#is the new republic just dead? why did they not send an army if they apparently know where all the imperial bases are?

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finally watched force awakens (because the orchestra was playing the score live) and. I am now more confused.it feels like i got up for a snack break and missed half the movie but apparently i did not

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Since I'm rapidly running out of time to catch up we're doing EVEN MORE TBB TODAY, so off to The Clone Conspiracy

GOD CORUSCANT LOOKS. AMAZING ACTUALLY. SEEING 79S AGAIN ALL GLOSSED UP, GODDAMN. Love when the future is Neon.

Slip and Cade ;A; I'm already preemptively sad knowing what's going to happen to them. Cade talking about destroying Kamino, their home... I'm of course thinking back to the trooper that reported that Kamino had fallen to Rampart, voice hesitant as he reports the destruction of his own birth place. Slip says later he was on board when it happened. I wonder if that was him.

God though, sending a message to Rampart to give him "the chance to tell the Senate the truth before I did it myself." Cade, Cade, Cade, that is an insanely stupid move WHY did you do that and not just tell the senate directly? I know it's the urge to follow orders and chain of command but oh god of course Rampart has him killed.

Listen the first time I watched this I was SO scared for a hot second that it was Crosshair taking those shots, the last time we saw him he had killed Tawni Ames and the rapid shooting Cade and then shooting the blaster out of Slip's hand got me CONCERNED. Only when he started missing constantly did I go 'okay yeah this can't be him'

Still they really do let you think that, with how little we see Crosshair this season, it wasn't out of line to think he was there with new armor.

Can't believe "Cataclysmic Storm" is what they went with. Yeah it was such a big storm on the planet known for storms that it destroyed every single city on the planet simultaneously, very tragic.

"Shifting to a military of citizens swearing loyalty fundamentally goes against the principles of this body." I'm sorry I can't get over the fact that like, I get why the troopers don't want to retire (this is all they've ever known, they don't know how else to function, they have no other support) and the bill is objectively meant to push them out of service to essentially be abandoned but this is still an insane argument. We can't shift away from our slave army to a military of volunteers it goes against the Principles of This Body. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Riyo coming in with the actual 'hey what if we take the secret third option of treating them like people?'

I hate Rampart being so blandly pleasant, playing like he's soooo reasonable and understanding when we know he doesn't give a SHIT about the clones.

"If anyone were to dig further into what truly happened to Kamino" which I am happily discussing in a public hallway.

The scene in the bar HURTS because like, Riyo is trying but she's still locked into not treating the clones like people who should have options. She's trying to soften the being forced out plan, but they're still being forced out and thrown into a situation they were never trained for (because they were never supposed to be people) and they're pushing back against it because it takes away their choices in their own futures. There's just no option on the table that lets clones make their own individual choice whether to stay in the military or retire, and they always expected to be dead before they were too old to fight.

I want every clone to be given all the love and support in the world, all of them no exceptions.

Still the little nod at the end when they agree to work with her, my heart <3 Riyo really is trying her best she's just limited by both the Empire and the plot restrictions of how much they're allowed to criticize the Republics use of the clones in the first place and not just the Imperial treatment of them.

Riyo has been given the worlds worst and most alarming info dump and everything is happening at once, congrats your assassination risk just went up like 500%

God Slip calling Rex to try and get him out ;_; god this poor boy

Oh no not full pensions for millions of clones, god forbid we take care of the millions of clones that we literally purchased as cannon fodder.

"If I had been present, maybe more could have been saved" yeah bro your presence totally would have stopped the storm in this story you're building that makes total sense.

Bail pointing out the blatant insanity of blaming it on, of all things, a STORM.

I'm sorry I get stuck on that how was that the lie they went with how is Rampart SO stupid?

Godddd the tension of this scene with Riyo and Slip is so good, the building musical tension, the way it peaks a few times and nothing happens to keep you extremely on your toes and then Slip gets taken out just. DAMN they're good at this.

The way Riyo's guard gets shot and he KEEPS GOING.

I just realized that last time we saw Rex he disappeared into the fog, and when he comes back in he appears out of the fog. Turns out that whole time he was just in the fog.

HATE THE SCENE WITH THE BELIEVER CLONE. EVERY PART OF IT IS CONCERNING AS HELL. Including the part where he electrocutes himself to death and we get to see flashes of his fucking SKULL.

[nevertheless-moving]

Suicidal Misunderstanding XIII

Part I - - - - - - Part II - - - - - - - - - - - -  Part XI - - - - - - Part XII

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Cody waited impatiently in the entrance room to the hall of healing, ignoring the surprising number of Jedi who drifted by aimlessly. 

As far as he could tell they were coming in just to stare at him, make meaningless small chat with the tight lipped receptionist, glance around, approach as if almost to talk with him, then drift out again without having accomplished anything.

Embarrassingly, it took him several minutes to realize why they were behaving so oddly. In his defense, a) he didn’t have much of a baseline for Jedi behavior in temple. 

And b) when numerous vod had approached him today to try and find out ‘why the General had missed last night’s conference,’ and ‘why Cody had been unreachable for large chunks of time, that was seriously unlike him,’ and ‘why had Cody gone to the Jedi Temple and stayed there for hours upon hours yesterday morning,’ and ‘why haven’t you taken your bucket off today,’ and ‘why has no one gotten a comm reply from General Kenobi since Ghost Company went drinking,’ and ‘why isn’t Skywalker answering comms,’ and ‘why do the Jedi seem so riled up today,’ and ‘why are you and Rex so tense,’ and, ‘are you going to the temple now,’ and ‘what the kriff happened to my desk,’ well.

They just asked directly.

He had grown so inured to unfamiliar Jedi silently willing him to answer their own jedi-variations on ‘What the fuck is going on with Obi-Wan’ that he almost didn’t notice when Windu came to stand next to him. 

“Here as a visitor?” He asked the Master stiffly. He was almost feeling wound-up enough to fight for his place in line. 

“No, I’m waiting to speak with Skywalker,” he replied, temporarily placating the Commander.

An unfamiliar Jedi Cadet with a short braid on the side of their head walked in, attempting to look casual and failing miserably. The small furred padawan stared nervously at Cody and Mace, and actually managed to open their mouth. Windu raised a brow. They immediately snapped their jaw shut, bowed, and scurried out. 

Cody watched through the window as they joined a group of even tinier Jedi. After a brief conversation with lots of waving limbs from all parties, the group turned in unison to make eye contact with Cody’s visor. Cody inclined his head slightly. They all ran off, practically tripping over their robes.

“Wasn’t sure if the eyebrow would work,” Mace muttered. “It’s been 50/50 today.”

“I’ve just been hiding whenever I can,” Cody confessed.

Mace winced. “My apologies for the delay in putting out a statement. We’re still trying to work out - an adequate substitute. At least for the upcoming campaign.”

Cody nodded, “I assumed as much."

“I assure you, we’ve taken your thoughts into consideration. You’ll receive a notice of the Council’s final decision before we send out a mass bulletin.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Fortunately, finally, Anakin stomped into the atrium, followed closely behind by the Nautolan soul healer. 

“Ah, Knight Skywalker, do you have a moment? I’d like to have a word with you.” 

Anakin startled at Mace’s words, but recovered quickly when he noticed the slow moving crowd just outside the door. “Of course, Master Windu,” he said with a bow.

“Commander Cody, would you care to follow me?” Aerdo said with a smile.

Cody and Anakin exchanged grim nods as they passed one another, following the Masters in opposite directions.

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“The situation in the expansion region is deteriorating rapidly. We had already intended to send the 212th to moderate the situation after Umbara’s latest declaration. But increasing separatist activity in the sector means that we cannot afford to delay or under-commit. The hyperlanes are being taken, and with them, republic control over crucial supply lines is now threatened. We must deploy the third system army, the day after tomorrow at the very latest. They’re our best equipped force for the situation, not to mention the only uncommitted division large enough to make a meaningful impact. There is no viable alternative.”

Anakin nodded at Mace uncertainly. He had been keeping up with troop movements before everything, and, trying to keep himself sane, had even checked the news in between cutting off the Chancellor and visiting Obi-Wan only to find him unresponsive again. But...why exactly was the Master of the Order telling him this?

“You’re not seriously thinking of sending Obi-Wan? I mean even if he miraculously wakes up tomorrow...”

Master Windu sighed. “No, of course not. Which is why I’ve asked you here.”

“You...can’t be asking me to lead them?” Anakin asked, feeling lightheaded.

“I admit, the council did consider it. You are the one of our most successful Generals. Not to mention the one most familiar with Obi-Wan’s troops. Between the fact that the 501st is also needed on Umbara and every other Jedi’s unwillingness to step in to the position, your name came up multiple times.” Mace pinched the bridge of his nose while Anakin stared uncertainly.

“No, I have not brought you here for a promotion. I want to speak with you about your opinions on candidates for the 212th...as well as to ask if you believe yourself capable of leading the 501st without...losing yourself. I’ve finished reviewing your civilian casualties and consider your observed losses- tolerable, at least.”

Windu looked exhausted at having to say that out-loud and Anakin fidgeted, biting his tongue.

“As long as you are under the supervision of another Master, and if you swear to me on Obi-Wan’s life that you will report yourself if you find yourself slipping- I leave the command of the 501st up to you.”

Anakin felt queasy. How could he help Obi-Wan if he was half a galaxy away, on what sounded like a long, protracted campaign. If he refused to go, that would leave both the 501st and the the 212th without their generals. Or...was this how he could help? Carry one of his burdens for him? He was more than ready to lead! Probably! He had been leading! Part of him longed to charge into battle immediately- wash off his helplessness with blood. Anakin didn’t know how to fix Obi-Wan mind, but he was good at fighting, good at war.

And that thought brought back the ever-lingering cold. How could he trust himself? His...violence... it might have driven Obi-Wan to suicide. He still didn’t know! And if he left he wouldn’t know for months! He promised Obi-Wan not to kill again- how the kark was he supposed to do that while being a General?! Did ordering people to kill count, or was that worse?

“I need to think about the 501st ,” Anakin whispered.

Master Windu nodded. “I appreciate that. You have until dawn tomorrow to decide- in the mean time, let’s discuss the 212th.”

“Who’s the top choice?”

“Master Pong Krell. He’s actually our only choice that wouldn’t require reorganizing other assignments significantly.”

“He’s...a good duelist.” Anakin said, trying to think about what he knew of the Besalisk, “What division does he command?”

Windu grimaced. “That’s actually why he’s the best choice... Of the troops he’s had direct command over since the start of the war, over 85% are dead. He’s never lost a battle but...”

Anakin closed his eyes, “Right.”

Plenty of excellent fighters among the Jedi made terrible generals. He’d have to look over the Besalisk’s military record- it could just be terrible luck. Plo Koon had lost an entire division to the Malevolence, but he still was one of the best.

“When you say he’s the only choice...”

“Most Masters I’ve breached the subject with were extremely reluctant at the thought- I don’t want to force anyone into a position beyond what they’re willing to handle.”

“I guess that makes sense...but it seems...off?” Anakin trying to articulate his uneasiness.

“Our method of ‘promotion’ has a tendency to elevate those who should perhaps not be taking on more responsibilities.” Mace acknowledged grimly.

“Because... good Jedi aren’t really ok with war. And you’re only promoting Generals who are fine with the whole thing?” he said thinking of himself. “Or can’t say no?” he added bitterly, thinking of Obi-Wan.

“It’s not an ideal situation” Mace agreed, lines around his eyes growing.

Anakin scrubbed a hand to his face. He had been doing more thinking about the ‘concept’ of war and violence in the last two days than he had the last two years of actual fighting. There hadn’t been much point before, war was happening regardless of his feelings. Not to mention the fact that there wasn’t time to quibble over these sorts of things in the field. As much as he was desperate not to disappoint Obi-Wan again, he didn’t really enjoying being forced to consider this stuff now. It made him...itchy.

“Have you considered just putting Cody in charge of everything?” Anakin finally asked.

“Of course, but the Senate would never approve...”

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“...With those few exceptions, the only major thing left to restock is perishables. But that’s more your department than mine, sir.” 

Cody finished his report. 

Obi-Wan continued to lay still, looking frail in the large medi-bed. The restraints made the image that much worse.

“Fuck.” 

Cody swore and, for the first time since crawling out of bed that morning, yanked off his helmet.

“General. General Kenobi. Obi-Wan can you hear me.” he said hoarsely, leaning over the bed.

The General didn’t move.

“Obi-Wan if you can hear me- try and shift around a little bit. Blink. Do anything. It’s me- Commander Cody. I- please, sir. Just do anything, they said you- you did this on purpose so please confirm you’re in there. I’m- shipping off soon and, I- I just need to know that you’re going to be ok. Please. Anything.”

Cody hovered absolutely motionless, watching for any sign of response. But Obi-Wan continued as he had been, lifeless but for his slow and steady breaths. 

Cody collapsed to his knees, vision spotty. Gasping for air, he rested his head on the side of the bed, desperately trying to pull himself together. 

After several long moments he pulled of a glove, tentatively reaching for Obi-Wan’s hand. It felt cold.

“General, if this is some sort of- dark force attack twitch your hand, ok? Please. We’re trying to understand- we’re here for you, just clench your hand if you’re under attack and someone will come to help.”

Cody paced his breaths to Obi-Wan’s, pulse slowing down to match the wrist in his grasp.

“Obi-Wan, why are you doing this? I don’t understand.” Cody rasped. 

“You- you told me I was one of your best friends. You- I don’t know why you think so highly of me but please you have to know I think the universe of you. We all do, but I really do. You don’t have to fight anymore if you don’t want to, we’ll protect you, you know that. You have to know that. But I can’t- I can’t imagine the rest of the war without knowing you’re alright somewhere.”

Cody pressed Obi-Wan’s hand to his forehead, choking back a sob.

“You said you had a ‘last mission.‘ I don’t know what that means. You’ve talked about after the war- I don’t get why your life has to end with a mission. I'm not sure if I understood anything you said, but I’m right here and I would never hurt you. I don’t know what you saw but I would die first, ok? I want you to know that I would gladly die before hurting you so- so you don’t have to worry about whatever vision you had. Just wake up and tell me what I have to do and I’ll do it.”

Cody sat on the floor, clinging to Obi-Wan’s hand and continuing to breathe. 

Eventually, the door clicked open behind him. 

“Commander Cody? I’m terribly sorry but it’s been an hour...” Healer Aerdo’s voice came trickling in.

“I understand- is there time for me to say goodbye?” Cody rasped, not looking back. 

“Of course.” 

The door clicked shut and Cody stood jerkily.

“Goodbye, General Kenobi. Obi-Wan. I’ll take care of the men for you while you’re- resting. Please, I know I say this a lot but take care of yourself, ok?”

Cody pressed Obi-Wan’s hand to his forehead one last time before reverently resting it on the bed. Pulling his helmet on roughly, he turned sharply and marched out the door. 

Obi-Wan remained determinedly still.

