#oc: aayla

[ddeck]

jedi girl and her pink astromech

[rammota]

besties

[nopynopa]

Mace Windu : Mother fuck! Everyone knows the world is ROUND!!!!!! MOTHER FUCK!!!!!

[m00ntunaart]

Hello!!! Love your art. If you don't mind me asking, out of curiosity, who are the parents of your kid ocs in your post-clone wars au? You totally don't have to answer if you don't want to.

Anywho stay hydrated!!!

Hi! Thank you! I’m glad you like my silly doodles :)

I’m assuming you’re talking about Naak and Kyber from my ‘Clones, but Not Exactly’ video. ‘I was planning on making some more art related posts as a “parent reveal” but eh, I can just tell you lol.

Naak’s parents are Aayla Secura and Commander Bly! So he looks the way he does because his half human half Twi’lek. In this AU Aayla and Bly get married a while after the war and have Naak (the Order is going through some reforms that allow Jedi to be in more open relationships, thanks to Anakin and Padmé). In this AU clones aren’t sterile, but they have low fertility so children of clones are very rare. So Naak is very loved by his millions of uncles lol.

Kyber’s “parents” are Cody and Obi-Wan! I say parents in quotes because he’s complicated lol. Short answer is he’s adopted. Long answer he’s a clone but he was made with Obi-Wan’s old lightsaber kyber crystal (the one he lost in the power generator in The Phantom Menace) which was retrieved by the Sith. They made him in a trial of trying to make force sensitive clones (after all, with all the Jedi dying in the war there’s an abundance of kyber crystals around to use if this experiment worked). So physically he’s just a clone with a kyber crystal in his chest (who ages normally) but he’s kinda connected/descended from Obi-Wan in the force due to the crystal? I don’t have the whole idea planned out but I imagine Obi-Wan felt the distant pull of his old kyber crystal (though he didn’t know that’s what he was feeling at the time) and found an excuse to get his battalion to Kamino. There it’s actually Cody who finds a baby Kyber (since Cody always seems to find Obi-Wan’s lightsaber and Kyber kinda is an extension of that). Then all hell breaks loose in the wake of finding this Kyber crystal tubie. And I won’t get into now but as said in Kyber’s bio in the video, his parents (Cody and Obi-Wan) end up killing the chancellor (finding Kyber lead to them digging around and finding out about the Chancellor/Sith Lord). Which is why Kyber has a fake last name, Kar’ts (his real last name is Kenobi), since his parents are wanted for supposed political assassination (the public doesn’t know The Chancellor was the Sith Lord).

Sorry lol, went off for a moment there but I love an excuse to yap. But yeah! Naak is a Blyla kid and Kyber is a Codywan kid!

[mythical-illustrator]

A bit ago I had a oc cannon ship ask for Grace x Bly x Aayla

So I did some art for it 😊

I just think Bly deserves two badass twi'leks to love.

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[lexavalon052]

This is my main OC for Star Wars! Her name is Arya Nyrulori, a Mirialan Jedi. I’ve selfishly have made her Plo Koon’s padawan. So yes, Wolffe is her grumpy protective older brother basically :))))

She also wears the most complicated braids, that I obviously have no time to detail. Because I like to make it harder for myself like that.

I’ll probably absolutely be drawing more self-indulgent art of her.

[cordeliaelise]

Aayla is next!!

[jewishcissiekj]

recent low-quality and such Star Wars doods I've yet to post (and a few I have in some capacity) (from left to right just because the name I write are not enough: Rook Kast, Sabine Wren, Ursa Wren, Bo-Katan, Steela Gerrera, Ahsoka, Aayla Secura, Aurra Sing, Anakin Skywalker, Acolyte-era Vernestra Rwoh, Barriss Offee, Riyo Chuchi, Clone Trooper Sister, Asajj, Yarael Poof, Anakin again, Sabé, Dooku, Boba Fett, Leia, Cassio Tagge, Dormé, my OC Teren, Saché, Rabé, Eirtaé, Sabé again, Yané)

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

Trans Clone Week effort

I was so happy to get any out as I was so in love with the prompts for this event but was so sure I wouldn’t have the juice to write anything.

the prompt post is here, and I detail which prompts were addressed in the author’s notes of each fic :3

day 1

as Easy as Climbing Out of the Water

rated T, 147 words, gen.

