#pre-the battle for coruscant

[catsandcatci]

ooohhh new pet peeve just now. when people use BBY for fics that take place before BBY (battle of yavin) or even for fics where ITS AN AU SO THE BATTLE OF YAVIN DOES NOT TAKE PLACE. it hurts my little calendar nerd heart

[elizabethwydevilles]

Padme, during RotS development

One thing to understand is that for the first several months of pre-production, George Lucas is still writing the script (pre-production started roughly around late April of 2002, with the first draft of the script finished in late January 2003. To quote Paul Duncan: 'before the script was written, the design team were given the freedom to imagine possible scenarios', and Rick McCallum: 'usually no one would go off and spend millions of dollars without understanding what the very foundation of the film they're making is, but we break that very rule of film production'.

Sources for this post are The Art of Revenge of the Sith by J. W. Rinzler (2005), The Making of Revenge of the Sith by J. W. Rinzler (2005) and The Star Wars Archives, 1999-2005 by Paul Duncan (2020).

It's also going to be a long ass post, so see under the cut.

June 7-21 2002(?): Ryan Church painted a battle scene: 'What if a bunch of bad guys were attacking Padme and the clones who were trying to get back to their ship?'

August 2002: While revieving costume designs, GLucas indicated that Padme will need senatorial, casual and action wear.

October 12th, 2002: 'For the first time, it is rumoured that Padmé might die in this film. She might be seen last on Alderaan.'

October 25th-31st, 2002: In response to GLucas requesting a new locale for a Padme and Anakin 'love scene', Erik Tiemens designed several Naboo sceneries. Upon viewing them, GLucas moved the scene to Coruscant; some design elements are used for Kashyyyk.

October, 2002: Iain McCaig designed costumes for Padme. Note the bird of prey.

October 2002: While designing the world of Kashyyyk, Erik Tiemens painted a scene of Padme walking with wookies. (Note: Image is a cropped version of the full art work)

November 1st-8th, 2002: Iain McCaig: 'George said there might be a scene where Padme's doubled over in agony and Yoda is there unable to help her'.

November 22nd, 2022: Erik Tiemens designed a set of new locations for Padme and Anakin 'love scene' on Coruscant.

December 19th, 2002: Erik Tiemens: 'I was brainstorming with Iain [McCaig] and he thought that Padme might have a dagger in her hand'.

December 20th, 2002: Derek Thompson illustrated his idea of having Vader find Padme and the children, who are being protected by Jedi.

January 31st 2003: GLucas delivered the first rough draft to his producer Rick McCallum. The outline given in the book is brief, but Padme's basic storyline in the 55 page script appears no different. However, Anakin's nightmare about Padme features her consumed by flames, and Padme goes to Mustafar with her handmaidens and Captain Typho - who are gunned down by clones on arrival.

February 6th, 2003: Erik Tiemens designed a piece of concept art for Padme's funeral procession.

April 12th/13th 2003: GLucas presented the first official draft of the movie script. It's 111 pages long. Padmé and her entourage are still attacked on their arrival on Mustafar, but this time by droids whom Anakin defeats. In regards to Padme's death, Palpatine tells Vader that a Jedi murdered her.

May 5th, 2003: Iain McCaig's designed Padme's funeral outfit.

May 24th, 2003: Erik Tiemens illustrated Padme and Anakin's farewell before he leaves for Mustafar.

May 29th, 2003: Erik Tiemens illustrated Padme watching the Jedi temple burn.

June 13th 2003: GLucas presented the second official draft of the movie script. It's 135 pages long. Anakin's nightmare of Padmé is changed from her being consumed by flames, to her dying in childbirth. There is now a scene where Palpatine suggests to Anakin that Obi-Wan is meeting with Padmé secretly. In regards to Padme's actual death, Palpatine tells Vader that he [Vader] murdered her, just as in the movie. Just like the finished movie, it is noted that Padme dies of a broken heart. Padme's final smile at Leia is noted to be the smile that Leia remembers in RotJ.

June 26th, 2003: The fourth draft of the script is completed, consisting of 129 pages. Padme is no longer accompanied to Mustafar by Typho and her handmaidens.

June 30th, 2003: Principal photography begins.

July 2nd, 2003: First Padme scenes are shot, both located in her apartment (Her and Obi-Wan discussing Anakin, and Padme with the other senators).

July 3rd, 2003: Revised script for the scene in which Obi-Wan tells Padme he knows about her and Anakin.

August 12th, 2003: Last day of principal shooting for Natalie Portman.

September 17th, 2003: Principal shooting finishes.

December 21st, 2003: Iain McCaig designed a practical costume for Padme.

March 9th, 2004: All but the last ('thunderous applause') of Padme's political scenes have now been cut from the final film.

August 23rd - September 3rd 2004: Reshoots

August 23rd, 2004: Additional scene scripted for reshoot the following day.

January 31st, 2005: One last day of filming for Natalie Portman and Hayden Christensen.

Script excerpt (unknown date)

Art (unsure dates)

Padme's apartment layout and colours

[squidsponge]

Analyzing the Clone Assassin, part 2: YES, HE HAS ORGANIC LEGS

This is a PSA that CX-2 does not have prosthetic legs, but does have a bunch of accessories and very fancy gadgets the other don't that, and he will not stop playing with them.

The Bad Batch is not a Christopher Nolan film requiring intense scrutiny I'm giving it, but I needed art references and then twitter and reddit started posting nonsense screenshots, so pull out your little red strings and pin boards, because we're going full Pepe Silva here. :readmore:

The other assassins must be taking public transit, because neither of them sported an extravagantly modified comm they can't stop fiddling with, programmed to spin their chair around with as much drama as Obi-wan dropping his cloak.

Unlike the other assassins, who are both snipers, CX-2 is using a rangefinder along with his scope when studying Omega and collecting data intelligence, but not in battle with Crosshair.

These scenes are very darkly lit, so here's a better look at CX-2's very unique yet familiar glass-looking rangefinder.

In contrast, CX-1 from season three, a proper minimalist after Cody's heart does not use a rangefinder despite the distance, nor did his predecessor on Coruscant.

And then our mystery clone who can't leave any of the gadgets at home because he ends up using all of them:

If the idea of bringing Tech back bothers you or sounds like nonsense, I beg you to remember that this is Star Wars, a franchise that brought us "somehow Palpatine returned."

Consider Emerie's big reveal in season two. She spent multiple episodes speaking with a New Zealand accent, wearing a clone insignia patch, and has the same nose, brows, and mouth region that is signature to the clones, and they were hiding it behind a pair of glasses.

Our boy Rex is eating sad chili in a cave instead of having amassed significant numbers or a real plan in the last year and soon he'll be eating sad chili in a motorhome because this show really isn't that complicated.

Which brings us back to our very resourceful and well-funded assassin.

If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, and you're watching Star Wars, it's probably a duck.

And whether or not it's good writing, this authority-averse little duck is wearing his pre-reprogramming personality on his sleeve.

Cody is out there somewhere shuddering over what he did to give anybody the impression that any amount of brainwashing could turn him into this while the other assassins still have good manners and posture. Check out Part 1 for a comparison of CX from season 2's voice and attitude vs. CX-2.

[thrawns-babygirl]

The Gallery (Thrawn x F!Reader 18+)

SO! A few things before we get started.

I know nothing about art. I tried my best to make this seem somewhat believable but I'm not an artist, nor will I ever be.

The "dates" I used were in the form of the 'Coruscant Reckoning Calendar' or C.R.C since the battle of Yavin hasn't happened yet and I hate BBY and ABY as in universe measures of time. However they aren't real dates I just threw random numbers into the format and hoped it looked semi believable

I am aware this is really derivative and I'm sorry in advance lmao

This is my first time writing Thrawn, and while I read copious amounts of Thrawn fanfic, I'm still nervous about how I write him so constrictive criticism is encouraged.

I hope y'all enjoy this, I had fun writing it. Been over a month since i wrote anything and it shows.

Rating: E (18+) Word Count: 3800+ Warnings: Unprotected PiV, Oral (F receiving), the tiniest breeding kink if you squint and tilt your head sideways, Art

Masterlist

You looked around the halls of the Imperial Palace and sighed. These galas were boring, atrociously so. But alas, if you wished to maintain funding for your gallery you had to at least make an appearance, rub elbows with the Imperial elite, sweet talk some moderately intoxicated senator or delegate into agreeing that your program was in fact not a waste of credits, and was actually something that the Empire should foster. A civilization without the arts was barely a civilization at all. You sigh, swirling the obnoxiously expensive drink you have in your hand as you stare up at a large canvas painting on the walls of the hall.

Pre Republic era, oil on canvas, looks to be-

“Coruscanti in origin, an interesting blend of ancient human styles native to the planet with a Duros influence, I’d date it around 3591.39.5, what do you think?” as smooth, calculated voice drawls from beside you.

You hum in thought, as you continue looking up at the artwork. “Perhaps earlier, the dot work is absolutely indicative of Duros influences, maybe even around 2280.124.43, when Duros traders started using hyperspace routes to explore the galaxy and foster trade” you turn to face the mystery man and stiffen as you notice the crisp white uniform of a Grand Admiral, but perhaps even more intriguing was his cerulean blue skin, and more intriguing than that, his red eyes that glow softly.

Without taking his eyes off the painting he continues “an interesting theory, however, I would date it after that. The artist was obviously human, their style indicating that they grew up around humans, the brushwork is similar to most works of that period, however the Duros influence would indicate it would have been some time after Humans had made contact with other races. Humans of that era were exceptionally isolationist, their artwork reflects that, this piece shows of an artist who is comfortable with outsiders enough to incorporate them into their medium” the man takes another sip of his drink before turning to you, fixing you with those enchanting eyes “what do you think?”