Next: XIV

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radiant dawn complaining under cut ^_^

radiant dawn is like. okay the entire first game is about a princess who had remained unknown to the public eye to avoid a war of succession with honestly dubias claim to the throne is suddently forced into a position where her parents are dead and her country is invaded and occupied by a far stronger foreign power and so she must gather her army and rally her people and gather help from her suzerain state to kill the invading armys kind and free and rebuild her country got it. and ike goes along this journey the entire time as her personal guard and later the general of the army who is fighting to win back her kingdom and throughout his journy across the contenent he is constantly shown this idea of "hey, what if elincia isnt the heir? what if there are other systems of government other than a monarchy? you realize the harm that those in governmental and especially royal positions of power do to those below them, right?" and ike sees all this he sees the laguz kingdoms being led by a ruler who - usually through trial of combat - is determined the best fit to rule the kingdom. he sees the various nobels and senators of begnion still keeping slaves and participating in underground slave trades. he listens to maurim as he talks to ike about what elincia being princess means and how royals have a habit of abusing those under them. even if the senate is completely corrupt ike does see how the government of begnion works as something other than an absolute monarchy. but the game goes on and we as an audiance and ike as a character know that elicia and her family are good people and good rulers so whatever the evil king of daein is killed and begnion takes over and occupies his kingdom and sends their senators and military to control the government and its people.

and then radiant dawn starts and its 3 years later and daein is in shambles the military are murdering people in the streets people are forced into labor camps etc its aweful and everyone is struggling. then suddently the until now unknown son of the dead king comes out and gathers an army and unites his kingdom and forces out the occupiers and all is good pelleas is crowned king. except this time hes not actually the heir and is just being used by the people around him who want more power etc whatever radiant dawn happens they kill a goddess or something game ends its revealed that pelleas isnt royal blood and now what? pellas steps down as king begnion had to dissolve its senate because they were completely corrupt and now the sister of the empress of begnion rules daein all is apparently good. and like why did we seemingly have two games leading towards this "people in power abuse that power, royals can be made corrutp and evil, there are other systems of government" and then step back at the end of the game and decide nevermind lol. make daein some sort of republic have micaiah as speaker of the house or some shit who cares. give hatari a reason to exist by having it be a republic of sorts on its own that micaiah/pelleas/whoever use as a model for daeins new governing system i rly hate hataris existance there is literally no reason for it to be a part of the game as much as i like nailah and volug. whatever bad video game i like when almedha is on screen ^_^

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THE JEDI AS NATURAL, INSTINCTIVE TEACHERS IS A FUNDAMENTAL TO WHO THEY ARE AT THE CORE.  For @jedijune​‘s theme for Saturday, June 13th: Teaching/Learning

Taking a Closer Look at the Jedi Order in Star Wars Canon [Meta/Reference Guide]: Chapter 3: Teaching Is A Central Theme To The Jedi

Teaching is a central theme to the Jedi:     Obi-Wan:  “You’d make a good teacher.”     Anakin: “No thanks.”     Obi-Wan: “Anakin, teaching is a privilege. And it’s part of a Jedi’s responsibility to help train the next generation.” [Star Wars: The Clone Wars movie]

“Master Yoda said we never stop learning.  Perhaps the Master is meant to be as much a student as the Padawan.  I may not be the teacher that Qui-Gon was.  But I am the one that Anakin has.”  (–Obi-Wan Kenobi, Age of the Republic: Obi-Wan Kenobi #1)

Henry Gilroy and Dave Filoni on establishing Yoda as a teacher early on:      Gilroy:  "There were elements that we really wanted to explore, and that was things that were classic to Yoda, as a teacher.  We thought this was a great opportunity to show how the Jedi interact with the clones.  Specifically Yoda in a teaching role, of the clones, who were socially new, who were created to fight, and he really broadened their horizons, and helped them realize there was a great big universe out there that was bigger than just fighting and killing.“      Filoni:  "You see Yoda teaching the clones, much like he taught Luke, ‘cause that was kind of natural for them, a natural instinct to take these clones like their students. And it really allowed Yoda to have a scene that was reminiscent of a scene we both liked growing up, when he was teaching Luke.”       (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, “Ambush” commentary)

George Lucas on education (who believes it is the most fundamental issue):      “Plato didn’t teach [in the sense of drilling answers into them] people anything. All he did was ask questions.  The process was asking questions–'Why is the sky blue?’  It was purely a reverse of us feeding you all the information and [instead] teaching the kids how to learn.”       I find this is often the answer for why Yoda or the other Jedi don’t just lecture on the answers re: Force theology, because the narrative believe/creator’s belief is that it’s more important to teach how to ask a question than to drill in an answer.  A direct example is Yoda’s teachings to Ahsoka in “Teach You, I Will” getting her to think for herself and how George Lucas talks in an Empire Strikes Back documentary about Yoda’s bizarre speech patterns being about getting the audience to really stop and think about what the weird little frog man is saying.

JEDI PHILOSOPHY + TEACHINGS:

The Jedi did not see themselves as infallible or that failure was something any of them could avoid, even for their most esteemed Council members:     Depa Billaba:  "We cannot deny, Masters, that I failed you.  Failed you on a massive scale.“     Obi-Wan Kenobi:  "A lack of failure has never been a prerequisite to service, else none of us would be here.  Welcome back to the Council, Master Billaba.”  [Kanan: The Last Padawan]

The Jedi do not see themselves as a source of the light side of the Force, but rather the other way around.  In Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith, Jocasta faces off against Vader and says:     “You are [Palpatine’s] tool.  Little better than a droid, set to stamp out the light side of the Force.  But this is impossible.  The Force is eternal.  It cannot be ended, it cannot be stopped, not so long as life exists.“ showing that, even if all the Jedi were dead, they knew that the light would still find its way in the galaxy, because the Force is eternal, the Force is in all life, the light is in all life, so long as that life exists.

“The Jedi can guide.  We can teach.  We can help people to help themselves.  But we are not an army.  If a people are truly determined to write themselves out of existence, there is little we can do.” [Obi-Wan & Anakin]

Questions are shown as natural and a good thing:     “A child, Anakin remains.  His path before coming to us, difficult.  His questions, natural.”  [–Yoda, Obi-Wan & Anakin]     "I have no issues with Anakin.  He is asking questions, as he should be at his age.“ [–Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan & Anakin]

It’s not just younglings that should be asking questions, but everyone:     "Answers, did you find?”     "I did.  And as often is with the Force, more questions.“     "Mmmm.  Good, questions are.  Ask them we must.  Certainty in our understanding, to arrogance it leads.  To the dark side.” [–Yoda, Qui-Gon, Age of the Republic - Qui-Gon Jinn #1]

Questions and determining your own path tend to be a big theme with the Jedi, that everyone must determine what they want for themselves, what they understand the Force has laid out their path to be and whether they want that, like with the above, and when it’s woven into the very decision that Ezra has to make, that Kanan can’t just tell him what to do on this:     “Which way is the right way?     “The wrong question, that is.”     “I’m sorry. I don’t understand. To be honest, I don’t even know what I’m doing here.”     “A better question, that is.”     “Kanan said I was gonna be tested, but he never said what for or why.”     “And your Master tell you everything, must he?”     “Well– No.”     “Your path you must decide.”  [–Ezra and Yoda, Star Wars Rebels, “Path of the Jedi”]

Obi-Wan taught Anakin that things should not be trampled just for acting according to their nature, instead (when they can) use the Force to move them along:       "These beasts are nearly mindless, Anakin.  I can feel it.  They are merely following their nature, they should not die simply because they crossed our path.  Use the Force to send them on their way.”  [Obi-Wan & Anakin]

Henry Gilroy says a similar thing with:     "Obi-Wan truly is a Jedi in that he’s like, ‘Okay, I’m not going to murder these creatures [in the Ryloth arc of The Clone Wars].  They’re starving to death.  They’ve basically been unleashed against these people as a weapon, but it’s not their fault. They’re just doing what they do.  They’re just animals who wanna eat.’  [Aggressive Negotiations Interview]

Ezra says he saw his parents and Kanan tells him what the Jedi teach:      "I saw them, Kanan. My parents. I-- I can't explain how."      "The Jedi teach that life doesn't cease at death, merely changes form in the Force. Your parents are alive inside you, Ezra. They will be. Always."  [Star Wars Rebels, "Legacy"]

JEDI AND THEIR STUDENTS:

A great emphasis is placed on teachers and students working together:  “Yoda cocked his head. ‘Adapt he must as well. Cooperation is learned not through individual effort. Only together can you progress.’” [Master and Apprentice] Yoda also says the bond between a Master and a Padawan is sacred.  [Dooku: Jedi Lost]

Jedi are never really done being students/being tested, even when they become teachers and Masters themselves, that students teach Masters just as Masters teach students, and their tests reflect this:   "But surely I should have been informed if you were testing my Padawan?“     "Who says the lesson was for him?” Bant said, smiling at her old friend.     Obi-Wan’s jaw dropped.  "You were testing me?“     "For both of you, the test was,” Yoda told him.     Mace nodded.  "A reminder that while Padawans must listen to their masters…“   "Teachers must also listen to their pupils,” Bant concluded.  [Choose Your Destiny:  Obi-Wan & Anakin]

“This is why we study.  Why we learn.  Skill is the child of patience.“  [Obi-Wan & Anakin]

"Your mission was never about [bringing back] the book.  It was about everything you did to find it.  All the challenges you had to face along the way.  And you overcame them all.”  "It was a test.“  "It was a journey, the next step in your training, and you succeeded in every way that mattered.” (–Luminara Unduli, Barriss Offee, Star Wars Adventures #20)

EARLY JEDI TEACHINGS/JEDI PHILOSOPHY 101:

As an overview of what Jedi teach as the early and foundational lessons, across multiple media, we see that meditation and self-reflection are just as important as bonding with their sacred crystal and practicing with their lightsaber, which then also connects with how so much of the early teachings Kanan gives Ezra when they're just starting are just as much/more focused on connection and understanding of self.  (As detailed below this!)  [Age of the Republic: Obi-Wan Kenobi + Kanan: The Last Padawan + Obi-Wan & Anakin]

One of the very first training sessions we see Kanan giving to Ezra–and thus informing our understanding of the foundations of Jedi teachings–is to have Ezra doing a handstand and tells him to, “Focus.  Focus on letting go.”  Eventually, trying to toss objects at him to get him into letting the Force move through him, hear its whispers instead of shouting at it.  Before Kanan brings out his lightsaber to practice with, he wants Ezra to first mentally focus.  [Star Wars Rebels, “Rise of the Old Masters”]

Another one of the earliest lessons Kanan teaches Ezra, putting it as one of the foundations of Jedi teachings is how they're connected to other beings:     “Step outside of yourself. Make a connection with another being.” as he teaches Ezra to connect with a loth-cat.       “I just don’t see the point of this.”     “The point is that you’re not alone. You’re connected to every living thing in the universe.”  [Star Wars Rebels, “Empire Day”]

When Kanan first starts training Ezra, he repeats Yoda’s saying of, “Do or do not.  There is no try.”  When Ezra questions it, Kanan says that he really doesn’t understand it, either.  By the end of the episode, after Kanan realizes Luminara can’t train Ezra, that he has to commit to Ezra instead of half-assing this, he says:     "I– Ezra. I’m not gonna try to teach you anymore. If all I do is try, that means I don’t truly believe I can succeed. So from now on, I will teach you.“  [Star Wars Rebels, “Rise of the Old Masters”]

Another early lesson is that Ezra must be honest with himself to advance as a Jedi:     “Ezra, you’ll never advance as a Jedi if you can’t be honest with yourself, at least.”     “What’s that supposed to mean?”     “It means Tseebo matters to you. You do care what happens to him.” [Star Wars Rebels, “Gathering Forces”]

Which is then reaffirmed later in that same episode:     ���I got news for you, kid. Everyone’s afraid, but admitting it as you just did makes you braver than most, and it’s a step forward.” [–Kanan Jarrus, Star Wars Rebels, “Gathering Forces”]

Ezra has trouble moving forward in the first season because discipline and focus are fundamental to being a Jedi:     “But you said I was a Jedi. Why else would you be training me?”     “I never said you were a Jedi. I said you had the potential to become one. But you lack discipline, focus.” [Star Wars Rebels, “Path of the Jedi”]

JEDI CULTURE:

Jedi younglings (at least the diurnal ones) wake at dawn to meditate on the three pillars–the Force, Knowledge, and Self-Discipline.  Then they go to the refectory for lunch, where Dooku always likes to sit next to Sifo-Dyas. [Dooku: Jedi Lost]

The Jedi have a strong aesthetic that echoes the deepest parts of the Force–all circles and lines.  Time and the Force and the Jedi are all connected circles and arcing lines.

“You must not grow too attached, too fond, too in love with life as it is now.  The emotions are valuable and should not be suppressed… but you must learn to rule them, Padawan, lest they rule you.“  (Kanan: The Last Padawan)

“This man is perverting our sacred teachings to prey upon a vulnerable people.  I can think of little my tongue could say better than my saber in this instance.”      “Dissolve your hostility, Padawan.  Channel your frustrations into an appropriate emotion.  Violence, as always, is a last resort.”      “Of course.  Apologies, Master.”      “A fire burns inside of you, Padawn.  That, in itself, is not inherently wrong.  It is my job to help you temper it.” [Jedi of the Republic - Mace Windu]

JEDI AND FACING THE DARK SIDE:

“The fact that everything must change and that things come and go through [Anakin’s] life and that he can’t hold onto things, which is a basic Jedi philosophy that he isn’t willing to accept emotionally.”  (George Lucas, Attack of the Clones commentary)

The Jedi test from the Rebels episode “Path of the Jedi” novelization on facing their fears/the dark side within them:      "This test was not designed solely for the apprentice.  It was also a test for the master, for facing one’s fears was a lifelong struggle.” (Ezra’s Duel with Danger)

The test is specifically designed by the Jedi–as is the same test on Ilum for the Jedi younglings that they all had to face–to face their fears, because it didn’t just happen one time, it was something they faced all their lives, younglings and Knights and Masters, all of them.  This is why Ezra has to face it in Rebels, why Luke has to face it on Dagobah, why Rey has to face it on Ahch-To, the Jedi have always had to face the darkness within themselves and work beyond it.

Kanan also says it plainly as they enter the Temple:        “In here, you’ll have to face your worst fears and overcome them.” It’s pretty obvious that’s what happening when the Temple shows him a vision of the Grand Inquisitor killing Kanan and Ezra has to pick himself back up, admit what he’s feeling so he can face the fears again, and understand that he has to let them go and then it cannot hurt him here, the Grand Inquisitor’s blade passes right through him.  It’s then Yoda’s voice calls to him and we see that Ezra letting go of those fears allow him to move forward:      “Big fears have you faced, young one.”      “Yes.”      “Hmm. For what lies ahead, ready are you?”      “I am.”      “Come. See more clearly what you could not see before.” [Star Wars Rebels, “Path of the Jedi”]

When Cal is struggling with facing his fears and needs to create a new lightsaber, Cere gives him a pep talk and they head off to Ilum, where she tells him:  “You will be tested.  I don’t mean just here [on Ilum].  Every Jedi faces the dark side.  And it’s very easy to fail.  We will always struggle.  But that is the test.  It’s the choice to keep fighting that makes us who we are."  [–Cere Junda, Jedi: Fallen Order]

THE THEME OF GEORGE LUCAS’ MOVIES:

George Lucas says, “All of my movies are about one thing.  Which is the fact that the only prison you’re in is the prison of your mind.  And if you decide to open the door and get out, you can.  There’s nothing stopping you.“ –George Lucas (American Voices, 2015)

Which is reflected in the teachings of the Jedi, which further shows they’re in line with the narrative intentions of Star Wars:   Petro:  “You-you said we would be trapped.”   Yoda:  “Not by the cave you were but by your mind. Lessons, you have learned. Find courage, you did. Hope, patience Trust, confidence, and selflessness.” (The Clone Wars, “The Gathering”)

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21 History Ancedotes for my 21st Birthday

So today I celebrate my 21st birthday and I have decided to gift you all with 21 of my favourite historical Ancedotes. Some are funny, some are sad and some are plain bizarre but I hope the make your day 💜

Mary Maloney, an Irish-born suffragette in England followed Winston Churchill around while he was campaigning for a seat in Parliament, drowning out everything he said with a very large bell and calls for him to apologise for his comments on women's rights and suffrage movements.

Clodius Pulcher was a well born Roman noble during the last day's of the Republic. He gave up his Patrician status to become Tribune of the Plebs (an office in which one had to be a Pleb) by being adopted by a much younger Plebian man who became his "father". Clodius was a bit of a riot, sneaking into religious festivals dressed like a woman to sleep with Caesar's wife, building a shrine to Liberty in the ruins of the Conservative Cicero, vetoed the last speech of one of the Consuls (who basically did nothing all year and was apparently going to roast Caesar) and burned down the Senate House with his funeral pyre (the Plebs who loved him literally tearing up the furniture to build his pyre). He was honestly the best fun.

When laying on her deathbed, Queen Caroline of Ansbach turned to her husband George II of England and told him he should marry again. George refused to ever wed again... But added he would have mistresses. Caroline said , likely with a roll of her eyes, "oh my god that doesn't matter."

Florence was a pretty cool city in the Renaissance until Savanorola came to town. He disliked the loose living artists that crowded the city, with their naked pagan gods and rampant homosexuality. He expelled them all with help of the French hoping to make Florence Holy Again. When the Borgia Pope excommunicated him and sentenced him to death, one man in the crowd was reported to have said. "thank God, niw we can return to sodomy." One Floretine man in the 1490s said Gay Rights.

So this list couldn't be complete without an entry of the only American politician I love, Alexander Hamilton who was just a walking entity of sass. I could go on about his sharp sarcasm or his disaster bi vibes with John Lauren's but my all time favourite Alexander Hamilton ancedote has to be this exchange with Thomas Jefferson "There are approximately 1010300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly explain how much I want to hit you with a chair."

Caterina Sforza was an Italian noble woman during the Renaissance. She was apart of the powerful Sforza family, which drew many enemies to her. One fateful day at Forli, Caterina's children were snatched as hostages. The besiegers threatened to kill her children if she did not cede the castle. Caterina refused, lifting her skirts and shouted to the besiegers that she had the means to make more children.

Hannibal Lecter's creator Thomas Harris was happy to end his great character's story with the original trilogy. However his publishers forced him to write an unneeded prequel explaining why Hannibal became Hannibal. Thomas Harris agreed lest he lose the rights to his character so he wrote Hannibal Rising, where Hannibal as a young man hunts down the Nazis who ate his sister with a katana.

Nell Gwyn is my favourite mistress of Charles II, mainly because of her sass. Once while trapped in the middle of a riot where Londoners swamped her carriage thinking she was Charles's Catholic mistress. She popped her head out the carriage and told the people "Pray good people be civil. I am the Protestant whore." She also dosed her rival Moll Davis with laxatives in order to free up some of Charles's time and she once flashed her underwear at the French ambassador after asking him why the Franch King did not pay her to spy on Charles because she was with him every night. A true Queen.

Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty of China once rose from his bed to go do some ruling when he realised his lover, Dong Xian was sleeping on his sleeve. Rather than disturb his lover, the Emperor cut his sleeve off at the wrist to leave Dong Xian nap. Nothing has ever been more romantic than that. Y'all could never.

