#obi-wan kenobi x asajj ventress

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A Secret Apprentice - chapter 11

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Pairing: Obi-wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos/ Asajj Ventress

Rating: Explicit

They meet Asajj in an apartment in the lower levels of Coruscant.

She answers the door with a bored look and a hand behind her back. A faint smile quirks her lips when she sees them. “Interesting. I didn’t feel you approach.”

Obi-wan tips his head toward the jedi shadow beside him, who chuckles, shrugging. “I keep a few tricks up my sleeve. You know, for special occasions.”

Asajj rolls her eyes at Quinlan’s brag, moving away from the door to let them in. “Mhm.”

Sprawled on the apartment’s ratty couch is a zabrak with honey toned skin and a crown of horns more numerous than usual. He stands when they enter, about as tall as Anakin, but lean… very lean, actually. Perhaps a little under fed.

“This is Feral,” Asajj introduces him. She nudges the nightbrother towards Obi-wan. “Say hello to your future master.”

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thunder // anakin skywalker

★ pairing(s): anakin skywalker x (f!)reader ★ summary: you and anakin had a falling out and now you’re forced to reconcile after a mission gone wrong. ★ warning(s): sexual content! graphic descriptions of wounds! blood! enemies to lovers? ★ a/n: enjoy :) this shit long af sorry lmfao title is from thunder by miss lana

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When you received the encrypted message this morning by Master Mace Windu, you were confused. Sent in the middle of the night with barely any explanation given other than a time and place to meet. It wasn’t unlike Mace to send abrupt messages at all times of the night, but it was strange to have no details given whatsoever.

You struggled with the message all day, going over and over in your mind what was going on, what could happen. You weren’t exactly the most obedient Jedi in the Order and there was recently an incident on Lothal where you had taken some of your men to quietly gather some intel of the Separatists who held Capital city.

Except it didn’t exactly happen quietly and a full blown incursion had broke out. General Kenobi and his fleet had to step in and evacuate you and your men.

While forever grateful for Obi-Wan saving your skin, you were forever guilty of your incompetence.

“There’s been an emergency.” Was the first thing that slipped out of Mace Windu’s mouth the moment you crossed the threshold into the meeting room.

“What emergency?” Silently relieved that this was not what you believed it to be.

“Master Kenobi has already been debriefed and will arrive later to discuss intimate details of the plan with you.”

“How secret of a mission is this that it’s just me and Obi-Wan? No reinforcements?”

“It’s not just you, Master. We’re waiting on one other.”

“Who?”

It was at that moment the doors slid open revealing Anakin, the third member of the small secret trio of the mission. His blood boiled, his jaw clenched, and his stomach churned at the sight of you standing at the other side of the room, avoiding his gaze.

Why? Why were you here? A million reasons as to why ran through his head and none of them sounded good.

“General Skywalker.” You smiled, trying to ignore the way Anakin’s hands curled into fists. Now you knew why you weren’t privy to who exactly was on the mission.

See, you and Anakin didn’t exactly get along. Once, years ago, but now it wasn’t possible for him at least, to be around you.

“What is she doing here?” Anakin’s voice dripped with annoyance.

Your heart panged at the slight but you swallowed it away instead, smiling at him. “Charming as always, Skywalker.”

“She, General Skywalker,” Windu snapped, pointing to you at the opposite end of the room. “Is a member of the Jedi Order and you are in no position to question on why a fellow Jedi is at any meeting. Do you understand?”

“But-“ Anakin started but was quickly shut down.

“Do you understand, Anakin?” Windu’s tone didn’t allow Anakin to choose no.

“Yes, Master Windu.” He grumbled.

“Good.” He pushed the green button on the dashboard, illuminating the room with the soft blue glow, map of Ajan Kloss. “We have reports of a disturbance in the force on the outer rim moon of Ajan Kloss.”

Windu motioned toward the small blue moon. “We have reason to believe that the Separatists are scouting the moon for a new base to begin expanding their efforts further out in the Outer rim.”

“So what is the plan?” You asked.

“Find the disturbance and hopefully stop the expansion.”

“Simple enough.” You nodded.

The door slid open once more, this time Obi-Wan quietly entered. Chin in his hand, circling the table evaluating every inch of the map.

“Master Kenobi.” You called out to him, smiling.

“General.” He nodded. “I’m happy to see you could help. Anakin and I both appreciate your help and expertise on this matter. Don’t we?”

Anakin grumbled, but nodded anyway.

“Thank you, Master.” You smiled at the older man before you. “I’m happy to help.”

“Good.” He returned your smile and looked over to Anakin a moment, placing a hand on his former Padawan’s shoulder before turning back to you. “We’re both happy to have it.”

Anakin huffed his obvious displeasure, loud enough for you to hear it. He was not happy about the situation and no doubt felt blindsided by Obi-Wan’s lack of keeping him in the know of what was going on. You didn’t care, he was any other Jedi on a mission to you and you weren’t going to let his bad attitude and anticipated harsh comments let you from successfully fulfilling your duties and Obi-Wan seemed to thankfully on the same page.

“I trust you three will do this properly.” Windu’s piercing gaze bore into you.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, you two may go.”

Anakin followed you out, sighing heavily as the door slid closed.

You swallowed heavily, the pressure of his gaze into the back of your head made you face him. “I don’t want to do this either, Anakin.”

“Good. Glad you agree.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t screw this one up like you did on Lothal.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“Yeah, sure.” Anakin moved closer, his real hand wrapping around your upper arm. His lips brushed against the top of your ear, “Don’t get in my way.”

Anakin pulled back completely, letting you go and beginning down the hall away from you. “See you tomorrow, Y/n.”

Dawn was breaking when you arrived at the docking bay. Anakin was perched on a supply box, laughing at something one of his men had said.

There was a time you would be there with them, making him laugh. You swallowed hard.

“Where’s Obi-Wan?” Bag slung over your shoulder, you approached the men and Anakin.

Rolling his eyes, he jumped off the box. His demeanor completely changed back into seriousness and annoyance at your presence.

“Why?” Anakin hummed as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Because I have to report to him, Anakin.” You matched his bite.

“He’s on the cruiser.”

You nodded, pushing past him purposely bumping your shoulder hard into his own. Hoping that maybe your bag even hit him as well as you entered in the small jumper ship. Putting your things into a locker before jumping into the cockpit and starting the pre flight procedures.

“I’m flying.” Anakin’s voice entered the cockpit. Of course. Jackass.

“Fine.” You released the pilots controls, not wanting a fight so early in the morning. Instead, you commed to Obi-Wan letting him know of your departure and soon arrival.

You two avoided each other on the cruiser during the standard weeks journey. Waltzing your ways down abandoned corridors and choosing odd meal times.

All of your efforts proved to be in vain when Obi-Wan let you know that Anakin and you were to go solo into the jungle in hopes to use Obi-Wan and his men as a distraction.

“We should head south. Towards the river, there should be small villages along there.” Anakin pointed at the map.

“That’s almost a four day hike,” Sighing as you disagreed with him. “And completely off track.”

“The Separatists will be in those villages, Y/n.” He shook his head, “And whatever Sith scum is on this rock will be there too.”

It began to not rain, pour. Your hair was completely drenched and so was Anakin’s. Thunder rolled in and the fog began to settle.

“If we follow my plan, we won’t end up dead like the men on Lothal.”

That was it.

You had enough of Anakin Skywalker. “Shut up!”

You pushed him to the ground, jumping on top of him and straddling his body.

“What is your problem!?” He choked out. Quickly flipping you over into the dirt, the wind knocked out of your lungs with a huff.

