dramatic: Qui-Gon (the only person to ever actually die from being stabbed with a lightsaber in the stomach) dies just in time to make Obi-Wan train Anakin, Dooku’s death sets the end of Palpatine’s plan in motion, Obi-Wan literally raises his lightsaber to let Vader kill him, Yoda sticks around for YEARS and then dies right before the Empire falls, Anakin turns on Palpatine at the last second, and Ahsoka, dies not once or twice, but THREE times (on Mortis, on Malachor, and on Seatos) and just walks away from it every time.

I mean, just compare the last words of the Shatterpoint Lineage:

Mace: “He’s too dangerous to be left alive!”

Depa: “You must run! Run, Caleb!”

Kanan: “Must be the truth serum talking” (because when he saves them, he literally just does it without saying anything !)

Ezra: “there were several paths in front of me. While this wasn’t the one I wanted to take, it’s what I had to do” (okay, technically not his last line but close enough)

…to the last words of the Disaster Lineage:

Qui-Gon: “He is the chosen one. He will bring balance. Train him.”

Dooku: “You have hate. You have anger. But you don’t use them.”

Obi-Wan: “If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can imagine.”

Yoda: “There is another Skywalker.”

Anakin: “You were right about me. Tell your sister you were right.”

Ahsoka: *is possessed and then told her usefulness has come to an end* “I won’t leave you. Not this time” *falls off a cliff*

(Bonus: Xanatos “I am your biggest failure. Live with that. And live with this.” du Crion)

[princesssarcastia]

here, have the start of the next story in that one series I wrote two years ago, about what would have happened, if ahsoka tano thought to ask maul who his sith master is.

in which time has passed, old wounds are healed if still tender, and there is a new generation to shepherd and nurture.

—

Ahsoka meets Cilghal for the first time when Obi-Wan volunteers her to lead a group of younglings to Ilum with Master Windu.  Normally, the Temple respects her status as a Ranger too much to snatch her up for missions during those periods she’s on Coruscant to rest, but somehow, this time was different.

She has to jog through the hangar to catch the Crucible in time, which she also doesn’t appreciate.  Force, she didn’t even manage a real shower, just a quick run through the sonic in her quarters, which means her montrals are a touch out of sync with the rest of her; it’s not quite a headache, but it makes her…cranky. 

That’s something she can admit to herself, if not Master Windu, who eyes her when she sheds momentum by nearly sliding up the ramp into the ship, projecting faint irritation in the Force.

Catching his gaze calmly, she pulls her emotions back behind her shields and gives a faint bow.  “Master Windu, it’s nice to see you again.”

“And you, Knight Tano,” he returns, and they walk deeper inside together, the younglings already scattered to set up their bunks in the berth.

It’s been a while since they’ve spoken at any length; most of their interactions are consigned to polite acknowledgement as they pass one another in the halls of the Temple.  Ahsoka honestly wouldn’t put it past Obi-Wan to be forcing them to finally get over themselves, after all these years.  They don’t dislike each other, it’s not that.  But there’s a hum-thrumming of sensitivity itching under her skin whenever they spend too much time together, force-memory of a shatterpoint shared and echoes of tortured laughter cut brutally short.  That’s something she’s spent the last eight years trying to put down.

Though on rare occasions, that edge of a reminder at the back of her head makes for a spectacular spar between them in the salles, and their last bout drew what felt like half the Temple before it was over.  Her musing actually pulls that particular clash out of both of them and into the surrounding Force, and they both soften at once.

Just in time for a little Rodian youngling to dash into the room across from them, chanting, “Knight Tano!  Knight Tano!  Padawan Katooni said when you took her to Ilum you were kidnapped by pirates is that true?  Are we going to be kidnapped by pirates?”

She gets a blinding flash all her own of Ganodi pouting in disbelief at the idea of learning from a droid, but before she can even smile, a chorus of half a dozen other younglings gasp, “Pirates?” and practically stampede into the room in the wake of their fellow.

Mace audibly sighs, and Ahsoka’s not-quite-a-headache has definitely solidified.

But she spends the next hour or so recanting the frankly ridiculous series of events that followed her last trip to Ilum, including being attacked by pirates, being kidnapped by pirates, the worst circus acts she’s ever seen in her life, teaming up with those same pirates, and a brief and terrifying battle with General Grievous. 

Fucking Hondo.

By the end of it, she has all their attention wrapped around her like a cloak, wide eyes following her hands and, in some instances, seeing what she saw through the Force.  A few of them definitely have a talent for clairvoyance, if not outright precognition, which will make this trip interesting, to say the least.  Ilum is strong in the unifying Force.  She does her best to tuck the sheer desperation of that final duel away as she tells it because it’s just another fun story, for them.  Jedi, fighting the forces of evil!  The ups and downs of battle are exhilarating, not horrifying, because they still know in their hearts a Jedi can do anything they set their mind to.

—

Creating a lightsaber is a sacred process, one that unites every Jedi.  These younglings will remember one another for the rest of their lives, remember the feeling of each other in the Force every time they held the physical manifestation of their lives in their hands.

All the crechémates Ahsoka built her first lightsaber with are dead.

