#padawn oc

[kartaylirnaak]

Might I be able to ask about Match the 212th ARC. Why the name? Do they like to match things? Or is it like matchstick and fire is their friend?

You most certainly can! I will very happily ramble on about him.

Match is my 212th ARC Trooper OC. He's a Sergeant and is in an ARC pair with Wooley, who is also an ARC in this AU. Match is quiet, reserved, and doesn't same much, if at all. There's a quiet, shuttered sadness to him and he can be a little intense sometimes. He cares and worries deeply but isn't always the best at expressing it. Match is an expert in wilderness survival, especially jungle survival, for Reasons (I put him through The Horrors). He's fairly lean and wiry for a clone and, when fighting, has a viciousness and brutality to him, along with a keen eye, sharp intelligence, and heightened situational awareness. But he wasn't always this way.

I have no idea where the name came from. It just sort of morphed out of thin air when I started coming up with him. Initially, I wasn't that keen on the name but it kind of stuck and now he's Match. I haven't come up with any in-universe reasoning behind his name yet but I have come up with plenty more backstory and information about him. I was organising my OC's in a spreadsheet to try and keep track of all of them and decided to open a new doc to collate my thoughts about Match. It wasn't going to be much, just a little more than what I could fit into a spreadsheet.

16k+ words later

I now have a lot more backstory and detail about Match and I'm still nowhere even close to finished. It also evolved from ramblings into actual chunks of fic. I'd love to be able to write a whole fic and more about him but that's be a mammoth undertaking that I'm not sure I'll ever manage. So now I have all these sections of fic about him that I wish I could share but there's no context to them so they don't make a great deal of sense in isolation.

Below the cut is the condensed version of Match's backstory, which is still over 2.2k words 😂 It's very rough so there's definitely some clunky writing in there.

I've also included a section of fic I wrote about Match's backstory, where I introduce a different OC, mention another, and the 212th's fandom CMO (Helix) also makes an appearance.

Match's backstory

Match starts off as a shiny in the 212th fairly early on in the war. He’s very loud, brash, cocky, arrogant and egotistical. Thinks he’s top shit and knows everything. He’s constantly getting disciplined and being dressed down by his CO’s for doing stupid shit that endangers his brothers, but it never seems to get through to him. During a battle, his squad is ambushed by droids and he and the commando droid he’s fighting are thrown off the path and down a cliff by an explosion. Match is badly injured but manages to survive and shoot the commando droid, who ended up wedged in a tree. He collapses and is then stunned and captured by Trandoshans, has his wounds perfunctorily treated while he’s out, and wakes up in a cage on a ship, dressed in civies, and with a bunch of other caged natborns. They’re all dumped out onto a beach near a jungle and then shot at, so Match and the natborns that survive all bolt for the jungle. (If this sounds like that episode from TCW, yes that’s where I pinched it from). Match then has to survive in the jungle all by himself while being hunted by the Trandoshans for sport. It’s brutal and terrifying and he has to do some truly fucked up things in order to survive. It’s a constant fight for survival, everything is life or death, and he’s constantly being hunted by the Trandoshans or creatures in the jungle. Match is forced to adapt in order to survive and stay alive. The experience changes him and he becomes quiet and withdrawn, not talking for days at a time. He’s completely alone and isolated and he knows he’s never going to be found. Match survives for over a year and a half in the jungle. He crafts his own weapons, armour, camouflage, supplies, gear, shelters, traps, and everything else he needs to survive. 

The jungle forges him into something new. 

Something different. 

Over a year and a half after Match was captured, he’s watching the latest batch of natborns be dumped out onto the beach and spots that one of them is different, likely a Jedi. They drop down silently in front of him a day later and as very little gets the drop on Match in the jungle these days, he nearly puts a knife and axe through them. Turns out the Jedi is the 212th’s padawan (Jedi OC), who joined the 212th after Match was captured. Something something “will of the Force”, picture a bunch of Commanders rolling their eyes at their General’s here. Bit clichéd but let's be real, it’s not as bad as some of the nonsense that happened in TCW. Anyway, Match now has a baby Jedi. Accidental ad’ika acquisition has been foisted upon him. He teaches them how to survive in the jungle and looks after them, fiercely protecting them against everything. The baby Jedi looks after Match, helping with jungle survival but also helping him slowly remember a little of what it’s like to be around others again. He has someone to talk to now and he relearns, in a way, how to talk again (rocks don’t talk back to you). He has to learn to deal with touch and human interaction again, for when they have to hand things to each other or help each other through the forest or huddle for warmth when the wind picks up and the storms rage and the temperature drops. This lasts for about a month to six weeks until they enact the padawans' plan to escape. There’s a bit of angst around that because Match knows he’ll never be found but the baby Jedi keeps going on about hope and plans, which is all just futile to Match. They have a bit of a fight about it but reconcile and then go and steal the transponder and some electronics from the next Trandoshan ship that arrives. The padawan gets a message out to the 212th, who turn up and rescue them. Match gets shot protecting the baby Jedi during the rescue and nearly dies. 

He wakes up in the medbay on the Negotiator, having had surgery and spent over a week in bacta. He’s survived but his body and mind are fucked. He could never find enough food in the jungle so he’s skin and bone for a clone. The results from all the tests the medics ran on him are all over the shop. He’s covered in scars, has a bunch of old injuries that didn’t heal properly, and picked up all kinds of mystery jungle diseases and parasites. Match is also deeply traumatised from everything he’s been through. The jungle never leaves him and it’s always there in his mind. He still thinks in terms of relating everything to the jungle and has to actively remind himself that he’s not there anymore. 

But the jungle is always there. 

Waiting. 