“Get off me!” You wanted to spit in his face. You began to claw at his face, but he quickly grabbed your wrists and grounded them in the mud.

Thunder clapped above. You pounded at his chest, “Get off me!”

Another boom from the sky had him off you. “We need to make shelter!”

You reached for the map in your belt. Feeling for the tech, you found none but scraps. The map was completely destroyed. You reached for the com, it was of the same fate. There was no hope of trying to salvage the tech in your hand.

“You fucked us over!” Anakin shouted over the thunder and rain.

“Shut up!”

“You’re the one who got us in this situation. If only you hadn’t blown up at me, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“I’m the one who got us here?” You scoffed. “Need I remind you that this was your idea?”

“My idea?” He pointed a finger at his face as his eyes narrowed at you. “You suggested that we divert completely!”

“And you suggested that we go this route! Plus-“

“Doesn’t make it my idea!”

“You didn’t let me finish!”

“And I won’t!”

“I have never met someone so infuriating, so narcissistic, and so downright arrogant as you in my entire life!”

“I’m infuriating?” He snapped back with venom. “Have you ever met yourself?”

“You’re so-“ You stopped short.

“So what?” It was only then that you realized that the chipped deep blue armor that wrapped around his shoulders were mere inches from your chin. His chest was mere centimeters away from your own and that he towered over you as his deep blue eyes glowered.

“Just forget it.” You sighed, stepping back, trying to escape his

“No, go on, I’d love to hear it.”

“No, Anakin.”

“I don’t even know how I used to put up with you!”

The brush moved above you. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

The dark ripple of the force electrified your nerves once more. “There, did you feel it?”

“Stop it, nothing’s there. Let’s keep going.”

“Anakin,” His name stopped him dead in his tracks, you hadn’t used it in years. “There’s something following us. I can feel it.”

“It’s just the storm.”

“Anakin.” You looked at him with eyes wide.

“Hello, Jedi.” Ventress hissed from above. Her lightsabers hissed as the sith ignited the two as she towered over you.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Her lips twisted into a sadistic grin that made you twinge.

Anakin ignited his blue to your green.

Ventress cackled, raising her double lights over her head to make a slash at the both of you as she dropped to the jungle floor. A master in her own right with dueling two at the same time.

Anakin lunged forward first, his blue clashing with red. Purple illuminating their faces, you saw this as your chance to enter the fray. Your green went for her side, trying for a swipe at her rib cage. Ventress easily blocked your move.

You and Anakin fought hard as you slowly made progress pushing her farther and farther into the jungle floor. At one point, the green blade of your saber made contact with her leg and Anakin’s sliced up her arm.

You were making good progress and might even capture the with.

That’s until you came upon the ravine.

Ventress’s leg came up, her foot square in the chest of Anakin’s plate of armor and pushed hard.

Anakin fell.

He tumbled over the top of the ravine and into the pit of darkness, his frame shadowed by the rain and fog that enveloped the depth below.

“Anakin!” Your lungs screamed for air, your grip slipped, allowing for Ventress to slice open your shoulder, searing your robes and the skin underneath. You fell to your knees, completely at the mercy of the Sith.

“Oops?” Ventress laughed. “Looks like Skywalker won’t be making it home.”

Your head hung in defeat. Wet hair falling in a curtain around you, shielding your shame. You failed. You failed yourself. You failed Anakin. The only thing that awaited you was death that came in the form of her twin blades crossed over at your neck.

But the blow never came. The hum of her lightsabers ceased and the only thing left was the rain, thunder, and your heavy breaths. Then you descended into the pit, screaming in agony as debris fell onto your wound.

The ravine was just as clear as it was from above. Holding onto the seared wound in your shoulder, your search became frantic noticing the stream was shades of blood. “Anakin!”

His body was unnaturally situated in the shallow water. His eyes were closed as you knelt in front of him.

“Anakin.” You whispered above his unmoving form.

“Anakin! Please!” He was alive you could feel that but his life force was fading. You scanned his body, looking for the wounds that ran the river red. Then you saw his leg.

His leg was mangled, bloody, and almost snapped in half.

It made you nauseous to look at it, but you needed to stop the bleeding or he would die. There was no way this would heal properly without medical attention and weeks worth of time in a bacta tank.

Your frantic hands shed your belt, practically tearing the dark outer robes off your top, leaving only the thin tank top underneath left. The blue fabric of his pants were slick with his blood, dyeing the blue, black. With every second passed, the more his blood poured from his leg.

You couldn’t wrap the wound successfully without straightening it out. The thought of maneuvering the bone back into a straight position was gross and something you had never done before, but you had to get him out of this ravine and get help immediately and with the com broken it wasn’t likely to be found anytime soon.

His unnaturally bent leg made unpleasant noises as you slowly moved it back into a e position, thanking the force he was unconscious to feel the pain. You felt bad for the pain he would feel when he would wake up, if he woke up.

But you couldn’t think like that, no, you would stop the bleeding, find help, and he would be fine. Everything would be fine. You two would go back to Coruscant and the endless fighting would resume.

You traveled for hours with him on your back. Taking only a few moments to eat from a bush or drink from a stream. You tried your best to find the way you had once come. But it was proving difficult with the cloud cover and the haze of pain from your shoulder.

It was nightfall when you found a waterfall with a pool of water. Just behind the curtain of water was a large enough cave that would easily fit the two of you and then some.

You laid Anakin to rest on the floor. Immediately going for water to wash your hands and then his wound. It took hours to delicately clean the break and skin, you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you saw the light streaming through the water.

On the first day, Anakin hadn’t awaken. He laid silently on the cave rock floor. You hadn’t left his side, only once every few odd hours to get more water to clean his wound.

You were reluctant to leave him but you need to find food and find something better to bind his leg and maybe find a way to get to Obi-Wan.

On the second day you made a make shift bed for him to lay on made out of palm ferns that you tied on your back for an easier climb.

On the third day, you meditated. Hoping that you could reach out and contact Obi-Wan through the force, but you weren’t lucky enough to have a bond with him.

On the fourth day, a cold front came in. It wasn’t anything like the chills on Coruscant but it was a significant drop in the average temperature for Ajan Kloss.

On the fifth day he woke up.

“Y/n?” You thought that the hallucinations from lack of sleep, food, and proper hydration began when you heard his voice for the first time. But the voice persisted, calling your name again.

“Don’t move.”

“What happened?”

“Ventress.”

“Have you heard from Obi-Wan?”

“Would we still be in this cave if I had?”

“No.”

“Stop moving.”

“Stop telling me what to do.”

“Your leg almost snapped in half.”

“I know. I can feel it.” Anakin winced. “How long have I been out?”

“Five days.”

“How long do you think-?”

“I don’t know.” You unwound the scrap of red fabric that came from his robes. He tried sitting up again but groaned in pain when you poured water from a flagon you had made out of some hollow shell you had found at the edge of the river and onto the wound.

“Kriff!” He jerked his leg which only caused him more pain. “Fuck.”

“Sit still.” You wanted to slap his stupid face. “If you would just stay put, I could finish this faster and then you wouldn’t be in so much pain.”

“And you haven’t gone out and tried to find help?”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I guess I should’ve let you die then!”

“No.” He looked down at your hands, watching as you worked on wrapping his leg with the freshly washed makeshift linens. “I’m sorry for what I said before Ventress.”

“It’s okay.” You brushed it off. It hurt but you weren’t going to stew over it. Silence fell over you again.

