#my dear Ori'vod

[matchademi]

Since Ori'vod Ness decided to be mean, Im doing Falls reaction to Patchers death @starrrgazingbunny

Falls has been fighting in the rebellion since the near beginning he has been fighting side by side with Rex for years now, making it known that what's left of the 501st refuses to die. But he misses his Corrie guard vode. He misses talking to Stitch and trying to stop Rainbow squad from causing chaos. But more than anything his misses Patcher. He misses their talks, the long nights working side by side with his Ori'vod when he was on leave or the late or early holo calls when neither could sleep. Falls hasn't seen Patcher since the empire formed since it's too dangerous for Falls to go to Coruscant, and Patcher refused to leave what is left of the guard, and Falls understands but what worries him now is that he can't get ahold of Patcher at all this as been worrying him for weeks on top of the battle to end all battles starting in mere hours. Falls can't keep thinking about this he needs to focus. He is a medic, of he gets killed out there, then it's just gonna be that much harder to win, and they WILL win. Falls grabs his com, punching in the number he knows by heart "hey Ori'vod, this is it the final fight. We are going to win this, then I'm bringing you home. I promise. K'oyacyi!"

They won. The war is over!! After everything, every vod lost, every sacrifice it was all for this. The party's on Endor is in full swing as Falls looks for his old captain. And he finds him,with commander Wolffe, "Captain!!" He calls looking at the old 501st captain, "Vod'ika! It's good to see you made it out of that mess, kid. " Rex grins, putting a hand on Falls shoulder "Rex I've gone gray. I'm no longer a kid. " Rex pats his back hard."You always will be, and at least you're not bald! Care for a drink, Vod'ika?" Falls laugh "no thank you Ori'vod I'm gonna be heading course for Coruscant in a few hours. I'm bringing Patcher home. " Falls watches the happy look drop off his old captains face,"you haven't heard? Patcher is gone, kid, found in his office..." Falls feels his heart freeze, "you better not be lying to me, captain..." his voice is shaky 'no no no not again. This can't be tr -' "I'm not lying to you, trooper he died..."Rex sets a heavy hand on Falls shoulder. Falls bearly feels himself stumble "no no...he promised me he karking PROMISED he wouldn't leave." Falls nails dig deep into his palms. "He never got to see the end of that damned empire....." sobs start to wrack his body."I never got to bring him home..."

Falls after having not cried since Tech died all those years ago, finally let himself break down

[muyru-iru]

scene 1- interior- Palpatine's office. Palpatine is eating a salad. Commander Fox: would you like some cheese on top, sir? Palpatine: why yes. Give me a heart attack amount! Commander Fox: right away, sir. Commander Fox: would you like some in your water, sir? Palpatine: why.... why that sounds delightful. Once you're done with that could you just pipe it straight into my mouth. Commander Fox: without hesitation, sir. Palpatine turning to Darth Sidous: oh yes,dear, yes. Commander Thorn totally engrossed: there is too much sexual tension in this room. Commander Ponds: when....Fox...when did i failed as an Ori'vod... Commander Thorn: *side eye* I wonder when.

reference to smosh on yt. Aren't the clones british?

[sailorkamino]

the force and plants (tech's pov)

wildflower masterlist

relationships: twi'lek!jedi!reader x tech [gn, neurodivergent reader, can be platonic or romantic]

word count: 1.9k

summary: You and Tech can talk for hours about your shared interests and curiosities. On your first mission to Felucia you go on a nature walk and explain how you perceive each batcher in the force.

warnings: tech and reader are neurodivergent, brief insecurities, mentioned sensory overload, tech worries his info dumping is annoying, reader befriends a snake, dehumanization/mistreatment of clones

mando'a translations: vod- sibling, ori'vod- older sibling

ryl translations: nerra- brother

Tech has never met anyone that shared his thirst for knowledge, then he got a jedi.

When you mention liking plants he tells you every fact he knows. When you fire back with plants he’s never even heard of he stares at you in shock. Later he uses his datapad to confirm everything you told him is correct. He doesn't sleep that night. Too busy researching.

The next day he sees the lockscreen on your own datapad. It’s you, a Kel Dor jedi, and a clone trooper with a gigantic white wolf. You notice his stare and smile. “Did you know loth wolves are force sensitive?” No, he did not know that. He asks you multiple questions about the force and the jedi. He knows Hunter told him not to interrogate you but he can’t help himself and you don’t seem to mind.

“I read that jedi can heal with the force. How does that work, sir?”

“Well first you use the force to assess the injury, feel how much damage is done and envision what needs to be fixed. Then you use the living force to speed up the natural healing process.”

“Can you read minds?”

“Yes but not in the way that you think. I don’t hear verbal thoughts, it’s more like feelings and intentions.”

“What is the force like?”

“It’s like a comm in the back of my mind, constantly flicking through channels. The volume changes but it never turns off.” Without meaning to his face screws up. That sounds completely overwhelming. He thinks about Hunter hiding under his blankets, whimpering from sensory overload after a hard training session. He frowns worryingly.

You smile as if sensing his concern. You probably can. “I know it sounds like a lot but once you’re used to the background music, you can’t live without it.”

You also enjoy mechanics but oddly enough you talk about droids like they're living beings. You confess that when you first joined the order, later than most and unable to speak a word of basic, you had a hard time making friends. You spent a lot of time with droids. Tech can relate.

Then you’re excitedly pulling him to your temporary quarters on Kamino, saying you have something to show him. “When my master found out I was joining a unit without an official medic he got me Pup.”

“Pup?”

“She’s an AZI series surgical assistant droid!”

He shouldn’t be surprised you’ve named your droid. And gave it pronouns. You never use CT numbers when referring to clones. If they don’t have a name yet you call them vod or nerra or even an affectionate name like dear one. But never by a number.

You even show him the inner workings of your lightsaber, all though Tech is a bit distracted by the fact the parts are all levitating. The way you explain your weapon as it’s a part of you reminds him of Crosshair.

You both have an interest in foreign languages and cultures. Tech explains that growing up the bad batch were completely isolated from other clones and most trainers. The little mando’a they do know they learnt from their ori’vod, 99.