There aren’t many clones left who remember Match from before he was captured. When Cody visits him in the medbay, Match apologises for how he behaved before and asks to be punished, to which Cody’s response is ‘absolutely the fuck not’. While Match is deeply fucked up, he’s still functional, so he has a long recovery as he heals and gets back into shape. He’s never able to fully return to the baseline body mass of a CT and he stays wiry and lean for a clone. The jungle also shaped him into a brutal fighter. He’s now fast, ruthless, and lethal, easily capable of putting down most clones quick and hard, even while recovering. He struggles to adjust though, still stuck in the mindset of the jungle where everything is a fight for survival. There is no room for practice or training in the jungle. There is only life or death. It causes some problems initially but Match was put in Waxer’s platoon for a reason (he often gets the tough cases) and everyone tries to help him adjust as best they can.

Match has changed. The arrogant little shit of a shiny from before is gone. Replaced by a quiet, reserved, and watchful clone who doesn’t say a great deal and often falls back on protocol because he doesn’t know what to do in social situations anymore. He’s a highly effective and efficient trooper now but outside of that, he struggles with a multitude of issues, including hypervigilance, dissociation, overtraining, and nightmares. He’s also filled with an immense amount of shame and guilt at how he acted and behaved as a shiny before he was captured. Match doesn’t paint his armour for quite a while because he thinks he doesn’t deserve it. That is until Boil basically shoves a can of armour paint at him and makes him turn up to an armour painting session. 

Match ends up having to be an acting Sergeant in the field during a battle because two squads both lose half of their members and he’s the oldest left and he has four shocked and injured vod’ika staring up at him. So he cobbles them together, gets them through the battle, makes his report on what happened to Waxer, and then goes to make sure they’re all as ok as possible and looks after them. It’s only when they won’t leave him alone that he realises he’s accidentally acquired vod’ika. He ends up being promoted straight to Sergeant of his cobbled together squad because they worked quite well together and bonded as a group, plus Match performed well under fire. Match doesn’t think he deserves it because he just did what he always did in the jungle. Survived. But the vod’ika keep looking at him like he’s hung the stars and there is no way in hell he’s behaving like he used to, so he takes on the responsibility and teaches them what he knows. 

Cody’s been keeping an eye on all of this and has been conveniently dropping by with various other experienced clones when Match is doing his own training. Match can last the longest out of the standard CT’s when sparring with commanders, ARCs, or commanders, like Cody, Wooley or Gregor. This is how Match meets Wooley, who will end up being his future ARC partner, even if Match doesn’t know it yet. He likes Wooley and has a healthy respect for him and his skills, even if he does think he’s too bright and cheery and talks too much. 

You can’t talk in the jungle. 

They’ll hear you. 

Match ends up having to be an acting Lieutenant during a later campaign when Waxer is injured and Match is the only Sergeant left because the rest are gone or too badly injured. At the time, Match does what he has to do. During a campaign or battle, the same mindset from the jungle returns. He does what he has to do to survive, just now it’s mixed with doing what he has to in order to keep as many other clones alive as well. Match has now somehow acquired more vod’ika but he absolutely does not want to be a Lieutenant. He still doesn’t think he deserves to be a Sergeant, let alone a Lieutenant. There isn’t a space for him to be promoted to anyway once Waxer recovers. Cody has been keeping an eye on all of this and decides now is the time to send Match to ARC training. Match has a massive internal crisis about this because he thinks he definitely does not deserve the honour of even being considered for ARC training, let alone being an actual ARC. Cody puts Match through his own preparation training for ARC training so Match spends his evenings being thrown around the mats by the Commander and Wooley, learning as much as he can, and getting to know both Cody and Wooley better. He still doesn’t think he deserves to be in this position but he doesn’t talk about it because that would involve Talking To People. Rocks never talked to him in the jungle. Both Cody and Wooley clock this and try to get through to Match that he does deserve this. Match still doesn’t entirely believe it but he can understand their more rational arguments that he now has the skills, ability, and potential to be an ARC. 

Seventeen is inspecting all of the ARC candidates who are lined up in the training room at the start of this round of ARC training. He stops in front of Match, who internally is freaking the fuck out, but outwardly does not even fucking blink. Match is very good at staying completely still now, especially in the presence of a threat. The jungle beat that lesson into him. Seventeen just looks at him before stating, “You saved the little Commander” (referring to the 212th’s padawan). Match, who is looking straight ahead with a dead stare, having reverted back to survival coping mechanisms that he developed to survive on the island, answers with an automatic “Yes, Sir.” Seventeen gives him a look, grunts, gives Match the tiniest of nods, and moves on, which for Seventeen is high praise. All the other ARC candidates in this round of ARC training are internally freaking out and wondering who the hell this vod is that already has Seventeen’s approval. Match just wants to be left alone and avoid any kind of attention and make it through ARC training. 

Match tops almost all of the categories in this round of ARC training and is top 3 or 5 in the rest. He sets a new record in jungle survival and is equal second of all time in wilderness survival. His main competition during training is a vod named Jesse from the 501st, who is far too friendly (idk what the timelines are doing at this point so we’re just rolling with it). At least the giant Republic cog tattooed on his head would help him camouflage in the jungle a little. 

The jungle is always there. 

Waiting. 

Match lasts the longest in their final no holds barred hand to hand spar assessment against Seventeen and is one of the few that doesn’t technically lose because the Alpha Medic supervising the spars (which are basically just fights) calls an end to it because Match refuses to stop. He must survive. Match joins Jesse and another vod in the medbay later who also had their fights stopped before they were turned into paste. Jesse was quite pleased with himself, even as he bemoaned the reception he was going to get from someone called Kix, who is apparently going to kick his ass even worse. The other vod is completely out cold. Match paints his kama in a camo pattern similar to the camo pattern on the ARFs armour in the 212th, with only the barest hint of gold paint lightly brushed through it. It’ll help blend into dappled light. The rest of his armour might be too damn bright but at least some of his legs will be camouflaged.  