“We used to be inseparable.” Anakin uttered one evening when the rain came down. His back was currently propped up against the cave wall, watching you as you cut into some fruit you had found earlier that day. Your hair was drenched, and beads of water rolled down your neck and bare shoulders. Your skin glistened under the shimmer of the waterfall.

“A long time ago.” You huffed. It was annoying to hear him try to bring up the past between you.

“It was only four years ago.”

“Yeah, a long time ago.” You didn’t really want to have this conversation with him.

“We stopped talking.” Yeah no shit.

Sighing heavily, you put down the small shard of stone. You couldn’t quite understand why he was suddenly bringing this up right now. After all, it was he who stopped talking to you, leaving you to wonder for months what you had done wrong. It left questions burning at the tip of your tongue every time you were in close proximity of each other.

“Why?” Why? The gaul of Anakin finally got to you.

But after everything that had happened in the last week, it was as good as time as any to ask the question that had been itching at the back of your mind for. “Was what happened on Corellia that bad?”

“What?”

“Corellia. Plo and Obi-Wan took us to Corellia to help locals from the Pykes. We had tried to help annex them from the spice lords. We got split up and you and I were sent alone and then we had um-“

“Yeah, I remember Corellia.” He stopped you before you could finish the sentence, knowing full well what you were about to say.

“After that,” You continued. “You stopped talking to me. You started to act different around me, like you do now…I just didn’t understand. I still don’t understand.”

Anakin was silent for a long time. His head turned and he watched as the waterfall gushed down. “I remember when we were barely seventeen and you had training with Plo every morning from sunrise until noon but this time he was called away for an emergency on…I think it was Kijimi?”

“Where are you going with this, Anakin?”

“Let me finish.”

“I-“

“Just listen.”

“Fine.”

“Obi-Wan offered to train you himself when Plo was gone. He trained you hard for two weeks and I watched all of it. I sat behind the Uneti tree and watched you guys fight. It was like a sort of dance. I had never seen him and you flow so easy before. It was mesmerizing.”

“Okay? I don’t understand the point of this whole story?”

“Can you just be quiet? I’m trying to explain myself in the best way I can and you’re being rude.”

“That’s thick.”

“Whatever. Look, I just got nervous around you.”

“Nervous? Anakin, I thought we were closer than ever after Corellia and your explanation is that you became nervous?” Your eyebrow arched. Stars, he was dumber than you remember.

“You know what? Forget it.”

“No. I’m sorry, finish.”

He sat there in silence for a moment as he eyed you out of the corner of his eye, watching as you moved to sit next to him; propping your back against the wall, mirroring his position. Clearing his throat, his eyes fell to his hands, “I-I wasn’t freaked out. I was jealous and standing there only days after Corellia watching you two train in such fluidity I realized right then and there.“

The silence was loud as he looked back down at you. His eyes searched yours with a look you hadn’t seen since you were seventeen.

No. He couldn’t. This couldn’t be the reason to why your friendship had fallen apart.

The silence settled again in the cave as you watched him. “Anakin…”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pity me.” He swallowed “You rejected me.”

“I didn’t reject you.” You weren’t even awake when you had left him laying in bed alone. You had thought it was for the best. You didn’t want Plo or especially Obi-Wan finding the two of you wrapped up in the sheets together. “I didn’t think it wise to stay and you took me leaving as rejection. You were the one who ignored me for months! You are not the victim here, Anakin!”

He fell silent, looking out at the undulating gushing water. It was moments before you spoke again.

“I liked you too. Once.”

“I know.” He smirked. “You were obvious.”

“I know.”

“It was endearing.”

“I didn’t quite grasp the concept of no attachments at ten.”

“I still don’t.”

You shrugged and stared at the raging waterfall, unwilling to meet his gaze.

“Do you…” Anakin’s voice trailed off, lingering in the air, allowing for the pounding water to take over the conversation until he was brave enough to finish it.

“Do I what?”

“Do you hate me?”

“No! Oh my stars, no.”

“So you still like me?”

“No.” You were telling the truth, you missed him sure, but it wasn’t love anymore. “I do not.”

“But you did once.”

“I was ten.”

“Ten, twenty, a hundred. Love just doesn’t die.”

“Wow, you’re a real poet Skywalker. A shame your flowery words of endearment will never be heard upon the ears of lovers.”

“Look, you are smart, funny, strong, and you paid attention to me. I just had misplaced my admiration into childish fantasies that had led me astray until I had found balance again.” He sighed. “And I don’t hate you. You hate me though.”

“I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.” That was all it took for Anakin to finally kiss you. Press his own to yours, in a fervor that was everything and nothing you had to said to each other.

His lips were warm.

Chapped.

“Anakin-“ You moaned into his mouth. It was electric, like the wire from all those years ago was plugged back into its socket.

He hummed into your mouth, his fingers were still entangled in your hair. Grasping at the base of your skull, pulling at the tendrils. Your lips moved in perfect sync as he began pulling you towards him, trying to position you on his lap.

“Your leg.”

“I don’t feel it.”

“Anakin.” You bit your lip. It wasn’t right. “We can’t.”

“I might die.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I might never see the light ever again. Might never feel the warmth of another person ever again.”

He pulled you to him again, kissing you with all of the pent up anger, guilt, and want the past four years had built.

His warm hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips caressing the slick, sweaty skin that was a sea of goosebumps from the contact. Skating up your rib cage to find your breast.

Moaning into his mouth, you forgot what it was like to be touch, no caressed by him. It felt so wrong but that’s what must’ve been so good about it.

You retracted from him, pulling your shirt off completely. Baring yourself to him. His lips found your nipple, sucking lightly at the sensitive tip, your head rolled back in pleasure.

You could feel him at you clothed core, your hips rocking against his hard cock.

“Fuck.” His breath was hot against your skin but never relented. “If you keep doing that I’ll cum.”

“Then fuck me.”

His tip was swollen and leaking with pre-cum when you helped him with his pants. You wanted to take him in your mouth but wanted him inside you more.

“Fuck.” He moaned deeply as you sank your wet cunt onto his pulsating erection. You couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure yourself as you felt him bottom out in you.

With careful undulating rolls you moved on top of him.

It was by no means romantic, this clash between you. Needy and primal, it was a release of everything. Every quick slash of the tongue. Every glance and every subliminal touch.

“I know about you and Obi-Wan.” Anakin’s fingers entwined within your hair, tenderly caressing your scalp as he braided small sections with your head laid on his bare chest.

There was no reason to deny what he said. You hummed against his skin.

“Do you love him?” He continued to play with your hair as he quietly whispered. There was no malice, no jealously, no discontent behind his question.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

The next few days continued as they had prior to what happened between you and Anakin. There had been no mentions of you having sex and none of Obi-Wan.

Anakin’s leg wasn’t getting better but it wasn’t getting worse. Which you took as a good sign.

“I’m going to get more food.” You were running out of the little supply you had previously gotten and he needed as much energy and nutrients as possible.

“Okay.”

“Please don’t do anything stupid.”

“Would never dream of it.”

You looked back once more before descending the rock and into the jungle floor. Purple fruit hung from low bushes that proved edible and somewhat sweet. Which was good enough for your empty stomachs.

You plucked a few into your makeshift satchel you had created from scraps of Anakin’s robes. It wouldn’t be enough if you were expecting to be here longer, so you moved deeper into the jungle. Hoping to find a piece of meat of any kind at this point.

You felt it first. A movement in the overgrown brush. Then you saw it.

A figure, no, it was definitely a man moved through the jungle alone. Whacking his way through the brush with looked like a vibroblade, as he tried to navigate the tricky, uneven floor.