You’re taken aback, this man, this Grand Admiral, knows what he’s talking about, in fact he may even know more than you about the topic, you scramble to think of something, anything to say. Your face heats up as you think back on human art and history from that era and realise, he’s right. You take a sip of your drink to steel your nerves, warmth flooding your cheeks that you hope he doesn’t notice as you turn back to the painting.

“I think you might be right; I forget about how isolationist humans were back then; it would have taken a long time before they would have taken on facets of other species art in their own” you say thoughtfully as you look up at the painting. It really was a beautiful piece of art. You look back at the stranger to find him also gazing up at the painting with a thoughtful look on his face. Perhaps this art enthusiast of a Grand Admiral was the person you were looking for this whole time? Steeling yourself again you turn and give him your name.

“I curate the Royal Imperial Gallery here on Coruscant, a pleasure to make your acquaintance” You incline your head respectfully as he turns to face you again.

“Grand Admiral Mitth’raw’nuruodo, however you may call me Thrawn, and I am aware of who you are” Thrawn takes another sip of his drink as he turns his gaze back up to the painting. You eye him curiously as he drinks, his throat bobbing as he swallows and turns back to you.

“You do?” your tone slightly more accusatory than you wanted it to be, Imperial Grand Admirals tended to be the types of people who rallied against your requests for more funding, claiming that the money could be better spent on the Imperial Navy or the Stormtrooper Corps.

Thrawn’s mouth quirks slightly, as if he were attempting to stifle a smile before he speaks again, his voice low “Of course, I am a regular at your institution, I also appreciate your holo galleries so that I may appreciate new instillations while I am away on long campaigns. It is obviously, a crude imitation of having the original piece in front of me, but I will make do with what I can” he eyes you seriously. “I especially appreciated your most recent display of Pantoran tapestries. Pantora is a hub of so many different species and cultures, their art always provides an interesting challenge to see what visiting species influenced what pieces”.

You stare at him wide eyed as he speaks, this man, this Grand Admiral, was an art enjoyer, no an art enthusiast. Perhaps this meeting was destined, perhaps he was the one who would help you retain funding for your gallery before it was all syphoned off and spent on warfare. You open your mouth to speak but it’s like he could read your mind. “I have already spoken with the Emperor, he agrees with me that maintaining the fine arts is important for any society. Your funding is secure” he turns back towards the painting and takes another sip of his drink.

He spoke to the Emperor himself? And the Emperor himself agreed to maintain your funding? Your head was spinning. This is not at all what you expected when you came here tonight, you were expecting to have to plead your case to stuffy senators and businesspeople for them to even consider the possibility that your gallery was worth it. You shake your head as you realise you’ve been staring at him in stunned silence for longer than what would be considered polite. “I… Thank you Grand Admiral. That is… that is wonderful news” you fight to keep the emotions out of your voice, finishing your drink quickly “I don’t know how I can repay you” his lip quirks again in that almost smile before he too finishes his drink.

“No thanks is necessary, and please call me Thrawn, although I would love to hear about what new instillations you are planning for the gallery in the coming months, I have some time planetside and would be remiss to not attend a new display should you be preparing anything exciting” he waves over a serving droid as he talks and takes two more glasses of the overly expensive amber liquid, offering you one which you politely accept before he takes a sip of his.

And just like that, the hours melt away as you walk with Thrawn around the hall, speaking quietly to one another about the intricacies of the art hanging on the walls, from paintings to tapestries to the small statues lining the hall, Thrawn had something to say about all of it. For a military man, he was very, very well educated.

And very, very handsome.

You shake your head as you finish your drink, maybe you have had one too many glasses of Chandrillan Sweet Wine you think to yourself as Thrawn continues speaking about the techniques used to weave a particularly intricate tapestry the two of you were standing in front of. You wanted to listen to him, you really did, but watching the way his lips wrapped themselves around the words he was speaking combined with the melodic sound of his voice had your mind wandering to places that could be considered vastly unprofessional.

As if sensing your fleeting attention to what he was saying he turns to face you, raising a single eyebrow as his lips quirked once again in a ghost of a smile. “Apologies my lady, I do tend to get ahead of myself when discussing art, if you wish to take your leave I will not be offended” you falter slightly because no, you don’t want to leave, you could spend forever listening to his peculiar accent and you rack your brain for something that would keep him in your presence. So, you decide to take a small risk.

“No Thrawn, not at all, in fact I was just wondering if you would perhaps like to join me for a small excursion to the gallery. I could give you a sneak peek of the next exhibition we will be opening in the coming weeks, provided traditional Rodian woodwork is a topic you would be interested in?” you say hopefully, willing the heat away from your cheeks as you place your empty glass on a passing serving droid.

He smiles this time, not just a slight movement of his lips, but a genuine smile that has your heart beating slightly faster and your face burning. He too places his glass on a passing droid and gestures with his hand towards the door. “Lead the way”

The speeder ride towards the gallery is quiet, the lights of Coruscant illuminating the cab as the pilot droid takes you both towards the gallery. You shift in your seat, gazing at his profile from the corner of your eye. His long nose and pronounced cheek bones illuminated by the slight glow of his eyes. You wish you could think of something to say as you fiddle with the hem of your dress, but he doesn’t seem to mind the silence, in fact he seems to be the type that enjoys comfortable silence over inane small talk, so you keep your lips sealed, willing yourself to stop acting like a blushing schoolgirl as the cab stops in front of the gallery.

The gallery is dark, quiet, giving it an almost eerie quality as you walk through the halls, you unlock the door to your office and step to the side to allow Thrawn through, turning on the lights to reveal a small room, a moderately sized desk with a few shelves and a window that looks over the city.

“We haven’t gotten all the pieces yet, so this is only a taste of the style of art we will be displaying soon” you unlock another door that leads to a storeroom, pulling on some gloves, passing him a pair and grabbing a few of the intricately carved wooden sculptures to show the Grand Admiral. He takes them off you and studies them closely, his intense eyes scanning over every detail of the wood before moving over to another sculpture, then another. At the last sculpture he pauses, studying it even more intently than the others before looking up at you. “Do you know the importance of this piece?” he inquires as he holds the small wooden figure towards you.

You take it off him, studying it closely, noting the ridges and bumps. Unfortunately, Rodian art and wood carvings in particular have never really been your area of expertise, although you have a feeling that you’re about to learn. “Unfortunately, Thrawn I am not very well versed in Rodian woodworking, I have a few on staff that would know more than I do” you place the statuettes back into the storeroom and lock the door before turning back to him only to find him looking at you intently.

“That particular sculpture is known as a ‘Prwiss’ it was used as part of a fertility ritual on Rodia centuries passed. The statue would be placed near the bed of the couple attempting to conceive as they partook in intercourse in order to increase the likelihood of fertilization” he explains evenly.

You feel heat rising to your cheeks. ‘Definitely too much wine’ you think to yourself. The words ‘intercourse’ and ‘fertilization’ shouldn’t have such a visceral effect on you. All you can think of is having such a statue over your own bed as Thrawn runs his large hands all over your body, as he thrusts in and out-

“Do you know of my species?” Thrawn asks suddenly. You shake your head, mouth dry as you respond “No… I don’t” his shoulders rise and fall slightly, something that could potentially indicate a chuckle from the stoic man.

“I am Chiss” he says slowly walking towards you “and being Chiss has many benefits” he continues approaching you, in any other context, you could almost compare his slow steps to a predator stalking its prey.

“My eyes for example, I am able to see things that humans cannot. Heat for example” he says as he stops directly in front of you. You blush again, a fact made worse now knowing he’s been able to see your blushing so clearly the entire night the two of you have been together. You swallow, not trusting your voice as he stares you down. You take an unconscious step backwards, Thrawn following you until the backs of your legs meet the solid material of your desk.

“At first I simply thought that you were flushed from the alcohol but… now I have come to a different conclusion” he leans his face closer to yours, you can feel his warm breath against your lips as he holds his lips above yours. A moment for you to back away should you not wish him to go further.

You stare into his bright eyes as your face warms further and heat pools between your legs. Would he be able to see that beneath the layers of your dress? Your thoughts are abruptly cut off as he places his lips over yours, one hand coming up to cup your cheek as he presses you against your desk. You meet his lips in a passionate kiss, the heat from the night reaching a boiling point as he removes his gloves and places his hands on your hips, following his lead you do the same before tangling your hands in his soft hair.

After what feels like an eternity he pulls back, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss and a faint dusting of purple along his sharp cheekbones. He presses you further against your desk and you get the hint, moving some small items out of the way before sitting on the desk.

Thrawn attacks your lips again, a hunger present behind his movements as he situates himself between your legs, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he begins kissing along your jaw, down your neck. You gasp as you feel him suck a dark mark into the skin just above your collarbone, you tug at the soft strands of his hair eliciting a low growl that rumbles through his chest as he moves his hips against your core. You can feel a definite hardness in the front of his pristine while uniform pants as he moves his body against yours, dragging small sounds of pleasure out of you.

His hands begin moving all over your body, running up your sides around to your back where he begins unfastening your dress, his movements pausing for a moment as he looks at you. You answer his unspoken question with another fiery kiss as his hands work methodically behind you to unfasten your dress, letting it pool on the desk as he moves over towards your breasts. His long fingers tweaking and pinching at your nipples through the thin material of your bra as his other hand moves down your side to help totally remove the dress from you.

He pulls the dress over your head, pausing to haphazardly fold it and place it on your desk before his hands are all over you again. One runs along your thigh while the other expertly unclasps your bra, he pulls the fabric away from your body before moving his lips to your jaw and neck again. You move your hands to his hair again as he kisses down your neck towards your chest.