Match and Wooley work as an ARC pair as part of the 212th and Ghost Company. They go where they’re needed and complement each other well. They’re also both part of the specialised squad that accompanies the 212th’s padawan on missions. There’s a pool of troopers in Ghost Company with various specialisations that are drawn on depending on the needs of the mission. This will pretty much always involve Match and Wooley because wherever their padawan goes, they go. The General has the Commander and their padawan has at least one ARC. They’re all very serious about keeping their jetii alive, Match especially so about keeping the baby Jedi alive. That’s been with him ever since the jungle and will never leave. 

Just like the jungle. 

It is always there. 

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Section of fic about Match Context: This is after Match has been rescued and is recovering in the medbay of the Negotiator.

Waking is easier this time. 

Match comes to a slow awareness of his surroundings. The white walls and bright lights and beeping machines are still there. The mask on his face is gone, replaced by tubes that fill his nose and do not feel welcome at all. Match think’s he’d prefer the mask back. He gingerly shifts his jaw and it immediately cracks, making his eye twitch and drawing out a pained grunt. His side twinges at the noise but the slicing pain from before doesn’t return. He carefully shifts slightly and is relieved to find that it doesn’t feel like he’s being stabbed again. Instead, there’s a deep penetrating ache in his shoulder, thigh, and ribs. The rest of his body feels like one big bruise. Deciding to risk a little more movement, Match turns his head to the side to confirm that, yes, there are machines next to him. There’s also the door along with a wall with a window that gives a view out into what looks like a larger medbay.

Why is he in a room by himself?

Turning his head to the other side reveals more machines, cupboards, and a chair for some reason. Match is pondering the existence of the chair when a vod with eye searingly bright blue hair and a splash of patterns on the side of his face pokes his head around the door.

“Eeeyyyyy, he’s awake!”

Yes?

The vod hollers out to the medbay at large with a string of words and letters that make absolutely no sense to Match and then bounces over to him.

“How you doin’ bud? I’m Fluid, but everyone calls me Flu because they all think they’re sooooooo funny giving a medic the name of something we can’t catch. Fancy heightened genetically engineered immune systems and all that.”

This vod is far too loud, in every sense of the word.

“But you managed to pick up some very interesting mystery jungle flu down there. That produced some wild results in the battery of tests we had to run, let me tell you.”

The jungle gave Match a lot of things. 

It took away even more.

The vod keeps nattering away as he looks at a datapad and does things with the machines and rifles around in the cupboards like he’s trying to make every noise imaginable.

“So on a scale of being ripped apart by our friendly neighbourhood Force wielding Sith gremlin, to being thrown around the mats by the Commander for his sadistic pleasure, to stubbing your toe on that little lip of the door on the last training room that really shouldn’t be there because everything’s supposed to be standardised, what’s our pain like today?

What the fuck is a Sith gremlin?

“Are we gonna have to use numbers? Numbers are so boring. Utterly useless too, seeing as they don’t accurately convey pain and, despite us all being clones and all, we definitely process pain differently. But you try telling the longnecks that and just watch them get all pissy. That’s a recipe for being recon’d at the very least so let's keep that between you and me, pal.”

The loud, blue haired vod is looking at him expectantly so Match guesses this is where he’s supposed to respond.

“What’s a—”

His voice gives out, cracking into a rough croak and a hacking cough that makes his ribs really fucking hurt.

“Oop, one sec, here ya go, that should help.”

The straw from a hydro pack is brandished in his face and Match sucks down his first gulp of water that hasn’t come from somewhere dubious in the jungle.

It tastes plastic.

“Alrighty, howzat then? Bit better, yeah?”

“Thanks,” Match manages to croak out. Fuck, his voice sounds and feels rough. Flu seems to be of the same opinion and decides to make it known.

“Damn vod, that is some heavy gravel you’ve been garglin’. Don’t worry ‘bout talking too much at the moment, your voice is in about the same state as the rest of you, which is to say, pretty damn beat up.”

This vod has said more words in the past few minutes than Match has said in over a year and a half. 

Repeatedly honed instincts mean Match doesn’t miss the movement across the window and his eyes track a familiar clone as they hand a datapad off to another medic and then walk through the door. 

This is someone he remembers from before. And someone who remembers him.

“Flu, stop terrorising him.”

“Now, Sir, would I ever do something like that?” Flu answers, clutching at his chest and somehow managing to be even more dramatic. 

A deeply unimpressed look is all Flu gets in return.

Match would be more confused at whatever is going on but right now he’s more occupied with looking at Helix in trepidation. He can’t run from a threat. Isn’t even sure how well he can move, and there’s only one way out of this room.

“Go be a menace elsewhere.”

“But at least I’m your favourite menace,” Flu replies, as he cheerfully slaps the datapad against Helix’s chest.

“No, that’s Pinch.”

A scandalised gasp.

“Wounded. Deeply wounded, Sir. So deeply and fatally wounded. I am in the death throes and seeing the light.”

“No dying in my medbay.”

Flu leaves with an exuberant “Yessir” flung over his shoulder as the door closes on his exit and finally brings about some peace and quiet.

[dirthara-dalen]

Cain Xeno never wanted an apprentice but when Darth Marr forces one on you, you don't say no. Runario is the same age as Cain but taller and built like a powerhouse. How Runario views the force (very dark side, like rank 4) when they first meet really doesn't mesh with how Cain planned on teaching him. While Cain found Runario frustrating to deal with, Runario became infatuated with him. Cain would eventually catch onto how Runario was acting around him, quickly telling him he was married...but hid that he was devloping feelings for him. Bal'zar, Cain's husband was totally fine with the situation. The three end up in a poly relationship before the end of the war.

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Know what's been haunting me? And my Yandere loving brain?

What if... an SI-OC? Fffffucked UP™?

Like? STRAIGHT up "....Oh No. I have? GRAVELY miscalculated."? Cause? And I'm probably wrong here, or forgetting nuisances, but? Dooku? Left the order and began his Fall? NOT because he disagreed with the vast majority of Jedi philosophy... but?