Summary: Sonia catches sight of the first visible change in the mirror.

day 2

All Wrapped Up

rated E, 1,411 words, Commander Bly/Aayla Secura

Summary: Commander Bly never thought she’d get everything she wanted. And well, she hasn’t…but the gift she’s been given makes her think that maybe, just maybe, the other stuff will come along eventually, too…

day 3

Kar'tayli’runi

rated g, gen, 1, 283 words

summary: Tup has some questions he’s been wrestling with after one too many offhanded comments from his vod’e. Thankfully the 501’s Goran is willing to help him figure some things out.

I have a doc appt tomorrow so I don’t know whether I’ll have the spoons to write anymore for this event, so I decided to post what I have so far, if I do write more, I’ll make a second post :3

thank you @clonefandomevents for organising such a wonderful event with such beautiful prompts!

[starrymush]

My twin @limrose-garden ‘s sw oc

her name is Lilac Fisto

[wanderinginksplot]

Limit + Achievement

Medic!OC Limit and gn!padawan!reader (no use of y/n and no pronouns). Platonic.

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: post-battle fatigue, mild anxiety, feelings of alienation

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“All things considered, Masters, our mission was a successful one,” Master Secura summarized, giving a shallow bow to the holographic images of the Jedi council.

“From your field reports, it seems your padawan has done well,” Master Fisto’s smile was warm. “Not a surprise.”

“No, it was not a surprise,” Master Secura agreed, pride in her voice. “But we faced several challenges on the mission, ones that I could not have handled alone. I believe we were correct in our theory, Masters. This was indeed a set of Trials.”

That took a moment to filter through the post-mission fog of weariness. Your head snapped up, staring at Master Secura before you redirected your attention to the smiling members of the Jedi Council. “I- I don’t understand…”

“Well, you did, Padawan,” Master Yoda told you. “Ready to become a Knight, you are.”

The remaining Council members agreed, directing compliments and congratulations your way, but it all seemed too distant to take in. You managed a wan smile and nodded at them in thanks, but it felt as if the ship were tilting dangerously to one side.

Master Secura took pity on you before everything became too strange. “After we have rested and made our reports, we will perform your Knighting ceremony. For now, see Limit about your injuries and get something to eat. You may leave, Padawan.”

You nodded, grateful for the dismissal. As you turned, however, your master rested a strong hand on your shoulder. Her familiar face curved into a smile and she leaned in to tell you, “I am proud of all you have accomplished.”

That broke through the strange detached feeling and you smiled at her. “Thank you, Master. I could not have accomplished any of this without you.”

And then you left, feeling as though your feet were only just able to keep up with how quickly you were moving. Or maybe you were having trouble separating the pace of your body from the pace of your thoughts. 

You had been chosen as a padawan later than some of the others, a year or two into your teen years by the time Master Secura was ready to start teaching. She had been fairly new to Knighthood herself, but the Force had instructed her to take a padawan and she had listened. 

For your part, you had been a quiet youngling, dedicated to your studies of everything from field medicine to saber training. You weren’t overly fond of Force-augmented gymnastics, but you were passable at everything else. When Master Secura had chosen you as her padawan, you had been surprised. However, Master Yoda confirmed her choice had been guided by the Force and you were off to learn from the Twi’lek Jedi. 

And now, that learning was complete. 

You didn’t feel ready. Should you? Surely the Council wouldn’t make you a Knight if you weren’t ready. The Force wouldn’t let them. And yet, you had heard of padawans being made Knights earlier and earlier with the war going on. There was a greater need for generals to lead the Republic’s troops and help fight against the Separatist forces…

Your thoughts circled, sharp and angry as an akk-dog’s jaws. Your feet kept moving, the weariness of battle and the armor in your clothing a distant detail with no bearing on your current state. All you could do was walk and think, think and walk. 

This was going to change everything. You would be leaving the 327th and all of the troopers who were part of it. They were technically your subordinates, but they were more than that - they had been for a long time. You had worked with them, fought with them, laughed with them, comforted and been comforted by them. They were just as much a part of your life as any of the Jedi you had grown up alongside in the Temple. How would you manage without them?

