#padme x breha

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 1 minute, 14 seconds

Original Work: Balcony by @theredshirtsarecoming [ziazippy5379]

Star Wars: Padmé/Breha | Rating: G

Summary: 

Breha watches Padmé from above.

Notes: recorded for Femslash February Podfic Edition 2024

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Femslash February 2023

018. Estranged - Breha Organa/Padmé Amidala Naberrie - archiveofourown.org/works/44845141

[eli-should-sleep]

Bail Organa is actually the greenest flag in all of Star Wars. He believes in the Republic and after it fell he founded a rebellion. He's married and took he wifes last name. He raised the daughter of his best friend as his own. On that note, his best friend is a woman in politics. He supported the Jedi during the Republic and the Empire. He probably wears Sweaters Breha bought him to Senate Meetings. I love him sm.

[constellation-skirmishes]

this is a little shitshow i like to call the 'kenobi's exes polycule'

[s0ftand0nly]

shipping anakin and padme with bail and breha solely for the hilarity of leia coming to the realization that her biological parents are also her step parents

[countrymusiclover]

Her Life Means Everything readers I am trying to write them into the Legacies Star Wars episode.

Lizzie is Princess Leia

Josie is R2D2

Ethan is Han Solo

Hope is Rey

Alaric is Ben/Obi-Wan Kenobi (If I am thinking right)

[swsapphics-ao3feed]

by iammyownsaviour (ant1hero)

Even though they have love for each other, Padmé and Breha also have duty to their planets.

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 26 of Femslash February 2024

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Padmé Amidala, Breha Organa

Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Breha Organa

Additional Tags: Femslash, Established Relationship

[prankprincess123]

Leia: *kisses Han*

*ghost realm*

Breha: Yes! Go for it girly!

Bail: No! We raised you better than this!

Obi-Wan: I mean at least it's better than 2 days ago when she was kissing her brother.

Padme: Please don't remind me. Also, I blame all of you for that situation! *glares at rest of Ghost Parent Squad*

Owen & Beru: Obi-wan didn't even tell us about Leia's existence. We could not have prevented that!

Personally I love to imagine some kind of ‘force heaven’ but there’s not only Jedi, so we also have bail, breha, padme and a bunch of other characters.

The funniest part comes when they are watching what happens down there in the real galaxy, especially the drama surrounding Han and Leia during TESB. Obviously they can’t interfere, but that doesn’t stop them from making bets and casual comments about what is happening.

Please, imagine bail having several heart attacks while watching his little daughter kissing passionately with a literal scoundrel while breha being #1 hanleia shipper and rooting for Han at every opportunity he took.

Something like this:

[anxiousotters]

could u share about the codywan x hunger games crossover? it sounds so fun!

Ask about my WIPs

Hello!! Thank you sm for the ask

*rubs hands together* yes, I can absolutely talk about this one. the old therebefore is fun if you enjoy a ton of hurt with a sprinkle of comfort at the end.

I did talk about this crossover in this post here, but the first instillation in the series is (marginally) more fleshed out now, so I’m talking about it again.

Fair warning: this fic is going to have violence in line with (THG) canon, so it’ll be fairly gory with major character deaths, family angst, torture, war, psychological horror, etc.

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Enter 16 year old Cody Fett, eldest sibling of six (Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Boba). He’s from the Seam, and he’s known around town for being a brooding, imposing figure and as fearsome hunter who specializes in traps/ snares.

On the day of the Reaping, Padme Amidala (our Effie Trinket) reaches into the bowl for the first time and pulls out:

Rex Fett

Cody immediately volunteers. Of course he does, that’s his baby brother. He stands on the stage and waits for the next name to be called. Padme reaches into the bowl again, and fishes out Obi-Wan Kenobi’s name.

And oh shit, it’s the boy who saved Cody’s life.

In this timeline, Obi-Wan and his family (Qui-Gon, Anakin, & Ahsoka) run the local apothecary. When Cody gets badly injured on hunt gone wrong, Obi-Wan finds him and patches him up. Cody was never able to repay the debt, and it haunts him.

Little does he know that Obi-Wan found him and helped him because he’s had a crush on Cody for years.

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Some other details include: Cinna and Portia are played by Breha and Bail Organa, Cato is played by Pong Krell, and Haymitch is going to be an even grumpier alcoholic version of Alpha-17. Buttercup will (obviously) be named Boga, and she’s going to love Obi-Wan.

I won’t give too much more away, but the arena won’t be the canon-typical forest terrain (it’ll be so much worse)

Welcome to the 74th Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour.

[flowerparrish]

Summer Podfic Swap Stats

I have queued up so many podfics to post over the next week! Most (if not all?) are treats I made for the @summerpodficswap exchange, and if you want to skip the slow drip of pods and see what I made, you can find my series for the event HERE!

I want to try to make 1 more treat to round off my collection on an even number, but we'll see. As of right now, the breakdown is as follows:

14 Star Wars podfics 9 DC podfics, which includes 6 DC x DP crossover podfics 4 Marvel podfics, including characters from Daredevil (Netflix) & Venom (2018) 1 AFTG podfic 1 Merlin podfic 1 Leverage podfic 1 The Locked Tomb podfic

In total, I made close to / around 11 hours of audio! And, most important, I had such a blast!

The Longest podfic(s) I made were of:

The Lost and Found series by SpaceWall (fic link, podfic link)

Which was 5.5 hours across 5 works, a Star Wars soulmate au fix-it featuring main ships: Cody/Obi-Wan, Fox/Bail/Breha, Rex/Satine, Anakin/Padme, & Bo-Katan/The Armorer

& Shadow of a Bat by @clockwayswrites (fic link, podfic link)

Which was a little under 1.5 hours, a DC x Danny Phantom crossover with warnings for aftermath of torture that is a hurt/comfort found family story

My shortest pods were a handful of drabbles across the Star Wars, DC x DP, Batman, and Leverage fandoms, all around 1 mn long!

[galacticwildfire]

Fire Meet Gasoline | Poe Dameron

Six

Poe Dameron x Solo Original Character

Hope Solo’s haunted by the night the temple burned. Having gone rogue she hunts the First Order in search of answers until a fateful encounter with Poe Dameron brings her back to the Resistance and Leia puts her daughter under his command to find Luke Skywalker.

Word count: 8.4k

Tags/warnings: the beginnings of black squadron, snap being a big brother to hope and a simp for karé, jealous hope, mother-daughter issues, slightly jealous poe if you blink, snap being a wingman, hondo pointing out daddy issues, subsequent alcohol consumption, attempted assassination, violence, descriptions of blood and wounds, interrogation gone wrong, suicide to avoid capture, skywalker bullshit over authority, fighting and angst, poe realising leia warned him for a reason, moral dilemmas, mentions of anakin's crimes alongside padme's death

All my stories are written for adults with adult themes, I use tags but read at your discretion.

A/N: okay we're getting into it now, considering this story is going to be quite a long one I typically update on ao3 and wattpad before here.

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Hope

When morning comes I'm feeling decidedly more at ease about what comes next, the weight on my shoulder's having lifted slightly, but only slightly.

My relationship with Mom... that's one issue that I don't know how to fix, but this mission is something I know I can pull off. I take my time getting ready considering the Commander will likely be presenting the report to Mom before doing anything else and run my fingers along the white combat suit that's remained untouched in my wardrobe since I ran off without thinking to get it. My staple piece I'd worn since sixteen that I'd once intended to incorporate into my own style of Jedi robe, but they've remained as they've been since I'd been given them by Dormé, only to be traded for smugglers clothes that resemble my father's too much for comfort. 

The tight fitting fabric's familiar beneath my fingers, holding the force signature of my grandmother since it had belonged to her first after all, tailored to meet my measurements like the duplicates that hang behind it. I never knew her, and yet her memory is one I've taken upon myself to protect. Bail and Breha's memory is protected fiercely by Mom, but I'm the only descendant of Padmé's that knows her story in its entirety. Right until the very end as I'd seen during my trip to Polis Massa so long ago in a vision. An image that still haunts me to this day and breaks my heart just as horribly. 

The reminder of what Anakin Skywalker became, a chill that's remained in my bones ever since witnessing it. I can laugh about what he became and mock it to pretend I don't care whenever it comes up with Mom, but that's only because she hasn't seen what I have. She's not haunted by the visions of the slaughter he committed in the temple, the violence against his own wife. 

A reminder of everything I could become as I've so frequently been reminded. 

But despite the violence Darth Vader inflicted upon my mother, she's still ignorant to the violence Anakin Skywalker committed before he ever ended up behind that mask. Ever since I was twelve I'd been compared to him by those who'd known him on Naboo, even my own mother from what little she knows of Anakin Skywalker from Shmi's holo journals has found the similarities. And so I know she'd be horrified if she knew the extent of what Anakin Skywalker had committed before he ever turned. 