Because of what the Jedi had BECOME.

Senate attack dogs. Indentured servants. Following NOT the Force or their Orders Mandate, but a mere GOVERMANT. Politicians. Straight into ruin and slaughter no less! It was vile. Corrupt. A perversion and degradation of HIS beloved Jedi Order.

He was proud and filled with grief, isolated. Palpatine chose well.

But! He was ALSO a Master Jedi with DECADES of Mastery under his belt. You do not become that with out clear vision of what you want. Who you ARE. And Dooku? Very CLEARLY planned on winning. Killing Sidious and taking his place. An unfortunate necessity, really. In his Grand Plan™.

Too?

Start over, obviously.

Instead of just leaving and starting a NORMAL Religious Schism, building a temple on Serrano, and publicly calling his old Council members lil bitchs. Slap fighting in the town square, as is traditional. Maybe sending pass aggressive notes back and forth in the hands of increasingly spoiled Padawan, because OUR temple at least FEEDS these POOR WAIFS. Etc etc?

Dude went the SITH route. Of... you know... "kill everybody".

Bit extreme. Just saying.

However! Dooku? Not well! In fact, DEEPLY unhinged and masterfully hiding it! Because he is, in fact, a MASTER jedi! And know how to fucking DO THAT. So that slow creep of Deepyly Crazy? No one sees it. Gives ya time to miss the countdown to Boom, as it were.

Which leads to our dearly beloved SI. She? Is a well meaning IDIOT. She can't help it. It's the Force, man. All that feel good juice, clogging up her brain! Making her? Optimistic! Vaguely perky! Wanting to see the GOOD in people!!!

Disturbing, she knows. But it is what it is.

And MASTER Dooku? Feels? Stern but warm. Stalwart. Like one of those ancient trees or great temples in a quite moment. Old and powerful, not necessarily KIND, but certainly not UNKIND. Just... fussy, you know? Proper. Collected and self contained. Doesn't like messy and dirty and needless noise.

So... what's an itty bitty Crecheling to do? To stop this Respected Master from falling? Well... Yoda seems to think "babies" works? And SHE is Baby...

Better scrub down so I'm EXTRA not "why are all children so... sticky?" and make my self look as presentable as possible. Then? Plan: Stalk the Respected Master Dooku Like A Duckling is a GO~! Yoda finds this INSTANTLY hilarious. Starts feeding her insider information (One of his many, later Great Regrets).

Dooku likes THIS tea. Meditates in THIS garden. Ask him about THIS subject, no one listens to him rant about it, he'll enjoy lecturing you about it for HOURS. She actually learns quite a lot! Man's a good teacher. And SHE? Is a dutiful, polite, thoughtful, shining young paragon example of what he feels the Jedi SHOULD be.

She LISTENS. Unlike his foolish peers. She tries to better herself, day by day, instead of running around screaming and playing in mud. Asks after etiquette from the courts he's traveled too, so she does not offend in the future. Does not react with blind disgust to questions others would deem heretical!

Instead? SHE comes from a JEDI place of approach with compassion and consultation of the Force. What creates the most GOOD? How can we strive for the kindest, most ethical, most equal social possible? What brings the universe the most Light? Where do OUR duties end and the duties of OTHERS begin, and when is it time to call them on their failings, should there be any?

It is? Delightful~ if he were not already committed to his path, he would seriously consider taking her on as a Padawn. Like the Granddaughter he never had. In FACT? He is conflicted. While he does not wish to lose the bright little light he has become so accustomed too? He should probably do what is best for her.

He IS leaving after all. Eventually. Perhaps after Qui-Gon finally knights his own padawn. He can convince the man to come with him. A talk between them has been so very, very long overdue. And the man is like a son to him. Young Obi-Wan is a fine young Jedi. Upstanding and collected, could use a bit of tempering. Outrageous flirt. It would be hilarious.

It's a good plan.... right up until it isn't.

Until the Council's BLINDNESS lead his SON to dying alone. For Sidious little games. And the place in HIS chosen lineage is USURPED by some WHINY SAND COVERED BRAT who can not CONTROL himself! No. NO.

Absolutely Not.

As far as HE is concerned? HIS lineage? Goes him, Qui-gon, Obi-Wan, and then SI-OC. No Sand Brat. Is he spiraling? Oh yes. Has been for a while. But now? NOW someone just kicked out a major support beam. The building is a'shaking. SI-OC is worried. Knows this could make or break his Fall.

Doesn't realize that ship has sailed LONG before she arrived.

Jedi Master's do not Fall over night. It is the slow erosion that kills them. Death by ten thousand cuts. He was already thousands deep. Bleeding and bleeding, beyond her abilities to heal. Yoda could have changed things. He is a Master. But a mere Crecheling? An untrained child? No. She stood no chance.

Does not realize that, as she stands in the heart of the storm. The center of the bear trap. As composed Master Dooku grieves and rages, hair disheveled and robes a mess. No, he can not come to the comm right now. No, he is not taking visitors, thank you. Please, Master Dooku. Please! Drink some tea? Eat? Something. Anything. I beg you.

It is a focal point. An anchor to cling to, in that great Fall. As SI-OC fusses with blankets and music that might help, pressing her small and fragile light against his shields like a comforting weight. As though trying to protect him from the pain. As though ANYTHING could protect him.

Sits with him, in remembrance.

Comes with him, to the funeral.... where stands the sand brat. At HER Master's side. As though enough has not been stolen. How dare he? How dare THEY? To allow this!? Hatred festers. Rage. The mania that Darkness brings. He sees now. Ooooo ho ho, does he now see.

The Order has become Rotten. It cannot be saved. The Jedi have lost their way.

The old must be purged... and they must begin again.