Beyond that, you would be in charge of a group of men. As a padawan, you had been able to get away with certain behavior. The closeness you shared with the men was frowned upon by the Jedi, but would have been entirely inappropriate for a general. It was behavior you wouldn’t be able to repeat when you were a general, in charge of your own troops. 

Something brushed your shoulder and you jumped, only then becoming aware of a large shape looming to your left. You used a touch of the Force to redirect yourself sideways, settling into a half-turned stance with one hand near the lightsaber attached to your hip. 

So much of your most recent mission had been based on stealth and undercover operations. Perhaps that was the reason you were so jumpy. Whatever the cause, you had been fully expecting to see a droid when you turned - a super battle droid, or even a commando droid if you were particularly unlucky. 

Instead, your eyes fell on Limit, the 327th’s medic. 

His eyes were wide - he was as surprised as you were. Still, he left his hand outstretched, palm-out and nonthreatening. 

“Easy, it’s just me,” he soothed. “The General said- said you should have gotten to the m-medbay by now.”

“Limit, I’m sorry,” you apologized, instantly feeling like a monster. “I was just thinking too hard, I suppose. Lost in my own thoughts. I… honestly kinda forgot I was on my way to the medbay.”

Limit was the most patient person you had ever met, including the Jedi masters you had grown up idolizing. He cared about the men, and when he felt they weren’t taking care of themselves, he was willing to tell them that directly. More than one trooper had been guilted into the medbay after a quiet, sincere chat with Limit. He was the perfect medic, and one of your favorite people. 

“That’s o- that’s okay,” he assured you. “I’m on my way there now. Will you come wi-with me?”

“Of course.”

You trailed behind the medic, feeling shame. It was a fortunately unfamiliar emotion - you rarely allowed yourself to feel it. Limit was taller than most troopers by a noticeable amount, and you had never been able to figure out if he really was broader or if it was a trick of his height. Either way, you had to choose between walking beside him or staying behind him and being totally cut off from a view of the hallway ahead. 

You opted to walk beside him. 

“Did Master Secura seem upset that I hadn’t been to see you yet?” you asked, feeling like a small child frightened of being chided by a parent.

“No, not upset,” Limit said, shaking his head thoughtfully. “She seemed- seemed more concerned. Said you had got-ten some news.”

You nodded silently. It was still too fresh to delve into, too strange to consider in concrete terms. 

Limit was watching you. You didn’t realize it until he asked, “Good news or bad?”

“Good news, I suppose,” you said, recognizing dimly that your tone wasn’t making it sound that way. You smiled up at him, trying to take on a lighthearted attitude instead. “It was good, just unexpected.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Something you c-can share?”

You paused, struggling between the desire to avoid talking about it and the need to tell your friend about something so major. Because that’s what Limit was, you realized with a bit of surprise. He was your friend. You opened your mouth.

“No,” Limit interrupted quickly, pretending to be fascinated at the view of hyperspace that flashed from the viewports. “I don’t want- don’t want to hear about it. Not until you’re ready to sh-share. For now, I want to hear a-about your mission.”

The relief you felt at that redirection was only slightly tinged with regret. Immediately, you were more absorbed in explaining the mission to Limit, a process that lasted until you reached the medbay and he began to patch up the minor injuries you had sustained.

It had been a simple mission, but remarkably effective. Master Secura had allowed herself to be captured on her way to rendezvous with the rest of the 327th and, as a Jedi General, had been taken to a command ship. After some investigation, she had found that General Grievous was not on the ship, having left to launch an attack on a different ship. 

That was when she called you. 

The objective had been plain in theory, but far more complex in execution. You had to sneak aboard the ship, free your master, gain as much information as possible about the whereabouts of other Separatists ships and bases, then set the ship to detonate before you left.

“Stupid of them not to expect you to help- to help the General,” Limit commented, bandaging a burn on your forearm. “Everyone knows you have her b-back.”

You shrugged, cutting the motion short when Limit shot you a look of warning. “I don’t mind being underestimated. It makes things easier.”

“Makes sense,” Limit agreed mildly. 