Princess Margaret the sister of current Queen Elizabeth II was a socialable Princess and often tasked to visit the up and coming music stars of the day on behalf of the Crown. When meeting the Beatles one evening, she noticed George Harrison was acting a little odd. When she asked what was the matter, he replied "We arent allowed eat until you go." Princess Margaret laughed and promptly left so the Beatles could get some dinner.

During the Siege of Jadotsville, Irish soldiers under the flag of the UN were attacked and besieged by local insurgents allied with the Katanga Regime. The insurgents numbered thousands while the Irish only had 158 soldiers, all who were lightly armed. They radioed to their allies assuring them that "we will hold out until our last bullet is spent. Could use some whiskey though".

Napoleon was famous for writing raunchy letters to his wife, the Empress Josephine while he was away. She used to reply with really mundane letters or not at all. She really just could not be bothered with him.

Josip Broz Tito was so fed up with Joseph Stalin sending assassins to kill him, he wrote to Stalin personally to say "If you don't stop sending assassins to kill me. I will send one to Moscow and I won't have to send another." It didn't work but Big Dick Energy.

Successful Roman soldiers returning from war often got to march along in parades known as Triumphs. During this, it was customary for them to sing bawdy songs about their commander. One surviving one about Caesar goes like this "Romans, lock up your wives. Here comes the bald adulterous whore. We pissed away your gold in Gaul and come to borrow more."

Matilda, Lady of the English was a woman so badass that history cannot handle her. She was the daughter of Henry I who left his throne to her after the death of her brother. She was away in France when her father died and her throne was snatched by her cousin Stephen. They battled back and forth for years with neither side ceding any ground. Matilda was once besieged in a castle during a snow storm, with Stephen's men all around her. Instead of fighting her way out. She simply donned a white cloak and walked out of the castle. Just walked out without any of Stephen's men seeing her.

Pedro of Portugal once fell in love with a beautiful lady in waiting called Inez de Castro. For years, they lived as man and mistress, popping out a few kinds. Pedro's dad really did not like Inez and wanted Pedro to find a legitimate wife so he had her killed. Pedro returned home to find the mother of his children dead. Pedro went a little crazy. He had all his father's assassins killed, ripping out their hearts as they had done to him. When Pedro ascended the throne, he demanded the Pope legitimize his children by Inez. The Pope not wanting to upset the King, said he couldn't because Inez was never crowned Queen. Pedro dug Inez up and crowned her as Queen, having all the nobility swear loyalty to her corpse. The Pope had no choice but to agree to his request.

A famously clever general once saved an entire city with an ingenious stragety to sit outside the city waiting for the attacking army to come. The attack had come to fast for the city to ready themselves for a Siege so, the general had to move quickly. He evacuated the city and took his place waiting for the army to come. The enemy forces stopped and took one look at him and bolted, thinking he meant to lure them in one of his famous traps.

Michaelangelo was really badly treated by the Vatican when he was painting the Sistine Chapel. He constantly fought with the Popes over the design and his work, which he was paid peanuts for. Michaelangelo got his revenge in his work, painting the gates of Hell behind the Papal Throne and an angel flipping the ol' fig (the Renaissance version of the bird) toward the Pope's chair.

Peter the Great was not a perfect guy. He kept serfdom as a practise in his kingdom, he had his son tortured to death and he could be an unpleasant guy. But Peter was a dreamer. He wanted nothing more to build a fleet for Russia and bring Russia beyond its borders. Peter took a gap year from ruling Russia to wander around Europe. When he stopped in England, he was granted Leicester House to chill in while he did his shipwright studies. It was here that Peter found a new passion. The wheelbarrow. Cue Peter and his new found English buddies drinking in Leicester House, punching the artwork and rolling each other around in barrels across the house's Great gardens.

Diogenes is hands down a walking shit post. He was a great thinker in Greece during the reign of Alexander but a rather dry, sarcastic wit. He lived in a pithos/a jar because he shunned all vanities and values of society. He trolled other philosophers, attending their debates to heckle them and eat loud foods through them. When Alexander the Great came to fan boy over him, saying that if he were not Alexander he would like to be Diogenes to which Diogenes just said "yeah me too, now get out of my sunlight."

Cosimo de Medici was the son of a Floretine banker with a great knowledge and love of art. Cosimo wished for Florence to release its potentially and join the Renaissance. He hired Filippo Brunelleschi to finsh the Great Dome of Santa Maria del Fiore which had láin unfinished for over a century, a symbol of a failure of ambition. The builders had lost the knowledge of creating a dome so large so it remained unfinished. Despite much opposition from the other nobility and denouncers of the Renaissance, Cosimo's dream of the completion of the dome was completed, making it the largest brick dome in creation at that time. There is nothing like achieving your dreams and certainly nothing like leaving a lasting reminder that screams 'I was right and you were wrong' to stand for centuries.

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Chapter 1

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@chokemeanakin​ request, my very first fanfic hope you like it <3

There it was this familiar feeling of fear, anger, and frustration creeping into my mind consuming my very soul ​and leave my body frozen.

I failed.

I needed a moment to realize what just happened, a moment I missed to dodge the shot that split my lightsaber in half.

Not that It was of great use to me, now that I was lying on a destroyed federation tank, probably deadly injured and without any support that could turn things for the better.

The stars dancing over me confirmed my worries and slowly a jabbing pain kept me from breathing in more of the burnt air that wavered over the battlefield.

That was it.

That was the end.

The end of a traitor, of someone who left her troops in the middle of a crucial fight only to hunt down a phantom, a specter. There were clear orders to be followed, there was a code that showed a Jedi how to lead, how to live, and most importantly how to survive.

Especially the last part seemed more reasonable to me, as I was dying on that piece of metal junk.

My vision began to blur and the sounds of the battle surrounding me became numbed.

I desperately tried to reach my communicator and I believe more color left my face when I felt the warm blood on my finger.

Tears formed in my eyes as I started to realize what I had done, in what position I had brought not only my troops but the whole galaxy, the republic ... and General Skywalker.

I winced at the thought of Ani, we were friends since we first met as younglings at the temple.

The mission we were sent to was most likely one of the most significant, it held the potential to capture General Grievous and end that monster once and for all. After a defeat of General Grievous and his droids, the Jedi council and chancellor Palpatine were informed by republic supporters that Grievous fled to the Outer Rim.

Palpatine made it clear that two of the most powerful Jedi should execute this mission to ensure certain success. The council was as confused as I was when the chancellor recommended me for this mission, of course, I was a Jedi knight but I was neither a master nor the chosen one, on the contrary, I had never felt strongly connected to the force or was especially skilled with the lightsaber. If it wasn't for the severity of the situation and the lack of available Jedi, the council would have never even considered sending me on this mission.

I closed my eyes and gasped at the pain that slowly numbed my body and my consciousness.

In the Carlac system, we finally tracked a sign, in hindsight obviously way too easy and after we landed on Carlac it didn´t take long and an army had surrounded us. Any communication was blocked and Anakin and I were separated right at the beginning of the battle.

The snow-covered planet made it difficult to keep an overview, heavy blizzards made it nearly impossible to see more than two feet in front of you.

Tiny sobs escaped me when I thought of him being out there alone facing this gigantic army of battle droids. In the Jedi order was no personal attachment allowed and that was the hardest price to pay in order of being a Jedi. He had to be dead by now, yet I didn´t feel any change in the force.

The tears burned in my eyes, realizing that everyone could be dead by now and my weak connection to the force could easily hide it from me.

My thoughts became disorientated and the aching pain had now reached every limb and bone in my body.

My eyelids became heavier and it started to snow again, flakes nearly as big as my hand, they really looked beautiful combined with the fading sunlight.

Something felt so familiar with that picture and for a moment it soothed my pain sending me into something between sleep and unconsciousness.

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The nightmare that haunted me was the same as I dreamt it almost every night for as long as I could remember.

Usually, I was wandering through a cave until I would spot daylight and hope to escape this hell only to stop before a dead end every single time. A horrifying scream fills the cave, echoes, and becomes louder and louder until I´d crouch on the ground. Desperation and fear would paralyze me until the cave would begin to crumble and collapse burying me.

This time was no different and with a loud gasp I opened my eyes, adjusting to the harsh mechanical lights that were directed on me.

I couldn´t make anything out in the glaring light, apart from the metallic room that surrounded me, and the fact that I was levitating in the middle of this room, held in some sort of slowly spinning electrical captivation.

It was a wonder that I survived the shooting before but there was no way I would live long enough to...my train of thought was interrupted by the opening of the door.

Battle droids of course and behind them a horrendous creature, half a robot and half Kaleesh.

"General Grievous", I stated, trying to sound as unaffected as possible.

His pestering laugh filled the room as he eyed me carefully.

"I´m a Jedi", my voice sounded horrible, an embarrassing mixture between voice cracks and whispering. Why was I even talking to him, I silently cursed myself.

"Jedi scum for sure, but what´s your name little Jedi?"

"Emerald", I answered slowly starting to feel the pain coming back.

"Is this even a name?", the droid next to Grievous chattered, "Never is that a name.", he continued clearly sure of himself, "We found her on the top of a tank, and her lightsaber was broken. I have it right here. Look at it yourself." he proudly held my lightsaber in front of Grievous face.  

"What am I supposed to do with it you stupid droid?", the Kaleesh snarled. "You´re soon will look like that saber, Jedi scum. Droids, guard her." with that he stamped out, leaving me with that awful sound of "Rodger, Rodger" echoing through the room.

The thought of Anakin and the clones haunted me, there was no way I would give them up so easily.

This was my chance, a new sparkle of hope gave me life, the moment a somewhat brilliant idea came to my mind.

With my most suffering expression, which I didn't even need to fake that much I wailed "Oh, no. I´m gonna die, I can feel it. If I die now, Grievous can´t kill me. How are you gonna explain to him that you let me die when you were instructed to guard me." I sighed dramatically and slowly closed my eyes.

"Is she dead?", "Hey you, Emerald Jedi.", "I think she is dead", "We need to check, I was just promoted." the discussion continued until I roughly landed on the ground, hearing the two battle droids​ approaching to check on my health.

I quietly groaned at the aching pain that definitely originated from the left side of my body.

I felt the cold metal hand on my throat, clumsily checking if I was still alive. "I think she is...dead?!"

I calmed myself collecting everything that's left of my strength and grabbed the droid and ripped his head off. "Whaaat the", the other droid screamed in shock, still compensating why I was still breathing, which made it easier to grab his blaster and shoot it.

I gasped again, this time out of physical exertion, this little fight had brought me near unconsciousness again.

Struggling to set one foot before another I reached the door and opened it, trying to be as quiet as possible while sneaking out of the metallic hellhole.

There were only a few other droids, the base definitely didn´t seem heavily guarded, which was somehow strange.

"Grievous, you know that it is of utmost importance that the Jedi girl...", I froze and slowly approached the corner the voices were coming from. "Skywalker has to walk into our trap..." My heart made a little jump when I realized that Anakin probably wasn´t dead. "...Sidious ordered that she is only to be killed when Skywalker watches." I frowned and carefully retreated. The pain became more unbearable by the second and I still needed to find a way out of here.

Still, I couldn´t keep my mind from start rattling about what I just witnessed.

What in the force's name did they mean by setting a trap for Anakin. I wasn´t sure who the other one was, but I was definitely planning on figuring that out.

I needed to get to our ship and contact the fleet, call for help and inform the Jedi council about this.

I looked for something that would keep me alive and my luck had turned at least that's what I thought the moment I spotted a little something above me.

It seemed like there was some sort of container that had a medical sign-on. My shoulder made a terrible sound as I tried to reach for the switch to open it.

The pain that shot through my whole body caused me to abruptly slump down to the hard metal ground.

Before I could hit the ground hard, I was caught by a pair of strong arms that seemed familiar to me.

Could this be... "Ani?", I croaked and turned around, tears once again forming in my eyes as I saw his eyes full of concern and his hurt expression.

"You promised me you weren´t going to do anything reckless", he whispered and tried to sound taunting but his voice broke when he turned me a bit and saw my side.

I  tried to form a laugh that sounded more like Grievous coughing, due to the amount of blood that came with it.

"Don´t worry it´s gonna be fine. Help is on its way, we-we contacted the fleet.",

My hand clutched for his that tried desperately to soothe my pain somehow.

"Ani, please hold me", I whimpered holding on to him even stronger. I couldn't read the expression that crept on his face but it scared me.

"They are gonna pay for this, every single one of them." he hissed and my stomach turned.

"Just look at me, Ani, please. It´s not that bad.", I whispered caressing his cheek and tried to smile. His expression softens and he carefully picked me up. "You´re so cold, Ems." I huffed and grabbed his hand pressing it against me, placing a soft kiss on his palm. A sad smile graced his face while he covered me with his robe. "See, I´m here, don´t worry.", he placed in return a kiss on my head.

"Ani, I´m scared." I whispered and I don´t know what hurt more the stabbing pain in my side or how his eyes became watery.

I ran my hand softly over his chest and buried myself into his strong arms. I barely felt the pain nor the burning sensation that had caused his touch.

And once again I drifted into sleep, only this time I felt as safe and warm as I never had before.

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Storm of the Republic

Chapter 30

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Summary:  When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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Gazing at the shimmering blue moon, Fives sat on the balcony of the guest room all by himself, with tears dried up in his eyes. It was past midnight, and he had trouble sleeping on his warm bed. His surroundings were serene, with less crowd wondering in the city square and the lights cut off.

The stars above him were shining as bright as a gem, though the ARC Trooper was too focused on the plain balcony floor instead. He always enjoyed the stars in the dark sky, though it doesn’t feel the same right now. I could have died instead of him, Fives thoughts, leaning against the wall. I could have saved him back there. Why did I let him die?

As he buried his face between his knees, Fives heard the sliding door opened behind him, prompting him to lift his face and found Yara standing there, wrapped in her thick sweater and house slippers. “Oh, hey Yara.”

“I see you have a problem sleeping,” Yara spoke, as she approached him and sat beside him.

“What is sleep anyway, when someone just died today?” he let out a sniffle from his nose.

“I’m sorry, Fives,” she placed her arms around him. “I miss Tup too. I thought he was going to make it, but looks like it didn’t go as plan.”

“What do you mean, it didn’t go as planned? We had everything under control, but somehow, we had to lose him. God, why do the good ones always have to die too soon?”

“Fives, we did all we can to save him, but in the end, we have to surrender to the Angel of Death. We can never escape our fate, no matter how much we tried. Sure, we could have brought Tup earlier and somehow, he’s still dead.”

“I know we can’t escape death, Yara!” Fives snapped, pounding his fist on the balcony. “But for goodness’ sake, can’t you just be more sensitive?”

“Fives, I am being sensitive,” Yara shouted back, standing on her ground. “I’m just saying that there was nothing we could do to prevent Tup’s death, that’s all.”

“Tup was always so healthy. He was running around the fields and taking down every battle droid in sight. And then something struck him, and now he’s not here with us anymore. Tup is gone, and we never even got to say goodbye to him. I never got to tell him how much I loved him and how sorry I was for all the hurtful things I did to him. You don’t know what it was like, Yara. You’ve never experienced that, so it was easier for you to say that.”

“Easy, my ass,” she retorted. “I’m just as sad as you are for Tup, but that you have to tell me how I never experienced that kind of pain was the most fucked up thing for you ever said to me.”

“Oh, really?” he mocked, crossing his arms. “Then tell me how sad you are right now, cause you seem pretty fine, if you ask me.”

“You son of a bitch! Didn’t you see me bursting into tears when Dr. Urakchaevy broke the news to us? Oh wait, you didn’t notice that cause you were too shocked to even do anything about it.”

“So now I can’t get shocked when someone told me a close friend of mine died? Is that what I’m hearing, Yara?”

She bobbed her head, fighting her tears from her eyes. “You told me how I wasn’t sad enough for Tup’s death, so now I’m saying that to make you feel empathy, which is something you’re never good at, anyway.”

“What does empathy have to do with this?” Fives asked, his voice laced with redness. “Tell me, Yara. How cold I am to you right now?”

“You’re worse than Commander Fox,” sobbed Yara. “At least he understood what Riyo was feeling. But you assume that everyone else grief as the same way as you, which is a jerk move, actually.”

“Since when?”

She slapped her own forehead and let out a groan. “Just now, you told me I’m being too insensitive to you and said that I don’t know how it was like losing someone I loved very much. How brain dead are you, Fives?”

“I don’t give a shit whether you call me brain dead, really, I don’t. But for heaven’s sake, can’t you just use your head for once? You may be well with the emotional aspects of things, but with actually getting things done, you always jump to conclusions. That’s what you are.”

“How do I always jump into conclusion, cause the last I checked, I was correct when the Empire wants Tup for a reason? Am I right or am I wrong?”

Fives rubbed his temples as he turned around before continuing the argument between them. “That’s the only time you were right. Most of the time, you were always screwing up things for everyone else. I mean, remember when we were training back on Kamino and you woke up later than usual? All of us had to be subjugated to gruelling punishments because of you.”

“Dude, that happened a long time ago. Besides, you weren’t a saint yourself when we were still in Domino Squad. You were always fighting with Echo every single day and I could barely sleep because of that. So who’s fault is that, Fives?”

“Well, Echo and I got along with each other, so I don’t see the point of you bringing that up right now,” his voice trembled. “Besides, I’m not the reason the rest of the Domino Squad perished at Rishi station. It was your fault that Hevy, Droidbait, and Cutup died back then.”

