#jeedai

[itstimeforstarwars]

Oooooh so many good options. I'd like to hear anything you'd like to share about ANY of the following, just pick your fave Korkie and Adonai (gal) quin and ben (gal) ani rarepair stranded/trapped/single dad Korkie doesn't usually come to these (gal) TT ben and ashla b&e mace deager go brr kittens mandos and jetii sleeby deeby aug 27: children (korkie deage)

I did TT ben and ashla here!

I'll do a few of these ones for you!

Korkie and Adonai

This one takes place later in the Galidraan au. Korkie notices that Palpatine is taking a keen interest in the younger members of the Mandalorian delegation, most notably Ben. He doesn't know a whole lot about Palpatine other than he became an evil magic emperor after the end of the war--and that whenever Auntie Satine noticed that Anakin Skywalker was going to see Palpatine by himself, she'd always done everything she could to delay or redirect him. Korkie doesn't know what to do about him, and he's pretty sure that Myles and Jango would get themselves killed if he told them what he knows, so he goes to a Mandalorian that he knows won't immediately resort to violence--his grandfather. And if he has to tell Adonai the whole truth in order to get him to believe it, he will.

:) I'm so excited for this one tbh. It comes after Korkie's managed to get himself hired as one of Grandpa Kryze's bodyguards, after he's managed to meet the members of his family he'd never had a chance to and become a somewhat trusted friend to them--and now he's about to take the biggest risk and tell them everything he knows to protect the kids in their care. It also takes place shortly after baby Korkie is born, which I think adds an interesting flavor.

Ani rarepair single dad

Time travel fic! Anakin gets tossed into the future from the clone wars to shortly after A New Dawn. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are there too, but they've been turned into little kids. Kanan and Hera are broke down in this city, and Kanan ends up inviting Anakin and the kids to stay with them while he helps Hera fix the ship. Eventual Kanerakin.

Kanan used the Force to hear whatever the little kid had to say.

"Me klop you," it muttered in Huttese. "Da do Jeedai."

Kanan's heart froze for a moment. That's a Jedi, the kid had said.

He grabbed his space beer and drained it. "I think I'll go talk to them," he said, with a grin at the bartender. "With genetics like that, the kid's parent has to be a real looker."

"If they slap you, I'll give you something to drown your sorrows in on the house," the bartender said dryly.

Korkie doesn't usually come to these

Myles gets Korkie to spend the holidays with the Tenaus. Some of Myles's older siblings have questions about why Myles is raising Korkie's younger siblings.

AKA when Myles meets the kids, they tell everyone that they have "no family that would recognize them" and when Korkie enters the picture, Ben introduces him as his brother. Now Derry and Throckmorton want to know why the fuck Korkie's younger siblings ended up abandoned in the snow on Galidraan and who the hell Korkie thinks he is, exactly, and what his plans concerning Myles and the kids are now. :)

aug 27: children (korkie deage)

Some Mandalorian archeologists find an abandoned Jedi Temple on Mandalore (post war, good ending). Korkie ends up interacting with one of the artifacts they found, and it turns him into a child. Satine calls Obi-Wan and Cody to come help. It was originally written for a Codywan week, but it immediately became codyobitine, so I've been working on it as its own thing. Korkie is Force-sensitive! So is Bo-Katan! No one is happy about this!

"Oh," Satine said, suddenly much less alarmed. "Yes, he did that sometimes as a child. But that's not Force-sensitivity, all children do that. He grew out of it by the time he was six."

"Wha--Satine!" Obi-Wan said. "All children most certainly do not do that!"

"Of course they do," Satine said. "My sister did the same thing when she was little, and you certainly wouldn't call her Force-sensitive."

Obi-Wan put his hand over his mouth, likely so he didn't say something that he would prefer six-year-olds did not repeat.

Finally, he said, "I cannot kriffing belive Bo-Katan is Force-sensitive!"

"Hey!" Korkie said judgementally. "Dush miit'e, t'ad waadas!" [bad words, two credits!]

There was silence for a moment.

Then, Satine and Cody burst out laughing.

This is one of my favorite wips and tbh I should work on it more often. It's just fun.