It's all so CLEAR now. So simple. The path forward. Its so obvious now, HE is not leaving, oh no, THEY are leaving. It would be madness to leave a vulnerable Crecheling in such unfettered corruption. Exposed to the nonexistent mercies of Sidious and his ilk. Not to mention, Force knows what filth they'd attempt to stuff in her head behind his back!

Knight Kenobi is an adult. Can comport himself and defend his person. SI-OC can not. She is just a youngling. Should have BARELY been a padawn. But... things have changed.

SI-OC fall asleep, comfortable and certain she is perfectly safe, in MASTER Dooku's apartments. Just another Tea Time and obscure Force Philosophy lecture. Maybe some hands-on etiquette lessons. There are many, MANY different ways to take tea. And... man... the room is so cozy. Always so comfortable and tastefully inviting. Warm an... an snoozy... feelin... *thunk of a small child falling over, dead to the world*

Drugged? Sleep suggestion? Soothing bedtime tea? Yes. Yes, he did. She stood literally negative chances. He scoops up HIS granddaughter and leaves droids to pack the rest. Tucks her under his cloak. No one thinks to even check. Who would? He is trusted. Respected. It is well known how he dotes upon the child. Old age has softened him, some jest.

The dangers of attachment indeed. But it is not HIM who is in danger. It is HER who his attachment endangers. Because he can not let go. WILL NOT. Because it can crossed from caring to obsessive. Possessive. To mine, mine, mine.

Children are not property. Not toys or trophies. Teddy bears to squeeze until your hurt stops. They are living, breathing, entities in their own right. Which is something a JEDI would be able to accept. The SITH? No. No, see, his Great-grandpadawn is HIS. This is HIS family. HIS Jedi order. HIS plan to "fix" everything.

She done fucked up.

She wakes up on a ship to Serrano with COUNT Dooku.

His... his eyes turn Interesting Colors now. Ha ha... she is... staying Very Calm. It is REALLY important to stay VERY calm. No sudden movements. We Do Not startle the Darksider! Eeeeeeverones FRIENDS here! R-Right?

Oh of course. Nothing to be worried about, dear. You're just going to his Manor until the NEW temple is finished. (Neat. Terrifying. So, SO many horrifying parts of that sentence). And SI-OC? Pulls the good ol "never argue with the crazy person with a gun" technique. Smile and Nod! Mmmmhmmm! G-great! Can't wait!

(Oh god, help me)

War breaks out. She's on THE Separatist planet. But not? Before crazy grandpa? Has hired bounty hunters to find him force sensitive kids. You know, for the NEW Jedi order. Because we're all pretending here. Smile and nod, fellow hostages. For the love of the Force, smile and nod.

She's not entirely even certain half these children were from families that WANTED to give them up. It makes her sick to think about.

She still has to have Tea Time. Because she, a child, is the HEAD of the New Order. And he has decades of Jedi knowledge to impart. Also? Lonely and fixating. We're a happy family. Because I say so and have hostages. That's why you love you, don't you dear? *SI-OC with a wide, terrified hostage smile* mmmmhmm!

The Jedi? Have figured out what happened. Crecheling mysteriously disappeared at the same time a Count Dooku? They originally thought she tried to follow him. Got lost or grabbed by slavers. But now... NOW? Oh Force they know they horrifying truth. The Darksider stole a CHILD.

Everyone remembers SI-OC. She was the sweet little duckling. Well behaved and polite. A kind child. Worried for Count Dooku. And now look at what's happened?! The CIS is trotting out the "head" or their "new order" and it's their lost Crecheling. Now a teenager. Terror in her eyes and a fixed jedi smile.

The Creche Masters have to be physically dragged away from stealth ships. (They're just going to talk! They're jUST GOING TO TAL-!!!) Plo Koon is fucking HELPING and that's NOT helpful! No, your commander do NOT have "a point"! You can not do just a "little bit" of murder as "a treat"!

A certain Quinlan Vos? Never heard of him, of course, rocks up to this New Order with a smoothie. Has betrayed the OLD order and the Republic. Definitely for realisies and not because he's here to spy! Heeeeey, kiddo. How you holding up?

Answer? Oh THANK GOD, AN ADULT JEDI! Halp! Followed by gross sobbing. So... you know... not GREAT. Wouldn't recommend it.

But! The INTEL. Sweet holy shit, kid. Chips. Palpatine. Dooku behind the Clones. Everything ELSE she's quietly been noting down. Uuuuh, yeah. Yeah that WILL be... real useful.... Holy shit. No, seriously, give him a second. Just like that? Huh. Didn't even have to convince you. Wow. Okay.

Well then! Let's fuck over some Sith!

How the Shadows go about it? Probably very action movie and nail biting. High octane. Sweet big budget cgi effects. They get the De-chipped clones involved. Fox gets to finally, FINALLY shoot his boss. Never a happier man. He deserves it.

But that's not important. What IS? Is Quinlan Vos? Showing up to the Temple, with a burger and smelling strongly of smoke, and like.... over 450 force sensitive younglings, teenage and below. And probably a litter of tookas. Because what? Were they supposed to LEAVE them?

She takes One(1) step into the temple and gets hit with like? Three generations of Guilt Complexes. Man Pain. Yoda, Obi-Wan, AND Anikin? Mother FUCKER, you were 9! What were you supposed to DO? Bite him?! You literally JUST GOT HERE. *SI-OC has used Logic against Skywalker Guilt... it is not very effective!*

When? When will she be freeeeeeee? Cannon Yoda had the right idea.

She should go hide in a fucking SWAMP.

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[mythical-illustrator]

Did some character doodles (based on our discord conversations)for @anxiouspineapple99 of her oc Avery and mine (Grace). Both are two Jedi healers and enjoy spending time together like they did as younglings/Padawns; when the war lets them at least. Hair braiding is a tradition a this point.

