#much to leia's chagrin

[brokenhardies]

im definetly going to write some leia in the school holidays (remember, its kind of a 2020s remake of 17 again but also kind of an original found family story)

[ontherocks21]

Thoughts From Hyperspace:

I think it's pretty widely accepted in the collective AU headcanon that Anakin would be the "fun" parent while Padmé would have to be the default disciplinarian. But I can't help thinking that after she doles out whatever timeouts, reprimands, or groundings are likely deserved, Padmé retreats to their bedroom to hide and to cry from the parental doubt that plagues her in the immediate moments thereafter.

Was she too harsh? Is she doing this thing right? Why is being a mom so hard?

(If you don't think this is a real thing mothers (and likely fathers) deal with, I'm here to tell you, IT IS 😭)

Not long after her disappearance, Anakin finds her, his own chagrin driving him as much as her dismay resonating like outward ripples in the Force.

As he rounds the corner, Padmé looks up at him, eyelashes wet and betraying her even as she swipes viciously at them in an attempt to hide her falling tears.

His heart goes out to her instantly, as do his arms.

"Hey c'mere," Anakin says, tucking her small, quivering frame under his chin.

She goes to him easily, willingly. Necessarily.

"They hate me, Ani," she sobs miserably into his chest.

"They do not hate you," he soothes. "They're just mad right now because they didn't get their way."

Padmé sniffs in his embrace, and mumbles, "You could help once in a while, you know?"

"And suffer the wrath of little Leia?" Anakin shakes a little with smothered laughter. "Ummm, no thank you. Have you seen her death stare?"

Padmé glares up at him, thoroughly unamused. Anakin's tries and fails to flatten his growing grin.

"Well," he shrugs, the smile turning devilish at the edges. "Can't say she doesn't come by it honestly."

His pretend shudder finally makes Padmé laugh as well.

Which was really his goal the entire time.

[1-800-local-slut]

The Scientist

Leia is sick of Poe risking his life, and decides it time for him to learn the amount of work others put to keeping him and his team in the air.

Warnings: none really, just shy Poe.

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Shy!Black!Scientist!Fem!Reader

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This is my first time writing, so please go easy on me, I hope anyone who reads this enjoys! Please let me know what you think. <3

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Even in her old age, Leia walked fast. In fact, she may have been running down the cordier. Poe Dameron himself struggled to keep up with her but given the hard slap he just received part of him thought he was just concussed. 

It was right after he had returned from being MIA for three days now and they were starting to give up tracking his X-Wing. Sure, he strayed off his flight path to recover a comrade and got them back but got sent spinning right into enemy fire but he was fine so no harm no foul right? Wrong. 

When he returned, General Leia was standing over a man who was working at a computer that seemed to be tracking his X-Wing (that was now abandoned in a random solar system much to his chagrin) and everyone was quiet. He watched Leia look down in sadness when the little dot on the monitor went out, his X-wing now detonated. He naturally broke the silence with the bag of chips he was chewing on. Leia’s relief to see him was replaced very fast when she realized he was not injured, or deceased or anything else but standing there perfectly fine in some new (stolen) clothes and eating a bag of chips. She quickly took her hand to his face, to which he winced and stifled a noise. Wasn’t the first slap she’d given him, probably not the last.

He was a bit more offended than he’d ever tell her that they were that worried. Like c’mon. He’s Poe Dameron. The First Order couldn’t kill him if  he was right in front of them (a proven fact given how many times he has been right in front of them and came out perfectly fine) but still accepted the harsh slap. Now what was he chasing her down the hall for? Simple, after the slap:  she growled at him,

“You’re grounded.” 

An air of shock went through everyone in the room. When she stormed out, he started after her and that was 30 seconds ago. Even now, she’s way ahead of him and he knew better than to run up behind her.

Grounded. Poe couldn’t believe it. He was a grown man, grown as hell. So grown he had even grown a beard in the three days he was out there unattended. And now he was grounded? So what was he to do, sit in his quarters all day? For how long? Could he still go out with his friends? Was he stuck on base? Was he stuck on planet? Why was he pondering this so hard? Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and he stopped as well.

“Grounded?!” He asked her, his brown eyes swirling with confusion.

“Grounded.” She repeated staring up in his eyes. Her face looked tired, annoyed, irritated. He could see if she was anything, she was not in the mood.

“You went off your flight path mid mission and you disappeared for three days. You didn’t contact anyone, you lost your X-Wing, and you came back eating a bag of chips? Everyone on this base works hard. Not just you. When you shoot off into the sky and have very little regard for the care or stress you're putting onto your comrades I have half a mind to discharge you. Even worse, you lost one of our X-Wings, which means we’re short one. You seem to have very little regard to how much work goes into making sure you can stay in the sky.” She glowered, staring down her nose at him despite being far shorter. 

“Okay, I see your point but, and just hear me out, BUT I came back alive, completed my mission, AND saved Green-2. Sooooo balance!” 

He frantically tried to explain to her. Oh God, it would be so embarrassing to be grounded, a grown ass man. Finn certainly wouldn’t let him live it down. Rey? Please, he may as well go back to being M.I.A. They still hadn’t returned from their own missions but he knew whatever mood they came back in, this would make them feel 1000 times better.

“Poe. My decision stands. You will not fly off this base, you will not leave this base, you won’t even open your window.” Now her voice was very stern, emphasizing the words ‘will’ and ‘not’ with each sentence. It made him shiver.

“I’ll clean the toilets after dark if I have to! I’m a grown man, General please?” He pleaded, almost ready to get on his knees. 

“After dark, huh?” She said softly, her gaze lightly softening and a mischievous look taking place over her angry one. 

“Any time!” He exclaimed, nodding his head quickly. His black hair flopped against his forehead in loose curls, his desperation glaringly apparent.

“Come with me.” Turning her back to him again, she resumed her fast pace and Poe couldn’t help but sigh quietly.  Another fast and seemingly long walk.

⭐⭐⭐

After opening two doors, going down into another level he’s never entered before, Leia led the pilot to a large area with glass panes peering into rooms on each wall. Light green fluorescent lights shone under the white floor in long lines. The glass seemed to be tinted the same shade of green but had rows of circular lights on the ceiling.  

“Where are we?” He asked her in genuine amazement. In all his time, he never saw this place, through all the light speed jumps and everything else. She just glanced up at him. He was truly amazed but part of him was still terrified. He wiped his sweaty palms on his gray shirt and all he could think about was the fact that he’s gone three days without a shower. He could only hope he smelled semi-decent, as it seemed he was about to meet someone new.

“Do you know how your blasters are modified, who makes the medicine, who powers our entire base and keeps your ships running?” She asked him as she led him past one of the glass windows and he saw a messy office. He looked to his right and saw another one but they were both empty.

He stayed silent as they approached another glass window. On the left, was an empty and semi-clean office with modules, blasters, cups, notebooks and more strewn about. On the right? Pure chaos.

A tall laser stood being manned by a very short girl with blue hair curled on the sides. She had a round face with thin lips and gray, slanted eyes. She wore a white jacket with gold lining that overlapped over her chest and was neatly pressed. It pressed to her slim figure, highlighting her lack of shape and curves. In addition she wore a black leather skirt with no stockings and a pair of red boots with black socks that went up to her shins. A pair of goggles were snapped over her eyes with a pair of big, heavy duty black gloves.  She was standing on top of a pile on a long desk that looked wildly unstable and she looked very tired. Her pale skin was smeared with grease stains. She also had crumbs all over her face, like she was curtly cut off while eating. The laser she was manning was on at a very high voltage and another girl sat at the desk. 