“Obi-Wan?” Maybe you were tired, hungry, and downright delirious at this moment but for a fleeting second, the auburn hair was one thing it was the white and tan armor that was unmistakable.

“Obi-Wan!” The fruit dropped from your hands and squashed into the mud below, but you didn’t care. Obi-Wan had stopped his pursuit through the flora and spun around.

“Y/n?” His eyes widened and he dropped the vibroblade to the muddied ground. You sprinted towards the Jedi Master and practically jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his body. The warmth he radiated was comforting and familiar. He was sweaty and smelled a bit but you were sure you were ten times worse.

Obi-Wan’s mouth found yours as he brought your body closer to his in desperation and happiness.

He pulled back from your body but his arms were still wrapped around you. His cerulean eyes searched your face and his hand came to caress your dirty, sweaty cheek. He wasn’t sure you were really real.

“Yes, it’s really me.” You half laughed, half sobbed.

“You’re hurt.” His fingertips gingerly graced the surface of your wrapped shoulder. You had forgotten about your wound.

“I forgot.” You laughed through the tears, looking down at the disgusting unkept wrappings.

“You forgot?” He laughed, shaking his head. “I guess you’re okay then?”

“I’ll live.” You smiled, kissing him once more.

“Where’s Anakin?”

You hesitated, worried at how he would react to the news of Anakin almost dying and his leg needing extensive medical attention.

“Anakin is injured.” His eyebrow raised at the news. “Badly.”

“What happened?”

“Ventress.”

“Where is he?”

“A few clicks from here.” You began moving back towards the waterfall. “I can’t move him. Not by myself. He needs medical attention now or he’ll lose the leg.”

“I’ll com Cody.” Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed as he calmly talked to the Commander, detailing the extent of Anakin’s injuries and of yours.

You led him to the cave, detailing the events of Ventress and everything in between. “I cleaned the wound twice a day. I ran out of cloth so I washed and reused what I had, but it was running water. The bleeding has stopped and has begun to scab over but his leg is damaged badly, Obi-Wan. It’ll be weeks in a bacta tank before he can walk properly again.”

Stepping into the cave with Obi-Wan, Anakin was just as you had left him but now he was smirking at the sight of you two.

“Took you long enough.”

You were evacuated from Ajan Kloss.

The team was a sight for sore eyes. Anakin was brought to the medbay immediately, induced into sleep he floated around the bacta tank with his mangled leg suspended.

With relief, you found your quarters after a quick check up, proper meal, and a long shower.

Wrapped up in a blanket, you were sitting in the window ledge. Watching the stars go by, waiting for the jump to hyper speed.

Reflecting on the past few weeks had brought peace. Happy with the loose ends now tied.

When Obi-Wan entered through the door with two cups of steaming tea, the uneasiness of guilt and embarrassment found you. He was so good to you, giving you the world and happiness. He didn’t have to know what happened.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Hello.” Obi-Wan reciprocated, handing you the mug. “Are you alright?”

You hummed. “You?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Thank you for saving me.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, your eyes threatening to close from the lack of sleep catching up to you. You felt safe here next to Obi-Wan and for a moment you thought about what Anakin said, pondering for a moment before letting your body fully sink down. “Again.”

“Of course.” He kissed the top of your head, then leaning his cheek on your hair. Letting the quiet envelope the two lovers.

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Quinlan Vos 🤝 Cal Kestis, Psychometric Jedi with issues surrounding the dark side of the force who are in love with nightsisters and also survived order 66, later helping the hidden path.

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Star Wars Playlist Compilation

The High Republic:

Avar Kriss

Elzar Mann

Avar/Elzar

Avar & Elzar & Stellan

Lourna Dee

High Republic Jedi

The Nihil

The Clone Wars:

Anakin & Ahsoka

Obi-Wan/Satine

Satine Kryze

Ahsoka Tano

Bo-Katan Kryze

Padme Amidala

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Asajj Ventress

Siege of Mandalore

Misc.

Cal/Merrin

Trilla Suduri (The Second Sister)

The Rebel Alliance

[jedi-lothwolf]

Codywan Week Day 1: Cody With a Lightsaber

Summary: Cody learns to use Obi-wan's lightsaber.

Warning: slight violence?

Note: Cyare: Mando'a for beloved/loved

A lightsaber is a Jedi's life. The crystal carefully calls to you, knowing you'll use its power for good. Who decided to trust it with was your decision.

Obi-wan carefully placed his in Cody's callused hands, "can you take care of this for me? I can't take it on my mission."

"Wouldn't you rather have Anakin hold on to it?" Cody was unsure. He knew how much lightsabers meant to the jedi. Was he really the one who should be the one to watch over it?

"No, I'm sure. It wasn't a hard decision. I'll be back in a few days." He smiled, hoping Cody understood how much this meant.

"Okay. It'll be here when you arrive." Cody hooked it to his belt in the pace he had hallowed out for it. Obi-wan seemed careless with his saber sometimes. Cody ended up holding on to it so he carved a place for it in his armor, altering his most personal possession.

After Obi-wan got back he taught him how to use the lightsaber. Turning it on and off, hold it correctly, and how to fight and protect. Cody picked it up quickly, the Jedi even joked that Cody was force sensitive. He even found a training saber for the commander when they sparred.

As time passed, Cody got better at using it. He no longer feared getting hit by the blade, knowing he wouldn't because of his skill. As he got better the general got closer to him. He stood behind him, wrapping his hands around Cody's body to guide him.

Obi-wan was so warm and inviting. He was patient and passionate. The two found themselves getting to close for the code to like. Lightsabers weren't the only thing to interlock. Hands and lips touched each other gently.

So much was going on. Fire rose on the battlefield and Cody watched Obi-wan. The Jedi fought with the sith apprentice Asajj Ventress. He was losing.

Not long after the sith struck him down. Cody didn't hesitate. He shot at her and rushed to his general's side. Grabbing Obi-wan's lightsaber and turned it on.

The memories of learning to use the saber filled his head as well as the fondness of the time they spent together. Cody looked down at Obi-wan, knowing he held his life in his hands. He would be damned if he would let his cyare's faith be placed wrong.

Ventress was entertained. "You're going to fight me?"

Cody didn't answer. Instead he attacked. Intrigued Ventress held off killing him. When she got bored she would just cut his head off and be done with it.

Obi-wan awoke to lightsabers classing. He attempted to get off the ground. Failing the first time he looked up to see Cody fighting his enemy. He was in awe of his commander.

However he knew the sith was humoring him. Obi-wan had to get up. It scared him to think what may happen if he didn't.

The Jedi pulled himself to his feet, ready to do what was necessary to pull this battle out of the separatist hands. "Cody" he started.

The clone turned his head for just a moment. "Hey general."

"Can I have my saber please?" He joked.

"Of course sir." Cody smiled under his helmet and quickly, yet gently, handed Obi-wan back his saber. He grabbed his gun and stayed nearby.

The battle was just barely a Republic win. Cody helped the injured where he could and when he was no longer of any use went to find Obi-wan.

"Thank you." Obi-wan smiled upon seeing Cody come to his side.

"I'm just glad you're alright. Thank you for trusting me with your life."

"Thank you for taking time to learn how it works."

@codywanweek

[starwarsite]

Okay so I asked people on Instagram what they wanted to see me draw, and lots of them mentioned Sith Obi Wan, but also Ventress. Thought I’d do both hehehe

[s-c-g-s-c-g]

Friday Fics Recs

Now that the first four months of my 2024 are decidedly filled with Star Wars rarepair fic updates it feels appropriate to rec some rarepairs! Each rec features a different Star Wars rarepair from the prequels/clone wars era. They're listed in descending wordcount order which also happens to more or less put them in order of placement in the timeline.