Yara clenched her fist tighter, holding her breath in her chest. “Hevy sacrificed himself on Rishi moon. We tried persuading him to come along, but somehow, he wanted to do his duty as a soldier, and he died because of that. Droidbait and Cutup, on the hand, weren’t so lucky, and sure, we can grief on how we could save him, but there was nothing we can do. But Echo, well, you could have saved him but you let him die in the Citadel.”

Fives’ eyes widened as he took a few steps backwards, gripping on the balcony. “I’m sorry, but what did you say?”

“You let Echo die on Lola Sayu, and you did nothing to stop that from happening,” she uttered a cruel sentence towards him. “Echo was a kind soul, but you let him die in the hands of the Separatists. Honestly, if he was still here, he would be really disappointed in you, Fives. He would look at you and wonder why are you still alive. That’s what he would do right now.”

He blinked as he gazed at Yara’s narrowed eyes, before bobbing his head and sigh. Without saying a word to his sister, he headed back inside the guest room, leaving the ARC Trooper all alone on the balcony, shivering in coldness. Maker, what have I done?

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Burning Secrets Obi Wan Kenobi x Padawan Reader Pt 1

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x Padawan reader

Summary: reader gets injured on a mission and tries to hide it from her master.

Warnings: mild swearing, mention of injury, violence

A.n Hello my lovelies! I absolutely adore Obi Wan and couldn't help but write something about him after rewatching clone wars! Enjoy😊 part 2

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You knew the danger that came with every republic mission. Not everyone always survived. And often times you made it out with more than a scratch. But that came along with the job.

Being a padawan meant that you were always put in dangerous situations. Along with your master Obi wan Kenobi. Most of the time things went relatively well. Your master would often bail you out of trouble when things got too sticky.

However this particular mission went a little different..

You were on the planet Saigon, defending against a large group of pirates who attempted to take the planet for themselves. Normally pirates were no match for the jedi forces however they had something they didnt before...the separatist army backing them as well as a new leader, Zoc tane.

Obi wan and you had split up, you took a decent sized squadron and managed to bomb their main camps while Obi Wan worked on freeing the enslaved citizens.

"Y/n, status report" the collected voice of your master broke through the chaos around you. You sliced your lightsaber through one of the battle droids as you brought your wrist up to your mouth.

"We bombed the camps, just finishing off these-" another droid ran up but you ducked under and swiped from behind, "-droids.."

"Very good, finish up quickly and meet me back at the slave camps, we could use the extra help"

"Alright be there as soon as I can" you shouted orders to the men and began fighting off the remaining droids.

"Alright men let's hurry to help the others!" You all jumped atop your speeders and made for the slave camps.

"Sir over there!" Pinks shouted suddenly, you followed the direction of the clones finger until you spotted the familiar face from the briefing this morning.

"Tane.."you growled. quickly you shouted for 2 of the men to follow you and the rest to go aid master kenobi.

"Sir are you sure thats a go-"

"If we let him leave this planet we may never get a chance like this again!" The cadet nodded and hurriedly followed orders.

You were quickly gaining on Tane, he shot some blasts with an arm bent back but you all dodged easily.

After a while of high speed chasing your comlink beeped.

"Y/n! Your men just told me you went after Tane! Don't be foolish, he is much stronger than you, get back here immedi-" with a click you shut off the com and focused on the battle. You could tell him it got messed up in the battle. You were not letting a chance like this slip away. And you were definitely planning to prove yourself by taking Tane down yourself. Just then the criminal threw a little ball backwards.

"BOMB!" you managed to veer right and dodge however pinks wasn't as lucky.

"Speedy, get him to a medical droid!" You shouted at the other clone, not slowing down your pursuit. Before speedy could even try to stop you, you were gone.

Tane eventually landed in front of a small space ship.

You hurriedly jumped off and force threw a giant rock in front of him, successfully blocking his space craft door.

He smirked and turned around. His tentacles moving eerily around him. He was built like master fisto, strong and swift.

"Well done little one, but what will you do now? Surely you aren't thinking of fighting me alone are you?"

You bit your lip, you had planned on at least having the boys with you but that quickly flew out the window. The logical part of you said that you shouldve turned back but the young fighter in you pushed you forward. Eager to prove yourself. You confidently lifted your chin and ignited your saber, "That's exactly what I plan to do"

He smiled even wider, "Well then trust me when I say it wont be much of a fight.." he drew his own weapons, double swords that glowed black. Ugh great, off brand sabers. How many kinds of weapons did he have anyway?!

"We'll see about that!" You sneered and charged forward.

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"Why must I always get stuck with the most stubborn padawans!" Kenobi shook his head. You were skilled yes, more than anakin had been at that age but you still had much to learn. And Tane was not an enemy to be taken lightly. He sighed with frustration and worry.

"Alright men, let's deal with this as quickly as possible!" He prayed that you would hold your own until he got there. Perhaps you had listened and were already on the way back? Yeah right..maybe in another universe..

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The fight had proven to be more difficult than you previously imagined. You could practically hear obi wan tsking.

"I'm almost impressed padawan, your lasting much longer than any of my other opponents, but no matter, soon you'll be dead like the rest of them"

You tensed at his words, he was still relatively unharmed, you managed to place a searing scratch on his arm but that did little to weaken him. Ok new plan..if I can't beat him, I can at least keep him from escaping.

Quickly you force jumped over his head which at first confused him but he quickly realized what you were up to. He glared,

"Stupid little pest!" He jumped after you but you were quick to dodge and made sure to jab your saber wherever possible. When he got a little too close you managed to force push him off which gave you just enough time to jam your saber through the main engine.

You smirked knowing he wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

"Aghh" a burning sensation across your stomach brought your attention back to Tane.

You clutched your stomach and took a few steps back trying to regain your composure.

You tried force pushing him back but he was quicker and kicked you back sending another wave of pain through you.

Shit shit shit, you desperately tried to push yourself up as he walked menacingly towards you. His weapons crackling dangerously at his sides. You tried force calling your fallen saber but it was no use. You were too exausted.

"I must say I'm disappointed" he mocked walking closer.

You managed the best smirk you could through the pain.

"Disappointed? I did destroy your only exit off this planet did I not?"

His smile dropped into a low growl, "Yes.." he lifted the saber high above his head, "and you'll pay for it!"

You tried using the force but found yourself too weak. So this is how it ends...how embarrassing....

Shutting your eyes you resigned yourself to your fate.

Forgive me master

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No need for apologies just yet little one

Huh?

The smooth sound of your masters voice floated in your mind.

You snapped your eyes wide open. "Master!" You shouted in surprise.

"Sorry I'm late" he said in his usual playful tone.

"Aghhhh" Zane let out a grunt as Obi Wan pushed him backwards and began dueling. Zane was powerful you had to admit, however he was no match for your master and his years of experience and soon started to show signs of fatigue.

"You alright commander?" Rex came up and offered you a hand. Smiling you accepted and tried to hide the inevitable wince of pain.

You knew he would go straight to kenobi if you were injured in any way and you were determined to hide it as long as possible. It was highly likely that Obi wan would punish you for running into danger alone like that, an injury on top of that would make everything worse. He would probably bar you from missions for a long long long time. And the worst part was how disappointed he would be..

Shifting your robes closed you smiled reassuringly, "I'm fine, I'm assuming things went well on your end?"

He nodded, a look of pride crossing his face,"More than well I'd say, cleaned up those droids in record time" you laughed lightly then drew your attention to a now unconscious Tane.

Stepping close you watched as you master disabled his lightsaber, clipping it back on his belt. Sensing your presence he turned around and offered you a small smile. He scanned your form quickly, satisfied when he didn't notice anything out of place.

"Y/n, looks like I got here just in time" he crossed his arms smirking.

"Oh please, I had the situation completely under control"

He scoffed, "Under control? If that's what you call under control, I'd hate to see your definition of a bad situation"

"Oh hush" you rolled your eyes, " Everything worked out didn't it?"

He sighed shaking his head slightly,"Yes we may have won this time, but you were too reckless, what if I hadn't gotten here in time?" He said, his face a turning serious.

You avoid his gaze, you hated that scolding look he gave you.

"I know...I'm sorry.." you mumbled. With another shake he finally placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Well in any case, you did manage too thwart Tanes escape, for that I say well done" you immediately met his eyes with a beaming smile. He smirked as he couldn't help but feeling slightly proud of his student.

Finally some recognition!

"We can discuss your blantent disregard of my orders later.." he added seriously.

Ughhh whyyyyy

You hung your head down again as he led everyone back to the ship's.

The more you walked the more your injury throbbed. You almost cried in relief when the ships finally came into view. The first chance you got you snuck off into private quarters and assessed the damage.

A nasty dark and ugly wound decorated your stomach. It had blistered and was turning very unflattering shades. You gingerly applied some numbing cream. It was the only useful thing you found in the small med kit. All private quarters had a simple one, small bandages and low dose pain relievers, anything for something more serious was packed near the medical droid. For sure if you ventured there some clone would see you. Many were being treated themselves.

You sighed and debated on wrapping the wound. Wait are you supposed to wrap burns or let them breathe?? Crap you shouldve paid more attention during basic first aid.

You decided to let the wound breathe by changing into one of your training long sleeve crop tops. You swung on your cloak and made sure it covered everything.

Perfect, non restricting and Obi Wan will have no clue. Oh I better remember to be mindful of my thoughts, never know when he could be listening.

Satisfied you walked back out and headed towards the food units...

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The flight home wasn't as dreadful as you previously thought. Your master told you to get some rest which you gladly obeyed. Although it did little to soothe your aches. The cream worked in short bursts, soon you had used up all the supply. If only you could get some of the strong stuff from the med bay...you pondered for a moment but decided against it. Nope you wouldnt risk it. Obi wan had a talent for popping up out of nowhere. Especially so when you were up to something. Sighing you layed back down in the cot and closed your eyes.

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"Y/n"? Just how long do you plan to sleep?" Your eyes shot open at the sudden voice echoing around you. You squinted and sighed annoyingly when you realized it was just Obi wan.

"Ugh master, didn't you say I should go rest?" You flopped a pillow over your head and flipped sides.

Stupid move, your stomach burned at the sudden twist. You but your lip determined to conceal the pain.

"Rest yes? Hibernate no?" He chuckled softly and force shoved the pillow off of you. You glared up at him through your disheveled hair.

"In case you're unaware, we landed quite some time ago, you've been sleeping quite a long time, I actually came because I was worried you had passed out or something" he joked.

"!!" Even though he was teasing you felt a tinge of worry. You quickly sat up, and did your best to act like your stomach was not being roasted over an open fire at the moment. "I um must've been more tired than I realized" you lamely joked back. You could not believe you actually slept through most the entire trip.

He shook his head amused, "Well hurry up, the council is keen to hear how the mission went"

Oh good lord, anything but that. You felt fear rise in you. Standing for what may be hours in front of the council did not seem like the best treatment for you right now. What if you accidentally let your pain slip through the force and one of them senses it??

A million scenarios ran through your mind as the two of you walked towards the temple meeting room.

"Y/n?" Obi wan side eyed you slightly curious."Everything alright?" You didnt realize you had been so quiet.

You quickly plastered a smile on your face "Yup everythings fine, just dreading the long meeting ahead, I wonder if anyones actually died of boredom before" you joked lightly.

He rolled his eyes and soon the both of you were standing before all members of the jedi council. Heavens help me..

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You had been right, the meeting had been long and boring and a million times worse because of the throbbing burning sensation, however you had held strong and no one seemed to notice anything was wrong.

You let out a sigh of relief when you finally exited. Knowing now you had a decent chance of sneaking some higher grade medical treatments without being spotted.

Just as you were about to make your escape your master called out from behind you.

Heavens when was I going to catch a break?!

Forcing a smile you turned slightly, "yes master?"

"I have some new techniques I want to teach you later, get something to eat and rest for awhile, then meet me in our usual training rooms." You nodded and turned back around heading to your room.

Great now you had to learn new moves while simultaneously hiding your worsening wound. Could this day get any better...

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You let out a sigh as you stood before the training doors. You had treated the wound and taken some pain pills. You felt much better however it was still very painful to the touch. You would try to avoid any hits but you knew that it was going to be a challenge.

You pressed the button opneing the sealed doors. Your master sat in the middle meditating. He smiled when he noticed your presence, "Ah Y/n, right on time" he stood up and grabbed two training sabers, tossing one to you, "Shall we?" He smirked getting into a fighting stance.

"Ready when you are.." you mirrored his actions swallowing the large lump of nerves.

You were only a half and hour in and you felt as though you had just fought a whole droid army using a stick.

You were sweating profusely and your mind had trouble focusing in order to predict your masters movements. Obi wan stepped back at some point holding his hand up as a signal to stop.

He eyed you with a look you were too exausted to decipher, "Y/n? Is something wrong? I figured with the ship and earlier you had had enough rest, but perhaps I'm missing something?" His voice was now laced with concern and confusion.

Shaking your head you mustered up your most confident tone, "I'm perfectly alright master, just getting used to these new techniques is all" you assured him.

Now that he was already suspicious, you had to be extra cautious. Your master was no idiot. If you slipped up, he would notice.

He swiped at his beard in thought, after a moment he relaxed, "Alright I'll take your word for it, now then shall we continue?" He lunged forward suddenly and you quickly blocked him. He swung again and again and you managed to block those as well.

He moved quickly behind you and you spun using the technique he taught you to block, well you tried at least.... Instead of meeting his weapon with your you either misjudged the distance or he was too quick because soon you found yourself on your back in a world of pain.

"You've gotten rusty my padawan" Obi Wan teased playfully above you. It was your lack of retort that made him eye you closely.

Suddenly all playfulness was gone as he took in your pained face and suddenly felt your burning pain through the force.

He was beside you on the floor in an instant, "y/n!? Are you alright?!" You had your eyes scrunched tight, your only thoughts on how you felt as if a saber stabbed through you. You couldn't even register him speaking.

Obi wan panicked slightly, had he truly hit you that hard? At first he thought you were faking in order to get the upper hand but the force didn't lie, you were in immense pain.

When you couldn't even answer his panic grew more. Carfelully he moved your clutching hand away and gently pulled apart your robe opening the middle.

You felt a rush of cool air and it soothed your pain slightly. You were still so out of hit however you felt a new...feeling in the force...

Was that fear?

Obi wans eyes widened in shock and horror as he took in the large discolored wound that plagued you. What?! How?!When?!? He found himself completely at a loss for words.

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek, "Y/n! Wake up! Tell me what's happened?!" He slapped lightly but you were barely there.

Sucking in a nervous breath he wasted no time in scooping you up into his arms. He felt a deep pang of worry when you let out a noise of distress at the movement.

In all his years Obi wan had never made it anywhere as fast as he did with you in his arms to the med bay.

His brows furrowed with worry and helplessness the entire time...

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And that's part 1, stay tuned for part 2! Thanks for reading! Also please comment and tell me what you thought😚

[tessiete]

Armed With a Burning Patience Obi-Wan Kenobi may be back from the dead, but Satine isn’t sure she’s ready to forgive him.

The post-Hardeen reunion smut fic I had to get out.

She hears the truth from the mouth of some holostar.

Whom, in particular, she cannot say;  where  is unimportant, and even  when  blurs and shifts in her mind. She was in her rooms. No, she was in her court. She was sat upon her throne. She was among the masses. She was there, in the audience, when the interview occurred. 

 None of it is very important.

 The important thing is this: High General of the Grand Army of the Republic, and Jedi Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi...is not dead.

 She has been lied to.

  “Have you heard the news from Capital City?”

 The news of his death had been more kindly delivered than that of his survival, and  that , she feels, means something she hasn’t the wherewithal to parse. Not now. 

  Then , Ahsoka had commed her. Her slight shoulders hung heavily, the slope of them narrowed and hunched, streamlined, as though the eddies of anguish and upset might slip over her, like wings in a windstream.

 “I...I know you were close,” she said. “And I know Master Skywalker should to be the one to tell you this, but he’s...Master Kenobi has -”

  Now,  she hears it as the set up for a punchline.

  “Have you heard the news from Capital City? They say a Jedi has come back from the dead.”

  “Kriff! I wish I could say the same for my career!”

 There are so many Jedi, and so many deaths. But only one has come back. And it has to be hers.

 She waits for him to call. She keeps her commlink open to all signals, and on her person. She keeps it in her hand. But no such message comes through. 

 At night, she asks Maia if anything has been sent to her personal padd.

 “No, ma’am,” she says, her eyes so round and sad that Satine can see her own pitiful reflection in them, and she turns away in contempt.

 “No, of course,” she replies. “A silly question. I’m only very tired tonight.”

 And Maia peels away the layers of her gown until she is paper thin, and quite translucent as her satin nightdress. She sleeps. She wakes. She waits, and hates herself for it.

 Ahsoka calls, just once more. It’s short because she’s in the field, and her master needs her.

 “I just wanted to make sure you’d heard,” she says. “I should have called, but things - Master Skywalker...I don’t understand why he would lie to us.”

 She hangs her head, and Satine remembers how young she is. She thinks of Korkie, off at school, tucked safe and out of sight, and of the way he bowed his head and wept the day she told him he could not come home. 