She had a beautiful head of curly hair that emphasized her face and simple make up. A large poofy afro that framed her face and a headband pinned her hair back to keep it out of her eyes. She had brown skin that reminded him of his own eyes and plump lips. She was…beautiful. She looked intently at the table, like she was in competition with the laser to see who could burn a hole through it first and her eyes themself enticed him deeper. Just looking at her made his stomach turn in the oddest way. She had deep bags under her eyes and she looked so tired she nearly looked angry. Unlike the other girl, she wore a plain spaghetti string tank top, a black leather pencil skirt that stopped at her mid thigh and black stockings. Her clothing clung to her curvy figure, accentuating every curve and outline of her. Poe also couldn’t help notice she was barefoot. It’s not everyday you see barefooted women on base glaring at tables, so how could he not notice? A similar jacket was swung over the back of her chair and had two pins on it that he couldn’t make out well. She wiped sweat from her brow. She held a strange button and clicked it occasionally when the other girl would say something, and it didn’t seem like she could see him. 

Behind her, there was a tall dark skinned man. He had black hair that was shaved and brushed into waves and wore two shiny studs in his ears. A defined jaw that looked exhausted added to his handsome qualities. It seemed exhaustion was a common trait around here. He has the same coat as the other two but with a lab coat over it and circular rimmed glasses. He was writing something down on his clipboard at every single click of the button. Poe swallowed, wiped his hands down his front and suddenly felt incredibly nervous about Leia’s intentions.

“This is the science department. That girl on the table is Merca, that man is Forian, and as for her?,” she pointed a finger at the woman sitting at the table.

“She’s the head commander of this department.’’ Leia informed and this made him gulp in fear. He was starting to wish he took the grounding. 

Forian said something with a shocked expression, the two women looked at him blankly, then glanced back excitedly at each other. The Commander jumped up from her seat and screamed. Merca turned off the laser and jumped off the desk into the other girl's arms. They spun around and Forian joined in on the hug. They jumped around in excitement and then the Commander lost her footing, they all screamed and fell over. A floury of papers rose up from the ground. They all stood up laughing and hugging each other, seemingly giving congratulations. Then, Merca yawned and took off the thick gloves and goggles. Forian slipped off the lab coat and gave an especially tight hug to the Commander. They both shook her hands and smiled at her. 

“It’s time for you to say hello.” Leia’s knowing voice broke Poe out of his trance. She opened the door and she stepped in. Poe hesitated outside the door but took a deep breath and swallowed. Whatever this punishment, it was better than being locked in his bedroom or on base until Leia feels he learned his lesson. He took a bold step into the cool room and took in the sight in front  of him. The room was messier than it had appeared outside, there were scribbles of math that Poe couldn’t even try to wrap his head around written all over the place. 

Merca noticed them first. She opened her eyes while hugging the Commander and gasped before she hit Forian in his back and he turned around seeing Poe and Leia. Both scientists made a face that looked like they’d been caught breaking some deeply important rule. It made Poe laugh but he stifled it. Then, the Commander turned.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice was soft, and calming. For some reason it reminded him of when he would lay next to his mom and she would speak to him like he was the only thing in the galaxy. 

She turned around in confusion, and then went completely stiff. A look of shock that made him struggle not to laugh befell her face as she yanked her headband off and her hair fell down over her eyes like bangs. Pushing it back onto her head, she smoothed out her clothing and tried to look the most presentable she possibly could, like she didn’t just fall over a few minutes beforehand.

“Good evening General Leia. How may we assist you today?” The Commander bolted forwards to ask standing up perfectly straight. She seemed to ignore him, and that was all he wanted. Oh, he was so embarrassed, he felt like a kid being scolded by his mom infront of his friends. It was like every noise was modified. The humming noise of technology in the room, the rustle of papers still settling on the floor. He wished he could just be swallowed up into the floor.

“At ease Commander. As you know, this is Poe Dameron. He’s grown a bit restless in his position.”  Leia announced the man to the shorter woman but Poe was suddenly getting cold feet. Maybe it was the deep shame he felt. Was her plan to go around telling people he was a moron? That’s certainly humiliating if that was her plan.

With this, she glanced up at him and he avoided eye contact with her out of shame. He stole a quick glance, her eyes met his for a slight minute and he went back to avoiding eye contact. Curiosity filled her eyes as she slightly tilted her head. Leia was staring at him, the Commander was staring at him, the other two were staring at him. So many people just stared at him, and he was not fond of the attention.

“Commander, to commend you for your hard work, I’d like to reward you. You’ve been doing some important work, trying to create new gear for our troops. And you're so kindly assisting the medical team since we’ve been short some nurses. You are a very busy woman, no?”  The woman flushed in admiration. 

“I’m honored to help, it’s truly no issue.” The way she said it flooded with humbleness and behind her Merca and Forian began to whisper softly to each other. 

“Well, I still can’t feel right knowing you’re down here slaving away for the sake of helping keep our base running and pilots like Mr. Dameron up in the air. How about this? Until we can find someone to help you with all those busy tasks of yours, Poe here will be your personal assistant.” A sly grin came across Leia’s face and shock came across the scientist's face. Her jaw fell open and then closed, like she was struggling to find words.

“No, I don’t want to be a bother.” She protested quickly but Leia wasn’t having it. Placing a hand on the small of her back and leading her away she began to speak to the Scientist in hushed tones Poe couldn’t hear. He frowned deeply. A personal assistant. That’s something he never expected. Here he thought she was going to take him to be experimented on. But somehow this was worse. It was really nothing against a personal assistant, or against the woman herself. This was just so out of left field, even Leia seemed particularly proud of this idea. He should’ve taken the grounding.

Merca gasped softly and hid behind her hand as she and Forian began to immediately gossip about the situation. His cheeks burned with shame and he fought the urge to hide his face in his palms. Poe couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch the young woman be talked into accepting Poe as her assistant in front of him.

“Oh no! It’s fine, I don’t mind helping. I wouldn’t want to distract from his busy schedule.”  And Leia shook her head again, and once again insisted.

From here he’d have to be a kinder person. If this were him and he were given an assistant to handle his work indefinitely, he’d jump. Hell, he’s even pulled one too many all-nighters and considered breaking down Leia’s room door to cry about it to her. Yet this woman was refusing his help and he wanted to kiss her ass for it. 

However, her protests were for naught. Leia persisted, she moved strands of the scientist’s hair out of her face and smiled warmly at her. 

“No, he truly is excited. He’s decided that he just needs a break from constantly risking his life.” Her curt tone instantly silenced any protest. How do you protest General Leia? The simple answer is: You don't.

Anyone who knew Poe knew the General was lying through her teeth. Poe loved risking his life! It was number two on his list of top five favorite things, number one was always surviving after risking his life. Number three was watching shitty soap-dramas.

“Well…if he doesn’t mind.” The woman mumbled and glanced back to face him. She looked embarrassed and Poe almost had to ask her why SHE was embarrassed, like she was the one who had to become a P.A. until Leia decided he wouldn’t be.

“Of course he doesn’t, do you Poe?” Leia snapped her fingers and motioned for him to come close to her. He took a few long strides, still trying to keep his confident appearance up but he was still burning up with shame.

“Of course. I’m so excited to observe your hard work.” He said stiffly through gritted teeth. His brown eyes caught her wide eyes and she began to fidget. She nodded her head.

“Any more objections?” Leia asked her and the scientist now had a warm blush across her face as she stared at the floor and shook her head no. Poe sighed and muttered a ‘no.’

“Good. I’ll leave you to it.” She smiled once more, turning to leave and regally strolling out of the room. Poe considered chasing after her and begging her to let him clean the toilets.

[redrascal1]

In Disney romance is dead.

My advice for anyone who loves a good romance - you won't find it in Disney.

They are known for making some of the most romantic animated films of all time - Beauty and The Beast (90s version) is a classic example.

But recently Disney have been pouring cold water on romance in their movies.

And, believe it or not, the rot began waaay back in 2010 with of all things Alice in Wonderland.