The Soldier, the Queen, and the Hunter: Truth and Fiction by kj_keyburn - Padmé/Jango/Obi-Wan

Padmé and Obi-Wan arrive on Kamino and discover the clones together, it changes a lot. I love creative fix-its and this one's genuinely really fun. I love the way it flips back and forth between truth and fiction, it's really engaging and effective. Alpha-17's narration and inner thoughts were delightful! Overall, a very engaging and entertaining read!

In Which Anakin's Soulmate is a Lot Like Him, But More, and Worse by phoenixyfriend - Bo-Katan/Anakin, Padmé/Asajj

I think the title says a lot about this one lol. I love when soulmate AUs have some fun with the match-ups. Bo-Katan and Anakin work really well together here and I very much enjoyed the development of their relationship. Padmé and Anakin are wonderful disasters and I had a lot of fun with their support and encouragement of each other. I had a great time!

Your heart is in danger by blackkat - Padmé/Fox

“My brain is about to leak out of my ears,” Fox mutters, and the urge to bang his head back against the wall is incredibly strong. Padmé is pretty and competent. Fox's perspective is both delightful and entertaining, especially as he starts to realize he's doomed. I love their dynamic here and how Fox falls for her. This one's a delight through and through!

[what-i-meant-to-say]

she palms him

she shakes him

she slaps him

she could maybe sorta want him

ha ha ha, bless your soul

you really think you're in control

[jondrawsthings]

Even in the heat of battle she could always catch him a little off guard

[sinclair-enterprises]

Changing canon to make it so that Ventress didn’t die during that whole Dark Disciple nonsense was the right call actually and I’m glad it was done. Easily the worst arc in what would have been The Clone Wars’s Seasons 7 and 8.

[nicolabarth]

A Secret Apprentice - chapter 2

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Pairing: Obi-wan Kenobi/Asajj Ventress

Rating: Mature

Obi-wan comes to a stop before her, bowing politely and smiling. “Hello there.”

“Hm. When Dooku said you were an important guest, I didn’t expect a jedi,” she greets him caustically.

There’s a sort of bored, sardonic tone to her voice, and Obi-wan decides he rather likes it. Not the tone, of course, but the voice. It’s a little bit rough - smokey, one could say.

“An important guest?” he replies, matching her acid with a sweet base of his own. “Goodness, that makes me feel quite special.”

“The words he used were ‘dear’ and ‘friend’. Maybe I shouldn’t have translated that to ‘important’,” she drawls.

Obi-Wan hides the genuine smile that brings to his face. “I’m his former padawan’s padawan,” he explains. “Or grandpadawan, if you would. I guess that makes us family in a way.”

He offers her a different smile, one that usually works well on people whenever he and Quinlan are out together. “I’m Obi-wan, at your service,” he bows slightly, “I don't recall if our mutual friend has mentioned you before, Lady …?”

Just like his ship, his smile doesn’t seem to impress. The woman looks him up and down like she's already read the book of his life, and found him wanting. “Asajj,” she says finally.

[lt-sarai]

Anyone else dying for some Obi-Wan/Ventress Enemies With Benefits or am I just unhinged after only 16 episodes of this show?

[now-you-sound-like-a-jedi]

Chapter Nine is up!

In the aftermath of the Jedi Temple bombing, Ahsoka is accused of a horrific crime and she turns to the only person she knows who has been in a similar situation before: Satine. Together, the two try and figure out how to clear her name but, with the entire Coruscant Guard looking for her and very few people they can trust, that might be easier said than done...

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Excerpt:

Satine approached the front door somewhat warily; knocks on one’s door at an hour so late it was practically early were very rarely a good thing. ‘Who is it?’ she called. 

A familiar voice responded. ‘It’s Ahsoka. I’m sorry, I know it’s late,’ she said, ‘But I think I need your help.’

Satine had the door unlocked and opened in seconds, and a sense of unease crept up her spine at the sight of her. Not at the fact that it was Ahsoka - she liked the girl a great deal and it hadn’t taken her long at all to understand why Padmé and Obi-Wan were so fond of her - but rather at the padawan’s entire demeanour. Firstly, she wasn’t dressed for a walk across the city at night; she had no cloak, her arms were bare, and she seemed to be shivering a little. Then there was the look on her face: uncertain, anxious, eyes darting around the hallway like a frightened bogling.

‘Hi,’ Ahsoka said, and her voice matched her expression perfectly. ‘I’m really sorry for just showing up, I just- I didn’t know where else to go.’

Worry began to seep into Satine’s mind, but she forced herself to smile gently. ‘Oh no, don’t be silly,’ she said, ‘Come in. Whatever’s the matter?’

Ahsoka stepped into the apartment, throwing one last nervous glance over her shoulder. Only once Satine had closed and locked the door again behind her did she attempt to explain. ‘I didn’t do it, I swear I didn’t.’ She was talking rapidly, stumbling over her words. ‘I don’t know how-’ 

‘Woah, woah.’ Satine cut her ramblings short. ‘Okay, slow down, ad’ika. What didn’t you do?’

‘They, um-’ Ahsoka hesitated. ‘They think I killed someone.’

Satine’s eyes widened. ‘Oh,’ she said, somewhat uselessly. Whatever she might have been expecting Ahsoka to say, it certainly wasn’t that. ‘Okay, that’s ah- somewhat less than ideal…’ Understatement of the millennium, but there you go. ‘Alright, why don’t I make us a cup of tea and you can tell me what happened?’

Ahsoka nodded shakily. ‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘Yeah, okay.’

Satine went to put an arm around her but startled back at the chill of her skin. ‘Stars, you’re freezing!’ she exclaimed. ‘Here-’ She took off her thick cardigan and wrapped it around Ahsoka’s shoulders.

Ahsoka slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled them down over her hands, curling her fingers around the cuffs. ‘Thanks,’ she mumbled. 

She followed Satine into the kitchen and sat down at the table, the sound of the chair dragging across the floor seeming unusually harsh.

Satine kept one eye on Ahsoka as she made the tea. Sitting there at the table, wrapped in Satine’s cardigan, staring blankly ahead of her, she didn’t look like a Jedi apprentice who spent her days decapitating battle droids on the front lines; she looked like a scared sixteen-year-old girl who didn’t know what she was supposed to do now.

[kittystargen3]

A time traveling Grandmaster, to the Prequel Era, trying to fix the mistakes the Jedi made, and get rid of a certain Sith too. Only Time Travel is not that easy, as Yoda will soon learn.

Today I've added a new chapter to Time Travel: To the Past Yoda Goes. Below is a small selection. Please go to the links above to read more.

Chapter 62 - The Grandmaster

“The L-Drives go here…” Tilleck’s attention was drawn away toward a group of Jedi walking down the hall outside.  He couldn’t imagine his luck, getting a job here, of all places.  What will it be like working at the Temple?  Side by side with real Jedi! 

���... And the bolt cutters are behind the C-Bolts.” Ribou Nenn finished. “Did you get that?”

“Yeah, yeah.  I’m sorry.  I’m just a little wowed to be working here, of all places.” Tilleck confessed.  

“Yeah, the Temple.”  Ribou’s eyes sympathetically emulated his shock.  

“Do the Jedi ever hang out?” Tilleck whispered the last two words like they were a secret.

“The Knights don’t really hang, they meditate.  The Jedi code doesn’t preclude us from forming friendships outside of the order, but most knights won’t be easy to start a conversation with.”