—

aaaaand that's as far as I got, back in 2021. Cilghal is a real star wars character, a healer-knight from the days of the new jedi order. i figured bariss and ahsoka probably ended up sharing a padawan, given the ending scene of Had we but World enough, and Time.

[hotpotrandomfics]

RWBY OC: Jin Arcturus

Name: Jin Arcturus

Age: 17 (Pre-Fall of Beacon)

Race: Faunus (Sun Bear)

Height: 5'11"

Physique: Welterweight, defined upper body and back

Eyes: Silver

Hair: Umber Brown, medium length low fade

Trait (Faunus): Bear Claws, slightly longer and stronger nails

Complexion: Warm, caramel brown with slight freckles all over the body, minor scars on the abdomen, upper back, left and right shoulders

Personality: Protective, sensitive, intuitive, and individualistic

Likes: Fruit-based pastries, coffee, tea, capable training partners, and modern fantasy novels

Dislikes: White Fang, manipulators, motivation-lacking individuals, irresponsible individuals, and arrogance

Hobbies: Martial arts training and sparring, evening walks, going to jazz clubs, bonding with his team and friends

Allusion: Perseus

Symbol: Bear head with a pair of Butterfly swords on either side and a crescent moon

Weapon(s):

Tempest Eclipse, is a pair of modified gauntlets with Dust access points at the wrist that is capable of dealing with electric and wind dust predominately. The pair of gauntlets appear similar to a set of fingerless gloves but are durable and are increased in other areas after entering Atlas Academy and visiting the weapons forge for assistance in improving the design.

Tempest Howler, a custom VP9 Tactical that was received during a firearm search in the early days of Atlas Academy, was modified with Atlas technology to fire solid dust rounds.

Combat knife

Fighting Style & Skills:

Wing Chun Kung Fu

Atlas CQC (Kali/Eskrima, kickboxing, muay buran, jiu-jitsu, and wrestling)

Combative Shooting

Infiltration

Demolition

First Aid

Semblance & Abilities:

Shatterpoint: can see the structural weakness in inanimate objects, structures, living creatures, and creatures of Grimm. This allows for the surgical ability to disassemble an opponent throughout the battle.

Silver Eyes

Biography:

Left in the care of his aunt named Freya, and his uncle named Fa Jin, Jin Arcturus lived with his guardians in the city of Argus where he'd grown up. Fa Jin was a medically retired huntsman from Menagerie, who had to walk often with a cane but was no less a threat than the most seasoned of huntsmen and Jin idolized him. Freya was a more authoritative guardian compared to her husband, Freya had grown up in Mantle but moved away to be able to marry Fa Jin and run the local tavern named "Ours Endormmi."

Jin is a kind soul whose sympathetic nature has landed him in multiple altercations with a few unsavory elites' children, predominately faunus racist even though their influence in Argus was nothing. Sadly, one of those children happened to be the child of the principal of the huntsman prep school, Sanctum Academy, and as result, the boy was banned from attending the school or any local huntsman school in Mistral.

Melancholy, but not disheartened due to the inspiration from Jin's uncle, the boy would be trained by his retired guardian who'd hand down his huntsman weapon, Tempest Eclipse, though worn and torn they were an excellent set of gauntlets. Jin would later have the opportunity to prove himself during an attempted terrorist attack by the White Fang where he'd meet the Atlesian Specialist, Winter Schnee, and aide her small team in the attempt to save his home city. Though his skills did show a need to be nurtured, he had the drive to push and would be offered to go to Atlas Academy on the Specialist's recommendation.

One major factor that would also place him in the Atlas Specialist program was the fact Jin possessed Silver eyes like his father, something that General James Ironwood took interest in and decided additional preparation was needed for such an individual given the limited and falling numbers of silvered-eyed persons. It was rare to be a sun bear faunus, but to be one with silver eyes? Jin is one of a kind... hopefully, that will be enough to keep alive with what's to come...

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

seriously though as a long time haver of excruciating headaches (I literally had one that lasted for five years where the only change was the location and type of pain), I used to get quite a few people who thought I didn’t like them because when you’re in agonising pain inside your skull you tend to be tense and squinting, your head tends to be scrunching pain, you try to keep your head from moving too much so your shoulders and back are stiff,; you’re not relaxed, and your eyes aren’t soft when you look at people.

if you think about how many shatterpoints were going on with Anakin at any one time, Anakin would basically be a walking migraine for Mace. If Mace sensed Anakin coming, say, Anakin was coming around the corner in the hall, Mace would be bracing for the onslaught of agony. his spine would stiffen, he might even close his eyes; he’s not ever going to be showing signs of being happy to see him.

With my experience with that kind of pain, I can see why even as a kid, even with Mace (who is canonically a compassionate man) trying to be soft and gentle, trying not to communicate too much of the effects Anakin has on him—because he would know it’s not Anakin’s fault—Anakin would be seeing the full body wince every time he was close to Mace, and think damn he must hate me, because he definitely doesn’t want to be around me and his body language is very negative every single time.

So anyway that’s my theory of these interactions.

and I mean to make it worse I can’t imagine that Obi-Wan, who was present for so many significant swerves and changes in events wouldn’t also have a huge amount of shatterpoints. so perhaps he made things a little worse by admitting that that’s just how Mace is, that’s it’s not personal. and Anakin being Anakin is like ‘yes it is. he hates us’.