“Watching the blush crawl up your skin” he mumbles against your neck, voice husky “is truly the most beautiful thing in this entire gallery” he says before taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking, rolling the nub around his mouth, his tongue lathing over it. His tongue has an odd texture to it, you note, as he shifts his focus to your other breast, and you can’t help but wonder what that tongue would feel like against your clit. You arch into his touch as he kisses along your chest, lightly biting into the soft flesh, leaving dark marks against your skin as he slowly begins moving to his knees, kissing down your body as he goes, pausing at the fabric of your panties and placing a long passionate kiss on the damp fabric before he pulls the delicate material to the side and sinks his tongue into your cunt.

You moan, throwing your head back in bliss as he eats you like a man starved, lapping at your juices with fervour, your hands finding their way back into his soft hair as his tongue works magic against you. He alternates between rolling his tongue around your clit and shoving it as deep inside you as the muscle will go, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You tug on his hair causing him to groan into you, the vibrations making your walls clench as he focuses extra attention on your clit and suddenly the wave of pleasure crests as you climax, your eyes screwed shut and hips moving on their own accord as you all but ride his face through the precipice of your orgasm.

As you come down you open your eyes and look down at him, noting the sound of flesh on flesh and the movement of his arm another white-hot wave of arousal runs down your spine as you realise, he’s stroking himself.

A Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy, on his knees in your office, touching himself while pleasing you with his mouth. The thought alone is almost enough to send you over the edge again.

His glowing red eyes look up at you, and he slowly stands from his position kneeling on the floor. You hold your breath as he rises, trying not to look too eager to get a look at what is between his legs. Do Chiss look like humans? Is he totally alien down there? Your eyes widen as your question is answered, despite the colour and a few, quite pleasurable looking, ridges, he looks remarkably human. Remarkably human and remarkably large.

The vision of the stoic Grand Admiral, still dressed in his white uniform with his trousers open and his rock-hard length on display is enough to make you lick your lips, your pussy clenching around nothing as fresh wave of arousal washes over you.

He takes himself in his hand, stroking himself a few times, placing the blunt head of his cock against your wet entrance before pausing. “A moment” he says as he looks around your office, retrieving your key card from the desk next to you before walking over to the storeroom and taking out the statue he had spoken about before and placing it on the desk next to you before taking his place between your legs at your entrance again.

He places both hands on your hips as he lines himself up with your slick cunt and slowly pushes inside of you. His uniformed chest rising and falling as he struggles to maintain his tenuous control over himself. The feeling of his girth stretching you open has you gritting your teeth, and screwing your eyes shut. Each ridge of his cock rubbing perfectly against every nerve making you see stars.

You’re both panting as he bottoms out, a low rumbling groan coming from deep in his chest as the feeling of your walls choking his length has him gritting his teeth as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, even deeper.

He lets out a hiss as he begins moving his hips, you resist the urge to close your eyes at the pleasure, wanting to watch each reaction you could earn from the usually pristine grand admiral. Watching the way his jaw clenches, the muscles around his neck tensing, the way his nostrils flare as he struggles to maintain his composure is like a drug to you.

You moan as his thrusts begin to become more forceful, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the confines of your office. He leans over your body, his lips finding yours again as his hips move with more purpose, harder and faster, the ridges of his girth causing you to cry out, his mouth swallowing your sounds as his pace continues to get more intense, more passionate.

He brings one of his hands down in between your bodies, his long, skilled fingers expertly finding your clit, drawing tight circles over it as he pounds relentlessly into you. The sensations becoming too much too quickly as another orgasm begins building in your core, your muscles tensing around him as your walls flutter and tighten, forcing his mouth to part from yours as he lets out a low moan of your name.

Hearing his voice, full of hunger and desperation moaning your name is what does it for you, pleasure cascades through your body as you wrap your arms around his back to ground you, the course texture of his uniform heightening the experience as wave after wave of pure ecstasy rips a harsh moan of his name from your lips.

His pace becomes even more forceful, his hips slamming almost painfully against yours as he chases his own high. His mouth finds your neck again, biting down as you feel his muscles tense, letting out a long low groan against your neck as he finishes inside you. You feel each throb and pulse of his cock as he fills you, his hips moving in short thrusts as he rides out his own high, his breathing ragged.

You both stay there, panting, bodies entwined as you come down. He gives you a long, passionate kiss before extracting himself, pulling out slowly, he looks down at your cunt, his cum slowly beginning to leak out of you and his mouth quirks again, into that ghost of a smile, like he’s proud of himself, before he moves your panties back into place and begins to straighten himself out.

You have no idea what to say as he tucks himself away and smooths his hair, after a short time, he looks immaculate yet again, barely a hair out of place, nor a crease on his uniform, meanwhile you look like well fucked mess, hickeys and love bites litter your neck and chest as you move off your desk on unstable legs to grab your bra and dress, you pause as you see the small statue, the ‘Pwriss’ as Thrawn had called it sitting on your desk. You blush as you move to put it away in the storeroom again.

Thrawn is standing, back straight as he looks at you from across your office, hands clasped behind his back. “I appreciate you taking the time to show me the artwork the gallery has to offer” he inclines his head politely “I’m glad the sculptures were to your liking” you smile at him as you redress.

“Oh yes, I suppose the sculptures were lovely too”.  

Not tagging my usual Crosswhore taglist because IDK how many of you are interested in Thrawn, but I'm tagging some people I think might be interested. Let me know if you don't want me to tag you in the future.

@khapikat222 @vibratingbonesbis@al-astakbar

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

BB Season 3 Trailer Breakdown

I am very excited, as you know, for the final season of The Bad Batch. Despite its ups and downs, this show means a lot to me and I adore the characters, particularly Omega and Crosshair. So, without further ado, here we go!

The trailer starts off with the Empire pursuing the boys on a turbo tank as they escape from some sort of facility (I think). Later in the trailer, we see the same tank firing upon the Empire while they head away from wherever they are.

As Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair (he can be seen for a split second) realize that they can't get out of trouble with the tank, Phee drops in to pick them up, commenting "not exactly a stealth exit boys." This makes me wonder if the boys snuck in to get information on Hemlock or Mt. Tantiss. I also believe that this sequence with the tank chase correlates to the episode titled "Juggernaut." It makes sense to use a name meaning something big while the Batch are in a huge tank.

We then see some sort of transport (?) ship headed towards Coruscant. The next shot is of Rex and Hunter talking so maybe they're on the ship. Rex says that ending the war would mean that the clones would no longer be killed in battle. However, we see that's not the case; the clones are still used as soldiers, experiments, or left to die without a thought. The end of the Clone Wars only made things worse for them.

While Rex says this, we briefly see the palace on Teth, burning. I believe this is where we'll see Ventress as that's where we first meet her in Clone Wars. However, this is pure speculation because the only other place I can see her being is Dathomir. Then, we see a downed ship with two figures walking away from the wreckage. Based on the image of Omega desperately piloting a ship later in the trailer, I think she and Crosshair somehow managed to escape. Unfortunately, only Crosshair was able to actually get out. I think we could see this event happening between episodes 5-8.

Rex then says he was wrong about the clones' fate before we get a brief flashback to the railcar incident and Tech falling to his presumed death. Rex continues on, saying "we can't just walk away" whilst images of an imperial occupation flash by. Citizens run away in terror so this could either be Pabu, found at last, or another planet in which the Batch travel to. Rex finishes by saying "not with the Empire imprisoning the kid."

Then, we cut to images from Mt. Tantiss, including post and pre-time skip Omega. Omega walks in and sees a broken Crosshair. Since this looks like the first two are seeing each other, I think these are shots from the first episode "Confined." Hemlock is shown next saying to secure Omega in her cell. There are two Delta Squad commandos behind him. Now, I'm not sure what Omega is holding in the cell, but it looks like she's being scanned. We also see Emerie looking somewhat unhappy. Hunter says that Omega's been waiting for them for a long time and we see her pre-time skip in a cell overlooking the outside world. Perhaps this is a privilege for cooperating? Hunter also says a "long time," so I'm guessing that it's been at least a year since season 2. Hunter concludes with that the Batch's mission isn't over yet.

The next several scenes show a ship being chased (maybe the one Omega is flying?) and what I assume to be a mirrored shot of Hunter and Wrecker because of their facial characteristics being flipped. Then, we see Palpatine with Nala Se and Hemlock saying that their operation is most important to the Empire's future and Hemlock will have everything he needs. My crazy theory? He wants to build an army of force sensitive clones. Will this come true? Idk.

The Empire is seen firing upon a ship (again, the one Omega stole?) and we get a glimpse of a new antagonist, the dark armor-clad figure commanding the TK troopers. While I Initially thought it was Cross because of the helmet design, I feel like that's backpedaling on this character arc so I'm gonna say it's Tech or CX-1, a new clone we see later. If it is CX-1, then it makes sense why we hear him say that the Batch will be hunted down. I'm not sure who this is but I'll be theorizing later. Speaking of that line from CX-1, we see flashes of Fennec, Cad Bane, and Nala Se. While Cad Bane will definitely be after then, I think Fennec will help because she's spotted on the boat when Hunter almost gets eaten by an alligator.

We later see in the trailer, Hunter on Pabu, Wolffe hopefully leading an early clone rebellion, and two clones running towards a big explosion. I'm not sure what's happening, but it could happen during the "Infiltration" and "Extraction" episodes. There's also a clone with a flamethrower so it could be during the same sequence. There's one shot of Echo walking towards... the Batch, Rex... idk. We'll find out together.