It was a delightful film. Most of all I loved the chemistry between Mian Wasikowska's 'old soul' Alice and Johnny Depp's charming but tormented Tarrant Hightopp (aka Hatter).

I was saddened when at the end she returned to 'real life' and to a life without romance, but heartened when they announced a sequel...only for Alice to once again leave Wonderland, this time for a reason I found appalling - to look after her mother, an unpleasant woman who showed little affection for Alice - and she also had another daughter she was much closer to.

Any reason to keep Alice and the Hatter apart for ever.

And please - don't start with the 'Johnny is too old for Mia' crap, because this isn't about Johnny and Mia, but Alice and the Hatter, and Alice was the more mature one!

But, since AiW I have noticed bit by bit romance in Disney productions is dying.

Mulan - the live action version removed the romantic lead.

Star Wars - Han and Leia's relationship had come to an end. Finn/Rose is quashed in TROS.

And of course, 'Goddess of Jedi Dogma Rey'......doesn't need a boyfriend. Doesn't need anyone and anybody, apparently.

Now it has happened with Loki.

Loki, Thor's tormented God of Mischief, will spend eternity trapped in a tree with no one to love him. Because these days it seems that there is no redemption but death.

Waaaay back in my 20s I was an avid reader of the Dragonlance books. My favourite character was Raistlin Majere. Physically frail but incredibly strong willed and powerful, I pitied and despised him in equal measures when I first started reading the books, but my opinion changed dramatically when he did one thing.

As the heroes were escaping danger Raistlin suddenly went back, to his friends' chagrin, and returned with - Bupu, the little gully dwarf who had been their guide. And who the big, strong men - had completely forgot about. And the only one willing to risk his life to save her was Raistlin.

I started to love his character then.

Probably one of the most tragic figures in fantasy I desperately wanted Raistlin redeemed. Don't get me wrong - he did some terrible things. But, it all came from a place of pain. And I wanted him to get a 'happy ending'. Because this is fantasy folks - and if you can't find happy endings in make believe, where can you find them?

But ultimately....he didn't. I was devastated.

But, there was always Star Wars.

Not anymore.

The Skywalkers are all dead, along with Han Solo. And apparently Adam Driver confirmed in a recent interview Ben aka Kylo...was never meant to be redeemed. That he was meant to die evil.

And also...Harrison Ford actually didn't want Han to die in TFA. Despite years ago wanting to kill his character off, Ford over the years mellowed a lot to him.

Abrams wanted him to die at his son's hands so we, the audience, would hate Kylo. That we would cheer his death. That we would embrace Rey as his replacement.

But they made a drastic mistake.

Because Rey - is a bore.

She may tick the boxes but she is frankly utterly unmemorable as a hero. She's an archetype.

The most memorable character was Kylo. And the 'reylo' romance was the highlight of the ST. No matter how much Finn fans moan. No matter how much the 'woke' criticised it. Because Rey was at her most interesting when interacting with Kylo.

And it wasn't just we fans of it who noticed it - Rian Johnson did.

And the critics did.

But, Disney refused to listen and gave us TROS. Now they intend to continue with their soulless heroine in a new film, or series of films, whilst removing the prince from their forthcoming LA Snow White.

Why?

To satisfy #metoo, who apparently were the 'consultants' on the LA Little Mermaid? Which underperformed at the BO?

Frankly, to quote Rhett Butler ....I myself don't give a damn.

Bad enough that Raistlin had a sad ending. Bad enough Loki did. But Star Wars, the film series that had at its heart a message of hope - sorry Disney, SW was the last straw. I loved it for forty plus years. I was 12 when I first saw it. I was 54 when I watched it die with TROS.

Disney turned Lucas's saga into a horror story. And it was meant to be a fairytale.

Fairytales have happy endings. Real life is often heartbreaking and disappointing. Fairy Tales are our escape.

Disney, once the master of fairtales....have completely crushed them.

No romance. No love. No forgiveness.

No redemption but death.

If all someone can expect is that....why bother 'turning good'? Why bother at all?

[shrinkthisviolet]

your oc receives a vague text from an unknown number - it could be a mistake but it has some unnerving details: what do they do?

Morgan: it would ofc freak her out. She might tell Barry…but if this is in s2 and beyond, she might try to nip this in the bud herself first. The trouble is, although she’s pretty good at defending herself, she’s not very intimidating—confrontation in a fight is something she can handle, but…eliminating the possibility of this person continuing to stalk her requires intimidation that she doesn’t have. So Barry would likely be the one to threaten them into stopping…and ofc he’d insist on teaching Morgan enough safety tips that she can avoid this happening again (Iris, ofc, would’ve already been strengthening Morgan self-defense).

Exceptions: Future!Morgan (bad s5 future) would absolutely be able to nip this in the bud all by herself (she doesn’t really have anyone else she can lean on anyway), and ofc so would RF!Morgan (who also doesn’t have anyone to rely on). Ofc, even Main-AU Morgan, when years go by and she’s an adult settled in her own life, would also be able to settle this herself, without needing to call on any of her support system. So really, it’s either experience, necessity, or both that eventually puts Morgan in a good position to issue any necessary threats and settle her scores herself.

Reyna: it would definitely freak her out, especially since it would not only be her at stake, but her father too. She’d tell him about it, get a new phone and destroy the old one (can’t be too careful), and be extra vigilant for a while. And, ofc, block that number preemptively on her new phone. Nora doesn’t understand why Reyna’s suddenly being hypervigilant, but that’s because Reyna’s not allowed to tell her too much that might reveal to Nora who Barry is…and telling her that her dad’s a meta (and that she secretly is too) might spiral into that.

Of course, if this is during s5 when she and Nora are time-traveling, then she’d be extra terrified because an outsider knowing their plan could threaten everything. She and Nora would both be careful…and it would give Reyna more reason to keep to herself, much to Nora’s chagrin. Especially since she doesn’t really have enough money that works in this time to buy a new phone

Amelia: assuming this is post-NWH, those vague details would unnerve her mostly because they’re not totally solid memories (it would be stuff about Peter, most likely). She’d brush it off as someone playing a prank, especially since, as far as she’s concerned, who would want to pick a fight with her of all people?

(Lucy is ofc exempted because texting isn't a thing in the GFFA. They probably have a similar thing (rapid text communication would be essential), but like...most people would take the more direct approach anyway when it comes to threatening Lucy or Luke, in a way that can be solved with simple combat. Leia’s a more attractive target for sneaky blackmail)

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A little doodle of cat-ified young adult Kote-Ah and Reva from my ‘Kenobi Family AU’. (Context: This is them probably right after the Empire falls/after the end of episode 6)

While all of Obi-Wan’s kids (Luke, Leia, Reva, and Kote-An) are close, Reva and Kote-Ah definitely have special bond. Even though Reva is the oldest of the kids, and Kote-Ah is the youngest and closer to Luke and Leila’s age, they are especially close.  Part of it was the year before Kote-Ah was born. Reva was helping Obi-Wan take care of the twins. While she loved the twins, a ton, she felt as though Obi-Wan might not care for her as much as them. They were the children of his past Padawan and friend, and she was just a random Jedi initiate he felt obligated to keep safe (this isn’t true and Obi-Wan later tells her so when he finds out she feels this way). But when Kote-Ah is born she is the second person to get to hold him (Obi-Wan first) and he tells her she is his sister. She already conceptually accepted that she was now adopted family to Luke, Leia, and Obi-Wan, but something about getting to hold this new life just after it was brought into the world, after having seen so much death in the past, makes it real for her. So she bonds with Kote-Ah right then and there, and as they grow up they stay bonded.