[taariikh24]

Wax ka ogow Sheekh Axmad Yaasiin | Aasaasihii ururka xamaas

Sheikh Ahmed Ismail Hassan Yassin oo loo yaqaan Sheekh Axmad Yaasiin waxa uu ku dhashay tuulada Al-Jura oo ku taal duleedka magaalada Askala ee la haysto ee Falastiin bishii June 1929kii (ama January 1, 1937 lama hubo), waxa uu ka soo jeeday qoys aad u wanaagsan kuwaas oo ahaa beeralay iyo kalluumaysato, Aabihii wuxuu dhintay isagoo shan jir ka yar. Mar uu ku ciyaarayay xeebta Gaza badhtamihii…

[yuuzhanvong77]

BLUNTLY: The Grysks are client species like the Chazrach.

Grysks are nomads, lost in the Chaos drifting to survive and have done this for millennia. They have large ships that they live in — families. There are other species that live their lifestyle.

GRYSKS — GRIFTERS get it?

The Yuuzhan Vong are NOT grifters (unless you say Nom Anor is but he’s a cheat in general).

The Yuuzhan Vong are CONQUERING the galaxy to save it for the gods.

Ok. Wookieepedia has NEVER EVER held their disdain against the Yuuzhan Vong for years. DO NOT USE IT AS A REFERENCE AS TO WHAT IS ALLOWABLE IN THIS ASPECT OF THE STAR WARS UNIVERSE. They know this fact, and we, SWAG77 knows it, too.

Your research basis must be the Star Wars literature: books, novels, reference books, gamer books and articles, comics and more. As much as you can get. Not just what mainline characters say, but what Yuuzhan Vong characters say - Tsavong Lah, Harrar, Meezhan Kwaad, Onimi and more.

Go by Wookieepedia only, you wonder how Chewbacca was fried on Serpindal.

People say “ugly” - no nose cartilage means ugly to them? Faces like skulls? Tattoos and scarifications. Piercings wouldn’t be metal, so use something else. Other ancient cultures did.

Who created all this thought pattern or epistemology? Who made this world like this?

[igotswag77]

Returning back to our first love. Our foundation. Our base.

THE YUUZHAN VONG

All we wanted to do is tell stories on social media. Guess fans do not want that. They want to be coddled to feel bubbly and rosy as harden gsngstas characters and Sith Lord Mandalorians while having shipping love interests. It’s what all Dismaland Fandom created. The house that Rats built.

You can’t fake being a Yuuzhan Vong fan, you’re either down with it or you’re not. Stay in the fandom you know that’s on TV and movies since you’re uninterested in reading Legends. Fandom will be easier for you that way. Being scholarly and studious is too hard - too strenuous for your brenzlit kind of fandom. You’ll just get confused and angry.

Fact is, I like and reblog/share/Pinterest info I like. Grief for liking and sharing and being called a thief and pedophile is not Star Wars or it’s fandom for as long as I’ve been in it. Because I’m a strong believer in staying in character I don’t respond much to the accusations. Some do not deserve to be dignified.

But... here’s how the YUUZHAN VONG would respond:

INFIDELS like you would have to claim your trash is art that I used as an example how polluted mentally ill invalids foam at the mouth with their aspersions.

And you’re the one who wants to be assfucked and dick sucked by a fictional sacrilegious character. Blue does it for you blasphemers? You know we can shape you to coloblindllness so that’s ALL YOU SEE... careful what you wish for, addicts.

[yuuzhanvong77]

We told you about these INFIDELS didn’t we?

Jedi-isms

What Jedi say: Emotions lead down a dark path.

What Jedi mean: Calm your tits before you hurt somebody.

What Jedi say: The Force shall reveal the time for action.

What Jedi mean: Nah.

What Jedi say: I sense darkness in you.

What Jedi mean: Hey, asshole.

What Jedi say: The Force works in mysterious ways.

What Jedi mean: That’s the worst question I’ve ever heard.

What Jedi say: I will meditate on your words.

What Jedi mean: Go fuck yourself.

[liger-martial-arts]

How my wife and I communicate on May 4th... #maythefourthbewithyou #eventhoughitsnottherealstarwarsday #jeedai https://www.instagram.com/p/BxDaUYagYbK/?igshid=zu844u2pk4eq

[asynfulsoul]

And what’s Mezhan Kwaad without Vua Rapuung?

Yeah I guess this is going somewhere. Watch this space.

“A salute to the Jeedai, a salute of blood!”