For a long time I suppose Padme's clothes served as a reminder of that. That because of the darkside she never lived long enough to raise her own children or to pass the clothes I wear down to me by her own hand. Instead her sister and handmaidens gladly telling me they'd saved them these many years knowing someday they'd find their way into the right hands. A reminder to do right by her instead of taking after him.

It feels like a violation against her own memory to tread that path, as easy as it may feel despite knowing what waits at the end. Which is why I trade my smugglers clothes for the white jumpsuit. Exchanging the worn leather thigh holster in favour of the white embroidered in royal Naboo red with the symbol of the Rebellion, and now the Resistance. 

I have a choice to make now that this Commander's extended to me an opportunity to step up and take charge in a way that isn't destructive. I have the choice of whether to continue on as I have or to try to make Mom proud. To follow by the example of the women in the family rather than the men. 

And so I braid my hair back in a crown around my head, stopping to apply my eyeliner the same as usual, but a darker brown instead of black, before lacing my white boots. The platforms are certainly not regulation with the amount of extra inches they give me in height but I'm yet to have anyone try to tell me off for what I wear since they're more concerned with actual insubordination. Besides, I'd learned well how to fight in more absurd clothing.  

For the first time in a long time I find myself thinking of the life I'd once had on Naboo. The life it seems everyone believes I've been living for the past year. The morning walks to the university by the side of Sola's grandaughter, a girl who was the closest I've ever had to a sister. How I hated sitting through each lesson until I could finally attend physical training. The small group of us girls who closely resembled one another, chosen and placed in the training program under the assumption we would either be elected as royalty or to serve as handmaidens. The flights with the starfighter corps even if I was suspended more often than not. The long days spent out in the lake country wearing summer dresses and floating in the water, the one place I truly felt at peace in the force. 

Looking back I shouldn't have had a care in the world living in such a paradise, but I never appreciated it. It should have felt like home, but it never did without Ben and my parents. All I ever wanted to do was escape it to run to them. Little did I know how soon I'd lose what little stability I had and find myself aching for it now I have no family that I can call home. Naboo seems to be the closest thing to it I still have considering this base has never felt like home.

When I walk through its halls to the mess I'm not sure of whether to go see Mom. We haven't had a civil conversation since I arrived, and my promise to Lando weighs on my mind. Anxiousness quickly overcomes me as I enter the mess hall only to find all eyes on me and whispers following. I don't know who knows what about where I've been or what I've done, especially since so many faces are unfamiliar. Snap and Korrie know more of the truth than most, but the rest must believe I've been living in paradise while they've been working their asses off, and I can feel the disdain as I hover near the entrance looking for a half friendly face. 

"Hey," a voice suddenly says and I look to see Poe come to my side, seemingly unaware of the tension in the room. "I ran the plan by Leia and she liked your input."

"She did?" I repeat in surprise, caught off guard by him let alone the fact Mom's actually approved of something I've done. 

"Yeah," he says and feel his eyes quickly look me over, certainly noticing the difference in my appearance not I odn't look as if I've walked straight off Tatooine. He looks like he's about to make a comment, positive by the slightly flustered look he wears, ultimately deciding against it considering he should be trying to keep things half professional. But it's still enough to give me some satisfaction. "I was just going to get some breakfast and find you but since you're here want to grab some and take it to Leia's office so we can have her sign off on going to procure the ships you were talking about?"

"Yeah sure," I find myself saying, quite eager to get away from all the eyes on me and glance towards his face only to need to clear my throat. "I need caf."

"That makes two of us," he says with a pat on my shoulder that leaves me blinking in confusion as he goes to greet two other pilots. My eyes follow him until my heart stops momentarily at the sight of the girl only for me to shake my head with a wince. Upon second look the resemblance to Voe is less obvious, the contrast of their bronzed skin with the short blonde braids having been what made me panic, but it still leaves me feeling uneasy. It feels heartless to say I haven't thought about Voe in so long, but it's the truth. 

Of the friends I had at the temple, she wasn't one of them.

Upon a third look however I feel something else at the way she laughs with Poe. It's an utterly irrational feeling but still it's there and I wonder if I wasn't that appealing to him after all, rather just another potential conquest. After all, someone who looks like him would have no trouble with that.

"Well look who's still here," I hear Snap say as he comes to stand beside me, his eyes also on the blonde woman who looks to be in her late twenties. "Back in the battle armour I see."

I look at the silver arm bands and laugh lightly. "Well it feels as if I need it with everyone staring at me."

"You do realise it's because you have a lightsaber right?" he asks and I look down at my belt, having not even registered that fact. "And every single person who's new here has never seen a lightsaber let alone a Jedi."

"Huh," I say, taking another look around and rereading the room a little differently now, reluctantly admitting. "I hadn't thought of that."

Snap's probably one of the very few people on base that knows me well, who took me under his wing when the Resistance was formed, especially after Dad left. I've never really opened up to him or anyone, but he gets that and looks out for me which is something I appreciate, especially after being gone for so long. 

"Who are they?" I ask, nodding to the people Poe's speaking to as we head over to the caf machine, the one thing I'm glad for.

"Karé Kun," he says with a reverence that has me raising my eyebrows, the other man with them going utterly ignored in his eyes.

"Girlfriend?" I question and he just shakes his head to himself, his attention solely on her.

"I wish," he mumbles and I squint at him before snapping my fingers in front of his face, and he finally gets what I'm actually asking. "Oh, no, not his. Trust me, he seems to like the batshit crazy pilots and there's only two of those on base, and he's one of them."

I smile to myself a little now, realising Snap knows more than he's letting on I inquire "Is that so?"

"Oh yep," he says, shaking his head now as if something's funny. "He's an idiot, but he's a good one. He might look pretty but he's damn good at what he does, trusts the people he flies with and treats them with more respect than any commanding officer I had in the Navy that's for sure. I've done a couple missions with him over the past few months and there's no one I'd trust more to get me out of a tight spot. He's got the same ego as you that's for sure, but he's not an asshole."

I let out a short laugh. "And I am?"

"Sometimes," he admits and I can't really argue with that.

"Fair enough," I agree, almost a little bitter that my impression of him last night wasn't wrong, that he is a decent guy. But wanting to cover my ground I ask "So, does he try to ask every girl out he sees within five minutes of meeting them or am I the exception?"

Snap doesn't seem as surprised as he should be, meaning he definitely does know more than what he lets on. "Let's just say you left an impression on him in the field. I can't speak to what he was like in the Navy, but as far as his time here goes you're the exception. One thing I can say for certain is that I've never seen him like he was after he'd met you." 

Snap might be his wingman, but he's also known me longer so I can trust what he's telling me. Snap wouldn't stand up for a guy he thought had bad intentions, especially not when it comes to me. I find myself strangely warmed by his assurance as I glance over towards the Commander, chatting to his friends with a smile and speaking with his hands, utterly animated and as alive as I only manage to feel in a cockpit. 

Except for that moment we shared in the hangar.

"How old is he?" I ask and that's when Snap hesitates.

"Late twenties," he says and when I raise an eyebrow clarifies. "Twenty nine."

"Eh, what's that, nine years?" I dismiss, not overly caught up on that. "Not as bad as my parents."

But what does make me freeze is the realisation that I'm actually considering it, as if he hadn't blown me off right after figuring out who I was, and again I'm left with a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Speaking of which I saw Leia, she seemed like she was in a good mood," he mentions casually to reassure me as I survey the room with no sign of her. Not unusual since she spends most of her day in her office but maybe I'd hoped she'd seek me out as more than just a general. "There's a couple of younger people that have come to base while you've been gone." I take another look about the room and see a black haired girl who doesn't look much older than I am. "I helped Jess through her training, she's nice. Seem's like your type of person."

"My type of person?" I repeat as Poe comes over, more cheery than any person should be in the morning and immediately I put an extra shot of caf into my drink. After operating on my own schedule for so long it seems I'm in for a rude awakening and his presence is another unexpected variable to consider.

"Ready to go see Leia?"

"Not really but let's go," I answer reluctantly, knowing I'll probably be glad for a witness as I walk a little more slowly than necessary down the halls. He doesn't attempt small talk thankfully and gets to the mission.

"So, where are you planning on getting ships from?" he asks and I'm glad to at least have some control over things, especially since I can tell it's a conscious effort on his part to have me this involved.

"Batuu," I answer. "Worked for a guy who owns a shipping company there."

He nods slowly, clearly aware shipping company is a common cover for smuggling operation, but doesn't second guess me and gets to logistics. "We'll need to have them transferred to the Echo of Hope to run any maintenance and then we can hammer out the most important part which is how we're going to get on board."

I nod in agreement but my throat's tight and my mind anywhere but on what he's saying as we enter Mom's office after I'd stormed out yesterday. She invites us to sit and gets straight to business. 

"I was impressed with the plan Commander Dameron presented, he noted your contributions to the risk assessment and how to prepare for those risks," she starts and asks "He mentioned you would take care of procuring the ships you need for the mission?"