Check out Avery story

I loved doing this, they're so cute. Grace having no hair, had to learn how humanoid hair works but by the time the clone wars happens, I think she's got it down 😊

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[determination-personified]

Some Star Wars nerd:TM: : Man i'm sick of this. just how many Jedi survived and went into hiding during order 66? it's a dumb trope!

Me. looking at my fucked up. morally questionable padawn oc: ...YEp oh man such a. overused trope. mmhm. yep.

[sol-the-otter]

~My Hero~

Self indulgent OC lore!

A story of a Jedi and his medic.

Sol wasn't his name then, but his prior name is lost to the sands of time.

The Jedi fingered the simple pendant that hung around his neck as he flew through hyperspace on their return to Utapau. It was one of a few necklaces that he never removed, and he would unconsciously play with it often. All of them bore an intense significance to Sol, but this was the most important thing he owned. He would sooner give up his saberstaff than this small shard of plastoid armor. He still wasn't sure where it had been obtained, but he had his ideas....

He rubbed his thumb once again across the rough carving in the pendant, a set of four numbers carved in painstakingly, that meant everything to the former jedi. 6116. As in CT-6116, the clone medic Kix, of the 501st battalion in the Grand Army of the Republic. His eyes closed, cutting off unshed tears as he again slipped back into memories.

~~ some years earlier~~

Ahkeema placed a hand gently on Sol's shoulder, "my padawn, you are ready for this. You've got the finest soldiers under your command, and you know how to lead. These boys would follow you into an active volcano if you let them"

Sol smiled at his master and friend. "Well let's hope it doesn't come to that, eh Master Sukrii? And be careful, don't jinx me!" They shared a laugh as he loaded onto the gunships that would take them to the front lines....

Sol had recently turned 18, and it was his first solo mission with the 413th Company. Scout, his soft spoken and trustworthy Lt, helped him lead and the fighting was fierce. They had been dispatched as back up to help supplement the 501st in this battle, and had helped to turn the tide.

Despite their efforts, the battle was still brutal and Sol and a dozen or so troopers had been separated from the main force of their company. Sol didn't know how they'd been separated, which was a problem in and of itself that he would worry about later. He pushed his growing shame and disappointment away and focused on keeping himself and his squad alive for the moment, as they were pushed farther and farther into the ravine.

As they were backed up against a far wall, Sol defended his beloved troopers with his saber, falling deep into the Force; as his boys fired from behind. The droids fell, but not fast enough. Somewhere behind, he felt the explosion of a grenade, and heard Scout cry out as the clone collapsed unceremoniously into a heap behind him. Sol screamed in rage, flinging his arm out, pushing back the front line of droids and disrupting the line, as he kept marching forward. Twitch, the squads medic ran to his side to make sure he was still breathing, shooting droids the entire time. Sol could distantly hear one of the men giving coordinates and calling for help, but it was drowned out by constant blaster fire.

The conflict must only have taken minutes, but it felt like hours as their strength and resolve flagged, and the droids seemed neverending. Sol was hit in the shoulder, and while the shot was blocked by armor, it hit hard enough to deaden his arm instantly, the impact shattering his collarbone, and his saber clattered to the dirt.

Falling to his knees, he grabbed the still lit saber with his left hand, and attempted to keep deflecting shots away from the troopers, but it was getting much harder to do through the pain. He took another shot to the side, and heard another of his troopers cry out. It was nearly over, but Sol', the Jedi and future Mandalorian, would fight to the death for his men if necessary.

"I am one with the force, the force is with me." He repeated the mantra that his master had taught them long ago, in what felt like a galaxy far far away.

Moments or perhaps hours later, the battle ended. Sol heard the sweet sounds of DC-17 fire coming in from behind the droids, and saw the bright white and blue of the 501st as they mowed down the opposition from behind. He sighed in deep relief, battered body shuddering in pain, saber lowering slowly to the ground before it deactivated, as he saw their knights in shining, scuffed armor coming to their aid, lead by the always impressive captain Rex. Sol's eyes glazed over as the adrenaline fled his body and the pain from his injuries took over, and he saw the medic dash forward, catching him before he hit the ground.

"My hero." His shaky voice whispered out, as his eyes slipped closed and his thoughts went dark.

Sol awoke some time later, in the medbay of the transport ship, sore and exhausted, but alive.

"Welcome back" said the soft voice of the medic, as he turned towards them, holding a datapad, and Sol was met with the warmest brown eyes he'd ever seen.

"I'm Kix, CT-6116" the man paused with a smile, "how are you feeling?"

(And then the Republic never fell and order 66 didnt happen and everyone lived happily ever after...... 🙃)

[cyraniadebergerac]

Fantastically done.

Always glad to meet another Jedi Consular fan as well. Their stories are one of the more interesting of the class stories.

I also agree with the start of darkness and disillusionment but not a fall to the dark side way of viewing the storyline. My concept for it though focused more on the fact both her and the Jedi Knight (who for my iteration were twin brother and sister to keep with Star Wars tradition) are so old when they become padawans.

Within the game set up, I get it. The journey of a Jedi Initiate to Padawan to Knight to Master makes for a solid progression arc both story and gameplay wise while working well to parallel the Sith side of things. However, they also would have been in trouble with having the player play a child, and so the player starts out as an adult initiate (JK)/adult who has just started their padawan journey (JC). Still, it also seems intentional storywise. Both characters are remarked to be remarkably powerful in the Force, yet when war is on the horizon, they are not trained for it as soon as possible. Many other padawns and initiates we see preparing to be padawans are teenagers, making those who are older like our main characters clear outsiders there. And that could be purposeful. Jedi are often wary of the more naturally gifted of the Order because Pride and Arrogance often contribute to the dark side, and what feeds someone's ego more than being more accomplished than others? But since the danger is only potential and there is a war on the horizon, it could be possible that the council sought to have the PC Jedi learn humility by purposely delaying their gaining of masters. And then throughout the stories, we have them be distrusted or thrown into dangerous situations time and time again with little to no real support. As they spend more time outside the Jedi temples, I could see the Consular in particular realize this more and more especially after she's assigned to the council itself yet isn't shown to truly have a voice there. And so the Consular's world fragments as she deals with how much is broken about the Jedi and Republic she always idealized. And yet, her response is not to give into despair and fall, but to instead seek to rise up and keep seeking to be a force for good in the galaxy, doing what she can so that she leaves behind a legacy that will inspire others to seek the Light as well.