Your conversations become a mix of languages the others fail to keep up with: Basic, Ryl, Dai Bendu, Mando’a, and even Huttese. You’re practically fluent thanks to past undercover work and Tech finds the crass language interesting. The insults are most creative.

When he sits in the pilot seat of the marauder for the first time you’re beside him with a smirk, “modify anything you want, just tell me how to use it.” He has never been given so much creative freedom before and it makes his mind buzz with ideas. When he tests how fast the ship can go his brothers scream but you grin in the co pilot's seat. Tech finds he quite enjoys your company.

Your first mission takes you to Felucia. It’s a success. The locals invite the you all to a feast that night but until then you have some free time. Tech wonders if you would be interested in helping him with those modifications you mentioned. Just then you enter the ship.

“I’m going to do some exploring if anyone wants to come. A local told me a lot of flowers are blooming right now.”

Tech’s head snaps up at your offer. Being raised on Kamino he has no real life experience with plants. It sounds most fascinating. He tells you so. You grin, bid goodbye to the rest of the batch, and the two of you are off.

He’s excitedly telling you about the medicinal properties of a neon colored flower when he spares a glance at you, his words trailing off awkwardly. Your back is to him as you kneel in the grass. Apparently the ground is more interesting than him.

The dismissal stings a bit but he tries to ignore it. He should be used to this kind of reaction by now. But… he learnt all this for you. He thought you liked plants. Maybe he’s the problem?

“Why’d you stop?”

The question makes him pause. He wasn’t expecting that. Maybe you’re pretending to care about his lecture to spare his feelings. Yes, that makes sense. From what he’s observed you care a great deal about other’s feelings.

“Apologies, general. I have the tendency to ramble.”

“I know.” You state neutrally. He gulps, feeling his ears redden in shame. Then you’re standing and turning to face him in one swift movement, a comforting smile on your lips. “I like it.”

For a moment he’s speechless. A feeling Tech is not used to. “Pardon?”

Then he notices something bright blue-green curled around your bare arm. Because you didn’t want to wear any armor for a nature walk. He has so many questions.

“I like talking to you. I always learn something new.” You calmly pet what Tech now recognizes as some kind of snake. “Your brothers don’t mind your talking either.”

He stares at you in shock. An odd warm, fluttery feeling blooms in his chest. Maybe he’s ill. You notice his stare and offer a shrug, like you soothe insecurities while adopting unknown creatures all the time. Maybe you do.

“This little guy was chilly so I offered him some body heat.”

You say it like that explains everything. Tech still has so many questions. “How could you tell he was uncomfortable?” He finally asks.

“In the force,” you answer plainly. “I can form emotional connections with animals. He's so calm because he can sense I want to help him.”

Okay. So you can communicate with animals. He’s adding that to his notes as soon as possible. Tech continues to stare at the colorful reptile. Where has he seen that scale pattern before? He made sure to research Felucia before their arrival so it’s reasonable to assume the snake popped up, but what is it’s name?

Tech frowns as he turns on his trusty datapad. He hates not knowing things. But before he can even open the app he remembers. Feluican tree viper. Venomous. He looks at your serene face in alarm.

“Don’t worry, Tech. He won’t hurt me,” you soothe, meeting his shocked gaze with a small smile. “I can feel your concern.”

He’s still put off by the venomous reptile wrapped around your flesh but he has to admit, it’s fascinating. He raises his datapad to take a pic. You wordlessly move the animal closer. “Thank you, sir.”

“You don’t have to call me that off missions.”

He hums noncommittally. The viper flicks out an orange tongue just as he snaps the holopic. “Do animals feel different than humans in the force?” He asks curiously.

“Mhmm it depends. All living things have a presence but creatures and plants are more... shallow." You give him a playful look, “I can recognize familiar signatures. I would never confuse you with a snake.”

“Do clones feel different from one another?”

“Of course they do!” You answer immediately, as if the question is ridiculous. “I could tell you apart blindfolded.”

He recalls a time the two of you were working on your droid when without looking up you greeted Crosshair who had entered the room. Tech didn’t think that much of it at the time. Growing up with a brother who can hear heartbeats and recognize scents he’s used to that kind of behavior. But now he’s curious.

“How do you perceive me?”

“You feel like… a tuned up engine.” Your eyes widen in alarm at your own words, the snake suddenly becoming restless against you. Tech is confused by your sudden change in demeanor. And slightly worried about the venomous reptile. If you get agitated while sharing an emotional connection with a creature, how will they react? For the first time in Tech life, he doesn't want to learn.

"Not in an inhuman way!” You splutter. “Your mind is just… a lot of working parts coming together. Is that rude?”

Tech has never been good at social cues but he is genuinely baffled now. Nothing about your explanation seemed snide or backhanded. “How would that be rude? It sounds like a fitting description.”

You take a calming breath as the viper slithers torwards your chest in an almost sympathetic way, small head resting over your heart. It's seemed to relax thankfully. It's almost like it's trying to comfort you? Fascinating. Your voice is meek when you answer, “well, some nat-borns treat clones like droids. I don’t want you to think I’m like that.”

Tech is caught off guard. Not only do you care about his emotions, you care what he thinks of you? That should be obvious. Why would he go on a nature walk with someone who views him as subhuman? Who doesn't respect him? He’s never been good at expressing himself so he just focuses on being honest. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t enjoy your presence. You have given me no reason to doubt your character.”

Your smile is gentle but meaningful. He awkwardly pushes up his goggles. Not one for emotional conversations he reverts to his comfort zone, researching. “What about my brothers?”

You hum thoughtfully as you bend down, allowing your snake friend to slither into the brush. You notice some fire colored flowers and plop onto the ground to get a closer look.

“Hunter is like… A calm forest.” You say, plucking a few of the plants. “Wrecker is fireworks.” You begin to tie the stems together with nimble fingers. “Crosshair is the air before a storm.”

Tech finds all your descriptions fitting. He's efficient. Hunter is steady. Wrecker is free spirited. Crosshair is harsh. That only leaves one member. “What about you?” He asks.

“Me?”