Wrecker, in true fashion, asks for a "real challenge" so I think we hear this in the episode "Paths Unknown." It sounds like the Batch are trying to get money or something to pick themselves back up. There are several shots of ships flying; to where, I'm not sure. Hunter and Wrecker are also getting ready to fight. We see the same two clones from earlier in combat and Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair aiming at someone. Hunter says they're not big on following orders. This is proceeded by more shots of Tantiss, TK troopers being attacked by creatures, and troopers being shot at. Hunter tries to hijack a gunship as well. Maybe this happens during "Flash Strike" or the other action heavy episodes. We'll see.

The trailer ends with Asajj Ventress, alive and well, swinging her yellow saber as blaster bolts fly at her. She says that she doesn't plan on killing "you," but "you're" making it very tempting. She might be talking to the Batch. Based on the shot of Hunter and Wrecker, maybe they ask her for information on Tantiss or she is hunting them down. Idk.

Anyways, that's all I have for now. I will be doing some theories on CX-1 and the mysterious imperial as well as what I think might happen based on episode titles and Palpatine's ultimate plan so stay tuned for that!

[mayawakening]

Oooooh all those WIPS look so good! Share about the pre Kalluzeb hate sex, the accidental spicy comm call, and whichever you're the most excited about?

Lol, okay

•Kalluzeb hatesex is pretty much just smut. Fight after fight, Zeb starts poking fun about how Kallus is too pretty to be in battle all the time, he might hurt his handsome face etc. And Kallus starts to get super agitated about it because hes still trying to capture/kill this guy, but also realizes they both have a pretty noticable physical attraction to each other. Eventually it boils over and Kallus is like, "I will only offer this ONCE" and Zeb accepts. They proceed to take out out their frustrations on each other quite intimately.

•Accidental Spicy Comm is inspired by a post made by @bearboyboy in which somehow Kallus accidentally pocket-dials a comm that happens to be in Zeb's possession while having some personal time. Zeb listens in to hear some rather lovely sounds, thinking the breathy voice seems familiar. It ends up that Kallus finds out he's being listened to by the guy he's thinking about while pleasuring himself but doesn't hang up immediately. Zeb is like "idk who you are, but you sound real nice, and since we both have some privacy, how about a helping hand/voice" prompting Kallus to make even LOVLIER sounds.

•I'm actually weirdly excited about Agent Kallus: Academy Student. It's meant to be a side-story that ties into my longfic Sweet Adventure, but can be a standalone. It follows the life of Kallus while he attends the Coruscant Royal Academy with Jovan under the tutelage of Yularen. The vibe of it is intended to feel like attending college with a dorm room and campus, but still in-universe and canon-compliant. Think typical college kid struggles, roommates are insane, car breaks down all the time, food is questionable, studying is exhausting, etc.

[ninjigma]

QuinFox Week Part 5/7 - First / Previous / Next

Day 5: Healing + Battle Couple Track: 'Deep Water - Acoustic' - American Authors (Spotify / YouTube)

He woke up to the sound of a ship.

A low hum told him they were in hyperspace, that somehow he had gotten back. All he had were fleeting moments of clarity, starting with the jab of something sharp into his arm and the distinct voice of a clone swearing. 

Fox. 

He groaned trying to remember more, blinking blurry eyes and trying to sit up.  He stopped startled when a hand on his shoulder stilled him.

“Don’t, Quinlan, just- just rest okay?”

Quinlan breathed deeply, trying to relax at the knowledge that he was with Fox and Fox wasn’t panicking, so surely they must be safe wherever they were. 

“Fox?”

Vision clearing further he picked out that familiar profile, lined with worry and beautiful gray hair spreading from his temples. 

“Yes, I’m still here Quinlan.”

“Where’s here?”

“Back on the ship, en route to Coruscant using the pre-made flight path you set.” Fox was speaking like he had already said the answer before, eyes locked on the data pad in his hand. “I’ve already forwarded the information we received and updated the Council on your condition. You don’t need to contact them again until you reach the temple in a few days.”

Quinlan slowly lolled his head to the side, carefully taking in Fox’s tense posture as he sat at the edge of the bunk by Quinlan's hip. He was only in his undersuit, the special regulating fabric hugging his lean and lethal form. Quinlan had always found that interesting about Fox, how he seemed almost sleeker than other clones. Minor differences that just spoke of how he had tapered himself to what he was skilled in, and, combined with how he swore Fox could be a Jedi shadow in a different life, really just fit that namesake so well. 

Before he could say anything in response though, Fox had continued on, answering unasked questions. “Yes, it’s our ship, I wasn’t leaving my helmet behind. Yes, I have your lightsaber. And yes, I brought you back. I carried you, you aren’t misremembering. Yes, I know you think my hands are pretty, and finally, yes, I am very much okay. Only minor injuries.”

Quinlan felt a blush rise to his cheeks just as much as the smile that began to lift his cheeks. “I guess I was saying those things out loud then huh?”

Fox’s head snapped up, eyes turning to the Jedi. Finding whatever he required to recognize Quinlan truly had awoken, his brilliant first statement was “Quinlan?”

“Did I add the part about wanting to kiss your scar then?”

Fox’s nose crinkled, stubborn, and as adorable as usual, in Quinlan’s opinion, especially when he caught how there was now the smallest hint of a blush on those cheeks. 

“Yes, yes you did. You weren’t exactly of a sound mind though, so I won’t hold it against you if-!”

At this, he tossed the data pad on the counter across from them, then turned fully to Quinlan with one accusing finger wagging at the bedridden man. 

“If you never, ever, do that to me again, got it? I don’t care that it wasn’t GAR business, that was too close, and I refuse to have you collapse like that again.”

“I did it because it's you.”

Fox blinked, stilling. 

Quinlan took it as his chance to continue, head still a bit unfocused and heart somehow untethered. “Yes, your hands are pretty. Yes, I would kiss the scar. No, I’m not joking. Yes, I’m coherent, I have done this enough times to know. So yes, it's because it is you, and you are brilliant, can even handle my lightsaber better than most Jedi I have seen, so I trust you. And as for GAR business, I understand, because it wasn’t GAR business, but… well…”

At this he smiled, eyes a tad heavy again and knuckles weakly brushing out against Fox’s leg. “It’s me, and it’s you. And though it wasn’t GAR business, I have definitely made myself your business, just like you’re mine.”

Fox’s hand fell slowly, landing on the bed just shy of Quinlan's forearm. He looked like he was debating something, and Quinlan figured it was a moment of truth. If Fox would deem him unwell and they would drop whatever was happening, or if he would give in and push forward. 

Fox’s own worn knuckles gave the softest brush to Quinlan’s arm. 

“Yes, yes you are my business. You… you are my friend. So you should very well know by now I’d fight every droid the separatists have to get your ass out of trouble, you jerk. That I wasn’t going to let you make me go back to the Council alone. General Kenobi would be all sad too and Cody would be a blasted pain about it. So don’t ever go doing risky things without me. I’m not falling for the Jedi business line anymore, got it?”

Dark eyes locked on his, and despite his weariness, Quinlan was able to pick up the pain there and tried to prompt Fox further. “Don’t like me leaving you out of all the fun?”

“I don’t like hearing you say goodbye over a comm, Quinlan, damn it-“

Fox heaved a heavy breath, and for once Quinlan stayed silent. He let Fox work through what he needed and gave him the mercy of silence to make his decision on his next words. 

“Who else is gonna actually challenge me in sabacc? Poke and prod at me every chance they get? Or even drag me out to do insane things, drink and bitch with me? Smuggle me in different and new foods, even if it’s late at night, just cause you're so excited for me to try it that even your tattoos look like they are smiling? Well, I’ll tell you what, it doesn’t matter who else, because none of them would be you.”

This time the back of Fox’s hand pressed against his forearm was clearly intentional, Fox’s gaze turning fully to Quinlan, who was feeling a dozen different things from within himself and in the Force surrounding Fox. 

“They wouldn’t be you, and so it wouldn’t be the same. Because it’s you, Quinlan Vos. It’s all you, and I refuse to go on in this galaxy without… that, if I can help it.”

“And what is… that?”

Fox’s hand was flippant, gesturing in Quinlan’s general direction with a huff, and the blush was now very clearly there for a reason that Quinlan suspected he could finally piece together. 

Softly, with a hint of their usual banter but enough heart to be clearly different, Quinlan spoke. “I think you’re gesturing to all of me.”

Eyes flickering up quickly, then away as Fox turned to try and hide the smile Quinlan could practically feel. “Yeah, all of… that.”

Quinlan snickered, quiet and childish. “Well, I think we make a great couple then.”

Before Fox’s mouth could finish whipping back around Quinlan cut in again. “Because I don’t want to face the galaxy without all of… that, either. Dream team, best battle couple, taking on the galaxy and all the idiots in it together.”

His eyes were slipping closed, but not fast enough to miss the rare soft gaze Fox gifted him and the gentlest murmur of “Yeah, a… great couple…” from those beautiful lips. 

Quinlan fell back into the dark without a single ounce of fear.

[floursramona]

Seeded

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Fluff, a ridiculous amount of it, pining, canon-typical violence, flowers, I have minimal knowledge of the Star Wars universe, this may or may not be the beginning of a series, no use of pronouns, no use of y/n, some gendered nicknames, pre-relationship

Summary: Handing out flowers all day wasn’t exactly living the dream, but it got your bills paid. A stranger rolls through your neighborhood and you find yourself drawn to him. Oddly enough, he seems to feel the same.

Notes: This is my first ever venture into the Star Wars universe! Writing-wise, that is. I've consumed enough fic to last me a lifetime and I wanted to contribute my brain worms to the community as well. This idea came to me earlier this month, when I wanted to push myself to do something for Valentine's Day and now it's finally blossomed (ha) into… whatever this is. I may continue if I get an idea of where to go from here. Hope y'all enjoy and let me know what you think!

