#oc: aayla
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socially-awkward-skeleton · 2 years ago
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OC Kiss Week 2023
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Ava and Aayla (@galaxymermaid214​) - Day 1
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meetmeintheafterglw · 1 year ago
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Aayla having to face the camp after nearly getting lobotomized and given a new eye by Just Some Guy like “I don’t want to talk about it” while desperately trying to wash off the clown makeup
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rammota · 9 months ago
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besties
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mythical-illustrator · 9 months ago
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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 · 6 months ago
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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.
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I’ll probably absolutely be drawing more self-indulgent art of her.
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m00ntunaart · 23 days ago
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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!
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cordeliaelise · 1 year ago
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Aayla is next!!
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padawansuggest · 2 years ago
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Obi-Wan: *summoned to the council at age 28, his Padawan and master both refusing to leave his side when they hear who’s come to the temple to see him for fear of them stealing him away* Alright, let’s do this, what can I help you… all… wow. There sure are a lot of you…
Kenobi Matriarch: O’ben! My sweet little freckled boy, come give your mummy a hug! *pulls him in forcibly so she can kiss his cheeks and pinch them* Oh you are just the cutest! Ernian, isn’t he just cute?
Kenobi Patriarch: Adorable. Are you sure he’s ours, Mimi?
Mimi: Of course I am, a mother always knows. *lets Obi-Wan be dragged into a crowd of redheads so Ernian can introduce him to his four sisters, two brothers and three cousins that took the journey with them, takes the chance to glare at Jinn before grinning and pulling Anakin into her bosom* You must be my baby’s baby, huh? Lookit that blonde hair, so pretty. How old are you, cherry pie?
Anakin: *confused* Um, almost thirteen.
Mimi: Oh, that’s a good age. You look healthy for it, your teacher was a waif at that age, from the pictures we were sent while he was growing up.
Anakin: *knows that Obi-Wan was very paranoid and thin at that age, but not why* Yeah. He’s bigger now. He says he wants to grow a beard.
Mimi: Oh, that’ll be nice. His uncle on his papa’s side has a very nice beard.
Yoda: *comes dottering over* Happy we are, to connect a child to their home past the impressionable age of childhood that can confuse them, but wonder we do, why now?
Mimi: Does he always talk like that? Been doin it since we got here?
Qui-Gon: Heh, yeah, try growing up with him. O’ben used to mock him straight to his face as a kid.
Yoda: Spirit, he has! Gumption!
Qui-Gon: O’ben’s his favorite.
Mimi: He’s everyone’s favorite, from what I’ve heard. Now now, we don’t want to get O’ben all in a tizzy by inviting him to a family gathering, that would just be too much family for him to handle.
Anakin: Master handles parties very well?
Qui-Gon: *puts his hands on Anakin’s shoulders* He /survives/ parties, grandpadawan, he handles them by surviving them.
Mimi: Exactly. Just like my Ernian, from what nice Master Mace tells me.
Qui-Gon: *glares at Mace because he knows damn well her initial glare at him was from Mace’s storytelling*
Mimi: Anyways, a bunch of us had reason to head this way, decided to make it a mini reunion of sorts. Well, more like O’ben’s first time meeting most of them, but listen, my brother and husband and I got a bet to settle once and for all. Which we need to see O’ben to settle it.
Qui-Gon: *loves bets* Oh??
Mimi: Yessiree, we been wondering how many adult fangs O’ben has.
Qui-Gon: …I don’t actually know the answer to that one? He hasn’t bitten me in years.
Mace: He bit me less than two months ago after a spar. I startled him while he was in attack mode, but he was also still in sparring mindset, didn’t make the fangs drop.
Anakin: I’m sorry, what? Master has fangs?
Mimi: Sure does, baby! Alla us do. It’s Stewjoni genetics. See I got a total of eight droppable fangs, and Ernian’s only got four, so all of our kids have had a mix. We’ve even seen five in onea the boys, but he chose to get that one replaced, since it bothered him. We need to know how many fangs O’ben has to settle the bet.
Anakin: *eyes sparkling* How do you drop them?
Mimi: *pulls up her upper lip, and presses down on the gums above her canines on the left side, dropping two sharp fangs* Jus like that, sugar.
Anakin: *firm nod* Okay, I got this. *darts off into the crowd and manages to drag Obi-Wan outta the thick of it, before climbing him till he sighs and sits down, climbs into his lap*
Obi-Wan: *ignoring his cooing and snickering family while his child sits on him* Can I help you, Padawan mine?
Anakin: I wanna see the fangs.
Obi-Wan: *blushes super hard* I… really?
Anakin: Yeah. Your mom has super cool fangs, I want to see yours too.
Obi-Wan: *gives his mom a wary look before sighing, opening his mouth and manually depressing on each section, ignoring the way everyone in the room is watching* See? Not all that interesting.
Anakin: *looks back at Mimi* He has six. Who wins the bet.
Cousin 3: Gimme a minute to do the math for averages- *has the pad in his hands snatched by deft little fingers as Anakin steals it to do his math for him*
Anakin: Average looks like five?
Brother 2: Shit. I threw off the average, didn’t I?
Anakin: Were you the one with only five?
Brother 2: Yeah.
Anakin: Then yes.
Ernian: *fist pump in the air* I win! The pot is mine!
Mimi: *deep sigh, before coming over to sit next to her youngest and who she’s decided is a pretty good grandson* Well, we tried. *pulls a very confused Obi-Wan into her side for a hug* Still, we’ll be on the planet for a few days, it’d be nice to get to know you a bit better.
Obi-Wan: *blushy blushy* Oh, um, okay. That sounds nice. Anakin too?
Mimi: Yeah, O’ben, Anakin too.
Anakin: *snuggling against his master’s shoulder* We should all go to the room of a thousand fountains. It’s bigger. Less crowded. My mom works in the garages, she can come too?
Mimi: *absolutely enchanted with little baby grandson just like Obi-Wan is* Yeah, I’d like to meet her.
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jewishcissiekj · 8 months ago
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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)
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howdidthisevenhappenanyway · 4 months ago
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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!
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meetmeintheafterglw · 1 year ago
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Do you know what it took for me to get this shot! I am entirely unwell about them and this scene made me lose it.
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bibannana · 2 years ago
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*loud music coming from the Council room , it can be heard all around the Temple*
Obi-wan *opens the door*: What in the blazes are you doing?
Quinlan *sitting serenely on a chair*: Meditating.
Aayla *bopping her head to the beat*: Care to join us Master Kenobi?
Obi-wan *shakes his head*: I know you better than that Quin. Where is the alcohol?
Valara *appearing from behind one of the seats holding an armful of bottles*: Master Kenobi.
Alexandria *topples out from behind Quinlan when he stands from his seat*: Oh hey Obi!
Obi-wan *looks around before closing the door*: Pour me a shot.
Kit *pops into view from behind his chair*: Shots?
Hondo *cheering*
Obi-wan *blinks*: On second thought just pass me the bottle.
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starrymush · 8 months ago
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My twin @limrose-garden ‘s sw oc
her name is Lilac Fisto
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limrose-garden · 1 year ago
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STAR WARS OC ART
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Trying to figure out the lineart situation.
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rammota · 2 years ago
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little meanie
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wanderinginksplot · 1 year ago
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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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