“How are you perceived by fellow jedi?”

“Well it changes from person to person but I’ve been told I’m bright and warm.” You explain as you stand. “My master once called me a shooting star.”

You suddenly thrust the hoop of flowers towards Tech. “It’s a necklace!” You explain proudly. He observes your innocent happiness as he dons the creation. He finds it hard to accept you’re the same warrior who took out 50+ battle droids only hours ago.

“Thank you, gen–” he cuts himself off, recalling your preferred nickname. “Thank you, Blossom.”

You positively beam. Tech is not force sensitive, nor does he understand the mystical energy field, yet he finds himself agreeing with your master’s assessment. You are indeed a shooting star.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Meanwhile, in Pretty Boy's Saloon

Dogma, downing his 11th glass of Spotchka with a grimace: Urgh... How can any of you stand this stuff? It tastes like hand sanitizer! Lich, smiling as he downs his own glass: Easy! My nerves are pretty much fried from all the electrical shocks, and I can only taste three things because my taste buds don't work right. It's the feeling I'm after, not the flavor. Dogma: Speaking of which, I don't feel any better than when you brought me here... Olly, rolling his eyes: You're not supposed to feel better. Alcohol doesn't help you feel any less like life is a karked up mess, it just numbs your senses to the point it doesn't bother you as much... PB, refilling their cups: And if it's a quick numbing you want, then Spotchka is drink for the job. It's a clone favorite as well, and my best seller. Dogma, already quite tipsy and still drinking despite not liking the taste: Fantastic... Urgh, what am I even doing? I basically won my position as sheriff, I'm struggling to come to terms with so many things that happened in my life, I couldn't even face Rex when Mae offered me the opportunity to talk to him... I'm barely a person at all! How could Sponge think I'm well adjusted enough to be a dad?! Lich: Hey now, you're doing great all things considered... Olly: And you're not the only one faking it until they make it. PB, grinning as he pours another glass: Also, any and all crisis you have that lead you to drinking yourself silly earn me a pretty credit! Dogma, not entirely convinced: ... Lich: The point is, none of us really have it figured out even if we pretend to. Sith-hells, not even Sponge has it figured out! And they have 10 karking cadets to take care of. Most of which are little terrors mind you... Olly: He's right. Lich: Of course I am! I'm the ori'vod here after all! PB: Uh-huh... Lich: Look Dogma, it's ok to get the jitters sometimes because you're nervous about the future. Especially when you don't got the past figured out quite yet... But to that I say, do it the natborn way. Dogma, blinking: The what...? Lich: Oh, you know! Go at your own pace! Natborns don't get flash-training to learn all the basics when they're still in their cots. They have to endure years of being a useless little lump of tubie, fall on their shebs a lot, and then hope the lesson sticks. Take tubie steps my friend! Trip up, get back up, do something stupidly reckless to get over whatever fears you might have. Go out there and seize the day! Dogma, who's clearly drunk at this point: Uh... Something stupidly reckless... You know, you're right! You're absolutely right! I should do something absolutely catastrophically dumb just to fall and nail the landing! Olly & PB: What...??? Lich, grinning from ear to ear: Hell yeah brother! You're getting it! Dogma: I'm gonna... I'm gonna parkour off the roof! Lich: Yeah! Olly: Uh... PB: Dogma I don't think-- Dogma: I'm gonna comm Mae and ask her to patch me through to Rex, so that I can call him a bitch to his face! Lich: YEAH! Olly: Oh dear... PB: Uhhhh.... Dogma: I'M GONNA COMM HONDO OHNAKA AND TELL HIM TO COME BEND ME OVER MY WORK DESK! Lich, Olly & PB: Dogma, staggering onto his feet: Thanks Lich! I owe you one brother! -runs out of the Saloon in a wobbly fashion- Lich, Olly & PB: Lich: Sponge is going to kill me. Olly: The entire Guard Remnant is going to kill you. PB: Olly and I will make sure your funeral is beautiful once you're well and truly killed dead.

[silverwings22]

Angel With A Shotgun: Chapter 15 Cin Vhetin

Series warnings: Smut, language, Order 66, medical trauma, abuse, Canon typical violence

Chapter Warning: canon typical violence, canon character death, SMUT, Codywan (because it's adorable you will not convince me otherwise)

Translations: Ori'vod: older brother/sister, special friend

jetii: Jedi

ad'ika: little one

mesh'la: beautiful

ner cyar'ika: my sweetheart/darling

Cin vhetin: Clean slate or fresh start

Previous chapter: https://silverwings22.tumblr.com/post/669955395789422593/angel-with-a-shotgun-chapter-14-oya-manda

Next chapter: https://silverwings22.tumblr.com/post/669959743597674496/angel-with-a-shotgun-chapter-16-who-shot-first

5 BBY

Angel had sent Cody back to Obi-wan’s side only a few months after he joined them on Tattooine, knowing the two men needed each other. Her master’s loneliness was vast, and her brother’s guilt heavy as a collapsing star. Once they were reunited, the two of them were both better off. And she got to see them when she came for her lessons and brought supplies. Cody looked content now, helping Obi-wan around the house.

And the subtle way they stood a little closer together told her a lot about what was happening when she wasn’t there.

Today, she was coming by to see them with a dewback laden with supplies and a good mood. Boba was out on a hunt and she had all the time she wanted to spend with them. Obi-wan met her outside the hut with a chuckle. “Dear girl, you’re spoiling us.”

Angel laughed and dismounted. “Oh please, Master. You’re practically a brother in law now. Oh, don’t start blushing now. I know what goes on with you and Cody.” She teased, regarding him with a chuckle. He was flushing, hair entirely silver with only a little lingering red in his beard, but the pink cheeks seemed to return some of his youthful smile. She wondered, as she had many times before, what he’d been like as a fresh-faced padawan. He’d told her stories of coming to this planet with his own master when he’d been young, of meeting Anakin as a lost little slave child. Sometimes she almost understood the fall of the younger Jedi, when she took the totality of his life into consideration. Maybe that was why Obi-wan made sure she heard the stories. He was forever forgiving, even for the greatest sins committed against him.