Cross-posted on Ao3

Handing out flowers all day wasn’t exactly living the dream, but it got your bills paid. Working at a plant shop was a unique experience and you couldn’t exactly say you regretted applying. On easy days you got to take your favorite post, and here you were, with a basket of cut wildflowers and enticing passersby to come inside. Your boss had always been eager to drum up business and what better than giving something away? 

On the busy and overpopulated planet of Coruscant, most people didn’t spare you a second glance, but tourists were always willing to stop and take a free and beautiful flower. From there, it wasn’t hard to convince them to come inside to see the whole garden and the workers inside were masters at sales pitches. Almost nobody left without a new plant for their homes or a bunch of flowers for their sweethearts. 

Standing outside a shop all day was rough sometimes, the sun beating down or the nasty smells but you always find yourself passing the hours people-watching. Even on your off time, you love sitting outside, making up stories and personalities for every being that walked your way. Which is exactly why, when you see the Mandalorian pass by you the first time, you are completely and utterly captivated.

It isn’t that you never saw warrior-types, no, in fact you’d seen many armored figures pass your shop. But you’d never seen one quite like this, covered head-to-toe in perfect, gleaming chrome. 

The armor is the first thing that catches your eye. The second is his posture.

If you had a less careful eye, you would have taken one glance and thought that he was inexperienced. Untouched armor is a dead giveaway for someone who hasn’t actually seen battle. Watching him stalk past your shop tells a different story. 

Even if he wasn’t wearing the armor, you bet he would still have that confident, broad stature. He isn’t peacocking, not strutting like he owns the place, but every bit of him says “I know who I am”. And Maker, do you like the look of that. 

Your inner musings silence all at once when you see his helmet turn towards you. The T-shaped visor gives him an intimidating brow and you feel yourself freeze, unable to look away. He isn’t anywhere near you, at least 10 other people walking past, but you feel like the only two on the street. You wonder if he feels the same.

A hand grabs your shoulder and the bubble suddenly pops, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you turn around. 

“Whoa! Didn’t mean to startle you,” It’s just your boss. You feel the hair prickle on the back of your neck and you’re tempted to turn back around, but he’s still speaking. 

“What? Oh, sorry. Just a little lost in thought.”

He chuckles at you, shaking his head. “I’ve just come to relieve you. Go take your lunch.”

Nodding, you hand him your basket of flowers and try not to rush inside. Your nosy coworkers would want to know what had you all flustered and what would you say? An armored covered stranger walking on the other side of the street looked at you? And you couldn’t even say for sure if he did, because he wore a helmet?

You chuckle at yourself for being silly. He was just another tourist. You see plenty of attractive people walking down the street every day.

But none of them usually spared you a second glance, your traitorous brain supplies. 

You shake your head to banish the thought, busying yourself with collecting your bag and credits where you keep it locked up in the back. You take your leave without saying anything, sure that your voice would give your unsteadiness away.

As you walk through the busy streets, you can’t help but fantasize a little longer. What if that armored stranger had been looking for a flower shop? You can’t imagine him wanting a floral arrangement but everyone could use a plant or two for their backyard. Does he even live here or is he from another planet? A silly pang runs through you as you imagine him living off-world - it means you likely wouldn’t see him again.

This time, you roll your eyes at yourself, entering your usual cantina for a hot meal. As the smells overtake you, you force yourself to leave the silly thoughts behind.

“Hey hon! Take a seat and I’ll be right with you,” The kind barmaid, Giala, who loves to waste time gossiping at your table, greets you and you smile. 

“You know what I want, Gee, I’ll be over at the booths. She grins back and nods, bussing the table in front of her. 

You take out your holopad to scroll through the news, but it’s quickly forgotten. You sit facing the door and a rowdy group of what appear to be businessmen draw your attention. You do your best not to stare, not that people tend to notice you much anyway. You find yourself rolling your eyes again as you listen to their conversation, and this time it’s apparent because Giala walks up to your table chuckling. 

“Those fellas are gonna be trouble, aren’t they,” she says, less of a question and more of a statement. She puts down your steaming hot bowl of… well, you weren’t always sure what was in it, but it was always delicious. 

“Eh, perhaps, but those types are usually harmless.” You’re quickly captivated by your food, hungry after a long morning on you feet. Your spoon is loaded up and on its way to your mouth when Giala says, “That shiny one over there might be a real issue though.”

It couldn’t be. You turn your head- it is. 

The armored stranger from earlier is standing by the bar. He’s obviously not there for a drink, too rigid and hands practically gripping the edge of the bartop. He’s scanning the room and once again locks glares with you, but the spell is quickly broken by Giala blocking the view when she crouches down in front of you. 

“I overheard someone say there was a bounty hunter sniffing around. Wouldn’t you think it’s him, just by the look of him?” Her eyes look at you eagerly and you peer around her again to study the figure. He’s looking back down at something in his hand. Something red and flashing, the reflection showing on his visor and it clicks for you.

“He’s a Mandalorian. I think. Supposedly some of the most feared warriors in the galaxy,” Something stirs within you that’s not quite fear, however. “Do you still work for that sleazeball manager?”

You look back toward her but before she can even get a sound out, shots are ringing out through the cantina. You thank the stars that you got your usual booth today, as you hit the ground and drag your friend under the table with you. She’s whimpering and covering her face, but you’re carefully watching the running feet from your position. 

Once the shots cease, which doesn’t take long, you hold just a bit longer. You can’t see anyone moving anymore, so you lean slowly towards the edge of the table for a better vantage point. You hear a few clicks and shuffling movements and when your head is out far enough, you see him again, arranging the cantina owner to drag him out by the cuffs on his wrist. 

A few other people are cowering under their tables, and there’s some scorch marks on the walls, but it doesn’t appear that anyone’s actually hurt. Well, except for the scumbag the Mandalorian’s got cuffed, but the groans he’s making give away his survival. 

The Mandalorian’s about to leave but he scans the room again, and, for what you hope isn’t the last time, meets your gaze. He nods- at you, you think? You hope- and leaves. For as intriguing as he was, suddenly you’re hoping that maybe he doesn’t pay your shop a visit.

___

Of course, he does. Well, not exactly, but just about a week later, you’re stood in front of the shop again and you spot the Mandalorian on your street again. Your stomach does a flip, partially out of fear that you might be the next one in cuffs, and partially at the thought that you might not be entirely opposed to that. 

He seems to be just as focused as the first time you saw him, but oh, how wrong you are. You’re staring again, you realize, because his helmet turns towards you, and your stomach is flipping again because now he’s making his way towards me, oh Maker, please tell me I didn’t commit some heinous crime in my sleep that placed a thousand credit bounty on your head and-

“Excuse me.” 

You snap out of your spiral at the sound of his voice, a lovely, deep, gravelly voice- 

“You work here.”

Fuck, you’ve gotta stop getting lost in your thoughts. He asked you a question. Except- he didn’t?

“Yes?” You manage to make your voice sound somewhat normal, if a bit higher pitched than usual.

“I assume you see a lot of people that go by,” he says and shit, it’s more than a little intimidating to have his attention on you. He’s fully facing you this time, only an arm’s length away. His hands are just resting by his sides, but the sheer amount of weaponry you see on him is not usual, even for this planet. 

“You’re not here to arrest my boss, are you?” you blurt out and already you’re regretting it. He tilts his head at you and it’s almost adorable, making you think of a confused loth-cat. 

“I don’t think so. I’m looking for this man. I’m told he frequents this area, and I’ve seen you out here every time I pass by,” he takes out a device that lights up with a hologram of a scruffy-looking human. Sure, you’ve seen him before, but wait- every time he’s passed by? As in more than once?

“I thought you found your bounty when you shot up the cantina last week,” and you reprimand yourself again mentally. Sure enough, he doesn’t seem happy with your phrasing when he shifts to cross his arms.

“Sorry- ‘shot up’ is a bit much. I just meant- I don’t always see that kind of… excitement around here. And we don’t exactly get a lot of folks who look like you either. So it’s a bit strange seeing you back so soon. W-why are you back again?” you’re babbling, and you know it. 

He doesn’t need to answer the question and yet he does, “I was completing a job and now I’m here for another one,” he lifts up the hologram again, “Do you know this man?”

“‘Know’ is a strong word. Have I seen him? Of course,” and you go on to describe how he often slinks around, a pickpocket who preys on the unsuspecting tourists of the area. You babble on far too long with a description of the habits you’ve picked up merely by observing, his full attention overwhelming you into running your mouth. 

“Thank you,” the Mandalorian says, when you finally finish. He tucks away the hologram device but he stays standing there for another second, just looking at you. Waiting for what, you’re not sure. He’s already asked what he needs for you. Maybe he would have said something, but you beat him to it. 

“Would you like a flower?” You curse yourself internally, you really just say the stupidest shit when you’re flustered. He’s still just standing there, fuck, fuck, please respond-

“I don’t- I don’t need a flower,” he says, hesitantly. 

You scramble through your basket for the right bloom, something not overly feminine, something that would fit his personality, something that’s not already dying and there-

“Here,” you thrust your hand out awkwardly at him, “just take it. A-as thanks.”

He cocks his head again, as if confused. “For what? I was the one seeking information.” 

“For getting rid of that asshole. In the cantina? He was a real scumbag and treated my friend like shit. I don’t know what kind of price was on his head, and I don’t know what you did with him, but the planet’s better without him. So thanks for that… you, uh, did a good job.”

He stays silent this time and Maker, that blank stare just pierced right through you. Before you lose your nerve, you reach out and wedge the stem in an empty slot of his bandolier. It looks almost silly, on a man so threatening but also fits in a strange sort of way. The spray of light blue blends quite nicely with the rest of his ensemble and the small buds don't actually attract too much attention. It reflects on his chest plate and you let yourself admire him for another moment. 