Also think it could be fun if there could have been a way for the Consular to have some expy of an Imperial Agent that chose to join the Republic as a companion character (preferably Chiss). The Imperial Agent class story, I find funnily enough, is truly the Imperial mirror story for the Jedi Consular. The Agent is meant to be a Mara Jade/Thrawn-like figure, part of which includes an at least initial genuine belief that the Empire has its problems, but that the core of it is still something worth killing and risking life and limb for. That all the corruption (the Sith) could be cleaned out and the Empire with its 'strength, unity, and order' would be far better than the chaotic, 'weak' Republic. The storyline then shows the cracks in that mindset, especially after the Agent is made into a literal puppet for anyone with their passcode. Yet the Agent can choose to still seek to do right as well he can within his situation, with the main difference being that his pursuit of good can take him away from the Empire. Having more ways for the Agent's storyline/some proxy of the Agent to be interacted with by the Consular could then highlight those similarities.

(I will admit those similarities also caused me to ship my oc iterations of them, Alastrina Zaboki and my Chiss Agent who I can't right now recall what I named him but it was a very Chiss name I had fun with coming up with, who within my version actually ended up having to join the Republic officially full time and ends up with Alastrina, who if course he's immediately wary of because of his experience with Sith, but then the two slowly warm up to each other from there.

Her twin brother is Alastair Zaboki by the way).

schrödinger's jedi consular

I have problems with the Jedi Consular – my Jedi Consular to be specific.

Because I’m fascinated by the idea of Act 1 as a Start of Darkness, but not one where they fall to the Dark Side of the Force. Rather, the Consular as someone who grows more distant from and dismissive of the Force-blind as they struggle with a situation people outside the Order don’t have the context to understand, someone who asks for help from the Council is told they can manage by themself and internalises that as a universal truth, someone who clings to the Code more rigidly because it is the only support they have, someone who faces Lord Vivicar severely weakened by holding all of the other shields but casts the ritual one last time knowing it might kill them because the life a Jedi is sacrifice – and has their faith in the Force rewarded when they survive.

Someone who is hardened by their trials even as they pass them. Someone who takes the high standards and expectations placed on them and applies them to everyone else. Because if you are expected to sacrifice yourself for the greater good isn’t that because sacrifice is a virtue that all should practice? Because if the Jedi Council can weigh your single life against the many lives of the possessed Jedi, shouldn’t you apply that utilitarianism in your own decision making?

But I love the Consular who meets Qyzen Fess, so different to anyone they’ve met before, and learns from the teaching holograms on Tython about the strange early period of the Jedi Order they had been left to assume had always been much the same as it had been when they were raised in it. Who leaves the Prologue newly aware of the bubble they grew up in and determined to stab it with as many pins as they can find.

Someone who will try any food including the ones they really shouldn’t, because what were they taught to metabolise poison for if not this? Someone who painstakingly learns the art of making small talk with strangers at spaceports because the departure lounges are filled with people from planets they only know as names on a star map living lives they’ve never dreamed of. Someone honest and earnest who asks the wrong questions at the right times and was the best/worst person the Jedi Council could have picked as a political liaison. Someone who jumps into the teachings of the Voss Mystics face first and drives the Council nuts because instead of denouncing the Sith and the Dark Side to the Mystics they’re incorporating Voss notions of the Force as grey into their own practice.

Obviously the solution is to have two Consulars. They can be foils for each other! It’s divvying up the Class Story which is the trouble.

The second Consular does the Prologue and is Yuon Par’s Padawan, but Yuon being struck down by Terrak Morrhage’s curse plague is the bridge into Act 1. If her old Padawan wasn’t trying to save her by learning the ritual from the Noetikon then going on to use that skill when the crisis spread, where were they? Why were they, rather than the first Consular who proved themself in Act 1 earning the title of Barsen’thor, assigned to the post with the Rift Alliance? Especially since I assume the title of Barsen’thor was part of the reason the Consular was put forward to be the Rift Alliance’s envoy? It makes sense that the first Consular who did Act 1 be called in for the mess with the Children of the Emperor but then how does the second Consular get to Voss? Are both Consulars doing Act 3? It’s like a ball of string I can’t cut through without making a dozen new loose ends.

[dishonored-pendletwin]

Found yet another screenshot I forgot to post while looking for a meme on my phone

[anileahvictoria]

Decided he looked better with a white saber. 

[stagbeetleboy]

I should be allowed to write my own clone wars episodes about my ocs.

What you didn’t know there was an episode where activity on an abandoned scrapyard moon draws the attention of the separatists, and the Jedi learn they’re attempting to capture an ancient weapon that has awoken from the scrap heap and gone on the fritz. After the first Jedi fails to report in they send Jedi investigator Ith Amatus who orders his padawan to stay out of it assuming a planet where a Jedi knight has already gone missing on isn’t a place for a padawan.

She stows away anyway wanting to go on a real mission with her usually temple bound master and together they piece together that the illusive weapon isn’t just one giant machine but is a bunch of droids designed to work together as one and is only trying to find its pieces that have been captured by the separatists. They scope out the camp in which they’re holding the droids stolen from the main machine but discover that the Jedi knight they were sent to find was there but seems to have escaped.