Cody chuckled from behind her, shaking his head. He was dressed much like Obi-wan now, in light colored robes and a cloak she was pretty sure Obi-wan had made for him. She hugged him happily. “How goes it?” He ruffled her hair like she was still a cadet, despite the fact she was inching up on thirty years old.

Angel made a face. “Starting to regret picking up those fruit snacks you like. You’re messing up my hair.”

“Vanity, little sister.” he smirked.

“Fight me, ori’vod.”

“Don’t pretend I won’t still knock you on your ass like I did in combatives training.”

Angel just laughed. “Help me bring this shit inside and we can talk, tough guy.”

They all unloaded the dewback and Angel gave him a quick rubdown and some water before going in to enjoy her visit.

Obi-wan smiled fondly. “Dear girl, you need a lightsaber.” He mused. “A blaster is such an inelegant weapon. If I could find a way to get you to Illum…”

“It’s crawling with Imps, master. Besides, it would feel weird to carry a kyber crystal when I’m soul-bonded to one. Like carrying a person around.” She shrugged.

“You need that training, Angel. You could use the other one I have, the one I’m holding onto for Luke.”

Angel shook her head. “I know why you kept it master, but… I know what that lightsaber’s done. I don’t think I can carry it… it’s full of pain from the Temple… and it belongs with a Skywalker.”

That sobered him and he nodded. “I suppose you must feel what that crystal has done more heavily than I, and that day was personal to you as well. But I still think you need to be familiar with how to wield one… things will change one day, and you should have every advantage.”

She shrugged. “You’d have to teach me how to build one, you know.”

“I like teaching you, Angel. You’re quite an exceptional student.”

She chuckled quietly and nodded. He patted her hand and stood to go make tea, watching her settle into a cross legged position on his floor for the tea ceremony he always made her go through. She’d once found it interminable and boring, just wanting to sit back with her cup and enjoy it. But now it seemed more dignified and there was something relaxing and familiar about the process.

Cody just chuckled and sat down with her. “Getting too damn old to be getting on the floor.” He shook his head.

“Thought you’d still kick my ass.” She teased.

“Oh I will. I can do everything I used to. Recovery is just a bitch now. Just you wait, you’ll get old too.”

“I’ll look better when I get there. I moisturize.” She smirked and gave a pointed look at the crows feet settling at the corners of her brothers amber eyes. “Time’s marching on, and it’s marching right across your face.”

“You’re such a brat, you know that? I taught you how to swim and this is the gratitude I get?”

“Because there’s so many opportunities to go swimming on Tattooine.”

“Point taken. I do miss it sometimes... “ he pondered as Obi-wan came back with the tea and settled on his knees across from them. “I don’t regret this though. Being here.”

“Good. I don’t think Obi-wan could let you go again.” She smiled, a little softer, as Obi-wan put a gentle hand on Cody’s. They were happy, even with the weight of the past settled on their shoulders. They had each other to ease the burden.

She stayed late into the evening, between having tea and going through her katas with Obi-wan. Cody even joined in on some of the meditation, commenting that even without the Force he could see clear benefits of keeping his mind clear.

“I think dinner might be nice outside tonight.” Obi-wan mused as it got dark. “How about a campfire, and we’ll roast some of the bantha Angel brought?”

“Sounds good to me.” Cody chuckled.

Angel smiled and nodded. “I’m due for another camping trip with Boba soon. Might as well get in the mood.”

“Don’t get in that kind of mood.” Cody smirked. “I’m your brother and Obi-wan’s taken.”

“I would never dream of encroaching on your territory, Cody.” she laughed. “Besides, I got Boba coming home in a couple days.”

“Which means you’re visiting now so you won’t worry us when we don’t hear from you for a week.” Cody elbowed her.

“Shut yer face, Cody, and go get the damn lighter fluid.” She laughed, helping Obi-wan set up a firepit.

When the flames were crackling pleasantly, they cut up the meat and roasted it. Angel was smiling, cheerfully enjoying the company, when she felt something. Through the Force something ran out loud and sharp, a darkness she couldn’t explain that smoldered like the surface of Mustafar. “Master…”

“I sense it too, young one.” he murmured, reaching for his saber under his robe.

Cody tensed, regetting not bringing his blaster out. “What’s-” His words were cut off when something wrapped around his throat and snatched him backwards into the sand. His desperate choking made the hair on Angel’s arms stand on end.

“Cody!” She yelped, throwing herself after her brother as he was being dragged away from the firelight. Tendrils of the Force were wrapped around his throat, strangling the life out of him, and she fought against them with all she had until she heard a gasp of air and her brother went limp but alive in the sand. She cradled his head in her hands, checking for damage, when she heard the voice.

Colder than Hoth and burning with hatred all at once, it slithered down her back. “Kenobi.”

She spun around, protecting Cody with her body, when she saw the man approaching. A zebrak, heavily tattooed in patterns of crimson and black, was approaching the fire with death burning in his yellow eyes. She’d seen eyes like that once, years ago on Mustafar, when Anakin Skywalker choked his own wife in a fit of rage.

A Sith’s eyes.

Obi-wan simply stood, circling the fire as the sith approached. “Maul.”

Darth Maul smirked quietly. “Look what you’ve become. A rat of the desert.”

Obi-wan’s blue eyes were steely in a way Angel had never seen before. “Look at what I’ve risen above.”

Maul circled around, he and Obi-wan keeping pace with each other while Angel watched on. “I’ve come to kill you… but perhaps I should leave you here in your squalor.” He chuckled darkly. “Why would you remain in this place… unless you have a purpose. Perhaps you’re protecting something… or someone.” He glanced back at the two clones on the ground. “Not them, the girl moves frequently and the man hasn’t been here the whole time. What else are you defending, Kenobi? Perhaps, when I’m finished with you and your pet clones, I’ll find them too.”

The Jedi simply stiffened. “If you define yourself by your ability to kill, to dominate, then you have nothing.”

Maul snarled, activating a double-bladed red saber. “What do you have?!” he snarled, spinning the blades dangerously.

