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twinterrors29 · 1 year ago
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Goa'uld Clones AU
the Kaminoans, upon receiving an order for a massive army, quickly realized that their ability to produce bodies far exceeded their limited ability to train soldiers, even with the hired bounty hunters brought in for the job
so they decided to take a different tactic for fulfilling this order
they would create a more limited number of high-quality, highly-trained symbiotic brain worms, and then mass-produce interchangeable empty human bodies, grown at more than 10x normal speed to adulthood, for those worms to inhabit and control
this way, if a host body got hurt, it would be simple to switch the symbiote into a new one so their investment in that highly trained soldier wouldn't be lost
the host body could even be killed, and the symbiote conveniently retrieved if it exited in time and concealed within the fallen body's helmet for ease of return to their flagship or Kamino for a new empty host, and it only takes a week of training to adjust to the new body, rather than the months for treatment and physical therapy, or Force forbid the years to grow and train a whole new soldier from scratch!
this is of course not what the Jedi ordered, so they cannot be aware of this change in plans; the main contact, however, is informed, as it impacts their contingency plans with the control chips
but since the Jedi cannot find out about this, troopers who don't interact too closely with Jedi are not permitted to personalize their host body's appearance or armor to allow for easy replacement
the commanders and other troopers who do get to personalize themselves because of their close relationship with a Jedi treat that as a badge of honor and work harder than normal to keep their host body alive and intact, because if they have to switch bodies they also have to be transferred to a new battalion as a new shiny, as far from the Jedi who might notice the change as possible
Order 66, however, comes with an especially nasty twist: the clone commander is ordered to fake some sort of health issue requiring resuscitation from their Jedi, and uses that proximity to jump through the mouth to assume control of their traitorous commanding officer's body
which places the new Emperor in charge of the army and the bodies of the Jedi, including use of their powers and knowledge to support his regime change
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lapseinrecs · 10 months ago
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A Star To Steer By
By dogmatix, norcumi
On Archive of Our Own (account required)
Status: Complete; 99,053 words; sequel last updated 2022
Summary: Jack O'Neill runs into the weirdest snake he's ever met, and that's saying something. Obi-Wan just wants to get his people home.
My thoughts: A really interesting crossover. I kinda wanna learn more about their culture.
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quiobisecretsanta · 1 year ago
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QuiObi Secret Santa 2023 Masterlist
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Thank you to everyone who participated in Quiobi Secret Santa this year! The holidays can be busy and emotionally exhausting, but so many creators still turned out to provide us all with some beautiful artworks and stories. We appreciate their efforts and talents!
Please join us for our next event: QuiObi Secret Valentines! You can access the signup form here.
Art
care and tenderness by psina_dubina
I've Got Your Back by Kurtssingh
Just one more game! by Kurtssingh
Kink & Spice, and Everything Nice! by bereweillschmidt
Life Day by GavImp
Passion by dreaminghour
Rainforest by Insomnia (tornado_fox)
The Gift by Insomnia (tornado_fox)
Under the stars by Insomnia (tornado_fox)
Fic
been forever since I smiled by jynx
Bottle of Red, Bottle of White by elrhiarhodan
Dearest, I Am Trying to Love You Less by Phoenix_and_the_ash
I Was Always Here by Firondoiel
In a Snowy Winter Retreat by FrisianFen
it's nice to have a friend by norcumi
let me help you by TheSilverQueen
Music of the Night by dogmatix
New Heroes (Just like us) by Hamiloki
of dreams by TheSilverQueen
On Borrowed Time by sanerontheinside
Springmelt by sanerontheinside
Tale As Old As Kyber by TheSilverQueen
The Living Edge by ell
Tripping Stones by atsuyuri_sama
Vienna by markwatnae
We Don't Do Christmas by Temve
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quotablefanfiction · 28 days ago
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“Well, that could’ve been worse,” Obi-Wan groaned and promptly lost consciousness.
Obi-Wan is typical Obi-Wan (chp. 1)
who cares about your lonely heart by Elenothar (AO3) Star Wars – Teen – Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker #Alternate Universe #Wingfic #Asexual Character #Developing Relationship #Fix-It #They all need some mental health days
After the Battle for Coruscant, Obi-Wan has wings, a Sith Lord to handle, and a former Padawan who's still not following a code of conduct for the Jedi. Facing the Sith Lord might be the easy part.
Inspired by, and a sequel to, What's An Angel? (AO3)* by dogmatix, norcumi. *a restricted story
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rexobibang · 4 months ago
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About the 2025 RexObi Big Bang
What is this?
This is a Star Wars big bang event focused on the Clone Wars characters Captain Rex and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Also known as the RexObi ship. 
Okay cool, but what’s a big bang?