Though, that doesn’t mean they don’t harass the hell out of each other. Kote-Ah inherited Obi-Wan’s sass and quick wit and Reva is naturally full of sarcasm and has a dead-pan nature. So they regularly snip and sass at each other, and it can come across to outsiders as if they hate each other. But they don’t, they care deeply for one another and they just like to show their care by endlessly ribbing each other (much to Luke and Leia’s chagrin’s. Leia: ‘can you guys please stay on topic and stop bickering for five minutes). 

So long story short: if anyone else except Luke, Leia, or Kote-At tried to put their arm around Reva like this, she would have dislocated their shoulder lol (ALSO DON’T SHIP THEM, THEY SEE EACH OTHER AS SIBLINGS)

(sorry I still haven’t fully plotted out the lore/plot of this AU during episodes 4-6, so I can’t write any of it down in detail yet)

Extra: also yes, they both have some facial scars from the rebellion/events of episode 4-6 Extra Extra: ALSO, yes Kote-Ah has two ear piercings. Luke, Leia, and him all got their ears pierced together (they tried to convince Reva to do it too but she was not-having-it™)

[the-force-awakens]

resistance personnel headcanons

oh you thought I was kidding? no absolutely not, I never kid about my kids. I've been obsessed with the Resistance since 2015 but especially since the tail end of 2020, and I've amassed a lot of hcs about the Resistance kiddos since then, so here's a handful of them (below the cut because bestie even succinct, this is gonna be lengthy)

tallie and paige are girlfriends

cova nell is kalonia's niece and joined the resistance to follow in her aunt's footsteps, albeit in a different capacity, and is inseparable from her best friend tabala zo.

iolo isn't around or in black squadron because he's assigned with a small squadron to the anodyne to protect their medical frigate

yolo and bastian are casually together

snap and kare were love at first sight basically and Poe used his commander status to meddle a little to set them up which definitely isn't an abuse of his powers, no sir.

beaumont has actually been with the resistance prior to the battle of crait; he's estranged/cut ties with his family entirely, and finds a surrogate father in statura. beaumont is also trans <33

kaydel is known to get hyperfocused on her work and tends to forget to eat, so black squadron starts something they call "the kaydel protocol" where one of them checks on her when they have a chance, and make sure she's ate something.

(she is their unofficial little sister and they will kill for her)

for all his bravado and good looks keep scoring them new recruits, Poe has a reputation around base for being an unofficial big brother to most of their members, same as Snap.

Snap and Tallie have a silly little routine where they fight over the last cup of caf every morning in the mess (if Snap wins, he splits it with Tallie, but Tallie is not so merciful)

movie nights ARE common, because one of the pilots pirates holovids from the holonet and everyone gathers around to watch a movie - there's a rotation of who gets to choose the movie. everytime jess is in charge, she picks a horror flick (much to poe's chagrin)

poe hates the medbay (bad memory association) but he regularly sneaks in to anonymously leave Harter some flowers. He thinks he's being real sly about it, but in actuality Kalonia knows they're from him and thinks it's sweet and just plays along with it.

they definitely have at least two designated unofficial places for romantic entanglements that couples sneak away to

high command could not give two shits about who is fucking whom so long as jobs get done, seeing as the rebellion was far, far worse and most of them come from the rebellion.

the astromech pool secretly hate working on black one, because it's a pain in the ass to repair, but no one has the heart to tell poe (even if they weren't afraid of being tased by BB-8 for blabbing)

everyone's just a little bit in love with each other, it just varies if it's in a friendship way, a romantic way, or a sexual way.

ackbar sometimes slips up and calls poe "lieutenant" when he reminds him of Shara

dejarik matches between ackbar and leia are common

statura loves hot cocoa and always has a stash on hand and shares it frequently with his friends.

(he and leia are besties)

beaumont and poe are buddies and have done research together on the old jedi, and were shocked to uncover decades old erotic romance novels about them (<- things that do exist in canon, can you believe?)

suralinda and poe were a couple back in the flight academy, but it was short-lived, but they're amicable exes that remained besties

d'acy often commiserates with the younger officers when their significant others are away, and offers them some comfort from her own experiences of missing wrobie when she's away on missions.

[alderheir]

                           moisture clung to the back of her hand as leia drew it across her brow, sinking onto the elaborately carved bench which thankfully appeared around one well-appointed garden turn.   painted lips curved earthward, a soft, chiding voice which sounded much like one of her late aunts echoing in her head.    ( you wouldn’t be sweating now if you had simply not run.   what princess sprints across a garden? )    grimace deepening, the senator allowed herself the most ungraceful of all movements: a full slump, leaning against the sturdy back.

                           relishing in how the relief stone bit through her thin gown into her spine, she let her head tip skyward.   this, this was something real, unlike every interaction since she opened her heavy lids this morning.   what was keeping her here?

                           obligation.

                           the same which kept the mantle of alderaan’s senator upon her shoulder, which led some tens of thousands of beings to still declare her princess even though nothing of their world remained.   the role which made her so attractive a candidate to the queen mother.   what could be more prestigious a match than to an heir presumptive who could never have total loyalty to their throne… because their throne no longer existed.

                           the faint brush of a mind against her expanded senses functioned like a fly caught on a spider’s web, leia straightening, composing herself into something merely mildly tired in a heartbeat.   just in time for one of the hapan courtiers to round the grassy bend.   out of no obligation to rise, the hint of a smile faded onto her lips, easily cloaking herself in sheepish chagrin.    

                           ❝  have i been gone that long already?  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— @delugenal 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓

[delguy]

Dale is about to lose another outfit! Like good villains in all media, the first thing the baddies in Flash Gordon do when they have Dale Arden in their clutches, is to issue her a new, much scantier wardrobe. Dale and Ronal, who have shared a mutual infatuation, are enslaved together. Ronal ends up in manacles in a dungeon while Dale is given a gown with a plunging neckline and a long slit that exposes a lot of leg to wear. Later, the giant put the moves on Dale, much to her chagrin.

Elsewhere in the strip we see a typical "good girl art" pose that would be replicated by every comic book artist of the thirties and forties, and the hairstyle George Lucas ripped off for Princess Leia. Remember Lucas first wanted to make a Flash Gordon film but could not obtain the rights. He was a big fan of the Alex Raymond strip, as was the man who won the bidding war for Flash Gordon -- Dino DeLaurentis.

[quietresistance]

─── a full + complete accounting of the many misadventures of 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 , much to her chagrin .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 )

ㅤㅤㅤ@yunharlaquin / jaina solo ── jedi knight , daughter of han + leia ㅤㅤ ㅤ@alderheir / leia organa ── princess of alderaan , rebel leader ㅤㅤ@bornesorrow / padmé amidala ── senator of the chommell sector ㅤ@warsavant / mitth'raw'nuruodo ── grand admiral of the galactic empire ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@ofpolitics ── politician + royalty multimuse , low activity ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@ofblasters ── soldier + spy multimuse , low activity ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@ofsquadrons ── pilot multimuse , low activity ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @oflightsabers ── force users multimuse , low activity

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ @warrued / connie kincaid ── ca:tfa , u.s. army nurse

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 )

ㅤㅤ@donutdollie / margaret fulton ── oc , historian + arc clubmobile

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ@coeursainte / ella tremaine ── multi inspiration cinderella ㅤ@creaturational / elizabeth bennet ── pride + prejudice , low activity ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @vi0letnce / violet sorrengail ── fourth wing

[vi0letnce]

─── a full & complete accounting of the many misadventures of 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 , much to her chagrin .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 )

ㅤㅤ@yunharlaquin / jaina solo ── jedi knight , daughter of han & leia ㅤㅤㅤ@alderheir / leia organa ── princess of alderaan , rebel leader ㅤ @bornesorrow / padmé amidala ── senator of the chommell sector @warsavant / mitth'raw'nuruodo ── grand admiral of the galactic empire ㅤㅤㅤㅤ@ofpolitics ── politician & royalty multimuse , low activity ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@ofblasters ── soldier & spy multimuse , low activity ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@ofsquadrons ── pilot multimuse , low activity ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@oflightsabers ── force users multimuse , low activity

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ @warrued / connie kincaid ── ca:tfa , u.s. army nurse

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 )

ㅤㅤ@donutdollie / margaret fulton ── oc , historian & arc clubmobile ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@quietresistance / katherine harris ── oc , journalist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ@coeursainte / ella tremaine ── multi inspiration cinderella ㅤ@creaturational / elizabeth bennet ── pride & prejudice , low activity

[abriefingwithmichael]

Adequate, likeable.