The sight of the red blade made something scream out in Angel’s chest. A tortured spirit reached her through the Force, begging for her help to escape the unending hate and pain swamping it. The kyber crystal inside had been bled, it was hurting… and she felt it. She clutched Cody closer, eyes wide. “Master!”

“Stay put, Angel. Protect your brother.” He said sternly, drawing his own saber. At first, he stepped into the stance she’d seen him practice before. Soretsu, with one hand extended and two fingers outstretched. Then he shifted, taking a step back and drawing the saber closer to his chest and blade straight up. The form he’d told her his master taught him first, long ago when he was young.

Her eyes widened as the Sith lunged, blades spinning. The sabers met once, twice, three times, then Maul froze and stiffened. His saber split in half and he dropped the severed ends, falling to his knees. Obi-wan immediately disengaged his blade and caught the zebrak, cradling his broken body like an old friend rather than a lethal enemy.

Maul stared at him, wheezing. Dying, Angel felt it coming like a distant fog rolling in. “Is he… the chosen one?” He looked at Obi-wan with those burning eyes, blinking painfully for a long minute.

“He is.” Obi-wan nodded quietly.

“He will… avenge us.” Maul muttered, a strange sort of peace falling over him before his last breath escaped. Obi-wan quietly closed his eyes and lay the fallen down, shaking his head at the sad loss of life.

Angel looked at him quietly. “Master…?”

“It’s alright, young one.” he breathed. “Is Cody alright?”

“Out cold, but no real damage…” she whispered. “Was that… a Sith?”

“He was. Darth Maul, the man who killed my Master, long ago.” Obi-wan murmured. “May he find peace now, that he never knew in life. I forgave him myself long ago.”

Angel pulled Cody onto her back and followed Obi-wan back to the house, eyes wide. “That’s… kind of you, master.”

“It is not the way of the Jedi to seek revenge. And he suffered more than most in this life.”

They lay Cody down and Angel sat beside her master as he slowly took apart Maul’s lightsaber. The red crystal lay exposed in the palm of his hand, heartbreaking in it’s pain. “May I?” She murmured softly. “It’s… crying.”

He nodded, laying the crystal in her cupped hands. The pain crashed over her, the loneliness and despair, hatred and misery that seemed to eke itself out into a line longer than the horizon itself, drowning in it’s depth. Angel brought it to her chest, worriedly stroking her thumbs over the smooth stone. “Shhh. It’s alright. Let me… help you.” She murmured, guided only by instinct and the stone in her own chest. She pressed the red stone to her blue one and felt a spark, hot and electric, jump from hers to the suffering one in her hand.

Obi-wan shielded his eyes from a brilliant flash of white light, and when he was able to look again Angel was… changed. Her hair floated up in a non-existent wind, her amber eyes completely whited out and glowing, the stone floating above her hands and rotating. She was speaking in a voice made of many whispers, in languages he’d never heard before, attuned to something like the Living Force itself as she soothed the pain from the bled crystal.

Then the light dimmed and everything settled, the stone landing in her hands a brilliant white now and radiating a peace he felt deep in his bones. Angel blinked, coming back to herself with a confused expression, and looked at it. “Hello, my friend.” She murmured. “I’ve got you now. You’re safe.”

Obi-wan smiled. “Angel... “

She blanched. “What? Did I break it? Is that why it’s white?!”

“You purified it, Angel. You restored what was lost when it was bled.” He smiled quietly. “I think you have a crystal for a lightsaber of your own.”

She looked at it and smiled a little, weakly. “I guess we’re partners now, huh?” She chuckled.

The crystal pulsed, in time with the one in her chest, like it agreed.

“I don’t like it. Why the hell do you need a lightsaber? You’re not a jetii.” Boba grumbled. Angel was working on building a hilt, sitting cross legged in their room.

“I know, but it’s a cool thing to have. Plus we’re Mandalorian, right? Isn’t the planet leader decided with a fucking lightsaber?”

He groaned. “Woman, knock it off.”

“You just hate it when I’m right.” She grinned.

“I hate that you’ve been working on that stupid thing for four hours, and that you almost got ganked by a Sith, and that your brother got choked out.” He grumbled. “You’d have lost your shit if something happened to Cody.”

“Yeah. But Obi-wan looked out for us.” She smiled. “I’ll knock it off for the night… if you need my attention more.” She stood, setting her work away, and walked over to where Boba was sitting in his favorite chair, looking a perfect picture in his undershirt and pants. He eyed her, looking at her short shorts and his shirt she’d stolen.

“C’mere. I’ve been gone two fucking weeks.” He held his arms open, waiting for her to slide into his lap. Angel just chuckled, leaning over to kiss him softly.

“You’re so damn grumpy.” She cooed, nuzzling her cheek against his thigh. “Lemme make it up to you. How about you hop into bed, and I’ll rub your back? Since you’ve been hunting, I’ll give you one first. And then you can give me one, and catch up on the last two weeks.”

He growled lightly, eyes dark as he looked at her. “I think I’d rather just touch y-” She planted a hand in the middle of his chest and bunched his shirt up in her fist, pulling him to his feet. She then affectionately bullied him backwards to the bed and pushed him onto his back.

“Roll over and quit arguing with me, Boba. Let me do something nice for you for five minutes.”

He grumbled, but slowly did as she asked. “You’re impossible.”

Her weight settled over him as she straddled his waist, leaning forward to run her fingers down the flesh of his back with a featherlight touch before moving to actually start kneading his stiff muscles. “It feels like rocks back here, Boba. What did you do?”

“The closer I get to thirty, the more every damn thing started falling apart.” He muttered, but stretched out like a tooka in the sun when she worked her weight into the muscles of his shoulders. “Fuck, you're good at this ad’ika.”

Angel chucked, dropping low enough she could press a quick kiss to the back of his neck, enough to make his shiver, before she went back to picking apart the knots in his back with her hands.

It felt good, it really did. Boba could have dozed off like this if he wasn’t so determined to spend the night with her. He’d been gone too long, nothing was ruining it. Not even his sore back.

“Better?” she murmured after a while, laying down on top of him and squishing her chest against his back in an exaggerated cuddle.