“Thank you,” he finally says, interrupting your unashamed ogling. “For your time and your token.”

“Anytime, Mandalorian.” The grin comes easily to your face.

He turns to leave but not before studying you for another moment and saying, “May our paths cross again someday.”

You watch him walk away and wonder if he really means it.

——————

[lazinesswrites]

Hello there! Look at this, two fills in a day, maybe I'll catch up after all! Here's day three: Cloak, from this Star Wars 'tober prompt list by @dankfarrikdrabbles & @fanfoolishness. Have a tiny thing of pre-relationship CodyWan. (Cody is so done with the Generals dropping their stuff everywhere, but at least his General looks good doing it.) Title for this one is Are you picking up what I'm putting down? and because it's so short, I'm just putting the whole thing here, but you can also read it on Ao3.

Cody finds the General’s cloak on the ground, marking the epicenter of the battle. Typical. He’ll admit he doesn’t quite understand why the Jedi bother with the cloaks anymore – surely, the Jedi cloaks are already know to every person from Coruscant to the edges of explored space, and possibly a few beyond. Maybe that’s part of the whole Force-osik thing. They wear the cloaks; people forget they’re Jedi. Or that Jedi can be dangerous, anyway.

Cody can get behind the theatricality of it all though. The dramatic cloak drop has its purpose. He just wishes the General would remember to pick up the damn cloak afterwards.

It’s alright though. Cody’s got it. Gives him an excuse to go find the General in his quarters, too, check up on him properly. He said he was fine when they talked over comms briefly, to confirm the victory and coordinate clean-up, but Cody knows his General.

---

“Ah, thank you, Commander,” Kenobi says when Cody hands him the cloak, in the door to his quarters back on the ship. He’s in some of his lighter tunics now; fresh from the sonic, by the look of his poofy-ruffled hair. Not hiding any injuries as far as Cody can tell. “I completely forgot that in the rush of things.”

“Of course, Sir.”

“Have you written your reports yet?” Kenobi asks, then continues before Cody has a chance to respond, “Of course you haven’t, you’ve just gotten back. Say, why don’t you grab a shower and I’ll get us both some food; we can work on them together over dinner? I’ll put on some tea, too.”

“Of course, Sir, thank you,” Cody says, because he would like that and because it’s the safe thing to say. Then, because Cody has always been a bit of an asshole, and he knows Kenobi delights in it when he lets it show: “Try not to forget the food in the rush of the mess, Sir.”

[sonofthedunes]

hey hi it’s christina alexlifesonofficial, finally admitting how down bad i truly am for luke skywalker. let’s lay down some guidelines, shall we?

this blog will contain explicit material, either written by myself or reblogged. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

if you need certain words/concepts tagged, please do not hesitate to let me know

NO FOLLOWERS UNDER 18. if you are underage, or your age is not listed on your blog, you will be blocked

all fics/headcanons/imagines written by myself will feature AFAB characters. i do not write male luke ships (if you do that’s fine, they’re just not my thing)

i love hearing from fellow luke stans! my askbox is always open, so feel free to send me headcanons, requests, feedback or questions. that being said, i may choose not to respond to certain asks for any reason, and requests may take a long time to be filled or not filled at all.

if you ever want to write/draw something based on my work, you’re more than welcome to! i only asked to be properly credited

a list of my one-shots and imagines can be found under the cut

i think that’s it! i hope you enjoy what you find here, and may the twin suns light your way ☀️☀️

ONE-SHOT FICS

who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand? - post-esb comfort and fingering, luke/reader

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses - post-anh (mostly). luke searches for the answer to a very important question. featuring my oc andrie mykarrah.

the last of life, for which the first was made - various time periods, from pre-anh to post-tros. a collection of drabbles exploring five of luke’s birthdays. featuring my oc andrie mykarrah.

whispers of the heart, echoes of the mind - post-anh. quiet reassurance and heartfelt promises in the middle of the night. featuring my oc andrie mykarrah.

this gentle art - unspecified time period. luke indulges in fantasies of a special lady while “polishing his saber.” luke/reader (or luke/your oc, depending on your mood)

a mock-up of reason and order - two years before tfa. just what DOES a jedi master in exile do during the day? a recently unearthed diary entry has the tea. no pairing

remembrance and reflection - two thousand years after the battle of yavin. a young child on coruscant observe statues of our heroes and reflects on their legacies. brief mention of han/leia

it takes two flints to make a fire - post-rotj, just before the mando season 2 finale. on ossus, the jedi temple is just beginning to take shape—and the student manages to teach her master a thing or two. featuring my oc andrie mykarrah.

IMAGINES

misc dilf luke headcanons

warming up luke on hoth

dilf luke and compliments

tempting dilf luke with your tits

pulling dilf luke’s hair/beard

luke realizes just how big certain parts of him are

subby dilf luke

dilf luke having a crisis while being kissed

taking a bath with luke

pussy so good it restores dilf luke’s will to live

luke seeing you in lingerie

luke sees god (boobs) for the first time

luke eating pussy

luke discovers nipple piercings

dilf luke is snippy with you but makes up for it

what pet name(s) does dilf luke like?

younger luke vs. dilf luke, sex wise

ambidexterity

winning dilf luke over and thus saving the universe

luke misses flight drills for a most unfortunate reason

The Pegging Ask

luke and his dagobah glow-up

a treatise on what makes esb luke so attractive

poor little bullied wormie :(

giving luke a surprise smack on the ass

dilf luke winking at you

luke skywalker, the bisexual with a secret dating history

defeating the first order with swag and fashion

jedi sugar baby?

making dilf luke laugh

how luke would be with a shy and quiet s/o

dilf luke joins the resistance and gets a crush

jedi sugar baby part 2

thoughts on sith luke

pussy so good it turns sith luke back to the light (maybe)

afterglow/pillow talk with luke

sweet dilf luke

extremely gentle and tender luke

gnawing on dilf luke’s mechanical hand (no really)

how dilf luke would be with a younger/inexperienced partner

pondering how obscenely powerful dilf luke actually is

how dilf luke “pounds puss”

dilf luke gets a blowjob

learning to take luke

dilf luke gets mistaken for reader’s dad

does luke takes risks?

some dirty secrets

when dilf luke pops off just a bit too fast

luke using his first language in bed

my filthiest luke thoughts. sorry

random cute anh headcanons

seeing off luke with a bang (but in a sappy way)

luke offers you massages

luke being unafraid of the dark as a kid

soft and tender moments with dilf luke

ANDRIE MYKARRAH (MY STAR WARS OC)

intro post

what kind of animal would andrie be?

where does andrie feel safest?

an overview of the luke/andrie relationship

spicy headcanons

fluffy headcanons

andrie and the elements

angsty headcanons pt. 1

why does andrie join the rebellion and what does she do?

angsty headcanons pt. 2

andrie’s favorite foods

andrie and luke’s favorite + least favorite things about each other

would andrie eat luke to survive (theoretically)?

does andrie have any fantasies she’d never ask luke to partake in?

do luke and andrie have pets?

andrie learns to shoot good

how andrie picked the temple location on ossus

andrie and her anger

andrie (and luke) and cooking

the in-universe origin of andrie’s name

being friends in mos eisley

what lightsaber form does andrie use?

[high-fantasy-sw]

Heroforge- Clone Comparisons!

So. For those of you who don't know. This whole AU actually started with me giving into my brainrot and deciding (wisely or not) to recreate the entire cast of The Clone Wars (2008) on Heroforge. Obviously, I had to make the Clones first. This isn't all of them- that would take ages- and this isn't even all the Clones I plan to make (I still need to make Grey, Gree, and Gregor). But still, I hope you enjoy!

I'm gonna tag you because I know you'll want to see this: @whyoneartheven @majorproblems77 @anime-obsessed

The 501st

Rex, ARC Captain of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Dual Crossbows, to mimic his dual pistols. It's fantasy don't ask how it works.)

Fives, ARC Legionary of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Morningstar Flail)

Echo, ARC Legionary of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Kusarigama. Also this is specifically pre-bad batch Echo- when I watch TBB I'll make all of them, don't worry :) )

Jesse, ARC Legionary of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Claymore. Also I apologize for the quality of his tattoo. I had to draw it by hand and couldn't make it look right :( )

Kix, Medic of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Dagger, but as the medic he sees combat much less than his brothers)

Hardcase, of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Hand Cannon. Once again, it's fantasy, don't ask how it works.)

Tup, of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Metal-studded Quarterstaff)

Dogma, of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Crossbow. I was inspired by that scene where he shoots Krell. Don't worry he doesn't always look that devastated.)

The 212th

Cody, Marshal Commander of the 212th Battallion (Weapon: Halberd)

Waxer, of the 212th Battalion (Weapon: Longbow)

Boil, of the 212th Battalion (Weapon: Spear. He also uses it like a quarterstaff.)

Assorted

Wolffe, Commander of the 104th Squadron (Weapon: Battleaxe)

Bly, ARC Commander of General Secura's Forces (Weapon: Dual swords; they're not enchanted Jedi Lightsabers, but there may or may not have been several times where he's had to use his wife's Aayla's. Also if anyone could tell me her troops' designation, I'd be eternally grateful.)

Fox, Marshal Commander of the Coruscant Guard (Weapon: Nominally? A short sword. But, being stationed on Coruscant, mostly he just stands around holding Senatorial banners for Palpatine. It's a job he hates.)

Hevy, of the Rishi Moon Sentry (Weapon: Battle Hammer. Notice that his armor is only white, because he died before he could be assigned to a unit with its own color. Also he is a force ghost. Because I refuse to believe that only Jedi become force ghosts. Everyone has a soul, people.)