A big bang, as described by Fanlore, is:
“A Big Bang (or “Bang” for short) is a specific type of challenge usually involving long fics and accompanying artwork. This type of challenge is a reprise of the old zine tradition of collaboration between artists and writers for internet fandoms.
Most Big Bangs have a similar format: Writers sign up to take part in the challenge and begin writing stories. When the early drafts of the stories are available, each one is assigned one or more artists, or artists might claim stories from posted summaries. Artists create fanart to go along with the story. This art can take the form of illustrations, manips, photo collages, vids, icon sets, etc.”
Awesome, I’m with you. Who can participate?
Writers and artists are both welcome, and you can sign up to be both! Please see our Writer FAQs and our Artist FAQs for more details.
We encourage both artists and writers to approach this event as an opportunity to collaborate with each other, to create something unique, and to enjoy the act of creation together. Bangs should be fun! Stressful and hectic, but ultimately fun!
Okay, so what are the paths?
We have 3 paths to choose from and are different from your standard Bangs. Please see the Writer FAQs for more details:
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Does anything go? Or do you have limitations?
For writers, your fanwork must focus on the relationship of Captain Rex and Obi-Wan Kenobi, whether it is romantic, platonic, or queer-platonic. They are allowed to be in relationships with other people, but the focus of the story must be on their relationship. So, if a writer wanted to write a CodyWan or Rexwalker fic but focus on Rex and Obi-Wan’s time on Kadavo, that would be acceptable. Threesomes are also acceptable. But, we cannot reiterate it enough, the focus must be on Rex and Obi-Wan and their relationship.
Any rating is allowed, but your work must be rated.
All stories must be at least 50% completed by the posting date. We have three check in periods, with word count minimums, to check to see how on track writers are (and artists!) so we can spot any pain points in advance and work with anyone who needs it. 
All works (art and stories) must be posted to the AO3 collection. Once the collection has been revealed, stories can be posted anywhere the author or artist chooses.
Beta readers are not mandatory but are strongly recommended.
We require all content to be appropriately tagged.
You can find out more on our Rules page.
Awesome, I’m stoked! But who’s running the show?
That would be me, Jynx (or Karma). Nice to meet you. :) We also have Norcumi, Robinade (our art mod), and KC.Rumors helping run the show for 2025! Robinade is the talent behind our art this year!!
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fanfiction-rec · 4 months ago
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Website: AO3
Series: A Star to Steer By
Stories in series: A Star to Steer By, Second Star to the Right
Author: dogmatix, norcumi
Fandoms: Stargate, Star Wars
Summary: Not so long ago, in a galaxy not very far away at all, there's a Republic with an order of Jedi - a symbiotic species and their clone hosts. In his defense, Colonel Jack O'Neill does know what followed him home, even if he can't believe it either.
Status: Series incomplete
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twinterrors29 · 1 year ago
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the Kenobi twins, Ben and Obi, were trained as Sith under their Master in secret, with only vague rumors that the man had an apprentice at all, up until their teacher was murdered by one of Emperor Sidious' many lackeys
they naturally swore revenge, but knew that they would have to be very clever to even get close to Maul, much less to Sidious himself for ordering the attack
so they decided to go for a slightly more ambitious scheme: taking over the Sith Empire
and to do that, they would need a Clever Ruse
they would both pretend to be a single Sith Lord, claiming the name Darth Wan, and would take turns playing this masked role in public depending on which set of skills they expected to need to emphasize in that role
while the other would be left free for various other tasks:
sleep
pretend to be Darth Wan's veiled attache/armored bodyguard/helmeted pilot and gather intel by pretending to be part of the scenery while providing an additional layer of security in their role
sneaking off for assassinations and espionage while their known Sith identity has a rock solid alibi
a few years into their scheming though, Sidious rolls out his clone ploy, integrating the troopers into the Empire's functions
and the bright young Commander Cody starts to become suspicious of this one Sith Lord he's been assigned to guard (and discreetly keep tabs on for Lord Sidious)
he of course doesn't let on to this, either to the man himself or to his superiors
because he's Intrigued
and, perhaps, he's having a little too much fun flirting with him, as well as his bodyguard...and his attache...and his pilot...
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stahlross123 · 4 years ago
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Happy new year
I hope you will have a better year 2021.
Thanks for the wonderful works in future.
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shadowmaat · 6 years ago
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Word meme! "circumlocution" please!
“And what are you supposed to be?” Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi circled his opponent, feeling the heat of the desert burning through the soles of his boots. He’d been spoiling for a fight since his Master had sold him into slavery left him behind on Tatooine in order to take The Boy back to the Temple.