Boba snorted. “You are ridiculous. I’m Boba Fucking Fett, and you’re stacked on top of me like a careless tooka.”

“I’m the tooka you like to pet the most.” She giggled. “I might take a few liberties… where you’ll allow it.”

“I’ll do more than pet you. Come here.”

He pushed her up lightly, yanking his shirt off her and laying her on her stomach. When his hands met the inked flesh, she stretched out and purred.

Boba growled softly. "Fuck, you look good. I missed this."

“You’re the one that picked that bounty, Boba-ah!" He pushed his thumbs into the knotted muscles on either side of her spine and she arched. "F-fuck… that feels good."

He practically purred. "Good. One of these days I’m gonna keep that promise of making you a real princess, and I'll make you feel good all the time."

She smiled dreamily. "What will w-we do?"

"First I'll get you settled in. " he breathed, massaging her deltoids until they unlocked. "Then I’ll find you the prettiest dresses you always wanted, get you all dolled up on a throne right next to mine… then that night I'm going rip the dress off you and fuck you all over wherever our palace is, and listen to you scream my fucking name. I don't get to hear you nearly enough."

"That sounds nice…" she crooned, arching again as he moved lower and kneaded the swell of her ass. "Can we grow flowers…"

"Any flowers you want." He murmured. "Make you a fucking queen. Anything you want, pretty dresses and every book you ever wanna ready, and gemstones that shine half as bright as those eyes of yours…"

When Boba got talking, it was enchanting. He made the stars sound like she could reach out and touch them. Her heart soared into her throat as he nudged her knees a little further apart and sank into her from behind. I love you, I love you, I love you more than anything.

The words were too heavy and she could only gasp as he bottomed out and leaned over her back, the weight of him solid and secure. "Pretty girl. " he murmured. "I'll give you the galaxy on a silver platter if you'll take it."

"You…" she whimpered. "Just want you."

A smile twitched its way across his features and he rocked his hips, driving into her deep and slow. "That’s always been yours.. " he leaned down to murmur in her ear, nibbling at the shell of it to make her moan softly.

Angel closed her eyes and fumbled for his hand, wrapping her fingers around it. Boba was a sandstorm, forever shifting and strong enough to kill and blot out the suns, but beautiful in it's deadly chaos. She wanted him to sweep her up and carry her away.

He bit into the back of her shoulder and kept his languid pace, purring against her trembling skin.

"Mesh'la, come for me. " he growled as he felt the building coil in her bubbling to the surface.

She got her wish, swept away, and followed his command, shuddering and gushing hot over his length buried inside her. His name was a muted whine on her lips.

"Fuck…" Boba all but snarled and snapped his hips into her twice more before she felt him twitch and come harder than he ever had in his life, warmth spreading through her stomach where he spilled. His arms gave out and he fell, squishing her into the mattress and burying his face into her hair. "Fucking hell." He murmured, exhaustion painted in his voice. "Ner cyar'ika. So good for me. "

She smiled, pulling his hand to her face so she could nuzzle it. These hands, best acquainted with killing and capture, could be so gentle with her… "My Boba…" she mumbled, feeling sleep starting to take her even as he shifted and twitched still inside her.

"Only yours, Angel.." He promised.

[favoriteginger]

Ginger dear your anon is off

But

I send ask anyway because I was gonna send an ask but I got distracted with your posts ahzhshxnsnxnd

Just imagine a cat paw batting at you gently trying to ask for attention hadhshhx

Love you!

aaaa thanks for letting me know!! it should be fixed now lol

also yesss, get distracted by my posts, let me pull you into mcyt :3

love you too ori'vod!!

[its-commander-thorn-yall]

He's so glad he told his squad mates what was going on (what he thinks was) last night. If he kept it just between himself and Thorn, who knows if Orphan would have have found him? "I'll have to thank Orphan for checking on me." Then, Thorn tells him he's proud of him, and the traumatized trooper breaks, holding back little sobs. It's all worth it if he's proud of him. "It's the worst and best day of my life then. I'm so lucky. An ori'vod who's proud of me, a squad mate who cares enough to check on me, and I got out of a fall that far with only aches. I could probably join in on the hunt for him tomorrow. He can't get far in just a day, right?" Yes, he thinks it's still the day of his attack.

"Oh dear", Thorn chuckles lightly, "He's already captured. You were out for almost a week, Daisy. They're currently gathering all the evidence on how many brothers exactly were in his claws already. You helped us catch a serial kidnapper. Fox is so glad about that. Troopers have been disappearing ever since we came here I hope those numbers will go down now."

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

Top five fics you've enjoyed reading? Can be recently or in the past, from any fandom!

i... may have more than five?

but here's a list of the latest five that i've been loving!!

"Jellicle Chats for Jellicle Cats" by @sillybubs is quite honestly the most AMAZING chat fic I've ever read in my entire life. a lot of chat fics can get repetitive, but this one never does. Every time it's updated i get so excited, and every time i read it i end up cackling. not many fics make me start laughing out loud, but no matter what, this fic absolutely just continues to be one of the funniest, most well-written thing I've read. It's an absolutely BLESSED fic, and i encourage everyone to read it.

"Cheshire" by RozonRozark is really one of the few Miraculous stories i still keep up with (i haven't been active in the fandom for quite a while). It's a really unique storyline, and i'm a sucker for seeing more kwamis in action. i'm also a sucker for Marinette having the black cat miraculous and Plagg basically being a big brother to her.

"Silence" by Destril is by far one of my favorite Bad Batch fics. To be honest, before reading the fic, Tech wasn't a character i was drawn to, but the way he's written just pulls at my heartstrings and makes me want to give him the biggest hug. Every chapter is an emotional roller coaster and i love it.

"Nuhoyi, Vod'ika [Sleep, Dear Brother]" by TooBusyWriting is another amazing Bad Batch/Clone Wars story that focuses on my favorite Domino twins. I love reading stories about Fives and Echo, and their dynamic before we get to see them in Clone Wars, and this fic is really what made me start seeing them as twins, and I love the relationship they have.