The Red and Kitty scenes are the best. Red gets all the funniest lines.

Andrea Anders is a great addition to the show.

The kids are alright, I suppose. Still haven’t totally warmed to them. This non-story story didn’t help.

6/10

[theloneliestshipper]

How do you feel about leia/boba/cara dune?

Oh dang. Leia and Cara have the perfect reason to know one another, and Cara could have easily come across Boba in her mercenary work. Put the two of them on a job and they just happen across Leia in a *tiny* bit of trouble as per usual and Cara is all “we have to help her,” and Boba is immediately “NO” but then Cara is like “joke’s on you, we’re doing it anyway.”

[thebirdandhersong]

1. THINGS THAT WERE BEAUTIFUL AND GOOD:

STUNNING cinematography. The red on white in the battle scene was quite striking.

I thought Finn and Rose being arrested for parking violations was the funniest part of the story

Rey finally gets told to her face that she IS projecting her desire for family on older mentor figures. Will the story do anything with this? Probably not, but it was good for her to have that revelation.

the fact that “Let the past die. Kill it if you have to” (Kylo's line) is deconstructed and proven wrong again and again. The past is not dead and he is unable to kill it--much to his own chagrin. (Figurative and literal.)

the stable boys and stable girls on the casino planet. Especially the scene at the end where the Force-sensitive little boy looks to the stars and holds his broom like a lightsaber. THAT scene was one of the few that really felt like it belonged to Star Wars.

BB8 is always a delight

“The greatest teacher, failure is”

the parts that are actually FUN. Like Yoda giggling and swinging his legs. Like the jail guy (well, at the beginning, anyhow).

Leia is a sort of mother and mentor figure to Rey and Poe, which was really heartwarming to me

Luke kissing Leia on her forehead; Leia’s first words to Luke since her son went bonkers being, “I know what you’re going to say. I changed my hair” and Luke saying that it looked nice this way (these were very sweet scenes and there should've been more Skywalker sibling moments)

2. THINGS THAT WERE UNNECESSARY AND ANNOYING:

too much CG, not enough practical effects

(licks finger) "it's SALT!"

Luke Skywalker's character and everything the plot did with it

the flatness of the characters I thought would be central to the story, namely Finn and Poe

the script. The SCRIPT. The actors carry it. They're such good actors (Adam Driver, Oscar Isaac, and Domnhall Gleeson in particular stood out to me here) but they're given so little to work with, which felt like such a waste.

some incredibly bizarre lines that took me straight out of the story (such as Rose's line about the 'lousy beautiful town'

the costume and hair design. Holdo and Rey in particular were quite bizarre to me, as was most of the hair decisions for Rose. I will say prop design was very well done at certain points, though

this is a movie that a lot of children went to see. On account of Star Wars being a franchise that is partially targeted towards a certain audience, who are the main consumers behind SW merchandise and toys, etc. etc. I think this is plenty reason for there NOT to be profanity.

this is also personal preference but I think that shirtless scenes should be killed with fire

Rey is presented in certain scenes as stronger and more impressive than Luke and always surprises him or has the upper hand. This is irritating and does not endear her to the audience in any way. This felt like a different application of killing the past, which I thought was poorly done and a bit disrespectful.

the Finn/Rose romance, which is so uneven and badly delivered. It could've been developed in a believable and organic way. Or they could've kept them as good friends (as Finn grows to appreciate Rose's bravery and gentleness, and Rose starts to see Finn as a human rather than a hero). But this weird middle ground didn't really accomplish anything.

Did I like this movie? Not by a long shot. I was so fed up by the end that I was ready to give up on Star Wars entirely. The last time I felt that level of Kylo Ren-esque rage was after I watched Multiverse of Madness.

But did it make me think? Yes, quite a bit. Mostly about what I didn't like about this movie, but also about what DOES constitute a good, beautiful, meaningful story.

[firealder2005]

Whumpcember 2022 Day. 17 ICY DEEP

Featuring: Luke Skywalker Having A Bad Time. Tarkin Being An Unnamed Asshole. And Secrets Are Revealed!

also, warning. there is torture.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43598754

Enjoy!

Luke tightly clutched the fabric of his pants in his hands as he stared at the unimpressive cell wall before him.

He was really starting to regret his decisions.

He, Han, and Chewie had initially planned to rescue Princess Leia - but had been captured themselves.

He sighed, leaning against the wall as he eyed the camera in the corner of the ceiling. This whole day actually hadn’t been going to plan.

The door hissed open, and Luke straightened up, mouth tightening as the moff who had held a vibroblade to his throat entered, a sneer on his face.

“Your smuggler friend was quite adamant that he knows nothing of the Rebellion, and that he and his Wookie were only giving you and an older man a ride to Alderaan…” the moff stood over Luke’s sitting form, and the blonde boy crossed his arms and leaned away slightly.

“Oh don’t worry, this…Han Solo, wasn’t it?” the moff continued. “He was also very vocal about “going easy” on you, and seemed quite concerned for your well-being.” that knife-sharp smile was back and it made Luke uncomfortable. “However, the fact remains that your destination was Alderaan…a known rebel planet.”

That you obliterated. Luke angrily thought, recalling the asteroid field of Alderaan’s remains.

The moff crouched down until he was eye-to-eye with Luke. “Meaning, you and the older man you were with - whom I presume to be Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Luke flinched, and the moff’s smile grew. “Ah, yes, I’m afraid Lord Vader is hot on the Jedi’s trail…Vader is quite determined to kill him, you know.”

Luke couldn’t stand staring into the moff’s cold, unforgiving eyes, so he glanced away.

“Question is now,” the moff murmured, studying Luke’s face. “What to do with you…”

“I don’t know anything about the Rebellion,” Luke muttered. “I’ve never met any Rebels.”

The moff still had that thin smile on his face. “We shall see.” He stood, brushed off the non-existence dust off his perfectly cut uniform, and strolled out of the cell, the door closing with a stomach-turning thud .

Hours passed.

Or it felt like that.

Maybe only minutes had, but Luke digressed. Either way, it was a second, minute, hour too long in this cell. He had taken to absentmindedly pacing the perimeter of the cell, tracing the cell wall with his fingers.

He was so bored, but he was also terrified of what would happen if the moff came back.

The little whispers he could now identify as the Force told him that he did not want that to happen.

A low hiss made him freeze, fingers still on the wall, and he whipped his head around as the door slid open. The whispers increased in their frantic warnings, and Luke tensed as the moff entered.

“I’m sure you’ll be pleased to hear that Obi-Wan Kenobi has yet to be found,” Luke relaxed slightly at the news, but still kept a wary eye on the Imperial. “But no matter. I have some questions for you.”

Luke crossed his arms again and leaned against the wall, trying to channel the confidence he always saw in Biggs, and more recently in Han.

“How did you come to be in the company of Kenobi?”

Okay. That seemed like a relatively safe question to answer…

Luke shrugged. “He was a loner back home. Kinda a hermit.”

The moff raised a brow. “I asked how you came to be in his company, not who he’s been.”

Luke glanced away, bit his lip, and muttered; “I came along with him after your stormtroopers torched my aunt and uncle inside our home.”

The moff’s expression didn’t change, much to Luke’s chagrin. Did he have any sort of compassion? Guilt?