 “It was his duty,” she tells the girl, smiling, her shoulders thrown back and her hands clasped so tight she can feel the bones grind together. “We all do what we must.”

 “Yes, Your Grace,” Ahsoka murmurs, but her voice is fraught with resignation, not acceptance, and resignation is something Satine cannot countenance.

 “You have a duty, as well,” she reminds the girl. “To your men. To your master. To your Order. Do not forget that. We  all  do what we must. This is the way. You are a  Jedi , Ahsoka Tano. You are a Jedi. Do not give up. ”

 “Yes, sir,” she says, and Satine sees some determination ratchet in the hinge of her jaw before she ends the call.

 That same determination buttresses the sagging arch of her own spine, lifting her bearing in proud defiance of gravity’s grief, and with this scaffolding in place, she is able to survive the day. And the next one, too. She thinks of him, but she is disciplined, and he is silent, and so she is able to put him somewhere out of sight. He is like a fleeting shadow in the corner of her eye, but she keeps herself facing forward. 

 Until, one day, sometime later - sometime, when she has become so practiced at denying him, his presence comes as a shock - she sees him standing outside her room, a pair of her Guard flanking him.

 She looks at Vi’Tolan, and though she doesn’t speak, her protector can hear her disquiet.

 “I granted his landing clearances,” she explains. “You said -”

 Satine shakes her head, exhaling to clear her muddied thoughts.

 “I did,” she confirms. “Thank you, Vi’Tolan. Please, if you would -”

 “Of course, my Lady,” she says, and with a curt nod of instruction, she, and the two guards leave her alone with Obi-Wan.

 The hall is empty, and their audience as private as anyone can expect, and he is standing there before her, alive, and well, and breathing, and she realises that she has nothing to say.

 Nothing at all.

 And by his silence, it seems that he has nothing either.

 She sighs, and presses a hand to her face to cover her eyes. Perhaps, a moment out of sight will grant her the peace necessary for wisdom to come. She can still feel the weight of his gaze. His expectation has a near physical presence, as though he has manifested desire and restraint into some looming beast that stands just over her shoulder. It hunts her, and haunts him. Yet no solution comes in the privacy of her thoughts, and so, she straightens her shoulders and crosses into her room, knowing that, of course, he will follow.

 Maia waits.

 “My Lady Duchess -” she says, her shock at Satine being accompanied by such a man sending her to her feet at attention, but Satine dismisses her as easily as she had Vi’Tolan. Her mind is made up. Her voice is firm. Everything that happens from here on out is her decision.

 “I should appreciate a quick attendance tonight, Maia,” she says, setting herself down at the wide vanity.

 Maia’s mouth closes, and she hies swiftly to her mistress’ side. Deft fingers unclasp, and unpin, collecting the stiff rods into the palm of her hand. She works until the headpiece slips sideways over the Duchess’ brow, then catches it as it falls away. This done, Satine is free to pull off her rings, and remove her earrings, dropping them all with neither haste, nor care upon her table. They are heavy, and she is glad to be rid of them, though she doesn’t feel much lighter for their absence. Maia brushes her hair forward over one shoulder to undo the ribbon at the waist of her thick surcote, letting it hang forward, and as Satine pulls her arms free of this layer, Maia is quick to loosen the catches of the next. Her fine cherrinwork kirtle covers a loose smock but these are easy enough to doff on her own, so she shifts forward, away from Maia’s hands.

 “Thank you, Maia,” she says, leaving the girl bereft. “That shall be all for this evening.”

 She may be uncertain, but she is well trained, and demurs easily. “Yes, ma’am.” 

 Her shimmerflax train murmurs softly, following her out the door, and then they are alone.

 The mirror looks at what Satine cannot, and tells her that Obi-Wan remains just inside the door. He is tucked against the wall, his hands folded in his robes. He looks small. Diminished. Drowning in swaths of coarse fabric. This is not the glorious warrior she has seen on the holonet. This is not the shining ambassador of freedom. He wears none of the armour she has seen him in before - and why should he, when he is so inured to death as to be immune?

 She sighs, and he catches her eye in the glass. It isn’t in her to break first, so she waits until he does, the resumes her ablutions. A single claricloth is sufficient to remove her makeup, but the face that emerges from beneath the paint is sallow and haunted. It shows nothing of how she feels, and so she scrubs at her cheeks until they are pink once more. Her eyes are cold, and her lips stay bloodless no matter how she bites at them.

 Accepting that there is little she may improve upon, she rises to take off her dress. From the corner of her eye, she sees him step forward as well.

 “No,” she says, and her voice is the same as her eyes - as distant and as cold - and he freezes.

 The discarded pile of clothing is heaped upon the bench, out of sight of the mirror, and she walks to where he stands, shoulders back, and bare. She does not flinch, and at least he has the grace to meet her gaze and hold it. She stops when she is close enough to feel his breath upon her face. 

 And it does not matter, but she thinks it is she who moves first.

 Their mouths meet, open but empty of any thought, and her lip, already punished with her own worry, splits against his teeth. His hands are on her shoulders, then braced against the back of her head, while the other slides down the curve of her spine, falling like rain, coursing over the swell of her flesh. He grabs at her fiercely, and she yields to his grip, bending against him, swallowed by his robes, but the cloth tangles at his wrists, and he shakes them, as though desperate to be free of the web of some great terror.

 She pulls back to push the cloak over his shoulders, to fumble at his belt as he throws the robe aside. Together, they tear off his tabards, and she lifts the fitted sark over his head, while he stares up at her, dazed, his eyes starry and she looks away to see the tunic adequately tossed aside. She kisses him again, before he can speak, though he doesn’t seem inclined to. Instead, he leans in, his tongue slipping over hers to trace the roof of her mouth, even as he stumbles forward caught in the shackles of his trousers, and his boots. They, too, are eventually lost, and they are left trying to peel the skin from each others’ bones.

 She claws at his waist. Her fingers catch in his hair, and she surges forward, hungry, even as the weight of his desire drives her back, until at last, overcome, he lifts her from the ground, her legs flying up to cling at his hips, his cock hard and aching below her thigh.

 The bed is before them in an instant, and he staggers forward as his legs slam against it. His arms fly out to brace for a fall that cannot happen, but which his body fears, nonetheless, and seeks to save him from. But she does not let go.

 He comes down hard upon her. The softness of the bed gives way at her back, while his chest, stained with the heat of his desire, presses down on her. She pulls him closer, holds him tighter, eager, hopeful that he might crush her completely. He cannot be too close to her, and it does not take much to persuade him to relent. He is nothing if not obedient. 

 She gasps, and he - still devouring - moves to kiss her neck, nipping at the skin, and licking a wet stripe along the line of her jaw to the point where it meets at the lobe of her ear. His teeth are sharp, and his beard coarse. Together, they leave red marks against the pallor of her flesh, and they are blushing together. Then, he rises again. His hands frame her face, sweeping aside her hair as he seeks to touch the fragile arc of her cheeks with the tips of his fingers, and his palms. He presses a kiss to her brow, and it is almost tender. She desires no such reverence.

 And so, while his lips are still upon her, in an address far sweeter than she thinks he’s ever tendered in negotiations before, she reaches between them to take his length in hand. A rough sound is wrenched from his lips, and for a moment the heel of his chin digs in against her scalp. If she had thought him willing before, now he becomes absolutely pliant beneath her touch. His head falls to her shoulder, and his breath is loud in her ear. 

 “Hush,” she murmurs, and again he obeys.  So good , she thinks, and her praise is expressed in the glide of her hand over the length of his cock. His reward is in the pump of her fist, but for all that he is dutiful, he is also bold, and though he chokes back his cries in the curve of her neck, he brings his own hand up to cup her left breast, taking that pleasure for himself.

 And she gives it. She forces it upon him.  Take it  , she thinks, as she arcs up against his hand.  Take it,  she thinks, as she draws her hand down, then up, then down again. “Take me,” she says, low, in his ear. There is something feral in her voice. She feels savage, and wanton, and full of rage.

 Whatever wildness is in her, he must hear it because he turns to look at her. His eyes glitter in the dark, his mouth swollen, his lips glisten with the sheen stolen from her own mouth, and she draws him closer to take it back. His lower lips catches between her teeth, and she tugs. She drags her thumb over the head of his cock, tracing the swell of sensitive skin, feeling her fingers slick with precome, hearing him keen and fight against his own voice while wanting more, and she bites down until she tastes blood. This time, it’s his, and with it spilled on either side, she thinks of war and fury, and how they are now bonded in battle. This is the way, and though it is not  her  way, she still owns the path. By title. By right. By blood.

 His hand tenses over her breast, and she will bruise, she knows, but that thought is almost as delicious as the bite of his fingers as he pinches her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolls. 

 “Stars!” she says, the word torn from her by force. She releases him only to clutch him close again, pressing his head to her collarbone, pressing him down. Soft strands of hair stick to her hands, wet with sweat, wet with him, clinging to the crevices of her body like she clings to him. 

 This whimsy, while sweet, dies swiftly upon the awn of the next moment as his tongue darts forth to tease at the rosy bud of her tit. His mouth, hot and wet, closes over her a moment later, and he suckles, while one hand drift low over her hips, and lower still to dip between the hot folds of her sex.

 He touches her. First, there are just gentle strokes, and he moves from the hood of her clit, outward to her thigh grazing his clever fingers just barely across the skin of her inner thigh. Closer, then further away, then returning again, and it teases her like the sunlight of a breaking dawn. He slips the tip of one finger into the velvet grip of her entrance, then withdraws, dancing away to compass her centre again, and she knows that his confidence comes from memory, not practice. This is  her  body he recalls. This is  her  desire he stokes, and there is a greedy, vengeful part of her that delights in the fact that he has thought of no other, for none of  their  preferences are painted on her skin with his hands. 

 She grins in triumph, and urges his head lower still. And so he goes.

 Her thighs fall open to greet his arrival, and his tongue replaces the rough ministrations of his fingers. Here, there is a feast to sate his hunger, and she welcomes him to take as much as he desires. With such a bounty laid bare before him, he does what all the wisest diplomats have done: first, he surveys the land, and then, with the guidance of an educated palate he tastes of every morsel that he might find the ripest fruits, and savour the richness of their flavour. He licks, and tastes, and as her breaths grow fast, and fall to frantic, he consumes her utterly. And as she feels the pinching crest of pleasure build, she looks down to admire the sight of this man, framed in the crescent of her legs.

 He is with her, and looks up to watch as he takes her over the edge. She never swore obedience, and she will not be silent, the guttural cry of release still clinging to her lips as he creeps up over her to silence her with a kiss. She can taste herself upon his tongue, and she wonders if he thinks she tastes as sweet - but he must, for he is just as covetous of her essence as she. 

 And then, her hand tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, she draws him back to issue her final command.

 “Fuck me,” she says.

 He slips into her in a single thrust, sensing her impatience. His next is more tentative, gauging depth as though afraid  he may have misjudged her readiness or his position. But she is certain. She slides herself downwards against his length before he can press again, meeting him halfway and breaking the rhythm of tempered consideration he’d intended before he can even commit. 

 “Hard,” she urges, driving him deeper. “Harder.”

 And once again, he obeys.

 “Harder,” she pants out with every thrust.  Hurt me , she thinks with every beat of her racing heart. 

 His pace increases, urged forward like an unbroken fathier, and she the bit and bridle which gives fashion to his lust. He wraps a hand over her hip, leaving marks, and beats his desire against the bones of her pelvis, and that too will leave her bruised and aching tomorrow. It is what she wants - to be stained purple with the evidence of his existence, to be rubbed raw by his hair against the rash of her skin, to mirror the blue of his thirsty eye, to taste his blood, to feel that once he wanted, and she was there to grant him all she could. She needs to know that this is real. She can’t simply  believe  it.

 So she pushes him to go faster, to take her harder, to drive deeper, until her arms are braced against the headboard, and he cries out, spilling hot and thoughtless inside of her.

 And then, when he is spent, she wraps him in her arms, and presses him to her chest, the salt of their sweat mingling with the salt of his tears, but she does not cry. Instead, she whispers cold comfort in his ear.

 “I missed you,” she says. “I mourned you. I think I always will.”

 And he, his eyes red and blue and black, his hair falling thick across his brow, lifts his head to look at her.

 “Please, don’t,” he says, an orison so soft it leaves a mark upon her skin.

 But that is only yet another proof for her to keep, and think on when he leaves. 

[jasontoddiefor]

SW author/fic rec anon. im really looking for stories involving obi-wan and anakin. I can find some during the clone wars, but not a lot between ep1 and 2. thanks!

OOh, yeah, I can do that! I tried to find stuff that is set either in-between or has the two of them at that age! (And some AU, as a treat.) 28 fanfics!

Title: A Padawan at War (Again) Summary: There were a lot of things that Obi-Wan didn’t know now, ever since he’d woken up in a strange medbay on a strange ship populated by hundreds of identical troopers. What he did know is that every single one of them swore that he was actually in his thirties and that he was a General who commanded a huge number of troops in a war against Separatists.So now Padawan Obi-Wan has to figure out how to fight a war he doesn't know anything about. Oh, and the nine-year-old kid that Qui-Gon picked up from Tatooine is here too. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1792372

Title: wonder Summary: Obi-Wan woke up suddenly.For a moment, he wasn’t sure why. His quarters were dark, and he didn’t see or feel anything particularly threatening, but then he heard the terrible retching, and then he was staggering up to his feet, his legs briefly getting tangled in his sheets as he tried to get to the door.[or: Anakin's sick, and still-getting-used-to-having-an-apprentice-Obi-Wan-Kenobi handles it. Tries to handle it.] Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/25609525

Title: The Tempest Summary: Obi-Wan tries to find sleep amidst his new apprentice’s swirling Force presence and a violent thunderstorm outside. Obviously, sleep isn’t an option. Why couldn’t Qui-Gon have left him with an ordinary padawan?or: How Obi-Wan Kenobi Learned to Stop Worrying and Love His (Emotional Time-Bomb) Apprentice Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25539847

Title: The Key to Victory Summary: New jedi padawan Anakin Skywalker realizes that there is more to being a jedi then he tought. Discovering a completely new culture will take time and effort, but maybe he'll make some friends along the way. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1105683

Title: Room to Grow Summary: In the early days of his apprenticeship, Anakin gets caught playing dress-up in his master's closet. Obi-Wan finds that perhaps, something broken inside him is beginning to heal. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25288510

Title: A Loose Stitch Summary:In the beginning, Bant had been so sure that Obi-Wan would fall apart at some point from the grief, but he held himself together, somehow.Until now. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25268491

Title: What can’t be lost Summary: Obi-Wan doesn’t know how to comfort a crying baby Luke on the flight to Tatooine. A painful memory of Anakin gives him an idea - and breaks his heart a little, too. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24015022

Title: watercolour paint Summary:Anakin Skywalker is afraid of a great many things in this galaxy and the next, but he has never and will never be afraid of Obi-Wan Kenobi.But he’s afraid of being abandoned, of being walked away from, and he’s afraid that Obi-Wan is not the kind of person who will stay. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1814266

Title: Be As You’ve Always Been Summary: Sometimes, Obi-Wan thought he was always meant to be the butt of the Force’s cruel jokes. Very cruel indeed, Obi-Wan muses as he gazes down at a nine-year old Anakin Skywalker Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1748707

Title: Care What It Cost Summary:Five years after Naboo, Obi-Wan becomes aware that things between Anakin and Qui-Gon have become... tense. The obvious solution is to mediate their difficulties if at all possible.That is not what happens. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/12173493

Title: The Bad Day (Trademark Pending) Summary: Obi-Wan is having one of his Bad Days. Anakin helps. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20452634

Title: Sabbatical Summary: Anakin decides to leave the Jedi as a child, and Obi-Wan goes with him. When Palpatine sends Dooku to find them, things don't go as planned. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/22801789

Title: Space Dad Lives Summary:AU starting directly after TPM. Qui-gon didn't die, but he's sure not okay after taking a lightsaber to the gut. Obi-wan, still reeling after Mandalore, is now the hero who killed a Sith and vowed to train the Chosen One. Anakin is going to be a Jedi so he can free his mother and his people.And the healers are kind of sick of dealing with the Jinn/Kenobi team. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/24573184

Title: Eventide Summary: All Obi-wan wishes for, is for one mission to be on a planet that has no sunlight. Instead, they break down on one with TWO suns on a mission that has already gone sideways. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23168815

Title: It Takes a Village Summary: The events, consequences and aftermath of the Phantom Menace as seen through the eyes of Obi-Wan’s closest friends. And when they see their friend grieving the loss of his Master, dealing with the fame associated with killing a Sith while also taking on a Padawan (the Chosen One no less) they step in to help because they realize he is in WAY over his head. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/23680915

Title: Simple Steps Summary: Galaxy changing events don't just suddenly occur. They are the result of a series of small steps. Now dealing with ROTS. Rated M to be safe. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/19963384

Title: dead and the gold Summary:The Republic is in turmoil. In the wake of the harrowing Naboo Crisis, Chancellor Valorum has seized control of the Trade Federation’s droid armies. A failed coup has branded the Jedi Order as traitors. Thousands of Jedi are dead. The rest, fugitives. Alarmed by the Senate’s aggression, systems scramble to forge new alliances. Everyone’s loyalty is in question. Obi-Wan Kenobi, on the run with his new padawan Anakin Skywalker, knows their time is running out. He makes a desperate ploy to contact what may be a powerful ally or a dangerous foe... Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/21999658