[taariikh24]

Wax ka ogow Sheekh Axmad Yaasiin | Aasaasihii ururka xamaas

Sheikh Ahmed Ismail Hassan Yassin oo loo yaqaan Sheekh Axmad Yaasiin waxa uu ku dhashay tuulada Al-Jura oo ku taal duleedka magaalada Askala ee la haysto ee Falastiin bishii June 1929kii (ama January 1, 1937 lama hubo), waxa uu ka soo jeeday qoys aad u wanaagsan kuwaas oo ahaa beeralay iyo kalluumaysato, Aabihii wuxuu dhintay isagoo shan jir ka yar. Mar uu ku ciyaarayay xeebta Gaza badhtamihii…

[yuuzhanvong77]

Did you read Greater Good, yet?

Yorik Strohnas pass by... ZHAELOR!

Maybe I'm not the only person who spotted this, but I feel like Zahn REALLY wanted to make the Yuuzhan Vong canon.

I mean...Yuuzhan Vong? YV? "Yiv" the Benevolent, with shoulder tendrils that wriggle along with his emotions? Damn, Tim, that was not at all subtle

[yuuzhanvong77]

For years, the group we are in, Star Wars actors Guild 77 —SWAG77 (swag77.com) was extremely heartbroken when the NJO became Legends. That rumors swirled that characters like us became meaningless. It was severely depressing.

Because BBB and I just discovered one way the Yuuzhiees could be shown to the fan public with minimal ridicule. Fans ridiculed YV fans cos they were scared in how we appear. That’s “OOOOOHHHH SOOOO SSSCCCAAARRRYYY” 🙄🙄🙄.

I didn’t think our public display marketing plan would work... I just thought it was hilarious because well we take a few truths from RL scenarios and we organically naturally alternatively eco-friendly the ideas for environmentally salvation and devotion for climate change action — reduce our Carbon footprint from pollution —shown through ritual religious observances.

Star Wars fans that hate us, YVs, when confronted with that don’t know what to do. FACT.

We can show you on our site: yuuzhanvong77.wordpress.com, Facebook and more on Patreon due to the proprietary nature of most of our articles: patreon.com/SWAG77/

Our stuff that worked was hard to create and worldbuild. We did get a lot of putdowns and ridicule for it. But we have strong literary and biological basis for our actions. These can directly question some toxic fans’ beliefs.

This post is our transition back into the full YV game. It seems SWYV fans are running into the same difficulties as we did. If you are interested in how we do it — use your villip organ and invert it.

YV fandom starts at Story and Pics. It’s philosophical—religious basis needs to be created, developed and produced. Our group has written a few fanfic pieces, but there must be more.

Fanfics are a great way to express fandom. And so is worldbuilding with a huge risk - at any moment it can collapse but with strong foundations it can’t be eroded away or lost due to time weathering.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

DC

Sneaking out for Superhero Teenagers: a Guide by White_Tiger94

Bruce has rules about his kids meeting other heroes. Namely, that they shouldn’t. But Tim needs to take care of a problem in Central City, and Bruce is out of town. So what's the harm in sneaking out of town and doing it himself without letting anyone know. What could go wrong?

Batkids meet the Justice League!Fic

All For The Game

One Thing Right by notyouranswer (gorgeouschaos)

Nathaniel spends five years as a Raven. Kevin never gives Andrew a reason to live. Nathaniel and Andrew still find each other.

SVSSS

What's A King To A God? by Zizzani

Part 1 of System Override

On a mission with Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu, Mobei-jun meets an unfortunate end.

Shang Qinghua seizes his authorial rights.

Clone Wars

what your heart used to be by draculard

Obi-Wan never lets his friends know when he's injured.

Ahsoka wonders why.

Wizard of the Jundland Wastes by phoenixyfriend

“Jeedai,” someone hisses, fear and wonder and confusion in one.

“He saved one of our own,” Madame Lilliroot snaps. “He’s been nothing but kind, and he lives alone out in the Wastes. That man came here to get away from trouble, and we’re not going to ruin that for him just because we now know what the trouble was. Am I clear?”

It takes a moment, but everyone nods eventually. They’re used to hiding runaway slaves, if they have the room to put them up, and lying for the sake of others if they don’t. They can hide a runaway Jedi, if that’s what Ben is.

“Nobody speaks a word. Not to the Hutts, not to traders, not to family, not to troopers. Nobody talks.”

poisoned chalice by qigiined

“Hello, padawan Kenobi,” Master Dooku says, kneeling down and offering Obi-Wan a hand to shake.