"Yeah," I say and don't give more information than I have to but she still inquires.

"Where from?"

"A shipping company who owes me a favour," I answer and because I don't want to elaborate she turns to Poe.

"Can you accompany her please to ensure everything goes smoothly?"

He briefly looks at me but finding I don't quite have it in me to argue he agrees. "I can do that."

Silence permeates the room before she asks "Commander could you give us a moment please?" 

He nods before leaving and closes the door, it's silent for a moment longer before she says "I have every faith you will pull off this mission."

"Well I'm dead if I don't," I remark, her having said in no uncertain terms how dangerous this is, and she grimaces at the tension between us.

"I know you aren't happy, but this is a step towards remedying some things," she explains gently. "To prove to command you aren't just capable in the field, but strategically competent enough to do these missions by the book with the reports and the rest. Something that is required to move up through the ranks. To show that your missions aren't pure improvisation and that you are mitigating the risks, which you have done."

Her praise should be welcome, but it feels hollow when the only interactions I've had with her have been from across a desk. I don't want praise from my general, I want my mom. Lando promised her, her warmth, her reassuring words that everything would be alright. Not a general's tactical words and praise mixed with criticisms and lessons.

"Yeah," I nod, my throat too tight to manage words, a stark contrast to yesterday. I'd been convinced I'd take off and not look back, that I wouldn't have to sit and deal with the aftermath of my words.

But here I am. 

Her expression is heavy as she continues "If you don't feel like speaking to me that's fine, as long as you act sensibly-"

"I can't remember the last time you talked to me as my mom instead of my general," I manage to force out, my voice weaker than I'd like it to be. "I thought from what Lando said I'd be coming home to the former but it seems I was wrong."

"Hope," she says sadly. "I- I know that what I'd said about learning the difference hurt you-"

"It did," I finally admit to her. "Because you're all I have left Mom, and if I don't have you then I don't have anyone except for R2."

There's a type of loneliness that comes from being separated from those you love, but it's a different hell sitting across from them and feeling as if there are galaxies between you. 

"For the last year I haven't had a child to parent," she says bluntly but there's remorse in her voice. "Forgive me for struggling to reconcile the two."

She sees it in my eyes, the flight, but before I can even move to leave my seat she reaches across the table for my hand and this time I let her take it. 

"I am your mother, but I have to be more than that. Hope, you know this isn't the life I wanted, if anything this is the life you jumped at before we even knew what we were fighting," she reminds me. "You know I wanted to retire before that last scandal but you and I both know neither of us are physically able to walk away from this threat-"

"You mean your son and the monster who groomed him?" I correct since it's just us and she struggles to keep her face neutral. "Mom, you don't have to separate yourself from being our parent to do your duty to the galaxy, you don't have to pretend your child isn't on the opposite side of this war."

"I have to," she says regretfully.

"Well I can't," I fire back and again there's that wall between us we can never truly break down. For her this fight is duty, but for me it's something else entirely, and we both know it. "Don't worry, I'll get whatever intelligence is on that ship."

But as I stand to leave she warns "And I want it returned to this base. If you take off with whatever is on that ship I will send Commander Dameron and Captain Wexley to drag you back to be court-martialled."

Her threat stuns me considering how gentle her voice was a moment ago, but when I meet her eye I realise she knows me too well. She's my mother, of course she should, but it feels as if I hardly know myself anymore. Except she was the one who forced me into a profession that taught me the importance of finding loopholes.

"It will be returned," I state before opening the door and Poe jumps at the haste in which I walk out into the hall and order him. "My ship. Now. We're leaving and heading straight to Batuu and then to the Echo of Hope. Get whatever you need because we won't be returning until the mission is complete."

He blinks in surprise at being given orders but it too taken aback to do anything but raise his hands in his defence as he follows me, but doesn't shy from a whistle. "Alright princess, do I have time to get my droid before we take off?"

"I like the droid," I say, knowing I'm not harsh enough to abandon the little BB unit without explanation. "Speaking of which have you seen mine?"

R2 better not even think about pulling another disappearing stunt now of all times.

"No," he says and after a moment of hesitation asks "You seen mine?"

We stop in the hallway, sharing a look of mutual confusion mixed with alarm at having lost out droids and he scratches his head before following me to the hanger.

"R2!" I call loudly, not wanting to have to search the entirety of the base twice over again only to walk past Threepio on his way from command. "Threepio, what have you done with my droid?"

"I beg your pardon!" he exclaims. "What have I said about manners?"

"Threepio," I warn. "If R2's decided to go rogue on me-"

"Well I do I wonder where he learned that from," Threepio chides and I actually scoff at the protocol droids audacity. "I wish you luck Commander Dameron, statistically speaking you're going to need it."

My mouth falls open as Threepio walks past us and Poe Dameron doesn't look sure whether to laugh or be offended on my behalf, a quick study of my face has him choosing the latter.

"I've never heard Threepio sound so..."

"Sarcastic."

"You know what they say, owners leave an impression on their droids," he tries to reason but quickly clears his throat. "Let's find ours."

In a much more urgent mood to leave base I march into the hanger only to stop when I find R2 and BB-8 chatting happily by my ship. The younger droid beeps excitedly at the sight of his owner and rolls over, trying to fill Poe in on one of the tales R2's regaled him with before chirping at me in an almost equal excitement. People may dislike me, but at least droids seem to take a liking to me. Aside from Threepio, although he has his reasons.

"Hey buddy, ready to go on a mission?" Poe asks his droid, squatting down to rub the droids stomach, or rather what could be classed as a stomach. 

R2 beeps at me in question at the company, considering in all the missions we've performed we've never done any with another pilot unless it's been running planetary defence drills. 

"Don't get too excited, we're going to Batuu to pick up some ships," I tell R2 and look at Poe. "Ready?"

He gives a nod and follows me onboard my transport along with his droid, and I honestly can't remember the last time I had another person inside this ship. Probably Mom at some point or another in the time before I left base, but other than that my mind's blank. 

"This is the Shiraya," I say as we step inside. "Fastest civilian transport in the galaxy and heavily armoured with laser cannons fitted at the back that you can access via the gunners seat along with automatic laser cannons and concussion missiles above the cockpit."

He's mildly alarmed I'm describing the armaments before anything else. "Expecting trouble?"

"No but it's best to be prepared for it," I say knowing it has a habit of finding me. "The First Order's identified my N-1 but this ship should be off the New Republic and the First Order's radars."

"Should be?"

"With the modified hyperdrive and sublight thrusters It's faster than most ships in the galaxy so I'm not exactly worried," I dismiss as we reach the cockpit. It was technically designed during manufacturing to seat a co-pilot but I've only ever flown it myself. "It's served me well that's for sure."

I find my way to my seat and he sits down beside me in the co-pilots seat, somehow the metre between us not being quite enough. "You know your stuff."

"I do," I state factually an this cockpit with a guy who's face I can't even look at without getting flustered. 

He nods along, looking like he has questions on his mind but keeps them in as he asks "So Batuu, it's Outer Rim's right?"

"Technically," I answer. "It's commonly known as the last stop before the Unknown Regions."

"Ah," he says as it comes to him. "You ever been out there?"

"Batuu?"

"The Unknown Regions," he clarifies and while I'm mildly annoyed this won't be a quiet trip the curiosity in his voice may override it. 

"Not as far as I'd like," I admit, I could leave it there but it is a long enough trip even with the hyperdrive. "I'd gone searching for Jedi temples not too long ago, found some ruins but little else."

"I thought the only temples were on Coruscant and Ossus," he says and I feel his hesitation at treading there which tells me enough about what he's heard. 

"The temple on Coruscant was in use for the last few millennia but before that Jedi were somewhat more scattered, living on planets that had a strong natural connection to the force rather than the core worlds," I explain before sighing "Then the Emperor turned the temple into his own personal palace. Scholars have done some work to restore it along with what survived of the archives but it's not like it will ever be the same."

He nods slowly and asks "So that-" he looks at my saber. "That's your lightsaber?"

"A torch," I answer reflexively, that being the answer I've given to just about anyone who's asked that question in the last four years. It started as a lie to get past security while still armed and out of concern for my own security, but it's turned into a little self satisfying joke since. He seems to miss it by the perplexed look on his face and I clarify. "It's a joke."

"Oh," he says and only then do I realise how purely nervous he seems to be, my presence is the only explanation for it but I'm almost hesitant to know what part of that has him like this. I'm especially hesitant to learn if it's a good or bad kind of anxiousness. "So, how does that work? I mean lightsabers, do you make them yourself?" He must see the confused look I wear from all the questions and he's quickly backtracks. "If it's alright asking?"

His jittery curiosity is almost endearing. It brings me back to when I'd begun school on Naboo and the girls in my classes began to learn about my other education. It's certainly a type of awestruck curiosity I haven't experienced since the galaxy learned truth about where those abilities came from. Back when I was the niece of the beloved Jedi Luke Skywalker and not the spawn of Darth Vader.