“Us… No wait! You’re a Jedi?”  Tilleck’s mouth dropped open.  Ribou was introduced as a co-worker.  He thought he was another engineer or tradesman.  That he could’ve been standing here with one of them all this time and not known… He was amazed!

“I am temple trained, though my path has been different than most knights.”  Ribou confessed. 

Tilleck smiled.  “We can be friends, though.  Eeh, Eeh?” he continued to pester until Ribou nodded.  “Great, my first Jedi friend.”

“Do you understand the mechanical bench, or do I need to go over it again?”  

“I’ve got it.  L-drives and C-Bolts.”  Tilleck parroted.  

“Good, What’s next?” Ribou seemed to ask himself.  

Tilleck heard the clang as the hangar door opened.  It seemed a ship was returning to the Temple now.  

This sparked an idea for Ribou.  “I can go over the Ingress procedure.”  He grabbed a clipboard with a form on it from the desk and handed it to Tilleck.  “This way.”

Ribou led him up the ship's ramp.  Tilleck remembered earlier, Ribou had said something about not going up to a ship while the Jedi were still onboard.  And he didn’t think they’d left enough time for anyone to deboard.  But he wasn’t the one with experience here, and he wasn’t force-trained either.  If Ribou wanted them to look at this ship now, he was going to trust him.   

The door opened, and a Tall Jedi with dark skin stepped out.  Ribou immediately bowed.  “Master Windu, I’m sorry.”  

Master Windu didn’t blink an eye.  It was almost like he was used to peasants kneeling at his feet when he stepped off a ship.  He looked down at the hangar with a gruff eye, appraising the whole place to be beneath him.  After he cleared the door, another Jedi emerged, and after him, another four.  

Ribou lifted his head, and backed up towards Tilleck.  “Something’s wrong here.” he whispered.  

Tilleck felt confused.  He didn’t know what was going on, but then he knew the best way to get things in order was to act like they were.  “Greetings Masters.  How did she perform for you?  Does her engine need a tune up?”  

Their attention was drawn towards him as one.  Tilleck didn’t know how Ribou was handling it, but he was sweating buckets.  Before today, he’d never actually met a real Jedi.  His interviews for the position were with a friend of his professor, who’s recommendation actually got him the job.  But if working under them felt like this, he was considering quitting the job and moving offworld.  He’d heard Corellia was always desperate for mechanics.   

The attention of the Jedi slipped past him quickly to Ribou.  “The star, show him.  Talk backwards, why do I?”  One of the Jedi, a short green female, said.  

“It’s biological.  I can explain it later, but you won’t get it.” said another, a human male with red hair.  

Windu stepped up holding a staff.  At the top of the staff, a cloth was tied, covering its top.  The Jedi walked past Tilleck and up to Ribou.  

“The ship suited us well.  Her engines do need upgrades, but for all purposes, they ran just fine.”  The redhead turned to Tilleck, distracting him from seeing what the other was doing to Ribou.  

“Oh, alright.  I’ll make a note of that.”  Tilleck replied.  He didn’t know for sure, but there must be a way to make the notes on the forms.  He’ll ask Ribou later.  

Meanwhile, Windu seemed to pull the cover back over the staffhead. Did he have it off?  Ribou nodded to him.  Then Windu turned and walked back to the others.  

Tilleck stepped past him to get to Ribou, and he whispered, “Is everything alright.”  

“Yeah,” Ribou shook his head.  “Clean the ship, I’m going to go with them to visit the Council.”  

“Hmm?” Tilleck questioned.  As an engineer it wasn’t his job to clean any of the ships in the hangar.  Though sometimes wiping the harddrive is referred to as cleaning by his peers at the university.  He supposed Ribou could mean that.  But then why wouldn’t he just say so?

“We will leave a few here to help you.  I want the ships prepared to fly out in a few hours.  There are still subgroups in the galaxy?” Windu looked at the group, and one who was tall with brown hair nodded to him in reply.  “Good, Sidious, you stay here with the other three.”

“What!  Nosa, me gos wit yousa.”  Sidious, a Gungan, responded.  Tilleck had read a paper about the species in one of his university classes.  Doubtless whatever led him to be here was a part of an interesting tale.  

Windu rolled his eyes.  “Fine, The others are still onboard.  They will help you with your tasks.”

Tilleck bowed as Ribou before had done, “Yes, Master Jedi.”  

To that title, Windu seemed to wince, before schooling his face and turning to lead the others out of the Hangar.   

Tilleck looked down at the form he still carried.  The first part was asking about fuel expenditures, and he figured he’d start there.  He’d meet these “Other three,” on the way, probably, and hopefully they would know more about procedure here.  

[direwolfrules]

Star War As Star Trek AU: I Still Don't Have A Coherent Plot Idea But Here's Quinlan

At first I thought I'd make our favorite psychometric Kiffar some sort of Garak equivalent. But then, I remembered something. Quinlan is a being of chaos who comes in, flirts, and leaves devastation in his wake. There is only one character in Trek who could possibly fit (that doesn’t have god-like powers anyway).

That's right. Quinlan's now the Lwaxana Troi of this AU.

He comes in, flirts platonically with Obi-Wan, makes Cody want to throw him out an airlock, helps Anakin almost blow up the warp core, and calls Rex "Mr. Fetch".

He's still psychometric, an ability that I'm planning to make a common Kiffar ability.

I want to say he's an important member of Starfleet Intellegence. Like, a Commodore or Rear Admiral. It's only Cody's love of proper procedure and respect for rank that keeps him from tossing Quinlan into the holodeck with the safety protocols off.

When Korkie comes into the picture Quinlan acts as fun uncle Quin, giving the kid advice on life and how to flirt. Korkie ignores most of this, because he has sense, and because his grandpa made sure he got the talk (Adonai was not going to let another generation of his family forget birth control exists — *cough* Satine *cough* — or that healthy relationships have things like boundaries and respect — *cough* Bo-Katan *cough*).

Quinlan’s version of “The Dark Pages” repressed memory is his great-aunt forcing him to hold his parents Guardian Badges and experience their murders psychometrically. (This is an actual thing that happened in Legends. Evil great-aunt Tinté was a horrible old lady.)

At one point everyone thinks Quinlan’s defected to the Confederacy, and Obi-Wan’s feeling all betrayed. Lots of “how could he do this?!” angst moments. Starfleet Intelligence interrogates him like seventy times because he was one of Quinlan’s best friends. Siri’s placed on temporary leave from her position at Intelligence, and Aayla’s promotion to Captain suddenly isn’t happening.

Then Obi-Wan gets assigned a mission to pick up a deep cover operative and a Confederacy defector and surprise! It’s Quinlan and Ventress.

The whole defection was an undercover assignment and the treatment everyone got was meant to sell the ruse. Starfleet got intel that Ventress wanted to defect, sent in Quinlan, and the rest is history. Except for those Confederacy ships priming weapons, maybe you wanna get us out of here Obi?!

Everyone on the Resolute notices Quinlan and Ventress are a lot closer than they should be, because they're about as subtle as a brick to the face and are constantly making out in crowded hallways. Obi-Wan tries to talk to him about it, but Quinlan's playing dumb and after the last 2 months Obi-Wan just doesn't have the energy. To borrow a Voyager quote:

Quinlan: How the hell do you know when we're having intimate relations?

Obi-Wan: There is no one on Deck 9, Section 12 who doesn't know when you're having intimate relations.