Obi-Wan’s eyes follow him. He says nothing even as he lowers his head and takes Master Dooku’s hand. Master doesn’t let on, but Qui feels a little blip of intrigue at Obi-Wan’s size, or rather, his lack thereof.

“My name is Yan Dooku,” Master explains, “I am the master of your master. I sent your master an invitation for you and him to join the rest of our lineage for a meal. How does that sound to you?”

“No,” Obi-Wan says.

(Dooku organizes a dinner party for his lineage. Qui-Gon struggles the the fallout of putting his youngest apprentice's welfare before his master's demands.)

Bonding Rituals by blackkat (+ podfic)

Cody smirks, tilting his head. “Sounds like Fox has a date,” he says, and Rex is suddenly, vividly reminded of the fact that Cody and Fox are batchmates. Something must have gone wrong with the cloning process there, because that much asshole in one batch should be physically improbable. For a moment, he almost feels sorry for Fox.

Then he remembers that Fox yelled at Fives last time they ran into each other during an escort mission on the front, and decides that he actually doesn’t.

What you hear is not silence by Lady_Iwa

When Obi-Wan Kenobi and Mace Windu get a rather insistent Force-vision directing their attention to the Rishi base, the last thing they expect is to find a Force-sensitive clone who may very well change the course of the war.

Or: Ghost Company gets five new shinies, Obi-Wan gets a padawan, Cody gets a new perspective on things, and Mace gets a (many) headache.

handpicked by smilebackwards

“Boil,” Cody called over the voice comm, because this was getting ridiculous. “Why is everyone comming me that we need to name the ship the Negotiator?”

“Oh,” Boil said. “Yeah, about that.”

[phoenixyfriend]

Tread Upon the Wind (and Chase the Sky)

Read on AO3

This got long enough that I needed to split it! Written for Day 6 of Anakin Rarepair Week: Unfettered Anakin/Freedom Trail

I call this ship Windwalker

-------

It starts, of course, with rumors.

Most problems from the Outer Rim do.

Mace is not the one sent to investigate. He is the kind of knight dispatched to end civil conflicts and broker peace treaties in their wake, not the one that goes chasing rogue Force wielders that they aren’t even sure actually exist yet.

Then the mines of Kessel fall.

--

At twenty, Mace has been a knight for two years. His knighting was early enough to cause titters, but he doesn’t think anyone can fault the work he’s done since then.

Well, Qui-Gon can, but that is because he is a menace.

(Just because they’re former crèchemates, and Qui-Gon happensto be nine-and-a-quarter months older…)

Mace is dispatched to Kessel. It’s a desolate area, for all that the southern half of the planet is lush and verdant. The despair that clogs every breath is only just starting to dissipate after centuries thick with it. Everywhere he looks are newly freed slaves, and there are Jedi Adjuncts from the Service Corps peppered among the populace. Mostly, they are medical, removing chips and healing the soft tissue damage of months in the same chains, but EduCorps are here, too. Not all the slaves are comfortable with droids, and so the Jedi Adjuncts are there to translate and smooth the refugee process; the Republic Refugee Program representatives are harried, but seem delighted to have gotten access to this wretched place for the first time in living memory.

The Adjuncts point him to the office of the former slaves’ chosen speaker.

“He was not one of yours,” the Rodian woman tells him. “He was very clear on that, even though, or maybe because, he carried a saber like yours. Had a pair of Mandos with ‘im, too.”

“What color was the saber’s blade?”

She eyes him. “Every single one o’ you jeedai have asked us that.”

“Unfortunately, saber coloration is often an indicator of intent,” Mace says. It’s more complicated than that, but he’s not going to willinglystart that discourse with a civilian who probably couldn’t care less. “As none of the Adjuncts saw fit to stop me, I can assume it wasn’t red, then?”

She shakes her head. “Blue. Mando armor was blue and white, if that helps?”

He’ll have to reach out to the Temple’s current expert in Mandalorian culture and affairs. He doesn’t even know who that might be. “We’ll look into them as well, madame.”

They discuss it a while longer, and Mace has to deflect some very pointed questions to the effect of ‘why did the Republic not interfere with our abuses before?’ Those answers are even longer and more convoluted than explaining kyber, and just blaming the Senate for refusing to fund a supplemental military and judicial force to pursue anti-slavery initiatives and aid the Jedi’s ongoing, existing projects in Hutt Space is… generally unwise.

He takes his leave, and finds the security holos.

--

“Oh, so it was Skywalker.”