"Yeah um- I made it myself," I answer, while people like Snap have asked the odd questions no one's ever gotten technical with them. "It's a right of passage in a Jedi's training to construct your own saber. I suppose like it's a right of passage for a pilot to customise and modify their own ship to their specific requirements."

 "Huh," he says, visibly making the connection between those examples until his train of thought takes him elsewhere. "Speaking of ships, what sort of starfighters do you think you could pick up? I was thinking something along the lines of Z-95's."

"You're looking for starfighters without astromech pods?" I gather and he nods as both the droids immediately begin to voice their objections.

"The plan I've got in mind would mean ditching the ships and anything in it completely," he explains to them, although seems hesitant to elaborate as he looks at me. "It's a crazy plan, so if you have any alternatives feel free to interject."

"Sounds right up my ally then," I decide, wanting to see if his crazy is my sort of crazy. "Go on."

"We'll need EVA suits," he begins and I tilt my head to the side.

"EVA suits? We wouldn't need those unless-" I squint at him now as I begin to realise he might not be exaggerating. "Unless we're in the vacuum of space."

He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, a spark of excitement in his eyes, talking with his hands as he starts explaining. "We'll have to wait in the system for them to come out of hyperspace, and the moment they do we hit them with concussion missiles which is easy enough but it's what comes next that's gonna be crucial. We'll set the ships to autopilot as we get in range of the belly of the yacht since according to schematics our best chance at breaking in through the access port."

"I've got a lightsaber, I can cut through anything within a certain thickness," I add and he looks a bit too excited at that suggestion before dismissing it.

"I like your thinking but we'll need to reseal the access port so nothing goes wrong when we jump to hyperspace," he says as he goes on. "When we get to the right velocity and the right distance we'll eject, the momentum will hurl us towards the yacht so we can make direct contact. We'll have maneuvering jets on the spacesuits to help us get to where we need to be and to decelerate us enough that we aren't crushed by the impact when we collide with the yacht. When we get to the access port I'll use a fusion torch to break the seals, it might be tricky doing that in space while hanging off the side of the ship but between the two of us I'm sure we'll make it work. We break in and reseal the port as we make our way inside. As long as we can get onboard without getting ourselves killed then that's half the work done. After that it's just getting to the cockpit, putting them on the escape pods and rebooting everything to jump to hyperspace before the eight minutes is up."

I find myself slowly blinking at him at the realisation that Snap was actually understating things when he referred to us as the two batshit crazy pilots on base. Having the force I feel quite safe at the thought of pulling it off since I could logically slow myself down enough that a collision wouldn't kill me, but he has more guts than anyone I've ever met to try to pull that off midspace without it and my mouth curls into a grin.

"I'm in." His grin matches mine now and I'll assure him. "I'll take care of getting those starfighters."

"We'll also need disks with the pre-programmed hyperspace coordinates for the jump since we won't have the droids with us," he adds and only then do we pay attention to the beeps of pure alarm from each of them at our plan.

"R2 I know exactly what you were doing in the Clone Wars so don't try to pull that with me," I remind him and he quickly shuts up while Poe looks between us in alarm. "I'll be just fine."

While R2 tries to object to prioritise my safety he knows what to expect of me by now so that's that, but BB-8 is far more upset at the thought of Poe going without him despite his attempts of reassurance.

"Look buddy, I'm going to be alright I swear," he tries to assure his droid until I intervene.

"How about you take him into the main cabin and go over schematics so he feels better while I make a list of what I'll need to get on Batuu," I suggest, genuinely wanting to figure that out but also not wanting this conversation to get any more personal considering we still have a while left until we reach Batuu. "If you think of anything else we need to go over come and get me."

He gives a nod of approval as he stands up, checking off whatever items he's thinking of on his fingers. "EVA suits and timers we can get from the Echo of Hope, they'll have the concussion missiles we can fit to the starfighters along with the disks to preprogram the jumps to lightspeed. So it should just be the ships and whatever else you think you'll need."

I nod back and look up to inadvertently meet his eye, again not sure quite what I see in it, but for some reason the thought to not trust him hasn't once occurred to me. In the Outer Rims all I've done is be on my guard, and perhaps I still am with him, but not because I don't trust him to be my partner for this mission. No, for far less professional reasons. 

I'm clearing my throat more loudly than I'd anticipated before asking "Is that all Commander?"

"Yep, I'll um- I'll let you pilot," he says awkwardly before heading out into the main cabin. My eyes follow him out, finding only conflict when I search my feelings, blockages. He's all but a stranger, a handsome one but still, my instincts tell me to trust him despite experience telling me otherwise. An instinct that's very rare.

But I'm no stranger to ignoring my instincts. 

He might look at me like he does now, he might be curious to know me, but I know better than anyone how quickly wide eyed curiosity and warmth turns to something cold, hurtful. For a person you trusted, a person who'd held you through uncertain nights and laughed with you, to turn around and look at you like a monster, to call you as much while looking you in the eye.

That is something I have no intention of putting myself in a situation to relive. I can't control what people believe, but I can control if I let them close enough for it to hurt me. 

~

Poe Dameron returns to the cockpit as we approach Batuu, a hand on the back of my chair as he peers out at the planet. Murmuring to himself as he tries to piece something together.

"Batuu, Black Spire Outpost is located here isn't it?" he asks and I press my lips together, realising he might be slightly more in tune with the criminal operations in the Outer Rims than I'd gathered by the way he says its name. Being a Naval commander chances are he's run patrols nearby trying to intercept shipments. 

"Yep," I confirm and he tries to hide his mild alarm. "Don't worry, the guy who runs the place is a friend of mine."

I can't quite read the tone of his voice as he repeats "Friend?"

"Friend," I answer a little awkwardly, not knowing if I'd call Hondo that. "Or rather an old friend of the family."

I don't know if that relieves him or makes him more concerned as we enter the atmosphere and I pilot us down to the port at Blackspire Outpost, this time R2 doesn't even complain. I double check my weapons are secure as we step out into the small city that always seems to be growing. It takes its people a second to recognise me when I'm not dressed like a smuggler but they give a nod of respect as we make our way through the streets.

The sun shines down on us, reflecting off my metal armbands but also casting a glow upon his tan chest, exposed from the open collar of his shirt, there's a glint and I notice a silver chain around his neck. Quickly I turn my head before he can catch my eyes lingering and start talking to distract both of us.

"Along with smugglers and explorers passing through people have been coming here from the border regions seeking refuge from the First Order's expansion," I explain to Poe as our droids follow not far behind us. "I've heard their stories and it's nothing good, so they've come to the furthest place possible."

He shakes his head, expression one of disbelief. "I don't get why the Republic won't take in refugees from those regions. Politics isn't my thing, but I just can't understand why."

"Because for them to be classified as refugees the Republic would have the admit the First Order is something people should be running from, instead of continuing to pretend they can co-exist," I answer but upon feeling his barely repressed frustration try to assure him. "I've managed to set up a network for refugees to be able to settle on Naboo, it's off the Republic's radar."

He stills then a little as he turns his head in surprise, pleasant thankfully. "Does Leia know?"

"She hasn't asked what I've done, only criticised me for the things she knows about," I answer bluntly as we find our way to Ohnaka Trade Solutions. 

He tries to be the voice of reason. "If you talked to her-"

"I have, it doesn't end well," I say shortly and cut him off from trying to mediate. "This is it."

We head into Hondo's base and find him as usual, with his feet kicked up on the table, a cup of something in one hand and a cigar in the other.

"Solo!" he calls out, laughing gleefully. "Back already! Tell me, do you have the Falcon?"

"No, the Irving Boys beat me to it," I inform him as he gets to his feet. "Although if you had any tips on their whereabouts it would be welcome."

Poe lingers behind me now and I look back to see him blinking in disbelief as his eyes dart between me and Hondo, clearly aware of the infamous pirate. 

"Unfortunately I do not, but I will ask around so I can beat you to stealing it back," he says as I roll my eyes and he takes me in. "Look at that, you can dress like a lady after all. For a moment I thought the late Senator Amidala had walked in. She was quite the figure to watch, it's no wonder that Skywalker boy abandoned the code."

I make a face as I try to unpack the layers to that and he looks behind me in intrigue. 

"Oooh a friend?" Hondo says and I immediately sigh as he points out. "A male friend."

Poe steps forward then and I make the introduction, keeping details as vague as possible. "Poe this is Hondo Ohanaka, Hondo this is Poe. He's tagging along with me on a job."

I don't know precisely how much I trust Hondo. I've found he isn't as bad as what Dad and Lando would reminisce but I know he does treat me differently in memory of the Jedi that he had been fond of. Still, he doesn't need to know this job is a Resistance mission.

"Fair, fair," he says guiding us over to the table and leans in to whisper to me. "Although I must say I do have concerns about the fact the pretty boy dresses like your father."