Title: Don’t sleep on the floor Summary: Little Anakin sleeps on the floor and cuddles with Artoo. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/17591843

Title: attachment Summary: In which Obi-Wan Kenobi has a small mental breakdown, turns to google for help, frantically attempts to locate the wikihow for raising traumatized ex-slave padawans, and decides that maybe the Jedi way is inferior to talk therapy when it comes to dealing with emotions. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/series/1662367

Title: Earning Trust Summary: A what-if exploring how Anakin may have dealt with a surviving Qui-gon pushing Obi-wan aside so he could be free to train the Chosen One. What if this gave the team a chance to get to know each other without grief for a dead master. Would Anakin still wish to be trained by Qui-gon or would someone else have earned his trust instead? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13673895

Title: Ikhthus Summary:You can take the boy out of the Order, but you can’t take the Jedi out of the boy. A young ex-padawan stumbles across a most curious mother and her even more curious child on Tatooine.Or: destiny will find Obi-Wan Kenobi no matter how far he runs. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/9605801

Title: Viridescent Skies Summary:When the Trade Federation starts a ruckus and blockades Naboo, the Council decide to send Qui-Gon and his very young padawan to mediate the proceedings. Luckily, Knight Anakin Skywalker happens to be at loose ends and is able to accompany them.For a given value of "luckily." He has a bad feeling about this. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/9340733

Title: For Love of One’s Padawan Summary:The Naboo may have saved their world, but Obi-Wan just lost his.Following the death of his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi feels alone and adrift in his place in the Jedi Order until an unexpected ally and champion enters his life with support and understanding. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/23121742

Title: All But Name Summary: "You will be a Jedi, Anakin. I promise you. In all but name." Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/19480345

Title: Coalesced Matter Summary: Jedi Master Dooku is in a long-term undercover assignment with slow but steady progress. But he gets a distress call from this Knight Kenobi with a Padawan Skywalker and things just start to go crazy. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/19438132

Title: So old they were, and wise Summary:Obi-Wan's arm had tightened around him to the point of squeezing. He felt sick swoops of nausea. "Anakin," he said urgently. "I don't care what the circumstances are or who you're with, if anyone tries to bring you to the Chancellor, stars forbid leave you alone with him, do not allow it. Do whatever is necessary - cry, scream, fight, use the Force, run - run to find me. Stay away from Chancellor Palpatine. Do you understand, young one?"Wide-eyed, Anakin nodded. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/18489322

Title: Lightbearer Summary: After his Master's death Obi-Wan Falls. Anakin picks up the pieces. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/3613170

Title: The Chosen Summary: Anakin is found by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan when he's a newborn. It changes things. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/8477353

[oceanera12]

The Soldier

Part 1: The Medic (Finn’s POV)

Kix was drunk. He knew it. Maz knew it. So why was she trying to make him see any kind of reason? He stopped listening an hour ago and at this point she was just a fuzzy blob of orange.

He honestly didn’t know how Maz had even spotted him as a clone. It wasn’t like he looked like one. He’d grown his hair out as long as could, got rid of most of his armor (the chest piece and arm pieces remained but he could have gotten them off the black market) and all clones were supposed to be dead a hundred times over.

That thought made Kix order another drink. Maz tried to argue (something about him “having enough”) but he didn’t care. It had been two years since he’d woken up to the day, and the Crimson Corsair crew knew better then to bother him.

Which was why he was confused and angry when someone sat down next to him. It was hard to see who, but the voice cut through the haze. “I’m Finn. Sorry to but in.”

Whoopty do. Kix got his drink and dunked it back, ignoring the babbling shiny kid for the next ten minutes. Finally, the kid’s comm blinked and it sounded like his departure was upon them. Thank the Force. The kid turned to leave and Kix ordered another drink (where’d Maz go? Oh well, no more babbling). It appeared and he started to down it.

“FN-2187.”

Kix’s mind came to a screeching halt. He spat up the vile liquid trying to find air but only found choking because numbers-- why the KRIFF were there numbers?

He turned to the shiny kid, squinting at his blurry form and managed to ask, “What?” The question was unbidden, unwanted, because numbers there couldn’t be numbers-- and not just designations that was spat out far too quickly and far too familiar to be a designation that was a name that was a kriffing name--

“FN-2187... That’s the name the First Order gave me.”

Kix knew about the First Order. The group in support of the old Empire, the Empire that had wiped out the Republic the thing he had sought to protect and had failed, failed so terribly--

He allowed the anger to shine through and managed to grit out, “I see” before  finishing his liquid. The shiny kid walked away, leaving Kix to try and forget about numbers.

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Kix slept through the following day. He hated sleeping. Sleep brought forward old faces; faces he’d never see again and voices he’d never hear. Guilt swept through his mind at the screams of the dead and fallen.

Jesse had always been concerned about his sleeping habits. If Kix had his way, he would’ve never slept, just kept running on kaf and stims until his body collapsed into black. Then Kix would wake up several hours later with several concerned brothers (and an unhappy Coric) over him. But there had been no dreams.

But on this pirate crew, there was no running from dreams.

Kix shot awake near sleeping hour, falling from his bed and hitting the floor with a loud ‘clunk’. He thrashed against the blanket, trying to free himself from his bonds and finally succeeded, crawling into the corner and hugging his knees into his chest. Breathe Kix, just breathe.

Kix didn’t know how long he remained there, but he found himself somehow in the fresher. He splashed water on his face and looked in the mirror.

That had been a mistake. The face was too familiar. Not for the first time, Kix wanted to tear it off, get rid of it, get rid of the ghosts, make them stop--

The knife was in his hands before he knew what he was doing and the urge to end it all was stronger than it had been in a long time. He was a living ghost and ghosts needed to die.

And then a different voice rose up, soft but piercing.

“FN-2187.”

Kix’s hands froze, tears pricking at his eyes. Numbers. Why was it always kriffing numbers? He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe, shut out the past, don’t think about it--

Jesse slammed his helmet against the ground and screamed. Kix felt like joining him but someone had to be the calm one right now or there might be some treasonous actions later (there would be, but not by the clones).

Kix went to comfort his brother, but Jesse shoved the hands away. “Hundreds of our brothers are dead and all that karking, son of a bantha sees is numbers. Kriffing numbers!”

Kix swallowed down the bile. “Some people distance themselves from pain differently. Maybe General Krell is just doing that by focusing on numbers.” Jesse didn’t even try and believe those words and if Kix was being honest with himself, neither did he.

Rex was no help right now. Krell was keeping him close. Fives was making the situation worse and Kix had no doubt there would be some disobeying of orders in the near future because something was wrong here. Krell was just... wrong and there was nothing, nothing they could do about it.

“Do you ever think we’ll be more than a kriffing number?” The question was sudden and Kix had not been prepared for it. Jesse looked a little calmer and more depressed then angry.

Kix hesitated. “I... I don’t know.”

“Well,” Jesse glared at his hands, “If I ever make it out of this war, I am going to stand in the Senate and yell at them about numbers.”

Kix almost snorted at the notion. A clone appearing in the senate? Not possible. But Jesse didn’t need to hear that. He already knew. “What would you tell them exactly?” Kix indulged him.

Jesse was silent for a moment, just thinking. Then he looked up at Kix, his gaze hard and eyes angry. “Never again.” He didn’t need to elaborate. Kix knew too well what Jesse meant.

Kix’s eyes flew open, tears streaming down his face. He looked in the mirror and found Jesse’s eyes (Rex’s, Cody’s, Fives’, Echo’s, Harcase’s, Tup’s all of them) staring back. 

There was something Kix used to tell his brothers who had just lost someone close to them. It was harsh in words but it had always snapped them back into the present.

Kix took a deep breath then growled at himself the best he could. “Are you a soldier of the Republic or not?”

I’m a soldier of the Republic, sir.

“Then start acting like one.”

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The Resistance meeting was... interesting. Poe Dameron appeared to be the leader of the discussion, talking about the losses of the New Republic and the Resistance in kind. The shiny kid stood up and spoke about what he’d seen the First Order do during his time among them. Then days of the old Rebellion against the Empire were spoken of and then the meeting was dismissed.

Kix stood in the back, debating if he was actually doing this. He’d informed his captain he would be leaving the crew last night, but the man hadn’t seemed surprised. It might have had something to do with Kix’s sudden haircut (the tatoo helped keep who was staring back at him in a mirror easier to remember) and his stocking up on supplies and the renewal of what was left of his armor. Kix almost brought the helmet but had decided against it. He left it on top of a hill for the elements or thieves, whichever came first.

Most of the attendees were filling out or towards Poe and Finn with thankful words or curses. Kix waited until a good moment then marched forward. Finn didn’t visibly recognize him at first but Kix saw the flash of realization cross his face. Kix came to a stiff attention. Old habits die hard. “I’d like to help.”

Requesting permission to return to active duty, sir!

The shiny kid, Finn, outstretched his hand and gave a warm smile, “Glad to have you...?” The unspoken question for a name sent Kix back to the past for a moment, but with happy memories of meeting new brothers. “Kix.” It brought a rare smile to his face. “Kix... Fivofist”

Kix of the Five-Hundred and First Attack Battalion, reporting.

“What can you do?” Dameron spoke up, sharing a look with Finn (“you know this guy? can we trust him?”)

“I’m a field medic and a soldier. Just tell me what you need.”

Finn smiled, “More medics are always good to have more of.” (“not really but yes, we can trust him”)

Poe nodded thoughtfully, “Ever seen a battle?”

Kix almost laughed. “Hundreds, probably. More than I’d like to admit. There were a lot of enemies and not a lot of friends.”

Poe and Finn shared a look Kix could quite read but no comment was said except for a “Welcome aboard.”

And just like that, Kix had reenlisted into the army.

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The Resistance was... different. Not bad, just different. Kix learned quickly that his practice in medicine was a little out of date and worked hard to correct it. Many medical personnel tried to befriend him and would invite him to meals, which Kix kindly declined.

It wasn’t them. Kix just needed to focus on the job and not think about brothers in arms or he’d find himself thrown into a panic attack. The only person he couldn’t brush off was Finn. The shiny kid was kind and open and never pushed conversation, choosing to chat away about anything that came to mind. It was the kind of random chatter Kix could handle, sending him back to the days of treating loopy brothers and chaotic Generals.

And then Finn would describe the First Order. The tales he told were nothing like Kix’s in the Clone wars. They were stories about not trusting anyone, trying to be better than anyone, not doing anything out of freewill or you’d never be seen again. Kix had to stop what he was doing sometimes and swallow back the urge to vomit.

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Kix thought it was a trick at first. Transmissions from Emperor Palpatine? Impossible. The First Order was just trying to scare people away from the Resistance cause. Fear was a powerful way to control.

Kriff, he didn’t even listen to the transmissions at first. Kix just heard about them through other people and rolled his eyes. Of course the Resistance had to treat it as a probability and sent several teams out to investigate (Finn and Poe included).

So maybe it was a blessing when Kix decided to listen to one such transmission in his room for laughs. What kind of impression had the actor done? The Senator Palpatine voice or the Emperor’s gravel?

The smile vanished after a single sentence. By the end of the transmission Kix was out of the room, out of the base, miles from the command center. He fired his blaster at a rock until it refused to fire again. The useless weapon was then thrown at the smoking target with a ear piercing scream.

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He didn’t know how much time had passed. Kriff, he didn’t even know how he’d gotten back to base after his melt down. All Kix knew was the wall in his room was rough, gray, and rock.

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It was the shiny kid that finally broke through the haze. Kix hadn’t even heard him come in. Kriff, he thought he was hallucinating the steady voice, talking about the missions. And then after probably an hour of just words there was a pause and suddenly, “Hey, are you okay?”

The question crashed down on Kix’s world.

“He should be dead.” Kix growled. “Why isn’t he dead?!”

That man had used his brothers as a means, as slaves, and then tossed them aside like they were nothing. But they had been men. His brothers. That nightmare had ended for all of them because that man was dead.

Except he wasn’t.

Finn’s voice was steady. “I don’t know... I don’t think we’ll ever know but we will get him.”

Kix almost laughed. Get Palpatine? Like that was even possible. “Kriffing, sithspit--” He turned to find Finn, eyes wide with concern. “That kriffing laandur shabuir should be in a kriffing hole in the ground in the depths of Mustafar. He should be rotting unremembered and disgraced with nothing left of him but the ashes in the wind!” Kix vaguely realized he had slipped into Mando’a and Finn probably had no idea what he was saying but he didn’t care. Kix vented for several minutes, describing in great detail what he would do to that monster. He deserved a fate worse than death.

“He should be karking dead and he’s alive and everything we ever did was a lie, it was a kriffing lie, we were used and pawns and he should be dead... he should be DEAD and he’s alive and they’re not. They’re dead... and he’s...” Kix’s words came to a slow, the tears threatening to break free again. “He’s alive and I can’t... I can’t... I’m sorry, brothers... I’m sorry... I’m a coward... I’m sorry, brothers...”

A hand rested on his shoulder. Kix placed his own on top of it and for a moment just pretended it wasn’t Finn. “I’m sorry, Jesse. Forgive me.” And then the tears came.

The shiny pulled him in for a hug and Kix took it. He needed it, more than he’d ever admit it.

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Kix had been working in the medbay when Finn came to say goodbye. He was off on another grand adventure with the heroes of the Resistance. Kix would never admit it, but he was a bit jealous sometimes. The medical wing was never dull, but it wasn’t the same as being in the field.

They gave their usual farewells and Finn turned to leave. Kix was turning back to his patients when the thought struck him.

You haven’t told him your number.

Kix frowned at the thought. Numbers meant nothing to him. Why would Finn need to know about his number?

The urge came stronger and it felt as if General Skywalker himself was ordering him into the field. Kix sighed and turned back to Finn calling out loudly, “CT-6116.”

As the words left his mouth a wave of peace enveloped him. Kix was surprised. Numbers were harsh and mean. Names were peaceful and kind. And yet... It felt like a warm hug. A single tear fell down his cheek for no apparent reason. At least, until he saw Finn’s face.

Finn had frozen in place at the words. He turned around now, his eyes wide with disbelief. He looked shook, almost frozen in terror. Numbers were painful. Harsh. Mean. And FN-2187 was anything but those.

Kix forced a smile. “I thought it was time you knew.”

You’re a good man, Finn. Thank you for being my friend.

Finn seemed unable to speak. Instead, he fell into attention and saluted Kix. Kix returned it with a small smile. And then Finn was gone.

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The sky lit up with lightning from the ground. Kix braced himself against the ship as the pilot screamed out in horror and suddenly he was falling. Falling down with burning debris to the ground. Kix himself was in pain, his head and ears ringing. Something slammed into his head and it sent him spinning. Down and down and down and--

Someone grabbed hold of his wrist and the fall stopped.

Kix blinked. The pain was gone from his head and the world had stopped spinning. He looked down towards the ground, which was still quite a way to fall. The ship he had volunteered for duty in was in shreds and pieces, effectively blown to bits by that kriffing sith. No one could have survived the explosion let alone the fall.

“Are you going to keep staring down at the ground, vod, or are you going to look up?”

Kix’s mind came to a screeching halt. He slowly turned his gaze from the wreckage, following his arm up to his savior.

Jesse was laying down on nothing but air. His hands were holding onto Kix’s arms, the grip tight and unwilling to let go. Jesse smiled, “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” He floated down to Kix’s level, hands still holding his brother’s arm. “Physics aren’t really a thing anymore sooo...”

Kix stared for a second. His free hand shook, coming up to Jesse’s face. He pulled it back at the last second, shaking his head and eyes squeezed shut. This had to be a dream.

Arms enveloped hims in a tight hug and Jesse’s voice mumbled into Kix’s ear. “I’m real, vod. I promise.”

“You’re dead,” Kix dared to whisper.

Jesse chuckled, “Hate to break it to you, vod, but so are you.”

A loud scream from below snapped them both back into the battlefield and the world lit up yet again. Jesse’s grip tightened instinctively and Kix could have sworn he felt a blaster seemingly materialize in one of Jesse’s hands. “That’d be the Generals and our brothers."

Kix frowned. “What?”

Jesse didn’t seem to hear him. Kix found himself being dragged towards the ground as the light dimmed and then faded into nothing. Jesse didn’t take them into the planet (thank the Force). He stopped on the surface and called down, “Is it over?”

As if things couldn’t get any weirder Captain Rex and General Skywalker seemed to materialize out of thin air. “It’s over. For real this time.” Skywalker nodded, satisfied about something. Rex nodded, “Thank the Force.”

Kix stared at them, confused. "What’s over?”

Rex smiled. “Palpatine is dead.”

Kix doesn’t remember falling to his knees and he doesn’t remember when he started to cry. But he does know that Jesse is holding him and Rex has his hands on Kix’s shoulders and he can hear Fives, Echo, Hardcase, Tup, Dogma, and everyone gathering around and speaking quietly and--

Kix knows he’s finally home.