“That means nothing to me,” Mace says. Plo is probably smiling behind that mask of his, and he certainly gives off such a feeling in the Force. That little shadow of his, the eleven-year-old human padawan known as Tholme, remains solemn. He stares up at Mace with wide, dark eyes, and says nothing.

(They’d all known Plo would be the first of them to acquire a student. It was inevitable.)

(Qui-Gon’s gotten himself a half-trained padawan, though, from a recently dead master, and so he’ll probably be the first to knight one.)

(Petty bastard.)

“Mm, we’ve been following up on sightings for a while,” Plo says. “Actually, Tholme’s been helping with this one. Tell Knight Windu what it is we’ve found so far, Padawan. Reports practice.”

Tholme looks up at his teacher, and then straightens his back and focuses on Mace. There’s a little furrow of focus in his brow, and Mace smothers the urge to laugh at the child’s serious mien.

“Outer Rim Force user with no known affiliation, seemingly Jedi-trained based on skillset,” Tholme says. “Accent indicates Hutt Space, but is non-specific, possibly due to frequent travel or schooling in other regions. The Mandalorians with him referred to him as ‘General Skywalker’ in at least one scavenged holo and several eyewitnesses, indicating a previous military record, though we cannot corroborate this, and cannot find said record in any existing databanks that contain information on recent conflicts. We have not gotten a name for either of the commandos, or a first name for the Force user.”

Mace is pretty sure that was memorized, word for word. Adorable.

“How do you know he doesn’t have just one name?” Mace prods. “Like you?”

“Skywalker is a slave name from Tatooine, which is where we trace some of his earliest activities,” Tholme says. “It’s a family name, not personal.”

Mace nods. “I appreciate your dedication to detail, Padawan Tholme.”

The child brightens, and Plo passes him a cookie.

Tholme, despite his attempts to maintain a grave demeanor whenever possible, is like most children. He accepts the reward with glee.

“So he’s a vigilante?” Mace asks. “No actual jurisdiction, but since he’s operating outside of the Republic, we’re free to ignore him?”

Plo tilts his head, and then turns to Tholme.

Tholme blinks at Mace. “No, Skywalker’s a pirate.”

Ah.

--

As it turns out, Skywalker has two fields of focus. Mace would almost go so far as to call them hobbies. One of them is freeing slaves, as he did on Kessel. He’s generally very careful with these, using his little strike team of three to destroy records, kill or arrest the royal family or Hutt or whoever is actually in charge, and set up the absolute barest government before phoning in the Service Corps.

He has not, Tholme explains, failed to call them to come in and sweep the mess clean yet. The Senate finds this suspicious, and keeps asking if the Jedi are secretly bankrolling this maniac. They are not.

The Senate, supposedly, does not hate Skywalker’s work. Ending slavery, they agree, is generally a good thing. Only, he’s causing some massive and unexpected price hikes for these luxury goods…

Tholme rolls his eyes, and Mace has to nod solemnly in agreement to avoid laughing at the boy’s irritation at adults in politics.

The other hobby is the attack, ransacking, and mockery of Trade Federation vessels.

It’s very targeted, Tholme explains. He never attacks solo ships, or even the intrasystem transport companies. It’s always either the Trade Federation, or the crime syndicates.

“He says the Federation are basically a crime syndicate anyway,” Tholme intimates. “The Senate got really mad about that one.”

“I see.”

Mace isn’t sure if he agrees, but at least he knows what he’s dealing with now.

The good news, Plo tells him with a smack to the shoulder, is that Skywalker almost always leaves the Federation employees alive.

“Like little fish,” he says, and it’s a direct quote. “So they can come back big and strong with a better meal.”

Mace has a terrible feeling about this.

--

Mace is assigned to find and ‘capture’ Skywalker, at the Senate’s request.

The Council tells him to just establish a line of communication and call it a day.

This is going to be awful, and he knows it.

“I can come with you, if you’d like,” Qui-Gon offers. “Feemor hasn’t been to the Outer Rim yet.”

“I have, Master.”

“Yes, but have you been to Mon Cala and Christophsis and Eriadu, or have you been to the Outer Rim?”

Mace rolls his eyes. Feemor just sighs. “No, I have not been to the stereotype of the Outer Rim, Master Jinn.”

Qui-Gon ruffles the teenager’s hair with the grin of a bastard. “See? We shall accompany Knight Windu on his adventure.”

“That’s really not necessary,” Mace says, but he knows it’s already a lost cause.