When he finished with the burn, he turned his attention to your final injury - a small cut above your eyebrow. The helmet you wore as part of your armor protected you from the worst your enemies threw at you, but nothing could save you from what happened when the helmet itself hit your skull. 

As he gently applied a bacta ointment, Limit remarked, “Sounds like i-it went well.”

You warmed at his unspoken concern. Limit had been sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. He wasn’t going to push for information, but he wanted to be sure you were okay. 

“It did.” You frowned, thinking over the elation you had felt when you and Master Secura had completed the mission and were successfully on your way back from the Separatist ship. Abruptly, you decided it was time to share with Limit. “So well, in fact, that the Council is considering it my Trials.”

Limit’s eyes flew to your face. “Your Jedi Trials?” 

A moment later, a pained look came over his face. “Of cour-course your Jedi Trials. I don’t know wh… don’t know what other Trials you would be talking ab-about…”

Limit’s increased stammer told you he was flustered, but it was such a perfect moment - so human - that you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. You could feel his embarrassment through the Force, but it ebbed when you patted him gratefully on the arm. He even joined you in laughing. 

When you were finished, the tension and stress in you thoroughly broken, you nodded. “Yes, my Jedi Trials. I am now considered a full Jedi Knight. Or, I will be when Master Secura and I perform the ceremony.” 

“Is that all?” Limit asked. He gave you an apologetic look when you frowned at him. “Earlier, you looked so up-upset, I thought I missed a… missed a name on the KIA list.”

You shuddered at the thought. Since this mission had been just you and Master Secura, there had been no trooper casualties. No casualties at all, actually. “No, I just… Well, I’m a Knight now. That means I can’t stay with Master Secura or the 327th anymore. I have to leave, and I’ll be assigned my own group to lead.”

“And, you’re worr-worried about that?” Limit asked. “Why? You won over every trooper on this ship.”

“As a padawan,” you specified, making a face at Limit. You could tell what he was about to say. “Even a padawan who was also a Commander. It’ll be different when I’m a General. I’ll have to be distant from them, not friendly like I am with you guys. And what-” You broke off, clearing your throat to disguise the way your voice had broken mildly. When you continued, it was in a whisper. “What kind of Jedi is worried about being lonely?”

“The same kind- kind of Jedi who speak to the troopers as equals,” Limit told you, voice firm. “The kind who never leave anyone to suffer alone. The kind who have earned every ounce of respect from the men and will only earn more as time goes on.”

That made you smile despite yourself. Limit returned the expression immediately. 

“Don’t worry a-about the troopers,” he continued. “We all talk to- talk to each other, and every member of the 327th would gladly sp-speak up on your behalf. Before long, you’ll have a whole group who sees you as- as someone they can trust, not just a general.”

“I appreciate that, Limit,” you said, trying to let your voice and expression broadcast how much his comfort meant to you. “You really are an excellent friend. I think I’m going to miss you more than anyone else.”

“Thanks, Commander,” he answered, grinning. “If there’s any room in your new division and you think you mi-might need a medic… Well, I wouldn’t mind a- mind a change of scenery. I’ve been with the 327th for a long time. It can’t hurt to have a fr-friend along with you, can it?”

“That would be the best!” you told him exuberantly. It came out too loud, but you couldn’t help it - this was the most hopeful you had felt since you had heard the Council’s decision. “But I don’t want you giving up your place here if you would rather stay.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if- if I wasn’t willing to go,” Limit told you, turning away to start cleaning up the area where he had treated you. “Just pr-promise you’ll tell me when you know what division you’ll be in charge of.”

It was the easiest promise you ever made.

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Author's Note - I know the timing of this is off. Most estimates place Aayla Secura a few years ahead of Anakin Skywalker in the Temple. She wouldn't have had time to fully train a padawan (a process that takes roughly ten years) before the end of the Clone Wars. But we're just going to pretend, because I love Limit so much and I like this one-shot.

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[saltyladynightmare]

Jiliu AU Part 9.4

Beginning, Previous, Next, Masterlist

Hello again. I yet live. I could give a million reasons for why this took me so long to write, and some of them would even be true. However, I wont give you any of them, as it makes me feel silly.

Have some Action as a reward for your patience.