[kimageddon]

A Prince of Dathomir - Chapter 112

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Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Slight Canon Divergence

Word count: Approx 3000 Contains/Warnings: Violence, injuries, abusive behaviour, threats, mentions of death. Chapter Summary: Zaiya, Feral and Maul race to save Savage from Ventress and the Jedi. Notes: (at the end!)

Witches - Part 2

Savage touched down in the hangar of the dreadnought, dragging the limp form of the Toydarian King with him. If not for the Jedi… Urgh! The Toydarian was supposed to come back alive! They’d interfered and now he would have to face Dooku with his mistake. This was meant to be his fledgeling mission to prove he could be a true Sith apprentice!

Savage could do nothing but lay the body at Dooku’s feet and wait for punishment. 

“You ignorant beast!” Dooku boomed, “I told you, I wanted him alive!” The lightning came a moment later and Savage tried not to scream in pain. He was not successful. 

It let up after about a minute and he managed to pant out an apology, asking for forgiveness. It was entirely the wrong thing to say and Dooku sneered at him before sending another blast right through him. Savage could barely move, he thought he was about to pass out, when the door opened before him and a familiar slender figure stood there. 

“Ventress…” Dooku whispered in disbelief. Savage could barely hear what they were saying, and it took too much effort to be able to pull himself to his feet. “Savage… you can make amends for your mistake-- by destroying this Witch!” But Ventress was already laughing at the old man. Savage felt confused, and his hand reached for his saber, his master had given him an order!

“I don’t think that will be happening, will it, Savage?” he moved to take a step back but she raised a hand and he felt a tap on his forehead. There was a sound in his head and it felt like a fog was lifting. “Remember where your true loyalties lie…” her voice swam in his brain and he remembered the mission to deceive Dooku! Yes, that was what he was doing here! Though everything seemed foggy, he had to remember, this was his mate… right? 

That strange voice in the back of his mind was louder now, and he felt parts of himself fighting internally. He could not hesitate though, he knew what he had to do now. 

“With you, Mistress,” he answered and ignited his lightsaber. He would finally strike against the man that had tormented him for the past few months. 

The battle was fierce and intense, he struck at the urgent demands from Ventress, the incessant nagging in his head, the wrongness he felt. What was happening?  Savage attacked again and again, but he was met with powerful bolts of electric pain that stopped him in his tracks. 

“Kill him!” Ventress screamed as she defended with her twin lightsabers. “Kill him you fool!” 

Couldn’t she see he was trying!? Everytime he stood, Dooku would blast him with lightning and Savage was back on the floor. 

“I… can’t!” he growled through gritted teeth, “he’s too powerful!” 

“Your weakness will not be my downfall!” she screeched and Dooku seemed smug.

“A failed apprentice makes for a foolish master!” he gloated. 

Savage saw it then, and the voice in the back of his mind called out. 

They didn’t care about him. They wanted him for nothing as a tool! Both of them! Why should he protect them at all?! She was willing to see him dead so long as she got what she wanted. 

He managed to stand and for a moment there was calm-- before rage exploded out of him. Power swept his body and he roared like the beast they claimed him to be, sending both of them flying back from the shockwave in the Force. He would show them. He would kill them both!

He charged, throwing both of them around the room, feeling a satisfying thrill as he inflicted more pain upon the two traitors! His success did not last however and in a moment between defending themselves, Ventress struck back and Dooku once again shot Savage down with blue lightning. He was flung back, and when he looked up, Dooku had gone and Ventress was leaping down an emergency escape hatch in the floor. Savage was too slow to make it however, and the door shut on him before he could follow. 

He raised his double bladed lightsaber to strike down and cut his way through but-- the main door opened once more. Savage heard voices and recognised the sensation in the Force. The Jedi had followed him somehow!

The rage built again. Were it not for them, he would not even be in this predicament! It was their fault! They had taken his success from him! With another furious roar he sent them back, he would destroy everything in his path!

He sent the Jedi back against the far wall, agony and fury surging through him, he just wanted to destroy everything! The two were on their feet, and he attacked with all the ferocity of a raging rancor, dodging the blue blades left and right, countering and parrying in a frenzy. He pushed them back through the halls of the Dreadnought, knowing that if he could not find Ventress or Dooku again, then he would have to escape, even in his rage he knew he could not take them all.

He narrowly avoided a strike from the bearded one, but the younger one slashed at his face, and caught two of his horns. His horns! The Jedi had cut them off! 

Savage screamed in fury as the hangar doors opened to find absolute chaos … and green fire. 

----

Zaiya had managed to land her ship, The Nameless, easily enough. Sixy had hooked into the system to trigger the ship to self-destruct. The Separatist droids were nothing to the three Zabraks and they had cut them down easily. Still, it had taken too much time, and Zaiya could no longer sense Ventress on the ship. 

One of the comms for the droids echoed a deep voice Zaiya had only heard in holo recordings; Dooku. He was calling for the execution of Savage and her hearts leapt. At her back Maul and Feral were finishing off a small group of droids and Zaiya ran forward-- just as the doors opened. 

Anakin and Kenobi had their backs to her, but she looked right past them to see a bloody and exhausted Savage… and his horns! She let out a growl as she slashed with her mila hanska blade and Kenobi only just managed to block it. 

“Siren?!” he gasped. 

“I knew it!” Anakin cried as he defended from Savage’s strike. 

“Savage!” Zaiya cried, trying to get around the Jedi. She shoved the two back and bolted over to the huge Zabrak. “Savage… Come on, we have to go. Tell me you remember me!” He raised his lightsaber but stopped, his eyes went wide as he stared down at her in shock. 

“You…?” 

The moment didn’t last and they were again having to fight off the Jedi, but this time back to back. 

“I knew you were behind this!” Anakin growled. 

“Ah Skywalker, as stubborn as ever,” she snarled. “If you don’t mind, I think I shall be taking our brother and leaving--”

“Brother?!” Anakin scoffed.

“Our?” Kenobi asked at the same time. 

“Savage…” Zaiya held back Kenobi’s blade and nodded behind him as she reached back and gripped Savage's forearm. She looked at Anakin with a firm and serious gaze. “I will do anything for my family.”

Simultaneously, Anakin’s expression softened, Kenobi looked away and Savage looked down at her. She saw the recognition in his eyes. 

“No…” Kenobi gasped. He was looking past the battle now… and at the two other Zabraks that were finishing off the last of the B2 Battledroids. Maul turned toward them, and his face became murderous. 

[Self-Destruct Initiated. Abandon Ship.] An automated voice spoke and in the moment of total confusion, Zaiya grabbed Savage tighter and yanked him with her as she kicked Kenobi away. 

“No time!” she yelled and dragged Savage with her. “Into the ship!” 

Sixy barreled through and charged back onto the ramp. Zaiya pushed Savage ahead of her and Feral helped his injured brother inside. 

Maul however moved to charge Kenobi, but Zaiya’s hand landed square in the middle of his chest. 

“You will not deny me my revenge!” he roared, the two Jedi having weapons raised to fight. 

[Self-Destruct in Two Minutes.]

“Never, sire, but there’s no time!” she urged, and she watched fury contort his handsome face. 

“I will kill him,” he growled. 

“And I will help you, but we cannot do that if we’re both dead!” He looked at her sharply and nodded, the two turning away. The Nameless was already hovering and they had to leap to get up there, the ramp closing as soon as the two were inside. 

Zaiya hurried to the cockpit to get as much distance between them and the dreadnought as she could. She did it. She had them. Savage was safe. 

Now she just had to get him to remember them. 

----

Obi-Wan ran back to his own ship with Anakin in tow. The Siren’s ship had already made the jump to hyperspace by the time the two Jedi had escaped the Dreadnought. 