"Fallout" by badgerwitch is one of the few Transformers stories that I will continue to go back and read over and over again. it still makes me cry every single time i read it. every character is so well-written, both humans and Cybertronians, and i'm an absolute sucker for a fic where Decepticons and Autobots have to team up and work together.

Other fics i really just have to mention (most are Star Wars because I stalk the Bad Batch tag on Ao3):

"'Big' Brother" by NanoTwentyFaces gives me all the ori'vod Echo i could ever ask for, especially since it's ori'vod Echo and Wrecker??? the dynamic i never knew i needed? honestly i love Echo being a big brother to the Batch, so this fic just gives me everything.

"Fate is Overrated, Anyway" by Another_Local_Dreamer soothes my soul because i finally get to have the Fives and Echo reunion that we should have gotten during Clone Wars that was denied us because Fives was getting too smart so they had to take him out. no other fic has caused me so much (good) anxiety than this one, it's basically Fives getting Winter Soldiered.

"Dominoes" by meridianpony is my LIFELINE right now. all i want is some fics of Domino Squad being brothers, and i'm getting all the Domino moments i need from this story. it's one of the best Clone Wars fics i've read, and the way Hevy, Droidbait, Cutup, Fives, and Echo are all written is just perfection.

"It's not Sunset Cis either" by WhatsYourNameMan is a Julie and the Phantoms series that's one of my favorites for that fandom. It's multiple different shorts, but the way they're connected and the way they work together is incredible.

"a difference in parenting" by CallofTheCurlew is the most adorable little short about Alonzo and Munkustrap being dads to their respective kids (Carbucketty and Jemima). i love this take on Alonzo being Bucket's dad, and it's a story that always makes me smile.

[oloreaa]

My dear Ran’ika, I might not be a witch but please take a photo of my black cat and whatever good vibes my salt lamp may have are now yours ❤️❤️❤️ may you not get anymore bad nose bleeds (they suck I can’t take some pain killers that have blood thinners because they sometimes made me get really bad nose bleeds many moons ago)

KITTY CAT!!! I request of you to give them a lot of kisses💕

Also thank you ori'vod🥺🥺 I've already realigned the various stones and plants in my room to ~protect~ myself🥰

That nosebleed was truly unexpected bruh it was there from one second to another, the timing was really suspicious🤔

[rinrinp42]

Jedi Knight Tobirama: Basic Talks

Here we go!  A lot of language work-arounds.  At one point, the relevent parties understand enough of each other that to indicate Basic, I just italicized.

"Hello, I apologize, but our ship was damaged and we crashed," Tobirama spoke clearly, crossing his arms as if he were wearing his robe and thus displaying his lightstaff handle. The other groups stared blankly.

Izuna frowned at them. "Why aren't they responding?  He growled, hand resting on his blaster. "Hm, I'm not sure," Tobirama trailed off, peering at them, "Ah, I do not believe that they speak Basic." "あなたは何ですか1?" Someone in the crowd asked. "What the kriff was that?" Izuna asked, tensing. "We don't know their language, they do not know ours.  That makes things... difficult."

"I always knew that that Senju was a demon," one of the Uchiha muttered. Tobirama nearly rolled his eyes at that and was surprised to see that Izuna gave his Clanmate a sharp look for the comment. "Tobirama, do you know what language they're speaking?" Hashirama asked his voice low. Tobirama cocked his head towards the strange pair and listened as the armored one vocalized.

2He shook his head. "I don't know what that is Anija."

Tobirama stiffened when the demon version of himself pointed at him and then beckoned him over.  Hashirama grabbed his arm.

"Don't go to him.  We have no idea what is going on."

"Anija, going over may be the only way to figure that out."

The demon gestured again and the armored being growled as no one moved.

Tobirama took a step forward and stopped as the Uchiha stiffened.  Hands went to weapons and he could feel the gathering chakra of them.

Tobirama scowled, of course the Uchiha would make things difficult.

"I don't think they're going to let your counterpart come over here," Izuna said, wanting to cross his arms but hated the idea of adding precious minutes to getting to his weapons.  Especially when he could see that hut'ruun Satoshi in the crowd around his counterpart.  Bastard tried to poison his father expecting that Madara would be an easier opponent to beat.  Too bad for him, Tajima had an immunity to that poison.

"Hm," Tobirama hummed and then pointed at his counterpart and Izuna's before motioning them over.

Tobirama huffed when there was no movement from the other Izuna.  He could feel his Izuna's amusement from next to him as the human (?) version of himself stopped after one step once more.

"Take your helmet off," Tobirama told him, keeping himself turned towards the others.

"What?  No way!  Who knows what weapons they have?  I'm not risking it," Izuna snapped.

"I need my counterpart because of that quantum mechanics theory I had about sharing specific knowledge with one's own counterpart in a parallel universe.  He's not going to come over unless someone of the other group does the same.  These....this version of your Clan seems very suspicious so if they see you, he'll come over and I can guide the two of you as well."

"No way am I leaving us vulnerable," Izuna was silent for a moment after he spoke.  Then he sighed and brought his hand up to his helmet, "I'll do it, but Madara needs to be watching our backs."

With that said, he raised Madara on the comms to call him out and tell him a quick summary of what was happening.

Tobirama starred as the two conversed in their strange language before falling silent.  He wasn't sure why the armored being had reached up to touch it's head but he didn't think it was bad.  He tried to Sense them, but his mind skipped over them like a mistake in a sentence. He wasn't the only one who reached for their weapons when another armored being stepped out. His demon counterpart held up his hands, palms facing them in what was probably a calming gesture.

3This armored being was red instead of blue.  Tobirama narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out where the weak spots were.  Movement caused him to glance at the blue armored being and he felt numb. Standing next to the demonic version of himself was Uchiha Izuna. Numbly Tobirama moved forward, silently meeting Izuna at the edge of their Clans and coming to a stop in front of the strange versions of themselves.

The demonic Tobirama knelt down, sitting on his heels and gestured for Tobirama and Izuna to follow suit, murmuring to his Izuna.

The armored Izuna huffed and sat, one leg propped up, as he glared at them.

The demonic Tobirama rolled his eyes.  He touched his temple, then his throat with the tips of his fingers.  He then touched his lips, saying a sentence as he pulled his hand away and towards Tobirama.  Then he leaned forward.