Anyway! As always, let me know if you have any questions or comments- I LOVE to hear them! I think next I'm going to do the Jedi. :)

[tiredassmage]

swtor secret santa 2023

Happy Life Day @sheyshen! I got to be your Secret Santa this year! <3 I hope the holidays were kind and the new year brings you good energy!

There was so many delightful opportunities provided in your requests, half of my battle with this was choosing what to do! Finally settled on the chance to write a nice little pre-trip holiday moment for Ava and Jonas; I hope I've done them some justice and you enjoy! <3

~x~

Ava eyed the recipe laid out on her counter, carefully propped against the wall so she could see it over the arrangement of ingredients and supplies. This one had been fine-tuned over several years of family gatherings on Coruscant - handwritten as a testament to both care and age, a few pages pockmarked with notations of variations tried because of a different ingredient appearing in one of the markets or a hand that had been a bit overeager on the pouring and whisking here or there.

Usually, she’d like to wait and their mother’s kitchen on Coruscant would be packed tight with the kind of warmth and laughter that’d make any baked delights all the better - the “secret ingredient,” as it were. It was the kind of thing you’d move hyperlanes for, no matter how increasingly difficult the galaxy seemed intent on making that feel.

She frowned slightly and squinted down at the page, trying to discern a scratched measurement. It might be tighter this year, given everything. Frankly, she’d count it one of her miracles that herself or Jonas were free for any period of the holiday season.

She had briefly interrogated Jonas with a suspiciously quirked brow and an amused slant to her lips. She couldn’t entirely pass up the suspicion his quick smirk and easy lines about it being far too long since he’d last seen her ‘in her element’ weren’t to blame for some level of it.

For most, it was probably easier to imagine Jonas Balkar cutting deals with that sly tongue of his to get out of paperwork and reporting than saddling himself with more of it, but… Jonas wasn’t the most subtle creature she’d met. She could recall at least a fair handful of times such a moniker for the fellow spy may have made her roll her eyes.

That frown of concentration deepened a bit as a comm ring threatened to interrupt her careful mix of ingredients. A part of her nearly sighed instinctively; the odds that it was work related were historically not exactly in her favor and such interruptions had been almost suspiciously lacking over the last several days she’d been able to spend on last-minute shopping and packing for the still-hopeful trip back to Coruscant. Assuming this wasn’t such an interruption-

She brushed her hands through a towel quickly before reaching to answer the call. Eyeing the ID couldn’t bring anything but a smile to her lips. “Hey, stranger.”

“Stranger?” Jonas huffed in mock-offense, “And here I was hoping you might’ve been thinking of me. I wasn’t gone that long, was I?”

“Hmm,” Ava considered for a moment, feigning putting quite a bit of thought into the matter. “I don’t know… You’re the elusive type, after all. Maybe I thought you disappeared into some Mid-Rim sunset, never to be heard of again.”

Jonas shrugged. “Don’t try too hard to make it sound romantic now,” he teased. That lopsided teasing grin had been historically exasperating, but now..? Ava struggled to suppress a giggle. “Say though, you wouldn’t happen to be home, now, would you?”

Ava’s eyes narrowed as she paused, whisk in hand. “You’re up to something.”

“Can’t a guy earnestly inquire about his darling?”

“Jonas.” Ava cocked her head pointedly, a grin starting to struggle against the pseudo-interrogation.

“Well, you could at least let a guy in,” he said. “You know, it’s quite cold in some parts of the galaxy this time of year.”

“What?” She blinked in surprise.

“Answer the door, silly!” Jonas laughed.

And he was still chuckling when Ava found him at her door, a gloved hand over his mouth doing a poor job of masking that grin of his. “Really?!” she said, “You called? To answer the door.”

Another barely-contained laugh shook his shoulders. “All worth it to see the look on your face,” he said. Then, with a fairly theatrical flair, he offered a half-bow. “‘Honey, I’m home?’ better suit you?” Ava rolled her eyes and gave a tug on his arm to pull him inside. “Fret not,” he soothed, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, “I haven’t come empty-handed.”

“Who exactly did you bribe to get both of us free?” Ava questioned.

Jonas held up a free hand with a single finger raised. “Ah, ah,” he scolded lightly, “I haven’t even played my whole hand yet.” Another grin appeared as his other hand came back out of his jacket with his datapad. “For you, my dear.”

Ava’s nose crinkled and leaned back against the counter as she took it from him. “If this is reports you’ve dodged filing-”

“Now, now, that wouldn’t be such a merry way to spend the holidays.” He nodded again to the screen. “Go on. It isn’t going to be the season forever.”

Ava shook her head and checked what he’d left pulled up on the screen: ticket confirmations.

For Coruscant.

For both of them.

“Jonas!” Her eyes went wide. She tucked the datapad tight against her chest. “Who did you bribe for this?”

“Bribery?” Jonas shrugged. Only a kitten could match that kind of mischievous innocence in that crooked smile and glinting eyes. “I’ve not the faintest clue what you could possibly be suggesting of my fine character.”

She elbowed his arm. “Not to accuse you of modesty,” she teased as he huffed again, “but… thank you. I know the kind of work you dodged for both of us.”

“‘Dodging’ isn’t quite the word I’d use for it,” he grumbled lightly.

Ava giggled, “You know what I mean.” She checked his datapad again. “Well, we better get packing, I guess.” She elbowed him again, a bit sharper. “And just when I’d started another batch.”

“I’m sure I know a few other favors to take some along,” Jonas said with another smile. “C’mon then, I'll help you. They certainly don’t make themselves.”

“I do know where they tend to disappear.” She handed his datapad back over and tugged at his jacket. “You could at least make yourself comfortable. Look like you’ll stay awhile.”

Jonas rolled his eyes playfully and stepped out of the kitchen to hang it up. “Just long enough. We’ll have a flight to catch in a few days.”

[thechaoticfanartist]

Before The Storm

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Chancellor Palpatine has been captured by General Grievous. As Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi rush to his rescue, Grim Kennet fears for the outcome. She knows more than anyone how much rests on the upcoming battle.

Character(s): Grim Kennet (OC), Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Relationship(s): Grim Kennet & Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Grim Kennet

Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Pre-Star Wars: Revenge Of The Sith, Hurt/Comfort,

Note: For @occreatorexchange prompt bingo fill "missing scenes"

Read On A03

Palpatine had been captured. Revenge of the Sith had begun.

Well, not yet. They were still on their way to Coruscant. But knowing that this was the beginning of the end was enough for Grim.

While Obi-Wan and Anakin discussed battle plans and strategy to rescue the Chancellor, Grim went off on her own to find a space where she wouldn’t bother anyone. Finding this place she ignited her lightsaber beginning to train. She didn’t work on more simple moves either, she practiced some of the most complex moves she knew of.

This had become a standard routine. Whenever Grim was stressed she would lose herself in lightsaber practice. It had become part of how she had quickly learned and become skilled with her lightsaber combat, even enough to hold her own against Sith Lords, even if she had lost those fights. Although these training sessions often left her exhausted and overworked.

Grim had always dealt with anxiety for the future. She knew what was to come and did everything in her power to change the events. Except now Revenge of the Sith had started and she didn’t know if she had changed anything for it, and it might be too late to do so now.

Obi-Wan and Anakin were discussing a plan when they noticed that Grim was not with them. Obi-Wan frowned remembering how worried Grim had looked when he had told her the news. She was always worried about something, but he had never seen her as worried as she had been then.

“Have you seen Grim?” Obi-Wan asked Anakin.

“I think I saw her run off to be alone somewhere,” Anakin admitted.

He sighed. She was training again. He had noticed that it had become a coping strategy for her when she was stressed, although he had tried to get her to take up meditating more instead. She would not listen to him and continued to overwork herself to distract herself. “I should probably talk with her,” said Obi-Wan. He did not need his Padawan to overwork herself right before a battle.

“I’ll go with you, Grim has seemed to be stressed a lot lately,” said Anakin.

“She has. There’s been a lot on her mind I think, but she won’t talk to me about it. A lot like another Padawan I once had.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “I was not that bad.”

“No,” agreed Obi-Wan. “You were worse.”

“Hey!”

The two Jedi found Grim and just as Obi-Wan had thought she was training to distract herself from her emotions. They stood there for a moment watching Grim before Obi-Wan decided to alert her of their presence. “Grim,” he said.

At her name she turned around and Obi-Wan and Anakin saw that she had been crying too. Grim deactivated her lightsaber and clipped it back to her belt before wiping away her tears. “Yes, Master?”

“Are you okay, Tiny?” Anakin asked her.

“Yep,” said Grim, sounding as stressed as she was.

“You don’t sound okay,” said Anakin.

“Are you stressed?” Obi-Wan asked.

“No, what gave you that idea?” Grim asked, rolling her eyes. She knew Obi-Wan could tell she was stressed, Anakin too.

Obi-Wan sighed. “Grim, we’re worried about you. You’ve been stressed a lot lately, Anakin and I have both noticed.”

“Well the Chancellor has just been captured by General Grievous of course I’m fucking stressed!” snapped Grim. “I bet the two of you are as well! I mean the entire future of the galaxy can depend on us and this mission! Am I not supposed to be stressed about that?”

“You’re allowed to feel however you want, but you shouldn’t overwork yourself,” Obi-Wan told her.

“And definitely not right before a mission like this,” Anakin agreed.

Grim sighed, frustrated and still so very stressed. “Maybe you’re right, but this- everything depends on us.”

“Not everything, Tiny. Just the whole Republic.”

“Oh yeah, no pressure at all. Just the entire Republic.” Grim rolled her eyes.

Anakin had no idea that everything really did boil down to this. All three of them. Their choices could change everything or keep it all the same, and the entire galaxy would feel the repercussions good or bad. Anakin’s choices most of all.