“How unfortunate,” the moff blatherly said. “I seem to recall a homestead on Tatooine that suffered the same fate,” he took a few paces forward as Luke blinked. “Would that be your home planet, then? Tatooine?”

The whispers were back, telling him there was danger if he confirmed, but also danger if he didn’t.

His hesitation made the moff grab his chin and yank it around to face him. “Is it?”

Luke swallowed, and let out a quiet “Yes” of confirmation.

The moff let go on Luke’ chin, and the blonde reeled back against the wall, feeling the Force coil around as it whispered danger danger danger.

The moff scoffed. “What a coincidence - for my troops tracked some Rebellion droids to your aunt and uncle’s home. They were told resistance to inspect would result in the treatment any rebel would get,” he leaned forward. “And, unfortunately, they resisted.”

Luke fisted his hands into the fabric of his tunic, but the moff must have seen the anger flash across his face.

“What were those droids carrying?” the moff demanded.

“Wouldn’t you know?” Luke answered, anger still boiling in him. “Why do you need me to tell you?”

The Imperial once again had that thin smile. “Ah, so the Rebel does have a tongue.” He grabbed Luke by the arm and threw him back onto the bench. “And I think it’s time for you to use it. Where are those droids?”

“Don’t know,” Luke muttered, rubbing the side that had landed hard on the bench.

“I think you do,” the old man whispered. “And I know how to get you to talk.” the man gestured to the open cell doors, and a small, dangerous looking droid floated into the cell. Luke eyed the many needles and points warily, a trickle of fear entering him as the moff straightened up.

“I will be merciful, and give you one last chance,” the moff said, casually folding his hands behind his back as the droid got closer. Luke instinctively leaned away, but only trapped himself in the corner of the cell, opposite the blinking red camera. He felt his breathing rapidly increase as a needle extended, the tip sharp and threatening.

“Well?”

Luke glanced from the needle to the Imperial, firmly shut his mouth, and shook his head.

“Very well. IT-O, administer the serum. Use the IC-B version.” the moff still stood there, hands still clasped behind his back, as he watched the interrogation droid approach Luke with the needle.

Luke tensed, still trying to instinctively lean away from the oncoming threat, but it was useless. He flinched as the needle entered the area between his neck and collarbone, and Luke shuddered as the serum entered his system, feeling strangely cold.

He shivered as the droid retracted the needle and drifted away. Then the moff spoke.

“Where are the droids?”

Luke opened his mouth to lie again, but a vicious wave of cold through his blood made him shiver violently, and he doubled over and hugged himself, trying to rub warmth into his arms.

“Lying will only cause you pain,” he heard the moff say. “The truth, however, will be…mutually beneficial to both of us.”

Luke only shook his head, swaying a bit, as his mind spun. He faintly heard the click-clack of boots coming near, but only softly shook his head in the hopes of clearing it. A hand grabbed his chin and pulled it up, and Luke dazedly stared at the moff’s face.

“Where are the droids?” he asked again, voice sounding very slow.

Luke’s gaze drifted down, and his voice spoke without his consent. “H-here…” a light shiver this time trickled through him, but it didn’t hurt - not like when he had tried to lie.

“On the Death Star?”

Luke licked his lips, something frantically whispering to not answer, but that rack of freezing pain made him gasp and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Admirable,” the moff was speaking, but Luke was too preoccupied with the bitingly cold pain running through his body to notice. “But I’ll ask you again - are the droids on the Death Star?”

Luke let out a small whimper, and nodded, wanting the pain to stop .

And it did. The cold was still there, lying in wait to consume him if he dared to lie again, but it was a faint pulse throughout his bloodstream.

“Very good,” the moff placed a hand on Luke’s shoulder and then said; “Were you and Kenobi trying to return the droids to the princess? To Leia Organa?”

Luke shook his head, tensing as the cold flared but didn’t erupt.

The man hummed, then asked; “Were you and Kenobi trying to get the droids to Alderaan, then?”

“Y-yes,” Luke stuttered out, squeezed his eyes tighter, wishing he would stop talking.

It was like something else was compelling him to speak, alongside the deathly coldness.

“Why are you with Kenobi?” The moff seemed satisfied with his answers, but Luke got the horrible feeling he was enjoying seeing Luke suffer. “How did you come to know him?”

The fogginess drifted into his mind then, and Luke’s eyelashes fluttered.

“He knew my father,” he quietly muttered, shaking a bit as the cold drifted through his system. “H-he was going to teach me s-since - since my aunt and uncle died.”

That seemed to catch the moff’s interest. “Teach you?” he repeated, eyes locked onto Luke’s slightly swaying form. “Teach you what?”

The whispers were no longer whispers, but screams now. Luke winced and raised his hands to his ears, hoping to drown them out, but the Imperial grabbed his wrists and yanked them back down, looking far too eager then he should be.

“What was Obi-Wan Kenobi going to teach you?” he impatiently asked.

“Be like father…” Luke shook, flinching as the screams kept their shrill sound. Why were they screaming? Who was screaming? Why couldn’t he think straight anymore? “Father was a-a-”

“Yes?” the man prompted, eyes seeming to pin Luke to the corner.

“Jedi,” Luke mumbled, feeling his eyes beginning to flutter close. “Dad wassa Jedi…”

“Your name?” the moff softly asked.

“Luke,” the blonde boy answered, chin dropping onto his chest. The man grabbed his chin again and Luke was mildly irritated. He was so tired, and cold, and he couldn’t think straight! Couldn’t he just let him sleep ? “Luke Skywalker.”

The man’s grip tightened, a sly, victorious grin on his face. “Your father’s name?” though, he sounded like he already knew.

“Anakin,” Luke mumbled, trying and failing to get his face out of the Imperial’s increasingly tight grip. “His name was Anakin, he wassa Jedi…Ben said he was a great pilot - no, the best pilot,” Luke was rambling now. “And I’m gonna be a pilot too. And a Jedi like him.”

The man was staring at Luke like the tooka who got the cream. “IT-O, administer the antidote,” he ordered, smug face watching as Luke began to nod off again. “Thank you Luke, for this… enlightening conversation.”

“Hmm?” Luke hardly heard him, his attention had been caught by the figure standing in the doorway, seemingly frozen in shock. Alongside the shock, Luke faintly picked up on other emotions coming from the man.

Anger.

Joy.

Relief.

Horror.

Resolve.

He was big, wore black, and looked like a droid. Luke frowned. Hadn’t he seen this guy before? Didn’t he know him?

Ben had mentioned him, hadn’t he?

But no matter how hard he tried, Luke couldn’t keep his grip on that train of thought.

He passed out just as the moff turned to greet the figure.

“Greetings, Lord Vader. I believe you’re now aware of some… happy news.”

[nevertheless-moving]

Unnamed Extremely Bad Plan to Defeat Darth Sideous AU - SW AU NO 9

Hopefully writing down this star wars au will help me exorcise the cringe demon that helped midwife it. Time travel au where obi-wan and Anakin come up with an extremely SPECIFIC and UNCOMFORTABLE plan to defeat Palpatine because it unfortunately, would actually work, as it capitalizes on one of Palpatine’s easiest to reach political vulnerabilities. This is not a unique plan- there are other au’s like this, but this one is mine. When searching for ways to explain exactly why this anti-sith strategy inspires such cringe and delight in myself I realized, with sinking dread, I have seen this in an Always Sunny episode...which yeah. I might be over reacting but hey, cringe is a personal phenomenon, everyone’s different.

Anyway! Uh here’s a bunch of plot that will eventually culminate in the plan. 

*Too much plot, aaaah*. **All plot actually.** ***Its 1 am and this is still a draft*** ****It’s 2am**** *****This post will be just be background I guess.*****

*******STAR WARS AU NO 9 LAZILY OUTLINED CHAPTER ONE*********

Force ghosts Darth Vader and Ben Kenobi have had time to yell at one another without need for breath, and have more-or-less come to terms with the trainwreck that was their shared life. I wouldn’t call them well adjusted, but they’re more stable then they were the last decade or so of their living existence. 