Poe's enough out of earshot he looks confused by whatever expression must cross my face and I point a finger at Hondo. "You owe me a drink for that."

"Fine, fine," he agrees and I motion for Poe to sit down beside me. "So this is a business call I take it."

"Considering you run a perfectly legitimate transport company," I begin, getting straight to the point. "I need two Z-95's that can be fitted with concussion missiles and are reliable in a skirmish."

I reach across the table to pour myself a drink, skulling the cup before looking at Poe and finding him rather uncomfortable with this situation, but not as out of place as I would have assumed he would be. He meets my eyes for just a moment and mouths Hondo's name to me in disbelief and I give a shrug in return, smiling to myself behind my cup. 

"I can do that," Hondo finally says and moves to negotiating. "That will cost you-"

"Nothing, considering it a downpayment for those credits you still owe me."

"Oh no, no-" he says. "I am still waiting on a buyer and we settled on fifteen percent-"

"Twenty five remember?" I remind him as Poe shifts beside me. "So, I'll take the Z-95's at no cost and we can bring that number down to five percent." Hondo begins contemplating it. "Or I could just steal the ships and the crystal and find my own buyer?"

Hondo shakes his finger. "It is lucky I like you Solo, I will accept your offer on one term."

"Which is?" Poe asks, wanting to have some hand in the negotiation.

Hondo leans forward now and tells us "Local bartender says he's had officials sniffing around, smelling like Imperial scum."

"First Order?" Poe questions as I tilt my head in intrigue. 

"My guess is as good as yours," Hondo says and that's enough for me.

"Consider it done," I say immediately as I get to my feet and tell Poe. "Organise logistics, I'll be back."

But he follows me out of the building in a panic. "Solo, the General was clear that-"

"I don't care what the General said," I say blunty as R2 follows, knowing the drill by now. "You take care of the mission, let me handle the rest."

But he grabs my wrist and I look back at him with as he tries to order me "No, you are going to organise logistics while I see what I can find out."

"Excuse me?" I question with a laugh. "Are you seriously giving me orders?"

He pushes aside his frustration to try to reason with me. "I've let you handle that part of this mission but you're under my command and it's my responsibility to-"

"Let me?" I repeat back to him and pull me wrist free to point my forefinger at him as I make clear. "You do not let me do anything. The only reason I'm co-operating with you is because I want to. So either you do as I tell you to do or I go and get whatever data is on that ship myself."

He shakes his head now with a clenched jaw and I find myself holding his eyes with no difficulty as he challenges "You want to be difficult? Fine. You can be as difficult as you want princess but I'll be difficult as well."

"Oh really?" I laugh since he doesn't know the half of it.

"Really," he says but just as he takes a step towards me I'm dodging a blaster shot as Poe swears loudly and tries to pull me behind cover but in a split second I've pulled my blaster free and fired blindly at the attacker, hearing a body collide with the side of the cantina and look to find a uniformed man clutching his shoulder.

"Hope!" Poe yells as I storm over, pulling me saber free and igniting it as I pull the man to hit feet by his collar, ignoring his cry of pain as I bring my saber to his neck.

"I surrender!" he yells as if that has any meaning to me as I slam him back against the wall, his head hitting the stone surface as he throws his blaster away and raises his hands. "You cannot kill an unarmed man."

"Hasn't stopped me before," I state as his eyes widen, there's nothing to mark him as First Order but I know the tell-tale signs by now, clearly a newer agent who thought that taking a shot at me would work in his favour. Realise the opportunity I have I know I can't let it slip between my fingers, but there's only one question I want answers to. "So how about this? If you want to live you can tell me where Kylo Ren is stationed."

"Solo!" Poe warns, no doubt remembering the orders regarding interrogations but I ignore him. 

"I- I don't know," he stammers and in response I dig the blaster in my other hand right into the wound in his shoulder until he screams. "Finalizer- Finalizer!"

"Hope!" Poe yells harshly enough I'm almost stunned as he physically rips me off the agent and tosses me to the side, taking a gentler but firm approach as he grasps the man by his uninjured shoulder. He looks back at me with my ignited saber still in hand, shaking his head in disappointed disbelief before asking the man "Why did you shoot at us?"

"Her, I shot at her," he clarifies, looking straight at me as R2 stands in front of me to try to block me from attacking him while Poe looks between him and I in panic but I have the information I've spent years searching for. "If I killed the last Jedi I'd stand higher than Hux."

Ambition.

I use the force to bring his blaster to my hand and both him and Poe watch on in varying states of alarm as I step closer.

"Solo," Poe warns and raises a hand to keep me back while keeping the agent pinned to the wall. 

"So, you're stationed onboard General Hux's flagship, the Finaliser," I put together as he winces. "A low ranking ambitious agent but ultimately pretty damn stupid to take a shot at me and blow your cover."

"You were off guard-" he argues, trying to save his pride.

"People have been taking shots at me since I was sixteen, you should know better," I lecture, disappointed almost that this is what the First Order's putting in the field. "And Kylo Ren is stationed onboard the same ship as you are." He swallows then in fear. "Do you think he's more likely to praise you or kill you for taking a shot at me if we let you go?"

"I-" he stammers in confusion at the question, which means his true identity is still unknown to the First Order. "What?"

Poe wears a similar look of perlexion at my questioning but doesn't intervene as I continue "I can assure you that when you return to that base he will cut you down without mercy after torturing you to find out just what I've said now."

He squirms now with tears in his eyes, his fear only confirming my own theories about what my brother's become. 

"Or," I begin, very aware that Poe will most certainly report this incident. "You can tell me everything you know and I will ensure you are safe from them."

Poe finally begins to ease, but the man doesn't. "I've heard what they call you, Jedi Killer. There is no mercy."

He takes advantage of Poe's loosened grip to reach into his pocket and before either of us can react he's bitten down on a device that's too familiar and we jump back as he hits the ground, convulsing before going cold.

"Fuck," I breathe whilst Poe struggles to even look at the body, pale as he brings shaking hands up behind his head, murmuring similar curses under his breath. 

A crowd's gathered around now and I bend down to examine the body of the blonde haired man, searching his pockets for identification or anything else I could use to gather intelligence until Poe raps out "What are you doing?"

"Looking for anything of value," I state factually but he grabs my wrist to pull me upright and I stare at him in disbelief at the horrified look he wears. "What?"

"Are you serious?" he asks me, shaking his head. "The hell was that?"

Feeling like I'm about to hear my mother's words come out of his mouth I jump to my defence. "He killed himself-"

"Before that!" he yells as I pull my wrist free. "That was an unarmed soldier and you-" He can't even finish and just motions to the blaster wound, but I know the part he's specifically referring to.

"You need to grow a damn backbone if you think what I just did was unjustified," I spit back at him. "He took a shot at me and I had every right to kill him but I didn't!"

"Because you were interrogating him with a lightsaber and-" he looks at my blaster and I see the blood at it's nuzzle from pushing it into the wound, having broken through the cauterised flesh. "You know what, I see exactly what Leia meant now when she warned me against working with you."

I laugh now, a little dangerously. "Are you serious?"

"I am," he says as the droids try and fail to intervene. "You were specifically ordered not to-"

"I don't care what I was ordered to not do!" I yell, wondering when he's going to get that. "If you haven't noticed my mission is very different to yours and I am the only one trying to get the intel we need and actually act on it!"

"Your mission was to acquire ships, not interrogate a surrendering spy who killed himself before you could!"

"I was going to let him go! I was going to help him!" I yell right back. "And if you want to throw blame around then fine since you were the one who gave him the chance to do it because you were too busy trying to play the good guy!"

At that he turns his head, trying to compose himself before looking back at me and I finally see it. The look. Although sooner than I'd anticipated and his voice is hoarse "I'm not arguing while standing over a dead body. Get whatever the hell you need while I sort out those ships and then we're meeting back at the Echo of Hope. I'll find my own way there with the ships."

"Fine by me Commander," I say and he storms off without another word to me and I'm struggling to keep my own composure I look to one of Hondo's men. "Move the body to somewhere I can examine it privately and find the transport he arrived on."

"Yes Princess," he answers, calling me that far more respectfully than Poe did and with that I go to get what I need. The booster cables and a separate disk to make a copy of the intelligence from the yacht before giving the damn thing over to the Resistance. 

I am getting whatever is on that damn yacht with or without him. I know where Ben is stationed, and if I can find what system the Finalizer frequents then I'm one step closer to ending all of this. 

But as I look down at the blood staining the white fabric I wear, my blaster having brushed against it, a heaviness settles over me at the realisation I couldn't even make it one single day without giving into that anger. Even worse, my attempt at being better still ended the same as my last cursed mission.

In violence.

Jedi Killer that agent called me, maybe I haven't killed any Jedi, but I've sure as hell butchered their legacy. 

Tags: @arrthurpendragon

[vodika-vibes]

Stealing the Commander pt 5

So, this is a filler chapter. I needed to update what’s going on in the wider galaxy. But ta-dah! Here it is. 