[padawanlost]

Isn’t it weird and by weird I mean hypocritical that the Jedi found value in saving Clones, who were made to be disposable, but they couldn’t be bothered to save Shmi, Anakin’s actual mother?

It depends on what you meant by jedi putting value in saving clones. though it’s true most Jedi would do everything they could to save their men during battles, the ugly truth remains that, as an order, they did very little for the clones. 

The was no attempt to given them citizen status;

“I don’t feel like a Republic citizen, because none of us are, in case you hadn’t noticed. We don’t exist. No vote, no identification docs, no rights.” — Fi (Clone Trooper) in Star Wars - Republic Commando: True Colors by Karen Traviss

“He’s not a citizen. He’s a clone soldier.” “I know. And?” “We have no agreement for long-term care with the Grand Army. In fact, as far as the Republic is concerned this patient doesn’t exist, and as he’s been declared brain-dead by the duty neurosurgical team, we would normally terminate life support, except he’s still breathing, which is highly abnormal.” The droid paused as if to check if Besany was following its train of logic with her inadequate organic brain. “Withdrawal of life support in his case means withdrawal of hydration or feeding, or both.” “Starving him to death, for us lay-beings.” “Indeed. This is clearly ethically undesirable, so euthanasia will be administered.” Besany thought she’d misheard, but she hadn’t. “No,” she said, hearing her voice as if she were standing outside herself. “No, it will not be administered. I’ll get his care authorized. In fact, I’ll get him moved to private care.”Did I hear that right? Do they really put patients down like that? Like sick pets? “He’s Grand Army property, so unless you have a Defense requisition, you can’t take possession of him.” “He’s a human being.” [Star Wars - Republic Commando: True Colors by Karen Traviss]

There was no plans for their future post-war.

“[Darman]’d once asked Etain what would happen to the clone troops when the war was over—when they won. He couldn’t think about losing. Where would they go? How would they be rewarded? She didn’t know. The fact that he didn’t know, either, fed a growing uneasiness.” — Darman (Clone Trooper) and Etain Tur-Mukan (Jedi Knight) in Star Wars - Republic Commando: True Colors by Karen Traviss

There was no freedom (clones weren’t allowed to leave the GAR).

While Vau slept and Ordo piloted the ship, Skirata admired the haul for a while, imagining all the safehouses, escape routes, and new beginnings it could buy for clones who decided they’d completed their service to the Republic. He wasn’t encouraging desertion. He was liberating slaves.”— Kal Skirata in Star Wars - Republic Commando: True Colors by Karen Traviss

There was no respect for dead or injuried clones:

That careful comment meant a great deal in political code if the listener wanted to interpret it. Skeenah seemed to. “Yes, I’ve asked repeatedly about casualties—the medical field units are woefully inadequate, and I can’t find out what happens to those killed in action. To the best of my knowledge, the bodies aren’t recovered. There’s no heroes’ return for these poor men. So if you see large sums allocated to clone welfare, I can assure you there’s no sign of it being used to that end.” Star Wars - Republic Commando: True Colors by Karen Traviss

“You might know, then, what happens to them.” “In what sense?” “When they’re wounded but can’t return to active duty. You see, I can find out what happens on the Rimsoo medical stations—or at least I get some limited answers from the Defense staff—but I’m getting no answers about the men who can’t be patched up and sent back.” […] “I would imagine they die,” Besany said. “The army seems to go to a lot of trouble to send them back.” “Ah, but life isn’t that tidy,” Skeenah said. He lowered his voice, even though the doors were shut. “There’ll be injuries that a man can survive, but that means he’ll never be fit for service again. I can’t seriously believe something like that hasn’t happened in more than a year of this war. And yet there are no homes for these men, who must surely exist, and we know they don’t end up being cared for by family—because they have none. So where do they go?” Besany didn’t even want to think about it, but she had to. The only answer she could think of right then was that the most badly injured who might otherwise have been saved were left to die. But some mobile surgical units had Jedi advisers. No Jedi would let such a thing happen … would they? 

They were property, bought like livestock and no jedi ever questioned it.

“He wanted to ask her why only a handful of Jedi objected to a slave army, and why they could claim to believe in the sanctity of all life and yet treat some life as being exempt from that respect.” — Star Wars - Republic Commando: True Colors by Karen Traviss

“‘Explain something to me, littl’un,’ Rex said. Maybe he could have asked Skywalker this same question, but something told him it was a bad idea. ‘What’s the difference between Jedi who fall to the dark side, and do whatever it is that dark siders do, and Jedi who just let bad things happen on their watch?’ He really wanted to know.” — Rex and Ahsoka | The Clone Wars: No Prisoners by Karen Traviss

Considering how clones were treated it makes sense there was no attempt to free the slaves on Tatooine. And it’s not just about Shmi. There were numerous CHILD SLAVES on the planet and the only child they ever tried to rescue was the son of the guy enslaving them.

The Jedi Order was focused on the bigger picture, they can look away if it might work in favor of the greater good. and that’s the exact mentality Palpatine used against them.

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Braig doesn’t know his biological parents. It’s probably best that he never does. He’s much better off with the Jedi. I’ll talk a bit about his biological father, his biological mother, and then some of his thoughts on the situation.

His biological father, Eadric Alden Claermoore, is a General in the Grand Army of the Republic, a rank he carried over from a lifetime spent in the Republic’s Navy. He made that rank his life after everything else fell away. The Claermoores were a military family. They always were. This goes all the way back to the Ruusan Reformations, but carried on in various ways since then. Government positions, naval positions, and now back in the Grand Army. Yes, it’s the naval branch; no, he’s not Force-sensitive. He is, however, exactly the sort of awful person you’d expect from someone who defines himself by his rank and his wealth and only barely - if ever - acknowledges the nepotism that went into it. 

He never wanted children. He figured he’d have to have one eventually, to carry on the name and all, but he never wanted one. Like most other things, it felt like a duty. An obligation, rather than a privilege. He was that sort of person. He also wasn’t too concerned about it, as his younger sister, Adarine, had children, but first-born this and patriarch-that and blah blah blah. ‘You know how it is’. Most people who know him thinks the war might be the only thing he ever loved, as it reaffirmed his status. That’s not entirely true. He loved his (ex) wife. Shiv brought out the best in him, people would say. Most who knew him had never seen him relax, let alone smile, until she came around. Shiv wanted kids. He agreed on one. He figured that was a good enough compromise. He also figured he wouldn’t necessarily have to be that involved with the more ‘difficult’ parts of parenting. Read: The actual parenting part. He figured he’d pick up extra duties to make up for the ‘loss of income’ (as if he needed it) while Shiv stayed home with their baby. 

It probably could’ve worked out, if their kid wasn't born Force-sensitive. But he was. So, of course, the Jedi took interest. Shiv said no, Eadric said yes. The Jedi figured they’d just keep an eye on them and try to educate the new parents on what the Force meant for their son. Just so they could fully think over their options and decide what was best. Then Shiv went to provide aid to a planet in the Outer Rim. When she didn’t come back, she was declared KIA. Eadric, quite rightly, decided he can’t raise a child by himself. Yes, he could have asked family or friends to help. Yes,he could have left the baby with the nanny droid he owned that was already looking after it. He could have. 

He didn’t. 

In his defense, he was trying to think of the long-term consequences. Nanny droids don’t work forever. And the boy was Force-sensitive; he needed to be trained by people who know what they’re doing. And, logically, he’s right. The Force is too dangerous - and draws too many dangerous people - for a lack of training to be even remotely safe. And - not that Eadric cares anymore - Braig is legitimately happy with the Jedi. So it really is the best choice. Of course, Braig was actually far too young to be given to the Order at the time. From what I can tell, kids are usually passed on to the Jedi at over a year, maybe even three. Braig wasn’t yet a year old. The young knight who’d been sent to do a wellness check/update hadn’t been prepared to take a baby. Eadric, in essence, handed him Braig and then locked the door and went back to work. He considered it like ripping off a bandage. The Jedi saw this as a cause to Not Panic, But Get Very Concerned At A Rather Fast Pace. He eventually just figured he had no choice but to take the baby back to the Temple and ask for advice. 

When Shiv showed up, not dead and very mad about why her baby was gone, things went sour fast. To make a long story short, they’re divorced now, and he hasn’t seen her in over a decade. He tried to explain his thought process to her. Tried to make a case for himself, and why this was best. She didn’t agree. It was a nasty argument. Eadric never really got over it. He never really got over her. Over the years, his understanding of the situation shifted from ‘this never would have happened if I’d kept our child from the Jedi’ to ‘this never would have happened if he hadn’t been born Force sensitive’ to ‘this never would have happened if he hadn’t been born’. Eadric lives alone now in the fancy surface-level Coruscant residence that’s run in the family for generations. The sort of place money can technically buy, but you won’t ever have enough money. He exists as living proof to the old adage, ‘wealth cannot buy happiness’. He’s a bitter, angry old man who’s devoted himself to the militaristic ideals that the Claremoores have lived by - regardless of who calls the shots. When the Republic becomes the Empire, he stays as an Imperial officer. He doesn’t see a problem with it. The strong prevail.

End of discussion. 

Then there’s Braig’s mother. Dr. Shiv Kiera Whelan is not a product of money and breeding, like her ex husband was. She’d come from the mid-levels of Coruscant. Not the glitterati, but high enough in the city to see what she might one day be able to achieve. Her family was loving and close, even if they were stretched thin financially. She was a middle child. She had an older brother named Cor, an adopted sibling the same age as her named Shina (shee-nah), and two younger sisters named Reni and Tel. They lived in a somewhat cramped apartment with their parents (Braig’s grandparents), Olan and Ama Whelan. They worked in factories across the street from each other, and met by chance - their love story bloomed over the course of many shared lunch breaks and continued throughout their marriage. Theirs was a hard life, and they did what they could to give their children better, while still making sure they knew the truths of the world. Shiv was the first of her siblings to attend higher education. She decided on medicine when she was young; you see a lot of need for it in the mid to lower levels. It’s what she felt was her calling. So she studied hard, saved up, worked herself to the bone. Loans and scholarships became her best friend (aside from her siblings). 

On a planet of trillions, medical care is always in high demand. Shiv took to it like a duck to water, finding her place among medical droids and scanners and sutures as if she’d always been there. She expanded her horizons by not only taking what her colleagues often deemed ‘charity cases’, but also offering medical aid off-world to military operations. That’s how she met her future (ex) husband, actually. A naval scrape that went badly but could have gone worse. His family opposed the marriage, hers didn’t care as long as they were happy. And, for a while, they were happy. It could have worked out great. They’d discussed kids, come to their agreement, and Shiv was excited to be a mother. She’d always liked kids, and they were well off enough that she could take some time off to be at home with the baby, and have nurse droids to help. It would be simple. 

It should have been simple. 

If it was, we wouldn’t be here. Shiv is like her son in more than looks; his self-sacrificing tendencies are both nature and nurture. People needed help. A skirmish between warring factions in the Outer Rim, it happened all the time. Shiv had plenty of experience doing field work on planets where that was often the best they got, and, much as she loved her baby, she’d gotten a bit stir crazy. It’d be fine, she’d go out for a week or two, give people some help, stretch her legs, and come back before the nurse droids even needed to be recharged. Unfortunately, bad intel comes for us all, eventually. It wasn’t just a skirmish between local factions. It was a fight between spice cartels. Nobody was entirely sure which cartels, once the dust settled. Some said the Black Sun, some said the Pikes. All reports said the medic camp was wiped out. Shiv along with it. 

Now, of course, Shiv wasn’t dead. She was in very bad shape, yes, but not dead. She got lucky. See, when you get a reputation for giving help to those who can’t afford it, they remember. A lot of those people gather at the Outer Rim, and a lot of people talk. A doctor that helps anyone, regardless of credits, is a good thing to have around, so Shiv got rescued by some of the ‘charity cases’ she’d taken over her life. It was a while before she was fully lucid, a while later that she was able to make contact and get back to Coruscant. By the time she got there, her son was gone. 

The real tragedy is that, if given enough time, she probably would have agreed to it, herself. Given time to think it over, given more conversations with the Jedi to learn more about them, about what the Force meant for her son, given the extra years she was supposed to have to come to terms, she probably would’ve agreed that the proper training was necessary for him. She didn’t get any of that. 

She just came home and he was gone. 

As you can imagine, this led to a terrible argument between herself and her husband. Eadric tried to justify his decision by saying he thought she was dead, and, either way, he’d been looking out for their son’s best interest. He was where he should be. Shiv, who was already dealing with one major trauma and frankly didn’t have time for another, was furious that he’d given her baby to ‘a cult’ (despite the Jedi not being anything of the sort). 

If you were to talk to Shiv now, she’d tell you she was divorced, though there was never any formal proceedings; Eadric just doesn’t talk about his personal life. Whereas Eadric will tell you he never had any children if you ask, Shiv will talk about who she hoped her son would be, and the injustices that face him now in the life he must live. Their opinions have grown to differ so much that they’re on different sides of the war, as well. Eadric stayed loyal to the Republic, and continues to serve the Grand Army. Shiv felt as though the loss of her son opened her eyes to the Republic’s corruption, and as such, she’s since offered her allegiance and her medical prowess to the Separatists. She hasn’t been to Coruscant in years, and the two of them - Eadric and Shiv - haven’t had any contact with each other in even longer. 

It should go without saying that Braig doesn’t know his biological parents. He doesn’t particularly want to, either. He knows, from records, where he’s from, and he also knows he came to the Temple far younger than he should have. As far as he’s concerned, there are a few potential reasons for this:

The first is that his parents were unable to care for a child. Given that he knows they were from the upper levels, and ergo well-off, he finds this unlikely. The second is that something happened to them, they had no relatives able to seize custody, and the Jedi took him in rather than having him float around the system for a few years. This is unlikely, as the Jedi keep tabs on prospective families, but it’s possible, and, if it is the case, it’s not worth looking into. And the last option he could think of is that they just didn’t want a kid, and again, that doesn’t merit looking into. He knows who his family is - who raised him, who cared for him, who taught him, who stood by and continues to stand by him every day of his life. That matters much more to him than blood.

[bexterbex]

A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 78

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A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 78: The End of a War

You walked back into the meeting, without your faithful guard dog. “Now where will we be sending everyone off to,” you ask your newly appointed Chancellor Hux.

“We have some reason to believe there is a Resistance base in the Outer Rim, on this end of the galaxy somewhere in K-5/6 and L-5/6 sectors. We will be sending heavy reinforcements to that region.” Hux seemed to be confident in the intelligence that you were given.

You considered the tactile plan, “I see and what do we think we will be met with?” You weren’t a military mind, but you needed to be sure that they knew what they were doing, they had failed before and failure wasn’t an option now.

Another First Order general spoke up, “Not much, we have already crippled much of their army, with the destruction of their last base and the several New Republic planets. Mostly this will be to finish them off and to now establish authority across the galaxy.” That’s exactly what you wanted to hear, taking control of the galaxy. Soon it would all be yours.

“So are a portion of the troops going to do that? While others face off in battle?” You knew sending all your fleet to one area would not be a wise decision. The Empire had chosen to do something similar in the past, and you weren’t going to be so stupid.

“Yes, I believe that is the best tactic. You have a phrase from your home planet saying ‘not to put all of your eggs in one basket’ and so by making sure we have a proper disbursement of ships across the galaxy we will maintain our authority.” Hux was an expert at trying to bring things to your understanding. He knew you had little background in any of this, and that you trusted him to make the right decisions. It is why he earned his promotion.

You nodded to him, “Good, Lord Ren will join the forces heading to the base, he has an important mission from me, one that he should not be distracted from.” You needed your husband to complete his mission, but more importantly, you needed him to come back in one piece. You wanted there to be no one in his way.

Hux seemed to understand this. “Of course, Empress. We will make sure he sees his task through without any obstacles.”

You left the meeting, Kylo was off fighting for you on some planet someplace in the galaxy. Hux had told you where but you really didn’t care. All you needed to know was that he was ok and that he was taking care of what you sent him for. It had been three days before you heard they were back. You had been doing various things, making sure the Final Order and First Order’s union was going smoothly. One of your staff came and told you that Kylo had requested in some of the interrogation rooms.

Walking down the hall with Ap’lek and Vicrul by your side, you saw officers and 'troopers dodging out of the way. All of them giving you proper salutes and acknowledgments to you as Empress. You made your way down to the interrogation rooms, pausing in front of the doors of the large one.  Entering you saw an interesting sight, four people chained to the floor, the other Knights of Ren along the back wall, Kylo pacing in front of the prisoners, and Hux and Phasma talking in an opposite corner. It looked like a real party. Vicrul and Ap’lek joined their brothers in arms along the back wall. Doing the usual silent communication thing they did.

You looked at Hux and then Kylo before saying, “What do we have here?” You then looked at the four prisoners, who looked pretty worse for wear.

Hux spoke first, you could tell Kylo was still in beast mode as his Force energy wrapped around you protectively. “These are the last known leaders of the Resistance, unfortunately, we lost a few in battle at no fault to anyone.” The man on the left seemed the most rabid of them all, sneering at Hux.

“Why don’t you tell me who our guests are?” You kept your tone rather light, knowing what was to inevitably come.

The man on the left spat up at Hux, who was closest to him. “Guests? So that’s who we are now?” You could hear the venom dripping from his voice.