The zabrak in the black robes was unlike any he had seen before. He wondered if the red and black coloring was natural or if it had been tattooed on for dramatic effect. Certainly the sharpened and blackened teeth were a bit over the top. And those robes had to be murder under the twin suns of this godforsaken sandball of a world.
“Nothing to say?” He kept moving, looking for his opening. The zabrak kept pace, turning with him. “Perhaps it’s those teeth of yours. Did you bite your own tongue?”
That earned him a sneer, at least, though he still couldn’t spot any weaknesses in the zabrak’s defense. He couldn’t sense him in the Force, either, just waves of Darkness.
“Or perhaps it’s the heatstroke? Shall I get you a glass of water? They are rather expensive around here, but I suppose needs-”
“Enough with your circumlocution, Jedi!” The zabrak snapped. “Fight me!”
The voice (and the vocabulary) was far more refined than he expected and he almost didn’t get his saber up in time to block the strike aimed at his neck.
“Ah, so you can speak!” Obi-Wan grinned. “And such a lovely voice-” He ducked another blow. “-too!”
The fight began in earnest, leaving him no time to consider how, for just a moment, the hurt and resentment burning inside him had been banked by the sound of that voice. Or how, for the briefest flicker of time, he would have considered setting aside his lightsaber and joining his mysterious opponent, if only he’d been asked.
No, that would come later.
Since I forgot it was supposed to be only three sentences:
“Enough with the circumlocution, Jedi! Fight me!”
Later, Obi-Wan would have time to think how that rich voice coming from that strange face made him reconsider his life choices and maybe contemplate taking a very different path, but for now, the fight was on!
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quotablefanfiction · 4 months ago
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He knew well the fickleness of the media spotlight and was quite certain that most would forget all about him when the next big news story rolled along, but in his humble opinion, that new story could really hurry the kriff up.
Obi-Wan is not pleased with his current celebrity status (chp. 1)
who cares about your lonely heart by Elenothar (AO3) Star Wars – Teen – Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker #Alternate Universe #Wingfic #Asexual Character #Developing Relationship #Fix-It #They all need some mental health days
After the Battle for Coruscant, Obi-Wan has wings, a Sith Lord to handle, and a former Padawan who's still not following a code of conduct for the Jedi. Facing the Sith Lord might be the easy part.
Inspired by, and a sequel to, What's An Angel? (AO3)* by dogmatix, norcumi. *a restricted story
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nny11writes · 6 years ago
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Director’s Cut meme! I'd love to see commentary about your Fictober 2-Island post (because I do have my favorites and I am predictable ^_^;;), or alternatively your choice from Declarations, please?
Alright, so Fictober was a fun and bizarre change of pace for me. I saw the prompt on October 3rd of that year and just knew I wanted to get into it!So Fictober 2 prompt shows up, just Island for that prompt and I remember staring at my blank word document going, “A tropical island is not feeling...star wars-y? Island, island, hmmmmm, gosh alone on an island. Islands are lonely. No man is an island.”
My brain managed to stop me there to point out that was a good idea to follow.
Originally I was writing the story with the intention to show how isolated Rex might be due to being a high ranking Captain but also /not/ being a Jedi. I managed to get half way through that and then realized that Anakin is someone who would just embody that idea. That Anakin sees himself as very much alone in the galaxy in many ways, that he feels isolated even when he had people around him. Eventually Anakin goes from feeling like he needs to try so that he won’t feel lonely, and hating that feeling, to being Vader who seems to relish being alone.
So I deleted everything I’d written.
At the time I was actually reading a lot of your fiction (and hunting down your mutuals fiction because I figured if you liked it, it was worth it, and it was)! I was popping around reading all these fabulous stories with great characterization for not just Rex but his relationship with Anakin. The way the two were growing together in many ways and the friendship that never got fully shown/explored in the show.
I must have written that damned thing, like, five times while trying to figure out the voice of them and the feel of their relationship since I hadn’t ever considered it before. There was a version of Rex comforting Anakin early in the war, there was a version with Anakin awkwardly reaching out to Rex, there was an angsty one, and a whole bunch of false starts. Finally I stepped back again and tried to figure out what the actual hell I was doing.
I decided that I was just uncomfortable and was used to exploring Ahsoka a lot more than either Rex or Anakin. I didn’t want to make it about her though, I really wanted to write about these two young conflicted, lonely men who had found solidarity in one another, not their relationship to some young punk with anxiety and need to prove themselves to everyone around them becau-
And then it finally hit me.
Rex has already done this. Rex has ALREADY done this with Anakin. His kid Commander who became his basically kid General. That view in part there because Rex is a clone and clone troopers are more than human, they are super human. They literally and figuratively grow up fast, they develop quicker and smarter and stronger in many ways. And that despite Rex being younger than Anakin in years that Rex has always seen himself as the older brother to him. (If Cody is Rex’s older brother, then same applies down to Anakin)
So I went back to one of my earlier starting points, Rex comforting Anakin. Anakin, his little brother and commanding officer. Anakin who he respects and cares for and is often very Exasperated by.