“At least the Separatist ship was destroyed…” Anakin murmured. Obi-Wan said nothing, letting Anakin pilot, his mind churning. There was no way it could be true, no way that he could have seen what he saw. 

How could he be alive?! And the Siren was with both him and the monster Savage… it was worse than he thought. 

The image of the last time he had seen the red and black warrior. Standing over his Master, dying at his feet. Darth Maul had killed Qui-Gon Jinn and somehow… somehow he was still alive?! Obi-Wan had cut him in half! 

Jedi were not supposed to feel anger and hate… but by the Force if there was anyone he despised more he could not name them. Darth Maul had killed his Master, the man that had taken him as a Padawan when no other Master would dare. 

Darth Maul had taken the man closest to a father that Obi-Wan had ever had in his life. It was Qui-Gon that Anakin needed as his master, not him. 

“What I don’t get is why they blew up the ship. Wasn’t that big guy serving Dooku? He even had a lightsaber…!” Anakin sighed, then looked at Obi-Wan in alarm. “Are you alright?” Obi-Wan quickly used the Force to mask his emotions and tried to calm himself down. He couldn’t dwell on his emotions. 

“Did you see those other warriors?” 

“More of those Dathomirian Zabraks, seems the Siren is collecting them,” Anakin snorted. 

“I don’t know about that… the red one… we’ve seen him before.” Obi-Wan looked gravely at Anakin whose eyes widened. 

“You can’t be serious?! He’s dead! You killed him!” 

“I did,” the Master responded, looking out the viewport just in time to see the dreadnought explode in a fireball in the distance. He hit the hyperdrive and made the jump. “I am certain it was him, he recognised me, I could see it in his face.” That ugly twisted rage-filled face. Obi-Wan felt disgust crawl up his back. 

“So the Siren is a Sith?” Anakin asked, “I thought there were only meant to be two, if she was one, then that was at least three in that hangar… as well as Dooku… if they were working for him, why did the droids turn on them? Why did they blow up the ship?” 

“Those are all very good questions, Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied, “but for now we need to report this to the Council. Soon, we will find out what they are up to.” He had to focus on the task at hand. He would not let his emotions force a reaction. 

Even if he did want to tear that Sith to pieces. 

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Maul let out a scream of anger, his hands balled into fists, the Dark Side writhing in him. He looked like he was ready to take his lightsaber to them all.

“He was right there!” he roared. Zaiya watched him as calmly as she could manage, but if she were honest, her own emotions were wreaking havoc on her insides. She was just as angry, but also worried. 

“I know,” she said, “but there was no time, fighting a Jedi on a Separatist ship, even if it’s not destroyed…” She shook her head, at least the ship was destroyed but…it was likely that Sidious would learn of Maul’s survival. What that meant for them, she didn’t know. It did make things difficult, however; they could not return to Dathomir and the Republic would come for them… likely so would the Separatists if their actions became known. 

Maul just gave a growl and his hands twitched. He let out a deep sigh and watched as she crossed the room, heading to the small medical bay in order to check on Savage. 

In the room, Feral sat by the cot, wrapping bandages around one of his brother’s forearms  and Savage himself seemed barely conscious, his eyes unfocused. 

“How has he been?” she asked. 

“I applied bacta, but he has… burns, like--” 

“Lightning,” Maul finished in a hoarse whisper, now right behind Zaiya. “It was my former Master’s favourite method of discipline, it seems his current apprentice has learned the same technique…” there was a look that crossed Maul’s face, the pale blue light from the wall unit reflecting on his face. For just a second he looked so vulnerable. Zaiya felt sadness and anger burn in her chest, she hated that she had waited so long. 

She turned back and stepped over to the big Zabrak, he could barely fit in the cot, his head shifting from side to side. 

“Savage,” she whispered, “can you hear me?” His fluttering eyes suddenly flew open and before she could stop him, his huge hand was around her throat. Feral and Maul jumped, ready to attack as she held up her hands at the same time.

“Where am I?!” he cried, but then his eyes seemed to focus and he released his grip.

“It’s alright,” she soothed, to the others. “Savage, do you remember me?” 

“I… I know you…” he said, but it sounded strained. 

“Feral,” she called, suppressing a cough. She was sure she was going to be bruised again. Feral stepped over and Savage’s eyes snapped toward the movement. His eyes widened again. 

“Brother,” Feral said gently, “you're safe now.” Savage slowly sat up, then he spotted Maul.

“Brother…” he whispered. It seemed that of all people, he recognised Maul with the most surety. Feral made a face and she instinctively laid a hand on his shoulder. 

“The spell has suppressed much of his memory,” she explained, and hoped he would not take it personally. She looked at Savage and gingerly reached out. “I need you to relax for me,” she said. He just watched her with those big golden eyes as she carefully laid her hands on either side of his head. He tensed but it seemed the residual memories of her told him she was safe. 

A green glow emanated from her fingers and she got to work unravelling parts of the spell. They looked like threads to her, and she had to carefully untie the thread holding his memories. The rest of the spell that had made him so large and imposing however, was not something she had the power to undo. 

Savage groaned, and she felt his large hands lay over hers, fingers digging in while she worked. She grit her teeth as his nails bit through her gloves. He was in pain, memories were not an easy thing to recover… 

Her hands began to shake slightly with the strain, the green smoke flowing from the contact points of her fingers. A moment later, he relaxed and  it was done. She withdrew her hands, stinging and aching from the pressure of his grip, but it needed to happen. 

“Savage…?’ Feral asked quietly. Savage looked up and his face changed into one of utter relief. 

“Feral!” he rasped. Zaiya stepped back as Savage wrapped Feral in a tight hug. 

It was a moment of light in what was otherwise four very dark lives. The family was finally together again. 

“Where are we?” Savage asked as he pulled back. 

“My ship,” Zaiya explained, “when we were small, Maul and I swore to travel, and bring you with us.” She gestured to the group. “That time has finally come.” 

“We aren’t returning to Dathomir?” he asked and Feral’s head lowered. 

“No,” Zaiya said, “I…” 

“She defied Talzin when she heard you were in danger,” Maul supplied, arms folded across his chest. “It was she that told the Jedi where you were.” 

“She betrayed me?!” Savage growled. 

“She was always going to, Ventress and Talzin do not care for anyone other than their own power and their goals. They would sacrifice any of us to get what they want,” Zaiya sneered. 

“Will the others be alright?” Feral asked quietly. A silence fell over the room. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. There was a likelihood that the Nightbrothers may be punished… or even Zaiya’s mother. But if Talzin could not use it as leverage anymore, would it be worth her trouble? Zaiya couldn't be sure, but even before she had made the choice she knew she would be burdened by it. 

“As much as retrieving Savage was important…” Maul began and Zaiya had a significant sense of dread crawling up her back like a blackbane spider. “I still have unanswered questions, Lieutenant. You pushed the conversation away before, but now I want answers. Tell me about the collar.” 

Zaiya’s head lowered. She had begun to hope she would not have to tell him after dodging the question last time. There was no escaping it now. 

She would have to face the truth.

She would have to tell him about Zygerria. 

Notes: If you notice me posting late -- no you didn't!

I mean… Hello there. >> I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Savage is back! Lets hope his memory is intact and he's alright. :/ Poor guy. They've all kinda been through the wringer, huh? But! Now they are altogether again! Except Feral's boyfriend of course… Are they gonna meet again? Next chapter… Zaiya finally has to come clean. Will Maul accept it? Or will he turn her away for her weakness?

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