Hux looked rather unimpressed at the man who was chained down by his feet. “Poe Dameron General of the Resistance, notorious pilot who has killed millions in this war. He is responsible for blowing up Star Killer Base.” The brunette man glared at him before looking at you, you could see Kylo’s body shift towards him as a sign that he should watch his actions.

You point to the next chained prisoner.

“And him?” He seemed much bulkier than the pilot next to him.

“FN-2187,” responded Phasma first.

“My name is Finn,” spat the man.

Hux continued with his debriefing, “FN-2187 is a General of the Resistance. A defective stormtrooper traitor who has killed his own brothers and sisters in battle. He is partially responsible for the destruction of Star Killer Base.”

“And her?” You pointed to the next prisoner.

“Rose Tico, chief engineer of the Resistance. She and her family fought against the First Order when we annexed her homeworld, and she was crucial to the evacuation of the old resistance base.” Hux seemed rather displeased in particular with her.

“And what about them?” You pointed to the last prisoner.

“Noor Abdallah, a chief information officer of the Resistance. They have foiled many of our attacks by intercepting communications between ships, they helped with the destruction of Star Killer Base.” So this was Carter’s match? A Resistance fight, someone Carter had been dreaming about for years. Someone who now seemed to waste their life before they ever got a chance to meet their other half.

You stepped back for a moment watching your husband pace in front of them. They seemed to regard him as a higher status than you. Something he was not.

FN-2187 pleaded to him, “Rey wouldn’t have wanted this.” Rose seemed to agree.

“You think I cared for the Scavenger? I killed her.” So they thought she could be a bargaining chip to reason with the beast? She held no candle to you, you were the Empress, and she was a dead sand rat. You were his match, and she was nothing.

Poe now seemed to reason with him,  “Leia wouldn’t have wanted you to do this.”

“And what do you know of my mother? She sacrificed herself to save me and her. You know nothing.” Bringing up his mother was a terrible decision on his part. What good did this pilot think he was doing? Did he really think he knew his mother better than he did? Ignorant and cocky is a dead man’s wish.

You were sick and tired of the prisoners ignoring your presence. “So these are some of the people who have outsmarted the First Order for so long?”

Hux responded in kind, “Dameron’s a damn good pilot and FN-2187 was trained as one of our own and was once very promising.” It was noted to you that he did not speak of the others at this point, you wonder just how many squabbles the two men had won against the First Order before you arrived.

You kept your voice aloof, “I see. It’s a shame they choose the wrong outcome in life don’t you think? Working for the Resistance, harboring chaos, defying me? What do you think my love?”

This caught Kylo’s attention, you could see he was shaking with anticipation and power. He wanted blood and now you would let him have it.

“Kill the pilot, the traitor, and the girl. As for Noor, send them to reconditioning, and then to Earth, there is someone there that doesn’t deserve to lose them just yet. Maybe they will reconsider unwise life decisions from now on.” You saved their life for your former friend Carter. You weren’t all heartless, but you knew whoever sided with the Resistance would still call you that. When your back was turned to head out of the room, you heard the crackle of Kylo’s lightsaber and the sound of bodies hitting the floor, you didn’t stick around to see the aftermath, rather you chose to go back to your quarters to prepare the treat you had promised him.

When you arrived you headed immediately to the bedroom where you pulled it out of a closet and laid it on the bed. While he was away, you had asked Vicrul and Ap’lek to fetch it from wherever he had chosen to hide it. It wasn’t a toy for you, but for him. Something to tame the beast for a short time. Something clad in tight black leather that the knights seemed to be fond of. You don’t know if Adlez had sparked the idea within them or if it was something they already enjoyed that she was the perfect outlet to share it with. But the present came with a little accessory, a black riding crop, something to instill obedience within the beast.

You had a newfound confidence that paired nicely with your new ego, your new self. You heard the door to your chambers open and the rush of booted footsteps. He was eager to see where you were, to receive his treat. He entered the bedroom with his helmet on, something you hadn’t considered before, but something to possibly explore at a later time. With the crop in your hand, you ordered, “Strip.”

The helmet came off first with a thud to the floor, his eyes fixated on the instrument in your hand. You could feel his desire pooling around you with the Force, his protection bubble revealing his underlying moods and wants. You watched his eyes grow dark as he obeyed your command, his breathing deepening and his arousal evident. You could tell that the beast was underneath the surface. Once he obeyed your command, you made a simple order again, “Kneel.”

He was already half-hard and growing more erect by the second. You stepped closer to him, his eyes followed you wildly, like a predator watching its prey. You leaned down next to his ear and said, “Now, I believe I promised you a treat for all your hard work. Your knights were so kind as to deliver me our wedding present. I think it’s high time we use it don’t you think? I think my beast deserves it.” You watched his body ripple with pleasure, trying to contain himself, trying to obey your orders.

You grabbed the toy off the bed, “Lean forward.” If it was anyone else, you would have had them lean against the bed for support, but he was just that, a beast. His strength could hold him for however long you needed him in a certain position, his monstrous strength and resilience would make sure of that. The black leather hugged his arms beautifully as you strapped him in and tied him up, the binder allowing you to have full control of the situation at hand. He still had the Force of course, but he seemed less inclined to use it now. Not wanting to disobey you. He was leaning into your touch, desperate for your warmth.

You took one look at him all tied up and were satisfied. “On the bed, on your knees, back to the headboard.” The beast was going to get some training today before you let him free. He scrambled to obey, and he was a sight to behold. He was now fully erect but frustrated at the lack of friction. He moved into the spot you wanted him in. Over the last few days, you put in a simple work order, you needed a few anchors put in the wall. One on each side of the bed and one in the middle for this exact purpose. You grabbed a sturdy chain and hooked it to the anchor and then to the ring in the binder. This would not hold him if he chose to go completely feral, but if he obeyed you, it would serve its purpose. Now your guard dog was chained up, and you were just about ready to let the beast loose.

He tested the chain, as you slowly and teasingly stripped in front of him. The beast wanted to touch you, to take you, but right now you were too far away for that to happen. “Does the beast want a taste?” This earned a snarl in reply. His eyes were wild, and his body was vibrating. You moved in closer. You brought the riding crop against his cheek, the only form of contact between you two at the moment. He wasn’t pleased as he bit the end of it, “Now, now, only good little attack dogs get their treats.” He let go of the crop which you then lightly whacked against his cock, earning a yelp and a thrust of his hips. But he didn’t seem to dislike it as you watched his lower ab muscles clench and his cock twitch. He looked like a wild chained up animal.

You moved in closer, but just out of reach, even though his hands were behind his back you wanted there to be distance yet. “Now are you going to be a good little guard dog and obey me or will you need to be punished some more?” The snarl you received seemed to encourage you to keep punishing him. You randomly whacked him in the abs, ass, thighs, face, and cock for a bit. You could see the pleasure rippling through his body, and the occasional moans of pleasure supported that. You rubbed the head of his cock with the tip of the crop, spreading the pre-cum around. After a few more hits to the dick, he came with a force. His seed covering both of your chests and stomachs. You then wrapped your arms around him and ordered him to clean you up.

The pleasure you received from giving his punishment and his attention and sucking of your breasts, got you close to the edge. You were enjoying everything as much as he did as you leaned back away from him and finished yourself off. On display for him, with your fingers buried in your own cunt. You could hear the chain creak as he pulled against it, wanting so desperately to touch you. But you came too fast to allow that. Once you caught your breath you stared up at him. He was struggling against the hold, desperate for you. You got up and brought your fingers to his lips, allowing him to clean them off before you ordered him to move back on the bed. “Clean me up.” You watched as he eagerly obeyed. His tongue, lips, nose, and teeth buried into your folds cleaning up your fresh juices. The beast loved to nip at the tender flesh, whereas Kylo just kissed and sucked, both had their advantages, but right now it was the beast’s turn.

Once you were confident that you were cleaned up, and that he was just eating you out now you ordered him to stop. Which seemed like it was difficult for him to obey but he did reluctantly. “Stay put.” You got up and moved behind him, propping yourself up on pillows. “Turn around.” He looked wild as he followed orders. The beast was waiting. You spread your legs open for him. His re-hardened cock twitched at the sight, you watched him breathe in and out jaggedly, attempting to keep what little control he had.

You swallowed back your own desire as you commanded, “I want your cock.” That seemed to flip the switch. Even though his arms were chained up behind him, the power of his hips was enough to cause you to scream his name. He thrust deep and hard into you, the beast giving his full power as he relentlessly pounded into you. The grunts, groans, moans, and growls filled the air as the sound of skin slapping filled the room. He bit and sucked at any flesh he could get, marking you up. It didn’t take long for both of your orgasms to crash together. He let out some sort of howl as he did, his name being screamed on your lips. For a few minutes, the beast seemed satisfied.

You struggled to get up, now wanting to unrestrain him so you would at least have one round with him free. He snarled at you as you tried to get up, thinking you were leaving him there. “No, I want to let the good guard dog go. So he can have some freedom.” Your fingers trembled as you removed the straps and undid the ties. You couldn’t really feel your lower body anymore, but you could feel the empty sensation of him not being inside of you. Once he was free it took only a few seconds for him to grab you and slam you back down on the bed. His feral side took over as he aggressively took you again. This time his thrusts hand more purchase as he was able to hold on to you, and the headboard. His hands occasionally groped your breast but they mostly were buried into the meat of your ass.

He filled you up completely, taking no pause as to fuck you deep and hard. The beast is using his full power now. You had promised him a treat and now your tight cunt was delivering it to him. If someone were to walk in on you now, they would probably think a wild animal was fucking you, but it was him. Holding you down, taking you as his own prize. Your breasts are barely able to bounce properly to meet the speed of his thrusts. All you could do was moan like a desperate whore at his deep hard pounding. He locked on to your g-spot and didn’t give up even after you orgasmed. He was looking for two for one as he continued his unrelenting pace. Which he was granted as you finally came together, being filled with his fire you felt completed.

He collapsed on top of you, seeming to hog all of your personal space, completely wrapping around you. It felt protective and possessive as he seemed to use the last of his energy to cover you in kisses. You fed your beast with your own pleasure. He was sated for now. You were now the Empress to the galaxy, and he won that for you.

A/N: Let me know what you think? Two more chapters after this. 

[stone-man-warrior]

May 14, 2020: 7:25 pm:

May 14, 2020: 6:04 pm:

I just returned from a shopping experience in Dystopia, Grants Pass Oregon, where all of the seventy-five-thousand US Citizens who once lived in Josephine County Oregon, were all killed, and replaced with a terror army of impostor citizens who assumed the names of the murdered US Citizens they killed. The impostor citizen terror army is lead by the Screen Actor Guild, and SAG gets their marching orders from Great Britain, for the purpose of taking over USA by force, with a kill & replace strategy of all of the US Citizens in USA. The impostor Canadian terror army also assumes the VOTING status of the US Citizens that they kill, and the Canadian army VOTES for Screen Actor Guild terror leadership shill candidates that are put on the voting ballot by SAG leadership. Nancy Sinatra is the Screen Actor Guild president, and it is her and her associates that make casting arrangements for the shills on the ballots, the same way movies are cast with characters. The #SAGcoup, as I have come to refer to the take-over began in around nineteen-seventy-one, and was planned long before that. Read this account to learn more, there are more than five years of eye-witness terror reports here, no one has asked me one single question about any of it, despite the fact that I report here regularly that I have killed many terror soldiers in defense of my own life and home. My family has all been killed by the terror army, I was unable to protect them. The terror army supplies impostor actors who call me on the phone from time to time, and pretend to be my family members, and that is a typical tactic used by the Canadian terror army, after they have made surveillance recordings of the marked family being exterminated. The impostors on the phone are able to gain a wide variety of information, and they do a lot of mind games to the victims they call, including calls from a hospital from a family member (impostor) who explained there has been a horrible accident, to get the remaining family members to go to the hospital to see the loved one who called. The fakery results in the murder of entire families at the hospital. All of the hospitals in Oregon have been hijacked and are in control of the Canadian terror army, under leadership of the Screen Actor Guild, and SAG works in league with Great Britain, to eliminate the USA, take over Mexico as well, and replace the region currently occupied by Canada, USA, and Mexico, with a new Communist Kingdom called French North American Republic Territory, where Mitt Romney is scheduled to be the first King of the new nation, and Justin Trudeau is scheduled to become the first Prime Minister. Although Romney is to be King, it's the Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau that will be the leading power, and operate the new nation, FNART, under guidance of the British Throne, and British Parliament, primarily, House of Lords of the United Kingdom is to be the controlling party.

I am the last remaining US Citizen in Josephine County Oregon. I may be the last remaining US Citizen in the entire state of Oregon that has not been killed or captured by the terror army.

No help has come. There are no signs of helpful people anywhere.

I went to:

6th Street Market

Walmart

At 6th Street Market, there were no terror assassins there to greet me, as they usually are. One terror operative, other than the terror soldier clerk, cams into the store as I was paying for my items, a woman about fifty-five years old, she saw me in the store as she entered, and then began to cry our loud. I assume that the woman is a relative of one of the terror soldiers that was killed this past week at my home, saw me, and then realized that if I am alive, and her terror associates did not return after one of the attacks this week, then she knew her terror family must be dead, or injured someplace, unaccounted for. That's the way it appeared to me. The women did make any purchase at the store, she came into the store, saw me, went to the back of the store crying, then left the store just a moment after I left the store.

At Walmart, many people followed me around the store, and in fact, I was followed to the store from the moment I left my driveway by the people that were doing the fake tractor and tree work at the Lorena Chapman terror cell. A dark blue Dodge Dakota Crew Cab truck with “4x4” graphics on the rear sides of the truck bed.

The parking lot at Walmart was no more or less filled with cars than it usually is, however, inside the store, there were about three times the usual amount of people inside the store. Most of the people in the Walmart were wearing some kind of face mask, and many of them went out of their way to make the face masks appear more creepy then they need to be. I refuse to participate in the fake “Corona Virus” bullshit, there is no virus, it's a terror attack on USA, and is being lead by the Screen Actor Guild by Donald Trump from the White House, and also is lead by the SAG shills that already took over all of the fifty state Governors Offices, and others.

In the Walmart, I always walk around explaining what I know about terrorism at the Walmart, as if I am talking to federal agents who might be able to hear the implant that was put into my jaw in 2011. I am optimistic that one day, some US Defense Personnel will one day read what is explained here, and come to see what is going on in Josephine county. If such agents were to trust the people at the Walmart, and try to work with them to stop terror, the people at the Walmart WILL KILL THE AGENTS!

It's imperative that such US Defense, or National Security personnel stay alert, and know that the Walmart and all of the other stores in Josephine County Oregon have been taken over, and are in control of the terror army, and that army is composed of trained actors, who's primary job is to fool public safety personnel. THEY ARE VERY GOOD AT DECEPTION AT THE WALMART.

One of the most important things that happened today, happened at the mailboxes on Jackpine upon my return from the shopping experience today. I encountered what appeared to be Richard Chartrand of 376 Jackpine, who is a Oregon State Police Impostor, and in reality is a Canadian Mounted Police, disguised as a Oregon State Police, and is EXTREMLY DANGEROUS MAN. Richard Chartrand is the single most deceptive human being I have ever encountered.

I saw him, or someone who looks like him, driving a black Honda Accord at the mailboxes as I returned. He was in front of me, I was in my car, it looked like Chartrand opened my mailbox, but it so quickly, and there are so many mailboxes there, I cannot be sure that he did. If I was absolutely certain that I saw anyone open my mailbox, I would kill them on the spot, and without hesitation.

The important part of the mailbox today, is that the US Treasury sent me a notice in the US Postal Mail, it was sent on April 29, 2020, and I just received it today. The notice says that my “Economic Impact Stimulus Payment Has Arrived”. That's an important document, and it took fourteen days to reach my mailbox. I say the Richard Chartrand had the letter, and put it back where it goes, in my mailbox, after stealing it earlier in the week. That would partially explain why one of  the group of  terror intruders that came into my home this past week, were demanding that “Chase Bank is going to need that stimulus payment returned to them (the bank)”. I killed, or badly injured those intruders that day, and was not interested in anything they had to say to me, I was only interested in defending against terror intruders, and that is what I did, but I do recall that statement about stimulus being returned to Chase Bank.

It's also important to consider that I never signed up, or applied to receive any stimulus that I may be entitled to, I felt it was too dangerous for me to apply, or even to use the internet to find out how, or where to apply. I assume that the stimulus was simply sent to certain individuals of a particular US Treasury relationship as I already have, as do many other US Citizens. However, it's also possible that an impostor applied for the stimulus payment using my name and other personal information. I don't know, but I do know that JP Morgan Chase Bank in Josephine County is under control of the terror army that took the bank branches over, and are operating the bank as if no take-over occurred. The use the Chase Bank branches as a killing field, and also to launder the false commerce that feeds, houses, arms, and supplies the Canadian terror army.

Fourteen days to receive US Postage from the US Treasury is excessive amount of time, and is highly suspicious of a terror murder plot detail.

That's all I want to report. Please send help, I have much more to say about the terror take-over.

End terror report: 7:23 pm.

This entry written in external word processing software, to keep Richard Chartrand from stealing it, or manipulating the details within.