The padawan wants to raid the camp but Ith insists they are only there to insure the safety of their fellow Jedi, and that a sickly Jedi investigator and his padawan can’t possibly carry out an attack themselves. They do end up finding the missing Jedi who has escaped the separatist base camp with one of the components, and Ith’s padawn comes up with a plan to lure the weapon and destroy the camp with its help. Afterwards Ith voices his concern that the republic may see fit to destroy the coalesce of droids in case the separatists return to collect it but for now they just watch it reunite itself.

[mace-windu-appreciationweek]

Mace Windu Appreciation Week

Mace Windu is often overlooked, bashed, or villainized for no reason, so let's give him some love and appreciation!

The week running from April 25th-May1st will be Mace Windu Appreciation week.

Mace positive content, no matter what sort, fic, art, vids, fanmixes, meta/headcanons is welcome and encouraged.

For those who would like some direction a list of themes will be provided, but you don’t have to follow any theme so long as it’s positive Mace Windu centric work. 

Day 1, Sunday, April 25- Serenity: Jedi are generally calming and solid as a group. Let’s see Mace in a serene moment, whether this is meditation, a quiet moment with the council, or calm during battle. When, where and how is Mace serene?

Alt theme- Acting: The fact that Mace was a star actor before his seat on the council is a fun little tidbit. Let’s see him in his acting element, on stage on Coruscant, as part of a plan in the Clone Wars, or advertising some goofy product between late night holo-programs. Where is he acting, what sort of part?

Day 2, Monday, April 26- Vaapad/Shatterpoint: Mace is a fantastic Jedi with a lot of tricks up his sleeves. Shatterpoints lets him see important events, like flaws in a gem, where one strike might change the course of history. Vaapad is a form of lightsaber combat that funnels the anger or fury of the user and opponent into a faster, harder to combat style, it might look like his lightsaber is a blur or that there are several blades. Let’s see a piece of him using either of these abilities, or explaining or teaching them.

At theme- Color: Of course Mace is associated with purple, but that is not the only color you could choose. Maybe it’s monochrome, black and white with color additions. Maybe it’s the red sand of Geonosis, and the red blood of those who died, and the red rage that Mace might have to calm because of it. Maybe the calm brown of the Jedi temple, the solid brown of the earth and the life, the force Mace feels that runs through both. Maybe it’s a crest for Mace’s Jedi line with significance to the colors chosen. Let's see a work with a focus on color or colors.

Day 3, Tuesday April 27- Romance: Let’s see that shipping, maybe it’s a canon character, maybe it’s an OC, maybe it’s reader insert, but let’s see what a romance with Mace is!

Alt Theme- Crossover: There are plenty of interesting works of fiction and fictional characters out there, let’s see Mace interacting with one, or more! Is it someone from another sci-fi series? Or another Samuel L. Jackson character? The sky's the limit for who he might meet.

Day 4, Wednesday, April 28- Friendship: Who is friends with Mace, and what do they do? Is it all other Jedi? Or perhaps other people on Coruscant? What sort of friendship do they have?

Alt theme- Music: Whether it’s Mace listening to or creating music, or what music you associate Mace, let’s see what his (or our) taste in music is!

Day 5, Thursday, April 29- AU: Maybe the Jedi are fantasy knights, or Mace is a senator instead of a Jedi. Maybe the Republic won the Clone Wars, or Mace became a Sith. Maybe he survived his fall or is a Mandalorian, let’s see your favorite AU ideas involving Mace.

Alt theme- Padawan: Maybe it’s during Mace's time as a padawan, or involving his padawan, Depa, her padawan Caleb, or maybe he’s helping teach a padawan for a different knight or master. There are a lot of padawns out there, let’s see Mace as or interacting with padawans.

Day 6, Friday, April 30- Badass: We know Mace Windu is a grade A badass, but it never hurts to mention. Show us your favorite canon moments, or create your own badass Mace moment.

Alt theme- Memento: As a Jedi Mace has done a lot of things, gone to a lot of places, and met a lot of people. Let’s see a keepsake or a souvenir from some adventure he’s been on, and what it makes him think of or feel.

Day 7, Saturday, May 1- Free Day: Go wild, be the Mace Windu content you want to see in the world!

Alt theme - Humor: Let’s see goofy, jokey Mace, or Mace as the straight man delivering the punchline. Do you think Mace was perhaps the temple clown as a child? Or that he can and will joke so sly and sarcastic it takes a moment to process and get? 

[miss-spixx]

thinkin about my master and padawn ocs...

agony

[dirthara-dalen]

So far I’ve made 3 out of like 4 or 5 padawn/apprentice’s for my ocs. The most recent one is an angy boy who really doesn’t understand why darth ocuuls (lord kallig at the time) picks him. He also replaces xalex and is recruited during act 2.

[mythical-illustrator]

OLLO!

I have both an oddly specific ask AND a dark ask

For the sister padawan 🥰

What is your OC's "villain song"?

and!

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

😘💜💜💜

Hello sister padawn

I had to really think of some of these

For Grace's villan song. For me Grace has two villian moods, either eldritch horror or Evil Queen.

For Eldritch Horror, a very possesive unhindged Grace, someone who would cast mass illusions on the world or her loved ones to "Keep them safe", "Counting Body likes sheep to the Rythm of the war drum" by Perfect Circle.

For Evil Queen, an equally unhindged but calulating Grace, someone who would burn the republic to the ground and rebuild it into a... Empire for her loved one. "I am going to give this wretched galaxy the Queen it Deserves" : Paint it Black (Femle vocals) by Hidden Citizans.

Grace notices her scar first, the distinct lightning shape and claw marks going down her shoulder. She can add her curltural tattos to project the air of confidence and acomplshment as much as she wants, her eyes will always go to that scar first.

For others its her eyes, the bright green that glow, glowing brighter when she uses her abilities. Her eyes are so expressive, changing shades of green with her moods.

I loved doing these friend, thinking of Sith/Evil Grace was fun because she flirts with that edge quiet often, its one of her major struggles.

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