In haunting Luke, they end up encountering an artifact in an ancient Willis temple that offers spirits the chance to fix the mistakes they made in life. It doesn’t truly unwrite what’s been done, but it lets you create an alternate timeline. So this galaxy will still be what it is, but some alternate galaxy somewhere could at least have it better. Its almost never been used, because becoming one with the force usually lets you accept the past, but viewed objectively, Vader and Ben’s lives involved an extreme amount of yikes. They say goodbye to Luke and are flung backwards and sideways.

Anakin is holding his mother as she dies. Obi-Wan is landing on Genosis. 

Vader just barely manages to avoid slaughtering the tuskens. To be honest, he doesn’t really get why he shouldn’t- his moral compass is still pretty f-ed up. He’s fairly certain the force is just torturing him, but still he controls himself (for Padme for Luke for Leia).

I’m gonna say well-adjusted!Vader sees murder in general as more of a vice than a sin- on par with having a beer. And really well adjusted Vader is willing to admit to himself that he’s an alcoholic, he seriously cannot regulate, its a problem. He really can’t let himself go, because he’ll just end up spiraling. And so he restrains himself and only seriously maims a few of the adult raiders.

Vader figures he can always come back later and slowly torture them to death if this whole ‘save the future’ thing doesn’t pan out.

Obi-wan leaves his shuttle and hides under a rock for 30 minutes. He calculates thats just enough time for him to pretend he went on an extremely effective and sneaky fact finding mission- just in case anyone checks R4′s records. Gets back in shuttle and gets the fuck out of there, much to Dooku’s chagrin, who lost sight of him after the shuttle landed and is now going to have to switch to one of his alternate start-the-war plans. 

On the flight back he reports everything to the council- fallen Dooku and the separatist leaders, the trade federation and the massive droid army, Jango Fett the clone template of the republic army (?) working for the separatists. He briefly comms Anakin, but anyone hacking into their conversations would hear only a nonsensical, rambling conversation. Later, a hacker might turn over the idea that they were speaking in elaborate code, but why would Jedi invent such a thing during peacetime?

The war still starts; at this point in the timeline it was inevitable; the artifact was only designed to give them the chance to correct their own failings, not the galaxy’s. Palpatine still gets his emergency powers. 

The same day the armies are discovered, separatist war ships take off to engulf Ryloth. The Jedi are instructed by the senate to lead the clone army and provide immediate relief-this will not be a repeat of the republic’s inaction on Naboo. It’s both better and worse than the first Battle of Genosis. So many more civilians are caught in the crossfire. The first titanic battle is not contained to evacuated droid factories, but rages across an entire populated world. The battle lasts for weeks.

The main reason this fight is less deadly is solely due to the fact that General Kenobi manages to maneuver his way into high command of the entire army.

 “I believe assumptions were made since I was the first point of contact with Kamino, Masters,” the Knight explained apologetically to the arriving high council members. “I realize its not quite appropriate, but for right now I am the Jedi most familiar with our forces and the enemies. I would, of course, prefer to cede the role to someone else.” 

The assembled Jedi can feel the truth in that statement.

“For better or for worse, advance troops were directed by the senate to land planetside and have met heavy resistance. I managed to redirect them to a more defensible position, where they can provide surface based cover fire for incoming reinforcements. The battle has already begun.” He received a grim nod of approval from Master Windu.

“I feel the need to say now, that if there’s one thing I learned from my time as a general on Melida/Dann, or in working against Death Watch on Mandalore, its that having a clear chain of command is vital for a military to succeed. I don’t need to remind some of you that leadership breakdowns were what ultimately ended both the Stark Hyperspace War and the Yinchorri Crisis,” Masters Koon and Tiin exchanged looks before deliberately sending forth a small force wave of approval, understanding where this briefing was leading. 

“I believe that unnecessarily restructuring command before the battle is won here could do far more harm than good.” The reminder of Obi-wan’s unusually militaristic apprenticeship put some of the assembled knights at ease even as it inspired a twinge of guilt in the older masters. 

“In command you are, General Kenobi,” Master Yoda finally acknowledged. “A Jedi Master you will be, once done this battle is. Have us do, what would you?” 

The battle lasts for weeks, and when its over, the commanding Jedi and Troopers involved will openly acknowledge that had anyone else been in command, it would’ve lasted months, if not years. Facing down logistical, strategic, and tactical problems on a scale unheard of for a thousand years, High General Kenobi does not falter.

Enemy reinforcements seem unending. For all their preparation, every single trooper is new to war, and secretly concerned that should they fall, they will be replaced with cadets who hadn’t even finished their training.

Obi-Wan is putting out fires before they can start. Much to their shock, clone commanders are informed that they will, for the time being, remain in charge of their troops. With a handful of exceptions, Jedi ‘Generals’ were in fact, to be treated as a cross between highly skilled commandoes and advisors with abnormally sourced field intelligence. 

“All of you have spent your lives training to lead your brothers into combat. The Jedi Masters and knights who are being assigned to your divisions have not received such training.” 

General Kenobi addressed the division commanders, some in person, some over holocomm. All focused in rapt attention as their General reordered the shape of their lives using language they could understand.

“The command structure I am issuing is designed to maximize our ability to utilize our respective strategic capabilities, while minimizing potential loss of your life. It will be our great privilege to serve alongside such an army, and while I fully expect a complementary exchange of knowledge in time, for now, focus on survival.”

The Jedi received similar briefings, tailored for their broader array of combat and military experience. Some, including Jedi Master Pong Krell and Grandmaster Yoda, were pulled aside and tasked with the essential mission of infiltrating and destroying the Droid factories on Genosis. If they were to have a chance of winning this war, they they would need to cut off the seemingly unceasing flow of droid reinforcements. 

An elite squadron of Arctroopers and Jedi field operatives were covertly dispatched, Grandmaster Yoda himself in command. Considering Count Dooku had yet to appear anywhere near Ryloth...the grandmaster had the best chance of bringing in the fallen separatist leader alive for questioning.

Shortly after they left, Anakin arrived, having finally turned over Padme’s protection to her regular guard. With the military creation vote past, the assassination risk was considered minimal. The real delay in his arrival came from her repeated attempts to join the Grand Army of the Republic on Ryloth with the intent of coordinating humanitarian assistance. Eventually he managed to convince her that she could do more good in the senate. 

After all, he pointed out, someone would need to followup the military creation act with a bill to grant clones equal citizen rights. Otherwise, the legal grey area that cloning fell under and their non-republic origin would inadvertently make the clones slaves. 

His borrowed Nabooan cruiser entered the warzone with the grace and efficiency as a small neutron bomb.

Those close enough to see its flaming descent watched in horror, realizing that the high generals own padawan would likely be a war casualty before he ever engaged in combat.

The legion nearest to soon-to-be-ground-zero, under the command of Captain Rex of the 501st, were distracted by heated combat, as the temporary barricade they had put up to defend the civilian population gave way to droidika artillery. 

While reloading, several dozen troopers happened to look up to see a speck detach itself from the hull as at spiraled in the lower atmosphere. Hope spread that the Jedi had managed to activate some sort of eject hatch. A skilled shocktrooper could probably control and and survive such a fall with luck, which mean a Jedi almost certainly could. 

A few tactical scouts charged with watching the skies confirmed that the speck was indeed a humanoid. No chute was visible, but even 8 days into the war, rumors had already spread about how Master Windu had passed off his chute mid-air to a troopers who had been damaged by suppressing fire, cushioning his free fall solely with the tank he crushed upon landing. 