“We’ll be packed by the fifth bell. Come along, padawan!”

“Yes, Master Jinn.”

(Continue on AO3)

[yuuzhanvong77]

Hehe. We don’t live as nomads. The gods brought us here to cleanse the galaxy from their sins with sacrilegious filthy abominations.

Besides, dafuq we care about a CHEESSS (Chiss’) name? He can be shaped or brought to sacrifice.

(That junk in Thrawn Treason — Thrawn used his full name, and it scared the Grysks. The power of the Chiss would not scare Yuuzhan Vong because dying would bring them closers to the Gods with a battle cry: Rrush’hok ichar Vimi’hok — die well, brave warrior).

Bring us closer to our gods, Brenzlits. It is the price of pain, and pain is a gift to us.

Update on the Grysk

Calling them canon version of Yuuzhan Vong is a grave insult to the Yuuzhan Vong, because the Grysk are infidels who use technological abominations.

[itstimeforstarwars]

Wip Tuesday, from a oneshot I'm working on:

~

Kanan winked at the kid, and it startled, nearly dropping its nerfburger. With wide eyes, it tugged on its parent’s coat. The stranger’s hood tilted downwards.

Kanan used the Force to hear whatever the little kid had to say.

“Me klop u,” it muttered in Huttese. “Da do Jeedai.”

Kanan’s heart froze for a moment. That’s a Jedi, the kid had said.

He grabbed his space beer and drained it. “I think I’ll go talk to them,” he said, with a grin at the bartender. “With genetics like that, the kid’s parent has to be a real looker.”

“If they slap you, I’ll give you something to drown your sorrows in, on the house,” the bartender said dryly.

Kanan laughed with humor he didn't feel and wandered over to the table, inviting himself to sit down. "Evening, sweetheart," he said, laying the flirty drunk on hard. "Name's Kanan. Seems your kid's taken a real liking to me."

Carefully, the stranger cracked the spider leg in half, tugging the meat out in one piece. "I believe you're mistaken," they said, quietly enough that Kanan couldn’t even guess at their gender. "Ben doesn't take a liking to anyone."

"Oh, well I'm very easy to like!" Kanan said, grinning conspiratorially at the kid—Ben, he supposed—who just looked somewhat baffled and annoyed. "And if you’re looking for someone to see the sights with, my evening just cleared up."

"I'm looking for a job," the stranger said shortly, and if Kanan had to guess, he'd say they were of masculine persuasion. "I'm a mechanic with two kids to feed, I don’t have time for sightseeing."

For a moment, Kanan was confused, but the stranger held up the piece of spider meat, and a tiny orange hand shot out of the bundle and snagged it.

The cloth shifted, and Kanan saw two stubby blue and white montrals poke out.

Kanan thought a moment, but the Force prodded at him.

"You got a place to stay?" he asked. "Or is this just where your bus fare ran out?"

"I hardly think it’s any of your business—"

"My ship's broken," Kanan said. "There’s something wonky with the sublight thrusters. I'm low on credits myself, but I can offer you and the kids food and board while you fix it."

That finally got the stranger to look up at him. Most of their face was hidden by a flight cap and a huge pair of pilot goggles, but they had skin nearly as pale as their kid’s, and soft-looking lips that frowned at him in a near-exact copy of Ben.

Kanan was willing to bet that Ben took after their parent quite a bit.

"Your crew?" the stranger asked.

"Currently just me and the captain," Kanan said. "It’s a small ship, a VCX-100. We have an extra room."

The stranger contemplated him for a moment, and Kanan tried to look non-threatening. He felt the Force move over him, get his measure, and he had to refrain from reacting. Somebody here was Force-sensitive.

If he had to bet, he'd put his money on Ben.

The stranger and Ben shared a glance, and then turned back to Kanan.

“Here is my offer,” the stranger said. “For room and board for me and my kids, I will work on your ship in the evenings. I still need credits though, so during the day I will be finding other work. Good?"

"Good," Kanan said, with a winning smile.

Hera was going to kill him.

[the-obiwan-for-me]

Yeah, so, I was going to say it "kriff it" and post the first chapter of the sequel to "She Said the Word," "More Than Blood," tonight. About a week before I thought I would, but I was ready to get this damn party started!

Sadly, my very tired, arthritic hand dropped my laptop on my tile floor, and, well, looks like a new laptop is in the works and I'm not screwing around trying to post a brand new work on AO3 from my phone! So, no first chapter tonight!