The crew of the LIberty learns about Alderaan leaving the Republic. Queen Breha’s decision starts an avalanche. And an update on the clone de-chipping. I’m not happy with the ending, but I think if I keep trying to fix it, it’ll just get worse.

Also, I added my Fox x Kanna ship to this as well, because I love them.

tagging: @starrrgazingbunny

“So, what are we watching?” Cody asked as he dropped on the couch next to Camma, not the least bit surprised when the small girl clambered onto his lap like it was where she was supposed to be.

“They like watching news about the Republic.” Camma said in a loud whisper, “I think it’s dumb, but that’s what we’re watching.”

“Hey now,” Bug glanced at Camma, “We’re watching the news because apparently something massive happened in the Senate, and we need to know what it is.”

All eyes drifted to the screen as an image of the Senate filled it, “Breaking news from the Senate,” The reporter said in a hushed voice, “Several hours ago, Senator Bail Organa from Alderaan announced that Alderaan was leaving the Republic. We turn now to our affiliates, as to how this is going to affect the Republic, and the war effort-”

All eyes in the sitting room turn towards Fira, who is still gaping at the screen, “This is not my fault!” She blurts.

“What was it you said?” Cody asked, a lazy smile crossing his face, “You have no other options? Right?”

“I…No! I didn’t mean-”

“I can’t believe you fractured the Republic even more than it already was,” Gray sounded so amused, though he was trying to act like he was disappointed.

Fira blushed, “Come on! It’s not like I forced the Queen to do this!”

“Our Fira, all grown up and fracturing Government bodies,” Bug said, as he wiped a pretend tear from his eye, “I’ve never been so proud.”

“Oh, come on!”

Cody laughed, “It’s alright Fira, me and Gray are just as responsible as you are,” He joked, as he lifted Camma off his lap and set her back on the couch. “But, this is going to be a pain for the Senate, Alderaan was a huge source of money for a lot of things.”

“What does it mean for us, though?” Gray asked.

“Very little, in the grand scheme of things,” Bug admitted, “We don’t do business in the Core, too messy, but it might become a problem if this war between the Republic and the Separatists grows to include the planets that decide to support Alderaan.”

“You think it will?” Fira asked.

Bug made a face, “I think a lot of people are done with this war.” He finally said, and then he shook his head, and stood, “Come on, Camma. Bedtime.”

“Aww, but I wanna watch my cartoon!”

“You can watch it in the morning,” Bug chided as he scooped Camma into his arms, and left the room.

“Yes Bug,” Camma said with a small pout as Bug left the room with her.

“I’d better go and check on Juffo,” Gray murmurs, “He’s not the best pilot out here.”

“He’s not going to crash us, is he?’ Cody asked.

“Nah, that’s what autopilot is for.” Gray waved and vanished towards the front of the ship. 

Cody’s gaze flickered over to Fira, who was frowning at the now blank screen, “What’s on your mind? Let’s talk it through.”

“Hm…” Fira focused her intense gaze on Cody, and his back straightened instinctively, “I’m thinking that the war was already a mess, and that this is only going to make it worse.” 

“Not for us,”

She smiled at him then, “Oh? Are you part of us now?” 

His gaze locked with hers, “If you let me.”

There was silence, for a moment, and Fira broke first, her gaze flicking away from Cody’s. “Of course I’ll let you,” She said, “We’ll try to keep you out of Republic space as long as we can.”

“I know.” He leaned back in his seat, and watched her for a moment, “Wanna play a game of Sabbac?”

Fira favored him with a small grin, “Yeah, alright. You have a deck?”

************

“Your majesty?” Senator Padme Amidala regarded the much younger woman carefully, noting the way that her fingers were folded, the very specific way that her face was painted, as well as the color, and style, of the dress she was wearing. All of it spelled trouble. 

“Senator,” The young woman pinned Padme in place with eyes that were far too old, “We are glad that you have agreed to meet with us.”

“It is my honor to serve, your majesty,” Padme replied with a respectful bow. She had returned to Naboo for the Queen’s Celebration. Padme knew that the Queen knew that she was there but had mistakenly believed that the young woman would be too busy to meet with her.

“And you have served us well. For many years now.” The Queen bowed her head shallowly, a sign of respect from one Queen to another.

The two women sipped their tea for several minutes, making small talk about the state of Naboo as well as Coruscant, and then the Queen firmly set her cup on its saucer, “Senator, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you here.”

Padme carefully set her cup down as well, “I can hazard a guess, your majesty. Is this about Alderaan?”

“It is, yes.”

Padme felt a chill, but she said nothing, she just waited for the Queen to gather her thoughts. 

“Senator. Padme,” The young woman corrected, “I’ve spoken to my advisors. And I’ve had the people polled. They’re all in agreement.”

Padme closes her eyes, and her grip tightens around the delicate cup in her hands.

“Naboo is entering an agreement with Alderaan. We are leaving the Republic.” The young woman bowed her head slightly, “I am sorry.”

“Do you need me to return to Coruscant to make the announcement, your majesty?” Padme asked.

The Queen shook her head, “No, that will not be necessary. We have already sent a missive to the Senate. Mister Palpatine used to be one of our people, and so we judged that he deserved that much, at least.”

“He’s…Your majesty, he’s still Nubian.” Padme said quietly.

“No,” The Queen said quietly, “He is not. He surrendered his citizenship three years ago.”

Padme sat back, genuinely startled. “I had no idea…”

“You weren’t meant to know.” The Queen stood, and Padme followed suit, obeying the social customs that were drilled into her as a child, “You are dismissed, Padme. Please, enjoy your time with your family.”

Padme curtseyed, “Thank you, your majesty.” She said, remaining standing until the Queen was gone. And only then did she raise a shaking hand to her mouth. She needed to tell her handmaidens. And oh, Ani.

She was going to be separated from her husband for a while, it looked like.

***************

“Well now, if it isn’t the little Firebrand,”

Fira rolled her eyes, but didn’t look up from the digital displays she was examining. “Hondo.”

“You’re so mean to me! Aren’t we friends?”

“We’ve never been friends, Hondo. You hate me. I hate you. It’s a mutual thing.” Fira finally turned and looked at the older man, “What do you want?”

“Rumor has it that you and yours were on Ylesia. Out of curiosity, who’s running the planet now?” Hondo asked.

“No idea. You could try sending a message to the Republic.”

“Bah, they won’t talk to me. But, come on, I know that you know.”

“Is everything alright?” Fira heaved out a sigh of relief as Cody stepped up behind her and placed his hand on her back for support, “Did you find the displays?” He asked, completely ignoring Hondo.

“Nah. Maybe we should try a specialty shop instead,”

Cody smirked, “You mean, like I originally suggested.”

“Bite me,” Fira grumbled.

“Not in public love, there might be children present.” Cody’s gaze flickered to Hondo, “Or adults who act like children.”

Fira blushed furiously and elbowed Cody, hard, “Don’t be such a pervert,” She grumbled. 

“You make it easy though,” Cody joked, “Now, come on. Camma found a toy store, and is demanding presents, and you’re the only one who can say no to her.”

“I’ve literally never been able to say no to that child.” Fira replied with a sigh.

“Hey now,” Hondo reached out to try and grab Fira’s shoulder, but was stopped by Cody’s strong grip around his wrist.

“It’s not polite to grab unsuspecting women.” Cody said with a smile that could have frozen fire.

Hondo blinked at him, twice, and then he squinted, “Wait…I know you. You’re Kenobi’s Commander!”

Cody looked unconcerned, “Wow. I bet the next thing you’re going to say is that we all look the same, isn’t it?”

Hondo had the grace to look nonplussed, “You do look all the same. You’re clones.”

Cody shook his head, “Shameful.” He turned his back on Hondo, “Come on, cyare. We have shit to do.”

“Some day,” Fira groused, “You are going to tell me what that word means,”

“Not today I’m not. Come on.”

They walked a little ways away, and then Fira looked up at Cody, “So, does Camma actually want toys?”

Cody shrugged, “Probably. I haven’t seen her since we dropped her off at the arcade three hours ago.” He draped his arm over her shoulder, “I’m sure she’s scamming the other little kids out of their hard earned tickets.” He glanced at Fira, “I just really don’t like Hondo Ohnoka.”

Fira laughed, “I can tell.”

“Now, where is the specialty shop on this station anyway?” Cody murmured to himself.

“Seriously?”

“What? I just told you that I don’t like him!”

Fira hummed softly, “Hey Cody?”

“What’s up?”

“What’s cyare mean?”

“Nope. Not telling.”

“Oh, come on! You can’t call me something and then not tell me what it means!”

“Sure I can, cyare. See, I just did it again.”

“Ugh. I’m going to email one of your brothers and ask them.” Fira grumbled.

“You can figure it out without asking them, I’m sure.” Cody replied easily. “Would you prefer it if I called you mesh’la?”