Warnings:

Violence against animals, Anakin being slightly self destructive,

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Anakin scowled down at the new third IV needle in his arm; his right, thankfully. Having more than two IV bags draining in the same arm was unpleasant at the best of times.

Kix, eyes politely directed at the 'pad in front of him, sat in the chair next to him, radiating the kind of watchfulness medics often did with those they deemed to be 'difficult' patients.

Rex and Jesse stood at rest behind him against the wall, speaking quietly.

Neither Kix nor Rex had left since before the new IV needle had been jabbed into Anakin's arm. Hovering.

Anakin scowled harder.

He didn't need hovering.

Sure he'd fainted earlier because apparently even his current excessive meal plan wasn't enough for whatever his body was doing, and he'd scared the latest squad of Vod'e, but the new IV was doing its job, his nutrient intake had been adjusted yet again, and he was fine now. Crisis averted. They could go back to whatever it was they were supposed to be doing.

Unfortunately, it wasn't either of their days off so Anakin couldn't even kick them out of the room under the pretense of them needing to relax, and do something not work related.

Jesse grumbled moodily. "Don't laugh at me. My men are getting restless, and the only reason it hasn't gotten to you before now is because its only been nine days."

Oh. Well, this will solve that problem, then. If Jesse accepts, anyway.

Anakin twisted in his seat, noting absently the stiffness in his sides he'd definitely need to stretch out later. "I have a project they can do, if you want to give them something productive to burn their energy."

Both men turned to him, surprised. He smiled mischievously in hopes it would hide the way his pulse sped up in anticipation. At worst, they would simply turn him down.

"What do you know about the Army of Light?"

Kix looked up, datapad lowering to his lap. Jesse and Rex exchange a look, before focussing entirely on Anakin.

Thus, on the third day after Anakin had bonded with the Command Staff, the scouts of Torrent were sentenced to prowl the lower levels of the Jedi Temple in search of the long lost armory of the Army of Light that may or may not have been dismantled along with the forces it had served.

If Jesse's grumbling as he marched out of Anakin's room was anything to go by, he was both displeased to be assigned a task while on leave and glad he had something to occupy his scouts with.

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The elevator slowed to a grinding halt.

Jesse and the two best shots of his men, Heatattack and Flint, readied their blasters as the three vod'e crammed behind them did a quick equipment check of their own.

A beat, then the door dinged cheerfully, and opened as smoothly as it had closed so many floors above them, mist pouring in.

A green dot blinked in the lower left corner of Jesse's HUD three times before blipping out.

Hmm. The General'd had them prepare for the worst case scenario for this conditions of this floor. Seemed the air was more than breathable.

As the door opened completely, he could see why.

Plants, everywhere. Knee high at a minimum, and taller near the edges of the halls, with thick leafy vines curtaining the walls. A thick layer of fog swirled just below the tops of the shorter plants, and obscured everything further than twenty feet. Insects chirped and buzzed out of sight. Soft blue lights filtered through seemingly random sections of the fog and vines.

Low visibility, near limitless ambush possibilities, and far too many tripping hazards.

Horrible trade off for breathable air, really.

Heatattack swore softly, and Flint grumbled his agreement.

They were right. This was going to be a nightmare.

Thankfully, the General had directed then to a lesser used elevator, so Jesse had no problem commandeering it until further notice.

"Spine, jam the door open," he ordered.

From his corner, Spine acknowledged the order, "Sir."

The door had been open long enough for something to jump out at them. As that has not happened... Jesse signaled to advance. The silent comms buzzed quietly in the all to natural night-quiet of the long abandoned floor.

Jesse's first step out of the elevator sent his boot directly into something that squished and squelched with moisture.

Great. Fantastic. So much for not needing to scrub his shell again so soon after that muddy cesspool they'd just come from. There was only supposed to be dust.

At least it doesn't feel like decaying animals, he soothed himself, moving forward. Just very wet, ankle deep moss.

Heatattack and Flint followed after him closely. Licken and Skippy stepped out after them. Pausing to give Spine time to jam the door, Jesse clicked his back teeth together to flick through the infra red, low light vision, and standard setting on his HUD.

Visibility low. The high humidity was definitely an issue. Hopefully, and oh did Jesse hate thinking that word, anything moving would disturb the fog enough to be noticeable.