So I put them in a small, quiet space where Anakin couldn’t run and neither would feel pressure to act a certain way. 
Honestly, after that Rex took over the story and I don’t know how it actually came out so damned well. It’s not my usual style of writing (or at least it never feels the same as other things I’ve written, there’s a weightiness to it (if that’s even the right way to explain this???)). Thank goodness for the Rex possession because my usual tone would have murdered this one!
Nowadays, when I try to write from Rex’s perspective I often go back to this prompt fic and desperately try to re-create that head space. Calm, knowledgeable, kind, take no shit, and strong. 
I don’t think I’ve ever written him as well as I did for this story, so I’m particularly fond of it and keep debating posting it as a one shot on AO3.
I also like Anakin in this one, with Rex being there as a friend and mentor and with Anakin not reading Too Deep into this he gets to shine through as well. Not the snarky persona he sometimes puts on, and not the “Jedi Knight Skywalker” mask he is so desperate to wear. Rex is a safe person and Anakin isn’t afraid of him or worried about what Rex would think of him, and feeling that safety net there lets him take his time. To react more evenly as well.
I don’t know, I just really like the whole darn thing and wish more of my writing was in this tone/feel.
Anyways, I know it’s the director’s cut tag game and all but that was a ramble and a half! Hope you enjoyed!
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thebisexualmandalorian · 6 years ago
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Director's cut meme! ⭐star⭐ please!
I’m going to do this for Kaysh’tayli because I’m still really happy with that fic!
It started with the first line popping into my head, and then I needed to figure out how to make it work (fun fact, this is how a lot of my fics happen).  I loved the idea of Haastal connecting to something larger than himself, especially when it comes to his memory-keeping.  
It felt like such a tragic thing - Haastal is the only one who carries a lot of these memories, his brothers and their stories, and with clones only having a half life, they’re going to die that final death when he passes.
It wasn’t till I was mostly finished with it that I wanted to add more of the supernatural element to it, so I went back to add some details - the description of them looking like a ghost themselves, and them knowing the names of Haastal’s batchmates.  
I left them ambiguous, because in my head, they’re a personification of the Manda itself.  The accent just sort of happened - apparently the Manda has a deep bayou accent?  It just fit.  
Thank you for asking!
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jedikali · 7 years ago
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Revenge is Sweet
@dogmatix @norcumi
Title: Revenge is Sweet
Era: Uh, it’s a heavy AU but it probably takes place in the PT before AotC.
Genre: It’s supposed to be a bit of a comedy but it’s kinda revenge.
World: set in a Stargate/Star Wars Fusion World, based off the world ‘A Star to Steer by’ written by dogmatix and norcumi
Characters: Mace Windu, Juno Seine (OC), OCs, Padme, Anakin, Obi-Wan, Siri
Synopsis: Juno gets revenge on her attacker.
Warnings: A female character recounts a sexual assault in a flippant manner and some women shout out how a male character touched them without permission.
Series: Only if the kind dogmatix and norcumi allow/ask for more.
A/N: Enjoy!
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 Mace never cared for Senate parties but he understood that the Republic played a vital role in helping keep order and helped protect the freedoms of those that lived within its borders.
 #That’s him.# Juno said with angry disgust. #The man that tried to take liberties with me.#
 Mace focused his gaze on the male human, Senator Dorvin Hordon, that held Juno’s well-earned wrath.
  #Do you want to speak with him?# Mace asked her.
 Almost immediately he was aware of Juno’s emotions and how she wanted to put the piece of trash in his place.
 #Would it be proper for a Jedi Master to do such a thing?# Juno asked, curious.
 Mace allowed his Host to Feel his anger at what that man had tried to do to her. #He violated dozens of laws by disrespecting you and deserves to be made uncomfortable.# Mace said as they started to make their way through the crowded room.
 Juno giggled with some malicious glee.
 “Senator Dorvin Hordon, how is your sector faring?” Mace asked the human male as he came up to the group of politicians. Dorvin Hordon jerked and turned to look at them.
 His eyes widened when he saw them, recognizing Juno as the woman he had tried to sexually assault two days earlier. He still had the scar from where the glass had cut his face.
 “,I uh, Yordan Sector is doing well, we had some unrest but the Prime Minster, Kai Portan, seems to be handling matters just fine.” He said in a rambling manner.
 Mace was content to allow the piece of scum ramble as he and Juno waited for a good opening.
 “Don’t forget to tell the Master Jedi about our upcoming marriage Muja Muffin!” A beautiful human woman in the group said as she excitedly clutched Hordon’s hand.