“No! Because I don’t know what that means either.”

He grinned at her, and tugged her further down the concourse, “They’re not bad things, cyare. I promise.”

“Ugh. You’re calling me something, like, shorty aren’t you?” Fira asked.

Cody just grinned even wider, but didn’t answer.

************

Commander Fox, formerly of the Coruscant Guard and currently the Marshal Commander of the 212, frowned at his General. He never thought he’d say this, but he missed Coruscant. He missed not having to babysit a Jedi.

“Commander,” Obi-Wan looked frazzled, “We need to go to Alderaan to talk to Bail and Breha.”

Fox folded his arms, “You,” He said flatly, “Are a representative of the Republic, which means you can’t just land on Alderaan and ask for an audience. You have to request for an audience in advance.”

“But-”

“Because that’s how this works, General. And you know this because you’re a fucking negotiator.” Fox continued, as if Obi-Wan hadn’t just tried to talk over him.

“Cody would have let me.”

“Do I fucking look like Cody?”

“I…am not going to answer that question, because you already dislike me.”

“Smart. Is there anything else?” Fox asked.

“...do you know why Anakin has been in such a mood?”

“Do I look like your son’s therapist?” Fox demanded, looking deeply annoyed.

“Ah. Right.” Obi-Wan paused, and then he tilted his head, “Is there a reason Master Vokara’s padawan is in my Med-bay?”

“Apparently she’s necessary for my mental stability.” Fox grumbled. “Get out of my office.”

“Right, I’ll talk to you later, Commander.” Obi-Wan said with a barely polite bow.

“Yeah, yeah.” The door whooshed shut, and Fox slowly massaged his temples for a moment, before his door opened again, “Oh for the love of-”

“It’s just me!” Padawan Kanna Rae poked her head in, and beamed at Fox, “I could feel your migraine from the Med-bay, so I came to help. And bring a news update before anyone else can bother you.”

“Migraine fix first, then bad news.” Fox said, pushing his chair back just enough that Kanna was able to perch herself on his lap. He closed his eyes as he felt cool fingers against his temples, and he sighed in relief as she eased the pain away with an easy touch, “You’re the best.”

“I know~”

He opened his eyes, “You said you had news?”

“Mm. Naboo and Pantora have left the Republic.” Kanna said quietly, her voice serious.

“Fuck. They’re joining the Seppies?”

“No. They’re joining Alderaan.”

“Fuck.” Fox’s head fell back slightly, and he was relieved when Kanna threaded her fingers through his hair, “This is going to become a thing, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry.”

Fox lifted his head and looked at Kanna seriously, “My Corries?”

She smiled then, something small and sharp, “Safe. They’ve all been de-chipped, and are recovering under the watchful gaze of my master. As of right now, Chancellor Palpatine cannot reach a single one of your brothers.”

“Thank fuck for that.” He paused, “Anything else?”

“The corruption in your mind has lessened with the therapy we’re doing,” Kanna continued, “You’ll be completely free of Palpatine in a few weeks, maybe a month or two at the most.”

Fox smiled at her. “Alright. And?”

“And…that’s it.”

“Good.” He wrapped his arms around her, “Help me with my paperwork?”

“Ah, yes. Ask the blind woman for help with paperwork.”

“You’re here for moral support.” 

It had been clever, all those weeks ago, when Cody sent word about the chips. It had been even more clever that, when he found out, he immediately reached out to Kanna, who read in her Master. 

The only reason the Corries were out of Palpatine’s reach was because the Jedi Healers had worked their asses off to make it happen. Fox owed them everything. Lucky for him, the only one who asked for anything was the one curled up on his lap, and she only asked for his attention.

Still, Cody was likely unaware of the truth of the chips. He needed to get a message to his brother, somehow. He was sure Kanna could help with that too. But for now, he had a war to help win.

[this-acuteneurosis]

I freaking love your DLB series! Leia is awesome. I’m reading through the asks you got and I snorted so loud when I read the Leia x Obi ship. So funny! Are there any legit characters in your story that think this, because that would be even more hilarious. I kind of get the vibe that Cody thinks Obi might have a thing for Leia because of how protective he can be and his previous comment that she was pretty. I could also see Padme maybe misconstruing what Leia said about rescuing the ones she loved in regards to Obi wan. I’m just tickled by this… on a serious note you’re an awesome writer and your story is like dessert for my brain. Love your creativity!

Thanks for the compliments!

Frankly, there are a lot of characters that either assume Leia and Obi-Wan are in a relationship, or that they could be. Padmé and the handmaidens aren't just joking when they tease Leia. Cody is worried about Obi-Wan because he knows how much Obi-Wan cares about and for Leia, and that he finds her attractive. Darsana and Shea have noticed. Anakin has technically noticed and is deliberately ignoring it. Shmi definitely knows, but also knows Leia will have a hard time acting on any feelings if they grow, because Trauma. It's gotten back to Palpatine, but he hasn't caught anything more substantial than rumors. Bail's noticed, so Breha knows at this point. Several members of the Council know and some other Jedi that have seen the two of them together. Jar Jar knows. It's not a secret.

Ahsoka's going to notice, although she may have pick up more easily because of Cody.

[grandmofftarkinsuggestions]

love the idea of tarkin as a sith ofc but i'm thinking about an au in which he started out as a jedi.

in my jedi!padme x senator!anakin au, i figured that i could make the turn tables even more by having tarkin also be a jedi. his fixation on law and order vs his intense, immense violent urges would make him an insane jedi. like?

and bc anakin wouldn't turn into vader in this au (i could actually perhaps see him as becoming an imperial officer but idk,) (and i don't think padme would turn evil, either,) i figured that tarkin would be the vader fill-in for this au, apprenticeship to palpatine and all. like tarkin is already besties with palpatine, it'd be so easy for palpatine to be like 'hey ;) be my apprentice?'

in this au padme would be force-sensitive, and after being the queen for a little bit, the jedi show up and are like Woah and recruit her then, or maybe during her reign they send her a master so they can train her without forcing her to leave her royal duties. i think obi-wan would be her master in this au, and all the stuff with qui-gon and obi-wan on naboo in tpm would still happen, just with padme being force sensitive instead of anakin. all the stuff on tatooine in tpm probably didn't happen/happen the same way without them.

schmi continues to raise anakin like normal and she marries into the lars family. anakin becomes the senate's representative for tatooine, and padme has to end up protecting him and all that bodyguard stuff and they fall in love and get secret married.

i imagine that because padme is so much more used to the stresses of politics than canon!anakin, thanks to her family and reign as queen, that she wouldn't be as worried about assassination attempts against anakin as regular canon anakin is about padme being in that situation. i think that in and of itself would bother senator!anakin, and drive him to being more evil, but i don't think there would be as many outside forces making padme evil (like i don't think palpatine could manipulate her like he did to canon!anakin) so she would just like. remain a good guy. she would in theory be the chosen one instead of anakin, and then luke being the chosen one after her makes sense. her giving birth to luke would be why she's the chosen one, i guess? i could see padme's death during child-birth filling in for canon!anakin's turn to vader in this au.

i was thinking that having tarkin be a jedi too would make sense in this au. i imagine he probably didn't join until he was a teenager, at least. his family definitely disapproved of it, and might've tried to prevent it. canon!tarkin simultaneously resents and thanks his family for his upbringing. he is the way he is because of them, but he is also the exception to most of the bullshit in their ideology. i think in this au he would be more outwardly contemptuous towards them and his family legacy. canon!tarkin wanted to join the judicial department and handle law and order in the galaxy, but was convinced by palpatine to explore politics.

him being a jedi, a peacekeeper turned warrior during the clone wars, would be so interesting. he'd be insane about it. torturing people and being like 'huh? :^) ofc i didn't kill anybody. i simply insured they got what they deserved! :^)' in this au, i imagine palpatine would instead drive tarkin towards the dark side.

i think tarkin's lightsaber would initially be purple or blue :)

i was trying to figure out who i should make his master and padawan, because he's a bit older, ofc. my brother suggested bail organa as tarkin's padawan and like i'll be insane forever. bail leaving the jedi order to settle down with breha would hurt tarkin A Lot. like? tarkin was never given the option of living a 'normal' life either way. it would bewilder him. kinda similar to anakin feeling at fault for ahsoka leaving the order in canon.

[beating-a-dead-plot]

Character List + Rules

Hello! I’m Petunia, welcome to my blog! 

I am a massive Star Wars nerd, I spend most of my free time reading, writing, watching, or even talking about Star Wars. I will admit, I have not seen Solo or Rise of Skywalker, neither of them were available to me at the right time and I never went back for them, sadly. Despite this, if someone really thinks I should watch them, I am open to debate! 

Rule and Character List under the cut: 

Rules: 

NO SMUT, though, my blog is 18+ because I do share smut fics and that sort of thing. I don’t care if you’re only 17, wait that extra year before following or I will block you. 