The armored Izuna tensed, as did the other armored being.

Tobirama flinched, but did not move as his demonic counterpart repeated the process, mimicking Tobirama himself.

“Anija, sore o rikai suru yuiitsu no hōhō kamo shirenai.4”

The words were slightly slurred, and a lack of understanding was in it's-his eyes.  But it made sense.

Tobirama nodded slowly and held back as his demonic self trailed his hand down to grip Tobirama's.

“Take your counterpart's hand and think about language,” Tobirama told his rival.

Tobirama released his smugness into the Force as his human self spoke to the other Izuna.

“We are going to do a group meditation, focusing on language,” he told Izuna, “physical contact will best facilitate the transfer between you and he.”

Izuna huffed and pulled his glove off, grabbing the other's hand.

“Is this necessary?” Madara asked from behind them.

“We can't talk,” Izuna tossed over his shoulder, “so yes.  Or do you not want to warn your counterpart about Satoshi?”

Madara huffed.

“So after this, what's the plan?” Izuna asked.

“Group meditation among us.  Easier transfer as it's not getting into the metaphysical, simply an exchange.  But these people aren't manipulating the Force, so we need to do this first.”

Izuna nodded and closed his eyes, hoping his counterpart would do the same.  It wasn't needed, but it was disorienting to be pulled into a group meditation with your eyes open.

And then - words.  So many words filtering through with images associated.  Oh, oh, they made sense!  Anija was a term for an elder brother much like ori’vod.

Maybe keep to Basic, came the fond thought from his jetii.

Nayc he teased back.

And then

Me’ven? NAYC!  Ibic jehaat! Nu draar, keysh be’ner vod’ika!5

CALM DOWN! Tobirama's mental voice range out.

A-6

They've led a different life.  Leave it.

Then I'll show them!

And he threw all of his memories of long talks with Tobirama into the mix, pushing the love and affection he had for the Jedi with them.

Tobirama opened his eyes and looked at the Jedi before him.  Beside him, he was sure Izuna was doing the same to the Mand'o.

“I suppose it would be best to be formal and call you Knight Vel?” he asked.

“Perhaps not so formal,” the half Zabrak inclined his head, “simply call me Vel.”

“Vel-renshi7,” Tobirama nodded.

Vel gave him a deadpanned look but nodded.

“Unfortunately, I do not believe you have an easy alternative?” Tobirama glanced over at the Mand'o Izuna.

“Izu’ika,” Vel smirked.

Izu’ika made a face but didn't protest.

Tobirama gave a nod and stood, glancing down at Izuna, almost wanting to reach out and help him up.

“Anija, they are not our enemies,” he called out, “though if provoked, they will fight.  I suggest for at least tonight and tomorrow we call a ceasefire.”

“I agree,” Izuna added.

The two Clans looked at each other in shock.  Except for Hashirama who bounded forward like a puppy.  The other Mand’o tensed, but Izu’ika rolled his eyes.

“He's a giant loth-cat,” he snapped.

Vel-renshi snorted, “more like a wolf.”

“What did they do?” Hashirama asked his brother, ignoring Madara slinking closer, much more cautious.

“Well,” Tobirama opened his mouth before closing it.  He…. wasn't truly sure.

“We connected on a metaphysical level, entwining our cores to facilitate an exchange of language in an effort to communicate beyond general charades,” Vel-renshi interrupted, “upon Izu’ika and I gaining your language, we will meditate with our others to Share the knowledge.  Luckily this one is experienced in meditation and the other has the same training as I.”

The other Mand'o turned his head slightly towards Vel-renshi, head tilting slightly.

“Ah, he's up.  He probably needs a little help,” Vel-renshi said mildly.

The Mand'o glowered at him through the helmet.

Vel-renshi raised an eyebrow.

The Mand'o growled and turned back to the ship, stalking in.

“Where's he going?” Madara asked, his voice sharp.

Vel-renshi blinked slowly at him, cocking his head in interest.

“You are very suspicious,” he said voice mild.

Madara bristled at that.

“It is… nice to see that some people are the same at their core, is it not Izu’ika?”

“Eh, more like it means Clan Uchiha tends towards violence in their lifestyle.  He might not be the same xirlia8-on-the-inside as ge’tal vod9,” Izu’ita waved off.

“Hm, but some things are constant,” Izuna protested as the Clans cautiously inched closer to where they stood.

Tobirama raised an eyebrow.

“Well, Vel-renshi's horns, they're in a pattern like your happuri,” Izuna pointed out.

Izu’ika snorted, “I'd pay many credits to see what's similar between the charaaryc-ade10.”

Any reply was interrupted by the Mand'o helping a tall male down the ramp.  He had a crown of horns that his green-brown hair draped around.  Except for the natural seeming green tinge and horns, he looked just like Hashirama.

“Ehhh? Why do you feel just like a tree??” Hashirama blurted out.

Translations!

1 What are you?

2 If they don't understand us, how are we going to communicate?

3 Peace, we only want our own backup.

4  Big Brother, going over may be the only way to figure that out.

5 Wait, what? NO! That's a lie! No way, he's my dear friend!

6 But-

7  Polished Instructor. (Skilled person or expert teacher)

8  A pastry known for being tasty

9  Red brother - to differ between his brothers (and keeping ori'vod for Tobirama)

10 Thief-children (in this a teasing way to call the Senju Brothers)

[mwolf0epsilon]

Olly comming Pretty Boy on a private channel: Ori'vod I need your help.

PB: I'm always up for earning myself a favour from my favourite brother, what can I do for you Free'ika?

Olly: I got myself a boyfriend but I'm scared of how Lich might react if he finds out. I need your help to break him the news without him freaking out...

PB after an odd shuffling noise happens in the background: ....Ah.

Olly: Ah?

PB: Well good news, you came to the right person my dear vod'ika! Bad news however, Lich was in the same room with me when you commed.

Olly: Oh no...

PB: Don't worry tho, I can still catch up with him before he gets to the escape pods. He always messes up the guns-locker passcode at least twice before getting it right.