 #Muja Muffin,# Juno repeated with interest and a small measure of glee.
 Mace wordlessly handed control over to Juno; he knew what she had in mind.
 “You’re so lucky to have snagged such a wonderful speciesism of a human male. Your Muja Muffin is absolutely voracious and couldn’t get enough of me two nights ago; he was a complete animal. He couldn’t keep his hands off my Meilooruns.” Juno said, projecting her voice.
 Smiling, she then lowered her voice conspiratorially. “He even tried to initiate mating while we were dancing and I had to break a bottle of Coreillian Brandy across his face and punch him in the mouth to get his attention. Officers Borg and Goffs were aghast and Captain Pike almost smashed a chair over his head.” Juno said with a giggle.
 Mace forgot that it was possible for emotions to change so fast.
 “You tried to have sex with a Jedi Host?!” The woman screamed. ‘Are you insane!?”
 Juno slid back, letting Mace regained control.
 “I didn’t know she was a Jedi Host.” Hordon said, trying to smooth things over.
 “It doesn’t matter! You were touching another woman in a sexual manner! You told me you got your face injuries because someone didn’t like something you did in the Senate, not because you sexually assaulted a female and she defended herself!” She roared.
 “How many more? How many more women have you done that to?” She demanded.
 “Mila, it was just a one ti-” Hordon bega.
 “He enjoys spending time in the Outlander Club with exotic dancers and loves having his way with them.” A female voice called out from somewhere in the room.
 “He has put his hand on my butt during press conferences, you can see it in a few holo pics.” Another female voices called out.
 Soon more female voices called out their stories.
 “We’re through Dorvin Hordon! I don’t want to hear from you ever again.” Mila shouted.
 #I don’t even feel bad about helping break up their relationship.# Juno said as they walked away.
 #Neither do I.# Mace said as he rejoined his fellow Jedi.
 #She deserves better.# Juno said with a content smile
 “Let me guess: Mila just learned that Dorvin is a perverted being.” Padme asked them once they arrived, a mischievous smile lighting their face.
 Juno smiled pleasantly.
 “What gave it away?” she asked playfully.
 Siri shook her head.
 “He deserves everything coming at him.” She said.
 “Indeed,” Obi-Wan said.
 “Females aren’t toys for males to mess around with.” Juno stated as they watched Security break up the group surrounding Dorvin Hordon.
 “Neither are Sentient Beings for that matter.” Siri stated grumpily.
 “Don’t forget droids.” Anakin chimed in.
 Juno laughed. She thought it was funny that the young Jedi was so interested in droids but if she loved being a female and owning it than she guessed it was only fair for the Jedi to be curious, okay, obsessed with droids. Anakin’s knowledge of droids and mechanical things had been useful on several occasions; just like her ‘Night Flower’ clothes.
 Mace’s commlink chirped and he smoothly retrieved it.
 “Windu,” he said calmly.
 “Heard you and young Juno created a scene you did.” Master Yoda’s voice with some disproval.
 Mace Felt Juno’s mental apology.
 “Yes, Master Yoda, we created a scene.” He admitted. It was worth it though, he had been furious when he learned about the events that had transpired two nights ago but he and the Security Forces hadn’t been able to do much about it because Dorvin had managed to get away from Security via his connections and pretending to be his aide.
 “To the Temple return, disappointed I am.” Yoda said.
 “I will explain things upon my return.” Mace said.
 Yoda hummed before ending the call.
 #It was worth it.# Juno said with conviction.
 #It was worth it.# He repeated.
 “We will see the two of you later.” Mace said with a slight bow to Obi-Wan and Siri and gave a deeper one to Anakin.
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 Three months later it was still worth; even if it was all spent scrubbing old mosaics in an old Temple.
 And Juno loved to hear about the legends of the Stargates and the Others that went with the mosaics.
 #Worth it.# Juno whispered as she ran her fingers across an image of a Stargate.
 #Worth it.# Mace repeated as he allowed the memories of his Ancestors to wash over him and the half forgotten memories play for both of them. Memories of the attempted conquest and the shattered Balance after they had driven the Others away.
 #Do you think the Others are still out there; waiting to return via the Stargate?# Juno asked, some fear in her voice.
 #They must be, I just don’t know where they are, but they can’t return because my Ancestors with the help of the ancestors of the other inhabitances of this galaxy buried it on a far-flung world where no one could find it.# He told her comfortingly.
 #May it stay buried and undiscovered.# Juno stated as she turned away and went back to scrubbing.
 #Agreed.# Mace said.
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 A/N2: So I know Mace is OCish but hey, if you had someone happy and cheerful and I imagine Juno to be you kinda loosen up and maybe deep down Mace is a prankster but has to hide it behind a stern expression.