Metal shrieked as Spine wedged a vibro knife into the gap between the elevator doors and the floor's doors. The hair on the back of Jesse's neck stood on end, alarms blaring.

"Heads up!" He barked, snatching a flash bang from his utility belt. Can't use a shrapnel grenade in enclosed spaces like this without at least knowing the dimensions of the place, and a droid popper would just fry their own gear without the benefit of zapping their opponents. Their HUDs would protect them from the effects of a flash bang, though.

Other organic targets? Not so much.

Yanking out the pin with the edge of his cuisse, Jesse tossed the flash bang underhanded at the mist moving the most, straight ahead. It arched neatly through the air, then disappeared in the swirling mist.

A beat, then the the fog flashed, Jesse's HUD filtering the burst of light to bearable levels, bucket speakers crackling with a muffled bang.

In the next instant, a wall of fog crashed into the ceiling and rushed straight for Jesse and his men.

Ah. Probably should have seen that coming.

The fog washed over them, an almost physical force, before blasting past in one heart pounding eternity.

Once his visor cleared, Jesse immediately dropped his eyes to the ground.

Guh!

"This wasn't part of the brief!" Skippy yelped, blaster powering up.

Rats. A literal carpet of them, more than ankle deep, all dark fur and flashing teeth.

"Shut up and shoot!" Licken spat, nailing a rodent that had taken a daring leap for his leg.

Swearing, Jesse yanked another grenade off his belt, this one a shrapnel spitter. If he throws it far enough they should be able to avoid injury, while also taking out a chunk of the little pests. He barked out orders, yanking out the pin with his cuisse again. "Defend yourselves!" He flung the grenade down the hall, and started shooting even before his off hand returned to the muzzle of his blaster.

Jesse ground his teeth as his vod'e sprayed the mob of rats with blaster bolts even as the fog rolled back in to hide them from sight.

This was going to suck.

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The first few hours of the scouts' first attempt at scouting the lower levels of the temple did not go well. The levels of near panic and manic glee Anakin got from the bonds he'd been carefully monitoring both for his own wellbeing, but also Rex's and Kix's, had been...concerning.

When they had calmed down, and the danger passed, Anakin commed Jesse to check on them. Jesse grumbled something about ambushes and rodents, before speaking up. Apparently they'd been ambushed be local rodents, but they've figured out a method of operation to eliminate the threat.

If Jesse intended to send Anakin a very strong impression of blaster-burned pests left in their wake or not, Anakin didn't know, but he kept it to himself.

No need to scare off the man in the Staff who'd made and kept his position solely based on knowing when to run. Anakin would like a chance for them to get to know him as a person, before giving them reason to high tail it.

Besides. The rats were hardly Anakin's concern. The rodents didn't respond to his long distance mind tricks, pressed through his bonds with the scouts, so the only option left was lethal action. Admittedly, he had no practice with mind tricks, but all this power should have some uses, right? In any case, such things were often the price of progress.

If the scouts became even more efficient in their handling of the rats after Anakin's comm, it was probably not because Jaded, who had been assisting Anakin in wrangling on his newest squad, stole his comm mid report to tell Jesse in no uncertain terms exactly what he would do to them if they got themselves bitten by vermin. If it was, well, that was between the scouts and Jaded.

The scouts chose violence. Anakin could respect it.

Meanwhile, Anakin and whichever squad he was forming bonds with in that shift, spent most of his time researching, compiled all of the information they could find on the Army of Light and the Jedi Temple itself in hopes of discovering even a hint of what might be waiting for them down there.

So far, all they had managed to confirm was the existence of the armor the Army of Light used. It was heavily implied to be made by the Army for the Army, in their very own Armor and Weapon factory, located in the lower levels somewhere. As Anakin had already known.

Thankfully, '57, the shiny Anakin had been calling DC Shiny while they raced through the catacombs, had managed to find a passage in a daily log of a Jedi long dead, that hinted at the Factory being twenty-four floors away from floor 536.

Unfortunately, floor numbers change every time a new one is added, so this fact was slightly less helpful than anticipated. It took several shifts to finally dig up the numbers to calculate what that particular floor's current number might be from the construction archives. Burning through a thousand years of building documents, notes and permits was no small task, but if their calculations were correct, then the referenced floor is now called floor 824. The diary said the Armory was twenty-four floors away, so the Armory is either on floor 801, or 848, as the single sentence '57 found didn't specify with direction the Armory was, only the number of floors.