But, I'm bummed and need some serotonin, so I'm going to share a bit from the chapter!

Quick orientation: this story takes place 8 years after the conclusion of "She Said the Word."

Asks are open if you have questions or want to chat about what might happen! I'm super pumped for this story (and completely terrified, since I don't have the backbone of the Clone Wars to build upon).

Lily hit the duracrete with a clatter and a loud groan. “Kriffing hells.” She lay still for a long moment, willing the air that had been knocked from her lungs in the impact back to where it belonged. “Jare’la,” she whispered to herself in Mando’a, climbing to her feet and looking around for the kid.

She’d fallen because she’d been distracted, trying to keep tabs on the bolting, panicking kid, and now she’d actually lost sight of him. “Di’kut,” she swore at herself, taking off at a jog, reaching out through the Force, searching for a spark of primal panic. She found it, and chased it around a dark corner, only to see the kid scrambling down an access ladder.

“Come on, kid!” she shouted down, wincing at the cold tone her helmet’s voice modulator gave her. “I’m here to help!”

“E chu ta ovv, Mando!” The Rodian boy shouted up at her.

“Rude,” she muttered, while she considered her next move. She could hustle down the ladder, too, and the kid would maintain his lead and she would continue to chase him until he either slipped away in the night on this stink hole of a planet, or run right square into the people she was trying to protect him from.

She could jump, again, as it was only three or four stories, and actually pay attention this time, stopping herself from hitting the pavement quite so hard.

She wished she could use her jetpack- that always made everything easier- but the stinking humidity of Nal Hutta had fucked up the compressors and she’d yet to find time to recalibrate them.

She jumped.

Calling the Force to her, she willed the molecules of the air around her to condense and cushion her. The air ceased to rush past her, and she touched down lightly at the base of the ladder, just as the kid was turning from it and coiling to sprint away.

If it was possible, his shimmering black eyes went even wider and he froze.

“Uba’laz jeedai!”

Lily held her hands up, trying to placate the terrified boy. She thought she’d been told he spoke Basic, but all he’d spoken so far was frantic, rough Huttese. Lucky for Lily, she’d been taught frantic, rough Huttese by her brother.

“Nopa prawda! Dobrah pateesa.”

His eyes traveled up and down the length of her, truly studying her for the first time. “Come on, kid,” she pleaded.

In an instant, he made up his mind. With frightening speed, he ran headlong into her, tackling her at the waist, and they both went tumbling to the ground, a tangle of limbs. He landed a few good hits into her ribs from atop her, but, unfortunately for him, Lily was exceptionally trained in hand to hand, and this kid was just a wild mess of aimless fists and elbows.

In two, swift decisive moves, Lily had flipped their positions and pinned the kid to the ground, his arms trapped to his sides. “Be still. Shulu stidd.” She fished out a tiny holoprojector as the kid fussed and wiggled under her, hissing a string of some of the filthiest Huttese she’d ever heard. “You’re making your mothers awfully proud, kid,” she growled as she activated the projector. Two Rodians flickered to life, and the kid suddenly fell still and his face softened, his terror washing away.

He listened quietly as his mothers implored him to come with the Mandalorian. That they weren’t angry, just frightened for him. Lily felt his intention change and shift, so she scooted away from him, sitting on the ground, pulling him up to a seated position, sat beside him, placing the projector in his hands, and watched him quietly. He played the message twice more before turning his large, black eyes to her.

“You’re really here to help me?” he asked in Basic.

She nodded. “I really am.”

“I’m in a lot of trouble,” he whispered.

“I gathered.”

Stay tuned! I will be posting the whole chapter soon!

[yuuzhanvong77]

A little fanfic headcanon drabble something we’ve written: https://swag77.com/2021/04/12/my-interface-with-biological-cognition-chrysalis/?amp=1

The point is YVs moved planets’ orbits to change climates for their purposes: to Vongform or to destroy. If the Vongformed (terraformed), they planned to live with large biots, such as Damuteks. If they planned to create shipwombs to grow ships (destroying a planet and use its natural resources as growth media).

That’s enough to make Dark Side Force Users, especially Sith, rather angry.

I’ll never not be disapponted by the Yuuzhan Vong. They’re supposed to be these monstrous beings outside of the galaxy and the force, using horrifying organic technology, but what we get are just weird BDSM space orcs who hit people with living snakes and other dumb shit. It’s just so lame.