  Sorry if this rambled, I started it with one intent and I just kept writing
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tsaomengde · 7 years ago
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Another Kiss Meme! 8. In the dark kiss, for Venge (or Obi-Wan, depending on your definitions) and whomever you'd like, please! (or any other pairing of your choice, really; I honestly couldn't decide ^_^;;)
The Star Tower of Theed Palace is well named.  With the lights extinguished and the observation switch thrown, the cupola - rendered open to the night sky by the switch - provides a fantastic view of the Naboo constellations.
Obi-Wan needs time to be alone, and to think, so he has come here at an hour when he expects it is unlikely for even the Star Tower to be in use - especially as the city still recovers from the Trade Federation invasion.
He is not alone for long, however.  Distracted as he is, he senses her only moments before she opens the door, letting the soft illumination of the hall without spill inside.
“Master Jedi,” Padmé Amidala says.  She does not wear the clothing or face of the Queen, but instead an elegant crimson robe, damasked with golden leaves.  “I didn’t realize you were here.  I can leave.”
He shakes his head.  “It’s your Palace,” he says.  “Allow me.”
Padmé smiles.  “We’re both too polite to be the one who stays, so clearly our choices are to both leave or both stay.  Which will it be?”
In answer, he retreats from the center of the Star Tower to one of the benches lining its walls, settles himself cross-legged, and nods gratefully to her.
She closes the door behind her, plunging them back into dim starlight.  “I think this is the first time we’ve had any solitude since our hyperspace journey from Coruscant.”
Obi-Wan nods.  “It is.”
Hesitantly, Padmé crosses the room to settle herself next to him on the bench.  “I was - I am - sorry about Master Jinn,” she murmurs.  “He was a good man.”
Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan stills the pain and grief within him.  It takes more effort than he would admit to anyone, even Master Yoda.
“As am I,” he finally says.  “But there is no death.  There is the Force.”
“Small comfort to those of us still here.”  Padmé lays a hand, tentatively, on his shoulder.  He stiffens, then forces himself to relax.  “You’re leaving tomorrow, yes?”
This is safer territory, or so he thinks.  “Yes.  Our ship is scheduled to depart at eleven hundred.”
“I’m going to miss you.”
Startled, he looks at her, her face pale and shadowed in the starlight.  “I’m sorry?”
Padmé looks away, teeth worrying at her lower lip.  “I know your ship leaves tomorrow.  I had told myself that was that.  But now - I mean, you being here -”  She shakes her head.  “Does the Force give people signs, Obi-Wan?”
“Not in the manner I believe you’re suggesting.”  Obi-Wan is no fool; though he respects her privacy and is not making any attempt to read her, he can feel Padmé’s emotional state leaking through the Force, thrumming through him, augmented by the touch of her hand on his shoulder.  She looks up at him, her eyes dark and wide in the dimness and starlight.
He knows what he should do.  He should get up, wish her a good night, and retire to his quarters.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asks instead.
“Very much,” she says.
He trails his fingers lightly along the soft line of her jaw, from her ear to her chin, and carefully lifts her face as he lowers his own.  The kiss is gentle at first, perhaps even a little timid, butPadmé leans into him, arms encircling his body, and Obi-Wan lets himself surrender to her urgency.
He knows both of them are being foolish.  Master Yoda would chide him, and he can only imagine what Governor Bibble would say if he saw his Queen here, like this.
But the only witnesses to their little moment of transgession are the stars, and they can keep a secret.
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sanerontheinside · 7 years ago
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Fic prompts, please! Either cliche for Rex/Obi "Got each other's bag"; or Sarcasm 28 “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” (for whoever it amuses!)
AAAHHHHH so sometimes I do complete prompts in my promptedrabbles file, yay. THE LEVERAGE/SW CROSS NOBODY ASKED FOR lol
Based on the Mile High Job
so we’ll call it
Pie in the Sky Job (oh, no, that’s probably bad? ugh idk)
Qui-Gon eyed the board with a grimace. “Right, so the assets are on the plane headed for the Cayman Islands. Ani?”
“Yeah! Yeah. I can get you on that plane. So that’s… four tickets, coming right up.”
“Make it three,” Obi-Wan put in quickly. “I have an Air Marshal badge.”
Ahsoka frowned at him. “Wait, what if there’s a Marshal on the flight already?”
“There’s only one marshal for every hundred flights.”
Anakin’s choked-off curse was fairly audible over comms. “O-okay, you know what? I felt a lot safer not knowing that.”
“Same here,” Ahsoka muttered.
“Doesn’t change the fact that it’s true.” Obi-Wan pointed out, amused.