If nothing else, they had a place to start, which is more than they had a day and a half ago. Two floors was infinitely better than over a thousand. The fifty floors it might be on if their math was wrong was significantly better than over a thousand too.

When not in Anakin's room, completing the To Do lists or aiding the scouts in their Quest, the men accepted tours of the lived in portions of the Jedi Temple, curtesy of various Temple Bound Padawans and older Initiates. The younger Initiates helped too, but Anakin's understanding lead him to believe they were more like...assistants, than true tour guides.

The tours were very popular with all involved.

Which—would the other battalions appreciate the tours as well? At the very least, Anakin could name a few troopers from the 212th, and a number of the Guard who would appreciate a tour. Fox would have a serious scheduling nightmare to make that happen for his men, but they would probably love the tours all the more for it.

Besides, someone needs to appreciate the Archives. Its not like the public takes advantage of the free, public knowledge hub. 

Anakin added a note to maybe talk to Obi-Wan and Fox about the idea to his personal short term To Do list while he still remembered. While he was at it, he sends a text comm to Aayla, suggesting she make similar arrangements for her men when she came to Coruscant for leave again.

The men like it, the Initiates and Padawans like it, and it ensures the two groups are introduced to each other. After all, the Initiates have a chance of being picked as Padawans eventually. Best to get them as acclimatized to the Vod'e as possible, even if the Masters wouldn't see this as a step for the continued well being of the children in their care.

Of course some younglings, such as Ahsoka, were using this opportunity to terrorize the men. By all reports, they loved it. One vod, one of Denal's favorites if memory served, asked shyly if they would be getting a commander soon.

Anakin didn't know how to explain he wasn't planning on staying in the Order past the end of the war. Certainly not long enough to train a Padawan to Knighthood the way the child would require. The way they would deserve.

He didn't know how to explain his choices anymore than he ever had.

So he just smiled crookedly, like he had a secret, and changed the subject to something safer.

[nopynopa]

Do you want to go to Bayuka ? My OCs’ homeworld 🫶🏻💕

[galaxymermaid214]

I saw @captastra posting this gorgeous meiker and could not help myself. Have some OCs, old and new!

Celestial Siren Aayla Ven (Outer Worlds)

Lei-Ra-Kai on a Moonlight Dance with Wyll (Baldur's Gate 3)

Golden Goddess Twinx Starlight (OC)

Princess of the Weave Lila Littleluck (Baldur's Gate 3)

[ct1409lover]

Nyx: Aayla and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Aayla: Sentences.

Nyx: Don't interrupt me.

[mythical-illustrator]

For the ship ask game...

Grace, Bly, and Aayla 👀 😏

Let me tell you I have been thinking about this for two days! Thots be happening

*this will have two endings, a Happy endings and a post order 66 ending* I'll put the sad one below a cut.

Anyway

Grace - half twi'lek former night sister turned jedi x Bly- commander clone xAayla- Jedi knight

(can't have one without the other ����)

So Grace and Aayla grew up in the temple together since they were brought in. Ayala trained under Quinlin Vos and Grace under Shaka-ti.

Grace definitely developed a crush on her childhood friend.

They've been friends which switched into keeping each other company as hormones kicked in. Definitely each other first's - trust and safety to explore.

Grace's crush got worse because her friend is competent and beautiful and shes dying but it's fine. She will be content with what she has.

Ayala also has a crush but it's slower to build, taking trust and suddenly it hits her she likes her friend more than she should.

Jedi are not able to form permanent attachment (despite doing so often ) they trust and care for each other.

Then the war happens. Aayla fell in love with Bly because competent abilities, and sunny disposition.

Bly screams the - you get them sweetie I'll hold your flower. Tell me if you need me to shoot something.

Grace being a healer gets moved around a lot- and eventually gets stationed with Aayla and Bly.

She calls Aayla out on her crush and wonders why the Jedi hasn't slept with the man yet. Aayla makes some stuff about authority and inappropriate nature and Jedi codes.