Only one trooper, stationed in the town clock tower specifically to track the Padawan’s arrival and issued with a high-resolution farscope, saw the whole thing. Fortunately for his credibility later, in its current setting, the scope automatically logged photos every 5 seconds, ensuring that for years to come Obi-Wan would have a flipbook as evidence that he was not the crazy one.

CT-3609 or Blink (as he was named after winning the division wide staring contest on Kamino two year prior) forwarded the trajectory of the vehicle to command, who confirmed his analysis that it would impact two clicks out from their makeshift fort and not present a risk to civilian or trooper lives. 

As it traversed the stratosphere a figure (desperate repair droid, Blink assumed) emerged from the cockpit to perch on the nose of the ship. As it entered the troposphere, it became painfully obvious that the figure jutting out from the hull of the ship was in fact not a humanoid droid, but an unarmored human. The Jedi stood on the prow of the ship, seemingly impervious to and oblivious of:

air resistance 

centrifugal force

normal space gravity 

Blink’s slack-jawed bewilderment

the flames engulfing the ship below him

At this range, the smirk on the man’s face was visible (man? boy? kriff is he even through puberty?). Several miles above the surface he leaped, diving towards the ground like a bird of prey. 

To the west, the ship made impact with the ground, sending a shockwave that shook the tower just enough for Blink to lose visual in the final moments of descent. Cursing, as while he was confident the Jedi would inexplicably survive, he really wanted to see how. The trooper scanned the droid-engulfed farmland to the north for a crash site, to no avail. Lingering smoke from the burnt countryside negatively impacted visibility low to the ground.

Rather than trying to articulate his report into words, he sent the 50-odd frames the farscope had saved, as well as the coordinates for the jedi’s projected radius of touchdown. A quick radio over to long range electro-ballistics ensured that his landing wouldn’t be marred by friendly fire.

He awaited follow-up questions on the absurd entry method, which, when they came, mostly consisted of variations on “...Is this for real?” and eventually “Can you set the scope to video for a little while?” and finally “Do you think that’s how he got the name Skywalker?”

There was a temporarily lull in fire from the west, likely a ripple effect from the ship’s explosion. From his vantage point Blink could see his batchmates using the opportunity to try and plug the holes in their barricade with broken droid pieces. Regardless of the itch to join them, he knew he couldn’t leave his post until the Jedi actually arrived in camp. Finally, a distant explosion and thick pillar of smoke gave the Jedi’s position away.

He tried to make out details, but the scope had a difficult time focusing through the haze. Manually trying to fine tune the scope’s settings, Blink caught a glimpse of what looked like half a hover tank sailing through the air to impact with a trade federation troop carrier in a fiery explosion. Several more explosions, flying droid artillery, and plumes of smoke were caught on record before visual contact with the source was established. He was mostly visible as a blue blur, lightsaber mowing a meandering path towards their location. 

It wasn’t until Skywalker braced himself in place to punch a droidaka into pieces that Blink caught actual sight of the man. Only his eyes were visible, nose and mouth covered by layers of cloth. He blurred, then reappeared on top a massive missile launcher attached to an absurdly heavily armored vehicle. A minute or so of rapid blue flashes passed, the longest he had seen concentrated in one area. Then Skywalker was gone, movement clearly visible as he for once he moved in a straight line, plowing a rapid path away from the launcher. 

Less than 30 seconds later, Blink had to wince away from the scope, as a burning white explosion temporarily overwhelmed the direct light filter. The trooper panicked for a moment, thinking he had gone both deaf and blind, but the abrupt, sucking silence ended after a moment with a deafening sonic boom. The shockwave rattled the farscope, nearly knocking it over, but Blink managed to steady it and himself in time. 

A cheer emerged from pleasantly surprised vod below. The entire droid legion that had been guarding the missile launcher and apparent ordinance bay was flattened. 

It took a moment for the realization to set in that the background noise of missile and and anti-missile collisions directly overhead had slowed pace. With the northern flank gone, artillery were able to redouble efforts to the east, and a second white hot shockwave ensued, signaling that the tide of battle had shifted. It was almost too easy for the republics electro-ballistics to tactically devastate the surrounding forces. 

Eventually some sort of win/loss programming must have set in and all forces outside of a certain radius began retreating southward, conceding the scorched land to the republic army. It was cadets work to clean up the final suicidal droid charge. 

A commotion ensued as Skywalker leapt the barricade with a mid-air flip. The vod greeted him with cheers, as they correctly assumed his appearance had something to do with the skirmish’s decisive victory.

Blink sent the video of the battle to command and quickly packed up his scope and assorted equipment. Hurrying down the battered tower, Blink thought to himself that this Anakin Skywalker was the best sort of Jedi a trooper could ask for.

uh sorry i got really sidetracked there moving on

Kenobi and Skywalker quickly become the face of the war once again

they grit their teeth a bit, but when they finally have a moment to really plan they eventually agree that to take down Sideous they have to cut off his political power in addition to everything else, and taking advantage of their public personas was the most accessible way to do so (*evil laughter*)

While Dooku wasn’t captured, Yoda heard the truth in his old student’s cryptic warnings about a Sith in the Senate, and the council begins carefully editing their release of tactical plans to the Chancellor’s office in the hopes of ferreting out the spy in their midst.

Pong Krell looses two arms in his duel with Dooku. Obi-Wan successfully hides his smug pleasure at the news. Anakin enjoys makeing comparisons between him and Grievous. 

Kenobi doesn’t allow the origin of the clones to go unexamined, although he agrees that if the public were informed that they don’t actually know who ordered them it would probably cause panic.

The ‘inhibitor chips’ are ‘discovered’ early on and Anakin leads the effort to ensure that they are phased out and removed immediately. This consists of reminding every Jedi who even hesitates about how how he as a child slave had some experience with control chips and unless you want to take a leaf out of the hutts books lets start doing brain surgery chop chop mmmkay?

(This isn’t to say that Vader doesn’t still a twinge of shame at acknowledging his slave roots. But it is eclipsed by the burning guilt that he knowingly acted as slave master to his troops for decades after Sideous wiped their minds. He tried to rationalize it to himself, after all he didn’t immediately understand what Order 66 had done to the troopers. But while the morality of murder was more of an intellectual concern than a personal one, treating people as things...)

The Kamonions are a little harder to budge, referencing contracts that they refuse to allow the Jedi to see

Finally Vader snuck into the Chief Medical Scientist’s home while she was sleeping and straight-up threatened to murder her and burn down her lab. At the risk of losing her life’s work, Nala Se complied.

Vader left with the final threat that in the event that Darth Tyranus caught wind and activated Order 66 prematurely, he would kill 100 Kamonians for every Jedi felled by troopers. Shaak Ti was pleased by the cloners sudden change of heart. Tyrannus, and by extension, Sideous, are in the dark. 

Obi-Wan frequently publicly confronts Palpatine about the troops citizen status, urging him make use of his emergency powers to grant them citizenship and full pay, with the option to leave the army should they so wish. 

Anakin manages to play off his avoidance of the Chancellor as disappointment in his perceived lack of dedication to anti-slavery efforts

Finally Palpatine gives in- regardless of what happens next, the troops will be looked after.

With 2/3rds of the troopers dechipped, Vaderkin is eager to kill Sideous again, but after several intense screaming matches and sparring sessions, the time travelers come to the agreement that even if they succeed in their duel, with things as they were, the perception of the Jedi military coop would cause mass civil unrest. The scattered sith apprentices, while individually weak, were more than capable of magnifying that fear and anger until the galaxy breaks. Darth Sideous wanted to ensure that if he couldn’t have the galaxy, no one would. 

(Vader knows this. Sideous enjoyed monologuing, and much of his plotting couldn’t be safely bragged about until after he had decisively won, leaving Vader as the unwilling receptacle for years of pent-up rants and self-satisfied gloats about the inevitability of his victory)

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