“Make it two tickets,” Qui-Gon said, already thinking ahead. “One authority figure is good, two is better. Ahsoka, you’re about to get a day job.”
“Huh?” Ahsoka’s head came up. “Wait, doing what?”
Lifting a flight attendant’s suitcase required a minor bit of improvisation, with Obi-Wan as a disgruntled passenger providing an excellent distraction.
“Sometimes I feel bad about playing with people like that,” Tahl murmured, watching from a polite distance as Ahsoka switched the flight attendant’s suitcase with another, similar one. Tahl and Qui-Gon had also surreptitiously lifted a bag each from unclaimed luggage.
“She’ll get home and find that there’s nothing wrong with her cat, it was all a misunderstanding,” Qui-Gon shrugged. “And that she somehow picked up the wrong suitcase,” he added after a moment’s thought.
“Well. Small casualties,” Tahl shrugged.
“Tahl, did you, er—”
“Yes, Qui?”
Qui-Gon cleared his throat. “You checked the suitcases, I noticed. Did you—”
“Naturally.”
“Right. Let’s just—go.”
“So how did you know there’d be an extra uniform in her bag?” Ahsoka asked, catching up to them—already in uniform, in fact.
“Flight attendants are required to carry an extra uniform, in case something happens to the one they’re wearing.” Obi-Wan supplied.
“Or in case of unscheduled flights,” Tahl added, with a smirk.
Ahsoka eyed both of them uncertainly. “Seriously, how do you guys just know this?”
Tahl’s smirk grew positively feline, “Slept with a flight attendant.”
“Worked flight secur—what?” Obi-Wan didn’t quite reel, but it was a near thing.
Qui-Gon just laughed at them and waved them along. “Come on, later. Wouldn’t want to miss the flight Anakin is so kindly getting us last-minute tickets for. To the Cayman Islands. Do I even want to know?”
“Uh—no, not particularly, no,” Anakin said. “Those poor souls won’t suffer for it, anyway. I’m sure the company will reimburse them, or something.”
By the time Obi-Wan was on the other side of the security check, though, Anakin had already cleared everything up with their flight plan. Tahl and Qui-Gon, for some reason, were held up at the checkpoint.
“What’s going on there?” Anakin asked, trying not to sound anxious.
It was Obi-Wan who answered—not in any way reassuring. “Oh god, that’s embarrassing.”
Anakin sat up quickly. “Whaaaat’s happening?”
Obi-Wan growled into the mic. “Qui-Gon, couldn’t you have checked the bags you lifted? Just in case?”
“Oh—”
There was an awkward cough just before Tahl cut in with an excited “It’s our third anniversary!” to the guard.
Anakin was pretty sure he heard Obi-Wan choke back a laugh. “Didn’t want to know that either,” Anakin muttered darkly. Ahsoka had apparently decided that selective deafness was the better part of valour.
Qui-Gon seemed to be scowling. “Tahl, I thought you said you’d handed it off?”
“Well, now, I did think flying with two of those might be a bit excessive.”
“Good god, there were two.”
“Was that a facepalm? Obi-Wan, tell me he’s facepalming?”
Obi-Wan’s voice came back over comms, amused. “Yes, Ani, he’s facepalming, and not at you for once. Congratulations. Not-Anakin-Facepalm Tuesdays, new holiday. What terminal should we be at?”
It was one of the weirdest flights Rex had ever been on, and he’d even managed to sleep through most of it. One of the flight attendants had been… aggressively blunt about flight safety, and in general dispatched her job efficiently, but with the disaffected air of someone who was focused on something bigger than passing (throwing) snacks. There were some complaints. The complaints were also quiet.
Across the aisle, Rex spotted a man who’d come aboard without a carry-on, which was a little odd until the flight attendant moved to ask him something and he flashed her a badge. Air Marshal, Rex thought. Feel safer already.
Of course, that had to be the moment his sleep-deprived brain chose to inform him that, safe or no, said Air Marshal was really not bad on the eyes. He reflexively smothered that thought and decided that he may as well try to sleep through the flight. Honestly, hitting on an Air Marshal mid-flight? That sounded like a bad idea all around.
Rex was all the more certain of it when he missed the Out of Order sign on the door—he’d been a bit preoccupied, watching a fiery redhead talking urgently with a couple of the passengers up front—and walked in on a body in the lavatory. Knocked out, cold. Rex took one look at the knife in the sink, definitely ceramic, and at how neatly the man had been incapacitated, and decided he didn’t want to get into… whatever this was.
At the same time his opinion of the Air Marshal ticked up yet another notch.