Grace calls bs so she goes to set them up- she has the entire battalions support -they're tired of the pining.

She starts spending time with Bly, trying to get to know him. She trains, spars, talks to him. She gets why her friend likes him so much

Now she's got a crush on two beautiful competent people and she's dying inside.

Bly loves Aayla and would never do anything without her and wishes her all the happiness.

He spies in Aayla and Grace sharing a kiss one night and decided he would back off. He loves her and wants her to be happy even if that isn't with him.

Ayala - who has accepted her crush on both people and content to have what she can without asking for more is confused about all the time Grace is spending with Bly and starts to feel jealous - of which person she doesn't know.

The battalion is now groaning because they've got three miserable pining commanders now.

This goes on for a while- so much getting close and pining and trying to back off the other. The other clones are miserable

The command squad is miserable because now Bly won't shut up about two twi'lek Jedis.

Eventually it will all come to a head- via Quinlin

Quinlin id visiting his Padawan between missions at the same time Grace has been stationed (he always thought the crush the two twi'leks had in each other was adorable but didn't want to interfere i.e he promised Shaka-ti he wouldn't)

He whiteness this massive cluster fuck that is these three and is in pain. He calls obi wan- to complain about it, gets no help on that front and decides he's got to do something about it.

Organizing stranding them somewhere, temporarily of course. Finds a nice little planet the troopers can take their shore leave on. It's got beaches and lush landscapes and little huts.

Sends a message to the three of them- all marked with various urgency.

The three get there only to find everyone fine and I'n health and a letter from Quinlin telling them they should all just bone now.

Que blushing, explanations, clearing up Blys misunderstanding of Jedi rule of attachment. Grace explains poly relationships, crushes are revealed. Bly gets to watch two beautiful women make out then their eyes to him. He'll die happy now thank you

Bly gets to catch up on years of exploration and experience with two women showing him how they like to be touches

They spend the entire shore leave in that Hut.

Everyone is happy - only they're worse now. You thought these fools were love-sick before. Oh no, there complements and subtly flirting and looks across the room.

They create a force bond with each other, Bly can't feel them but they can feel him and support him emotionally as much as they can when times get hard.

Sparing is foreplay. I will not take any questions on that.

This will be the happy ending -

The war ends, Palps is discovered just in time, chips are removed. Bly gets two women cuddling him during his recovery, spoiling him with affection.

the Jedi who have grown to love their clones and the clones who love their Jedi start working towards going back to their peace keeping ways.

The three of them start going out together, helping villages negotiate peace talks, supply healing and care. Repairing the reputation the two have in the galaxy as a whole.

They never actually get married but emotionally they are as tied together as a clone and his Jedi ever can be. Aayla will one day take on a Padawan, and Grace will adopt a small company of baby clones to train as the next Clone / Jedi team.

Below is Cannon compliant ending

Oder 66 ending

Order 66 goes out when they are together but opposite sides of the scouting mission.

Bly turns his blaster on Aayla without hesitation and kills her. Grace feels it in the force just as the men turn in her.

She escapes, after killing so many men. She rushed to where she last felt Aalya and Bly, wondering what was wrong, what happened. Why why why !.

She gets there only for Bly to turn his blaster on her. He gets her across the chest as she turns to flee- injuring her greatly but she does escape.

She has to fake her death to do so, injuring herself further, and blowing up a few ships to sell it. But the clones think she died in a fiery explosion.

Grace steals a ship and escapes, hearing Obi wan's message. She flees to her birth planet Domthir to try and wait for the strange mess out.

Eventually Blys chip wears off, and he remembers what he did, he takes his blaster to himself.

Grace, trapped in Domthir feels him go. And it breaks her. She gives back into her night sister roots. Falls but is empty, she feels nothing.

She wanders the waste land of Domthir like a wraith, a witch that will kill anything she comes across. Even the surviving zabraks and other night sisters stay out of her way.

She wanders, waiting till she can be reunited with her loves, always muttering to herself

Why why why .

She will wander there till a surviving Jedi Padawan lands on Domthir many years in the future where he will eventually help put her out of her misery.

Thank you for the ask- i hurt myself.

But I love this ship now not gonna lie. Got to do some drawings of them now.

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