I love romance, I am a sucker for love and fluff, so that is my main market, however I will write angst or hurt/comfort if requested!

No clone x clone except in platonic or familial situations, just not something I enjoy reading or writing.

No hate towards specific ships, even if I personally dislike them. 

No underage characters in relationships with adult characters in a romantic light, platonic or familial only please.

I WILL take requests of me to listen to a specific song while writing, I understand that music can greatly influence writing, and I’d love to bring your thoughts to life!

Characters I Will Write For: 

Din “Mando” Djarin

Boba Fett

The Armorer

Paz Vizsla

Omera and Winta (Only in a platonic scene) 

Cara Dune

Fennec Shand

Migs Mayfeld

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Chewbacca (Only in a platonic scene) 

Krrsantan (Also known as Santos and Black Krrsantan)

Garsa Fwip

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

K-2SO (Only in platonic scenes)

R2-D2 and C3-PO (Only in platonic scenes)

Obi-Wan Kenobi, throughout his life. (Though I reserve the right to turn down a request I don’t feel I can fulfill)

Owen Lars (Young or Kenobi-Era only please)

Darth Vader (I’m iffy on this one, I may be selective with requests for this character) 

Padme Amidala

Any handmaidens of Padme Amidala who are mentioned in the Queen’s Trilogy by E.K. Johnston. 

Jango Fett

Qui-Gon Jinn

Darth Maul

The Grand Inquisitor

Hera Syndulla

Kanan Jarrus

Ezra Bridger (Only in platonic scenes)

Sabine Wren (Only in platonic scenes) 

Zeb Orrelios

Ahsoka Tano (Only in a platonic scene)

Hondo Ohnaka 

Embo

Asajj Ventress 

Shaak Ti

Aayla Secura

Plo Koon

Quinlan Vos

Savage Opress 

Satine Kryze

Any clone you want, just please be understanding if they are too obscure for me to feel I can accurately portray them. If I like the idea, or even if I just think it might be fun to write, I will definitely stalk Google and Tumblr to find more information before deciding whether I will write for them. If you want a fic for a clone, no matter how random or small ASK ME, I will always answer and let you know if I can do it!

Ships I Will Write For:

Blyla

Codywan

Quinfox/Foxquin/Vos

Wolffe/Plo Koon (Only in a platonic scene)

Rexsoka (Only in a platonic scene)

Anidala

Finnpoe

Cassian/Jyn

Baze/Chirrut

Han/Leia

Bail/Breha

Foxiyo 

Kanera

Obitine

Obi-Wan/Jango Fett 

DinLuke

Mace Windu/Commander Ponds

Owen/Beru

Other Assorted Platonic Ships, if you want it, ask me!

And, lastly, pretty much ANY clone trooper who appears in Clone Wars, and including Bad Batch! If they have a name, I don’t care how obscure, I will do my best to know them well enough to write what you desire. If I fail miserably, at least you’ll have a good laugh! 

[yave-ren]

Tag Names/Explinations

Oh to be an aesthetic blog with an esoteric tagging system

Anything for my Sisters

The six Zuringoss Sisters, of which the main character is the oldest. This is a quote from one of my fics. These specific tags reference @/nabooro’s descriptions of The Six, figures of Naboo religion

Yavé - the missing sister | Dressig - the Jedi

Sayé - the child queen | Shiraya - the hermit

Leté - | Enshadu - the dark lady

Nesé - | King Dod Veruna - the king

Vané - | Zenda - the warrior

Edlé - | Rojile - the future

One of my Best Friends was a Jedi

Friendships between characters where at least one is a Jedi

Yavé & Jem - we don’t lie to each other

Ben & Jem

Yavé & Ben & Jem - Jedi extrodinare

Anakin & Obi-Wan -

Han & Luke - Han old buddy | yeah I knew Luke

Obi-Wan & Hondo - at least I think we were friends

Hennik & Fly

We are brave, Your Highness

Naboo Handmaidens

Amidalans

Dérunans

Jiyoonans

Cosâbans

Gyâtakans

Hodâchans

KOR-Knights of Ren

My attempt to keep them out of the main tag

Kylo Ren - Master of the Knights of Ren

Yavé Ren - love over duty

Jem Ren - My most loyal knight

Hennik Ren

Fly Ren

Jaina Ren

Jacen Ren

There’s a Girl in There

Queens of Naboo. The specific quote is in reference to Padmé, from someone trying to analyze her.

Amidala - I’m not sure I was ready

Déruna - heralded as a king before I had a birthday in double digits

Jiyoona

Cosâba

Gyâtaka

Hodâcha

The Force is Strong in My Family

Family dynamics, relationships, and parallels of Force users

Luke & Leia - somehow I’ve always known

Anakin & Luke - I am a Jedi like my father before me

Anakin & Leia - passionate. fearless. forthright.

Vader & Luke - he told me you killed him. no. I am your father.

Luke & Ben

Leia & Ben

Anakin & Ben

Vader & Kylo - i will finish what you started

Skywalkers - family at war

Jaina & Jacen -

Family

Non-Force Relationships

Padme & Luke

Padme & Leia - wise. discerning. kindhearted.

Bail & Leia

Breha & Leia

Anakin & Shmi - then we will see each other again

Han & Ben -

Pass on what you have learned

Master and Padawan. Teacher and Student.

Yoda & Dooku

Dooku & Qui-Gon - you're a much wiser man than i, Qui-gon Jinn

Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan - you've been a good apprentice obi-wan and you are a much wiser man than i am. i forsee you will become a great jedi knight

Obi-Wan & Anakin - i have taught you everything i know and you have become a far greater jedi than i could ever hope to be

Anakin & Ahsoka -

Obi-Wan & Luke - Obi-Wan has taught you well

Yoda & Luke - when I am gone the last of the Jedi you will be

Luke & Ben - the greatest teacher failure is

Luke & Rey

Sabé & Yavé - I am what I am cause you trained me

Saché & Sayé -

Old Friends Not Forgotten

Also described as "whatever the hell those two have going on"

Anakin & Obi-Wan - closer than brothers. more intimate than lovers.

Padme & Sabe - she will always pick Naboo and i will always pick her

Vader & Obi-Wan - you didn't kill Anakin Skywalker. I did.

Han & Chewbacca

Han & Lando

Obi-Wan & Maul - look at what you have become | look what i have risen above

And yet a trace of the true self exists in the false self

Characters that have two selves

Padmé Naberrie | Amidala -

Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader - Anakin is gone. I am what remains

Obi-Wan Kenobi | Ben Kenobi

Tsabin | Sabé

Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - let the past die. kill it if you have to.

Yavé Zuringoss | Yavé Ren - my best student | my failure

Jem Kreyzle | Jem Ren

Sayé Zuringoss | Déruna

Leté Zuringoss | Jiyoona

Nesé Zuringoss | Cosâba

Vané Zuringoss | Gyâtaka

Edlé Zuringoss | Hodâcha

We are encouraged to Love

Ship tags

Anidala -

Obitine - had you said the word i would have left the order | I always loved you. I always will

Hanleia - I love you. I know.

Kyvé -

Stormpilot | Finnpoe -

Kylux -

Saché/Yané | Saché x Yané -

It’s like poetry, it rhymes

Star Wars is when Parrallels

Anidala/Kyvé - we are what they never got to be

Padmé/Yavé - I’m older now than she’ll ever be

Characters

Anything about or relevant to a character, in addition to other tags

Ahsoka Tano -

Anakin Skywalker -

BB-8 -

BD-L0D -

Ben Solo -

Boba Fett -

C-3PO -

Cordé -

Count Dooku -

Darth Maul -

Darth Vader -

Duja -

Dormé -

Edle Zuringoss -

Eirtaé -

Ellé -

Finn - you're a good man Finn

Han Solo - never tell me the odds

Hux - I am not weak. I am patient.

Jango Fett - I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the galaxy

Jem -

Kylo Ren -

Lando Calrissian -

Leia Organa - General? To me she is royalty

Lete Zuringoss -

Luke Skywalker - I became a Legend

Nese Zuringoss -

Mace Windu -

Moteé -

Obi-Wan Kenobi -

Padmé Amidala - queen. angel. senator.

Poe Dameron -

Qui-Gon Jinn - your focus determines your reality

Sabé - the queen's shadow

Saché - the lowly page

Satine Kryze -

Saye Deruna -

Sola Naberrie -

Teckla Minnau -

R2-D2

Rabé -

Rey Nobody

Rey Skywalker

Vane Zuringoss -

Versé -

Yané -

Yavé Zuringoss - sister. jedi. disappointment.

Yoda

Miscellaneous

Anything else that comes up often

The Dragon Monologue (Vader Transformation/“This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, forever”), ROTS pg. 448-450 - dragon monologue my beloved

Force Ghosts - No one's ever really gone

Lightsabers - this weapon is your life

Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover - ROTS novelization my beloved