Though, if ‘Air Marshal’ was all this man was, Rex would have to eat his own boots, and he didn’t relish the idea. The pair of passengers he’d been speaking with were a bit odd; one was a very tall gentleman, with long hair and a neat beard, and the other was an even taller lady, dark-skinned and green-eyed. Rex couldn’t quite bet on them being a couple, for all their marital-sounding disputes, but they were definitely drift-compatible. At least he caught their names in the midst of those small tiffs: Qui-Gon, he thought, and Tahl—Baker? Such a normal surname for such odd given names.
And if Rex hadn’t seen all three of them together earlier, he might actually have sounded the alarm when he witnessed their clever double act, surreptitiously checking the bags of the passengers behind them. Both Tahl’s lift and Qui-Gon’s handoff of the unsuspecting passenger’s bag were pitch perfect, but Rex also had the chance to note that they hadn’t taken anything.
If Rex had been hoping for a moment’s sleep on this flight, though, he’d been horribly mistaken. With less than an hour left to go, the trip went from intriguing to harrowing as the plane dipped into a rapid descent. He was surprised—thankfully momentarily distracted—when Tahl appeared next to him, a terrified young woman in tow.
“Mind if we join you?”
He shook his head, numb.
“Oh, Good. This is Marissa,” she said, sounding almost chipper as she stepped into the aisle, “and my name’s Tahl.”
“Pleasure,” Rex said tightly.
Tahl threw a sharp glance his way. “Done this before?”
He managed a quick nod.
“Don’t worry, my husband’s an engineer with the company, he’s up front, he can fix this.”
Engineer, Rex’s entire ass, but Tahl sounded absolutely certain that this was something that could be fixed, so Rex tried to smile. “Thanks.”
Who the hell knew, anyway. Qui-Gon could certainly pass for an engineer. Tahl still had that knowing look, though, and in a moment she took his hand and squeezed.
He didn’t actually remember the next few minutes. When he got his brain back in his skull, he realised that people had been cheering and clapping, and that they’d landed—though, where, he had no idea, hadn’t they been in the middle of the ocean? In any case, Tahl and Marissa both looked relieved. And the brusque flight attendant popped up out of nowhere and handed Marissa a ginger ale.
“Thank you, Ahsoka,” Tahl murmured, sounding infinitely patient. Rex decided that was pretty funny, for some reason. He doubled over laughing, probably on the verge of hysteria.
In a little while, they started letting passengers out of the plane. Rex didn’t get up, though. He decided to wait, get his breathing back under control. Tahl and Marissa didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get anywhere, either. The passengers in First Class were just beginning to disembark when Qui-Gon reappeared, the redhead on his heels.
Qui-Gon seemed particularly concerned. “Everyone all right?”
Tahl nodded, and Ahsoka replied with an oddly enthusiastic “Yep!”
“Obi-Wan, we need to do something about Erlick.”
Obi-Wan—the Air Marshal, apparently—just shrugged. “When I knock people out they tend to stay knocked out.”
“Fair enough. Still, probably want to hand him over to the authorities.”
“You know, if they’re doing this as carefully as I think they are?” Obi-Wan looked thoughtful. “There should be someone waiting on the ground to make sure he got the job done. Or, more accurately, that he went down with the plane.”
Qui-Gon grimaced. “And he didn’t.”
“Well!” Tahl rose and straightened out her blouse. “In that case, Genegrow’s taken care of all the loose ends for us.”
Qui-Gon turned to help Obi-Wan take the luggage out of the compartments, passing suitcases to the passengers around them. Tahl walked a pale and shaking Marissa back to her aisle, and Rex stood up and reached for his suitcase—which Obi-Wan seemed about to take with him. “I’m sorry, I believe that’s my bag.”
Obi-Wan glanced up at him and blinked, then cracked the brightest grin Rex had ever seen. “Oh. I believe you’re right, it is—I’m sorry.”
Rex grinned back like an idiot. “Not at all. Can I get your name?” He saw Qui-Gon give Obi-Wan a sideways glance and shake his head, but decided not to pay it any mind, especially since Obi-Wan didn’t look like he was about to refuse.
“I’m—”
He was interrupted by a loud crash and flight attendant’s scream. Obi-Wan glanced over his shoulder, and Rex noticed ‘Erlick’ had barrelled right through the flimsy door.
“Excuse me,” Obi-Wan apologised, his grin irrepressible. “I have to go make a scene.”
He did make quite a scene, and handed Erlick over to the proper authorities outside. Rex shook his head and figured it was bad luck.
Except, of course, when he stuck his hands in his pockets he discovered a square of paper with a number scrawled on it, sighed Obi-Wan.
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stahlross123 · 5 years ago
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corona crisis
I hope everyone i know is ok and i’m sorry that i was long gone but i’m stressed and my intentions to kill the next guy who scream at me is high. I hope you have it’s better and take care of yourselves.
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