Anakin tried to give Grim a playful smile but he was worried too, and she understood.

“Maybe we should discuss this,” Obi-Wan suggested.

“Discuss what?” Grim asked.

“Our stress. You’re not the only one who is worried, Grim,” he said. “Maybe if all three of us talk about what we’re worried about-”

“No,” Grim and Anakin both said. Neither one of them were willing to share their concerns with the others.

Obi-Wan sighed, both his Padawans were so stubborn and they would never communicate with him when he tried to help them. “It was just a suggestion.”

“We should go over how we’re going to rescue the Chancellor again,” Anakin suggested.

“That’s hard to do when we don’t know what to expect,” Obi-Wan pointed out. “We’ve already gone over some plans-”

“Yeah, but Tiny wasn’t there. She should know the plans.”

“Kick Sep butt, save the day, get back home,” said Grim, rolling her eyes. “I know the plan, same as always isn’t it?”

“This is a rescue mission so the goal is to get the Chancellor back to Coruscant safely, not destroying as many droids as possible,” Obi-Wan reminded her.

“Who said I can’t do both? Whoever turns the most clankers into scrap wins.”

Anakin grinned, the challenge reminded him of old times with Ahsoka. He chuckled a little. “You sound like Snips, Tiny.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “She sounds like you, Anakin.”

Grim couldn’t help but laugh. “How dare you suggest I sound like Skywalker, Master.” She joked.

“What’s wrong with sounding like me?”

“Do you want a list?” Grim asked.

“Hey!”

Obi-Wan shook his head with a small smile. “You two seem to be in better spirits at least.”

Grim’s smile fell. “Oh no, far from it Master. Just trying to ignore it.”

“Well you can’t just ignore your fear, Padawan.”

“I know. I think I’m going to meditate now. Maybe you’re right and it will do better than just training.”

“I’m glad to see you taking my advice. Just don’t miss the mission briefing.”

Grim gave a lazy playful salute. “Of course not, General.”

Obi-Wan shook his head with a smile. He and Anakin left to prepare for the upcoming battle.

Grim sat down and crossed her legs. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing first and then sinking into the Force.

Grim could see the light. She never truly saw the dark of the Force. She saw an absence of light. In the galaxy there was lots of light. Some brighter than others. On this very ship there was this.

The clones were there. Unique in the Force. Grim was able to tell each one of them apart.

Anakin was there. His light bright and dull at the same time whilst flickering in and out. On the edge of darkness, although the flickering was slow. More akin to seeing a visual of deep breathing with the pace. The Padawan wondered how long his light would last. If it was a dying flame she could not save.

Obi-Wan was there. His light was a beacon of it. He was the light. Bathed in it. To Grim it seemed as if the dark could never touch him. Obi-Wan was the brightest star in the galaxy to her. Matched only by Yoda who was as bright and strong as a sun.

Grim reached out further. Trying to reach towards where this battle was led. The feeling there was strange. There was the bright light of the Temple and all the people in it. The light of the regular people of the world. Then the missing void in the space above the planet. Most times there was light above the planet but Grim felt nothing…well almost nothing. She felt some of the living people in Grievous’ fleet as well as a little for Grievous himself. But the droids were nothing, and so were the Sith.

She couldn’t rescue Palpatine, saving him kills the Jedi. Grim knew this, but she also knew she couldn’t just directly kill the Chancellor in cold blood. Not only would that be treason it would reflect horribly on Obi-Wan and she couldn’t have that. But she couldn’t let him live either. She needed a way to be more discreet. She needed a plan.

The Padawan knew this mission was dangerous. With the right cover she could frame his death as an accident. She remembered the scene where Anakin and Palpatine were running through the empty elevator shaft before the ship was righted and they almost fell. If Grim could cause Palpatine to fall in that scene, well nobody would blame her.

It would be the perfect cover. She just had to wait.

Her plan relied on Palpatine’s for as much as she hated it. She just had to alter things. She could do that. She’s done it before.

She smiled a little. A plan in mind. She could save the Jedi. She had to. If she didn’t then everything she had done would be for nothing. She would not accept that.

Grim focused on the Force for a little longer. Keeping her mind on the light.

Her comm beeped. “Grim, you’re going to miss the briefing,” came Obi-Wan’s voice.

Grim’s eyes fluttered open. “Sorry Master, I’ll be there shortly.” She jumped up and ran to the war room, using the Force to boost her speed.

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Cody were standing at the holotable waiting for her. Grim slid to a halt, before she hit the table. “I’m here.”

“That was fast,” said Obi-Wan.

“Didn’t want to miss it,” she replied. She went and stood in her usual spot between Obi-Wan and Cody.

“From what the Council has informed me, Chancellor Palpatine is somewhere aboard ‘The Invisible Hand,’ we should expect large resistance from the Separatist fleet.” Obi-Wan said.

“They will be trying to escape so we need to keep them above Coruscant until the Chancellor is safely rescued,” added Anakin.

Grievous wouldn’t be trying too hard to leave. Sidious and Dooku would make sure things worked out to keep them there. Grim, Obi-Wan, and Anakin were heading straight for a trap that only the Padawan was aware of. That’s when the thought occurred to her that Palpatine might have planned something for her as well. She was filled with dread for a moment. What would he have planned? He kept her alive for a reason. Unless that was too big of a risk now. She shook the idea out of her head. She couldn’t get distracted like this.

“Grim?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Hm?” Grim asked.

“You were lost in your thoughts.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“What’s bothering you this badly?” Anakin asked.

“Yeah kid, we’ve all seen you stressed before but never like this,” Cody added.

“A lot counts on us is all,” she said, waving away her concerned friends.

“And it has before, and yet you were never as worried as this,” Obi-Wan said.

Grim bit the inside of her cheek. They really had all noticed. “We know the war depends on this. The future of the galaxy is at stake here, I’m just worried about that. I’ll be fine.”

None of them look convinced.

She sighed. “It's just a lot, okay? I promise there's nothing else.”

“Padawan, may we talk privately for a moment?” He asked her.

She hesitated. “Okay,” she sighed.

They walked together to an empty place in the ship, Obi-Wan leading her with a hand behind her back, resting on her shoulder. Once he was sure they were alone he turned to her. His face was cast in a shadow that seemed to reflect the seriousness of the situation. “Have you seen this before? You knew exactly what happened before I told you,” he said.

She looked at the ground, rather than looking at Obi-Wan. She wanted to tell him, but her concern would only make him worry more if he knew that she was scared of what she had seen take place.

“Grim?”

“I don't want to talk about this, I'm sorry Master. Rescuing the Chancellor is far more important than my feelings anyways.”

“Just don't let those feelings distract you, or control you. You must have a clear mind.”

“I know, Master. I promise you, I won't let my fear get the better of me.”

He hesitated for a moment. “Very well, I trust you. Let's go back to the briefing now, shall we?”

“Of course, Master.”

They walked back to the war room of the ship, where Anakin and Cody were still at the holotable. They seemed to have been having a conversation when the two came back in.

Grim didn't actually bother to pay too much attention to the briefing. She already knew everything, and she knew more details than the others. She knew she should warn of the trap that Dooku had set, and yet she remained silent.

If they knew of Dooku’s hand in this, they would be prepared for him. There was the chance that if they were prepared then perhaps Obi-Wan would stand a better chance against him. As much as Grim cared for her Master, in order for her plan to succeed he would have to be unconscious for it to work.

Nobody would approve of her plan. It was treasonous after all, but it was for a good reason. They would understand that in time. She had to be as subtle as possible, Palpatine's death had to be framed as an accident.

She knew of the risk she was taking. Everything she had done since appearing in Star Wars had been a risk. Every choice she had ever made led her to this. Here and now.

When they exited out of hyperspace everything would matter. Everything she had done. Everything she never did. All of it would matter. Reaching Coruscant was the beginning of the end.

As the ship prepared to enter realspace, the three Jedi rushed to the hangar. Their fighters awaited them. The battle awaited them.

Fate waited for them.

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[dapurinthos]

how attack of the clones is going in this fic, so far, going up the scale from 'this is fine' to 'this is fine (actually everything is on fire)':

lene kostana: the chillest. furthest from the action, has no idea what happened on coruscant, observing the red honeycomb zone. left padawan with jocasta nu to supervise. beginning to have a bad feeling about this. darth sidious: lightly alert for anything that could be a threat to his plans. has an ace up his sleeve that's going to cause problems for everyone except himself. kal skirata: apparently here, instead of being content with being passed a message. bribeable with snacks for his boys. may have been told 'i don't know. sit on him?' when asking 'how am i supposed to keep a jetii from doing something?' obi-wan kenobi: rumpled and confused. was sat upon by several of kal's boys (null-class arc troopers) so he wouldn't go to geonosis. did not get any uj cake. constant receptor of the 'i'm watching you' gesture from kal. anakin skywalker: has killed only three sand people! congratulations, anakin! you are the only one being fixed! qui-gon jinn: woken up from coma by anakin using the force like it's his livejournal c. 2002. without using a cut. has no idea what's been going on for the last decade. politely baffled. jocasta nu: is going to hunt darth tyranus for sport on eriadu. they allow that sort of thing there. darth tyranus: regretting several key life choices, most recently deciding to mind-probe araithana. currently dealing with 1) being shown how he dies, 2) being forcibly reminded of That Murder, 3) thinking his current guest-hostage also has visions. araithana pallopides: nebulous hostage, claimed as guest. moved all the moveable furniture in darth tyranus's geonosian tower by 3cm to the left and back. also regretting darth tyranus's life choices. unknowingly repeating sifo-dyas's exact last words before That Murder. and prom the geonosis accord meeting is tomorrow!

i'm going to go back to writing between the ice crypt trip and introducing anakin skywalker to pre-republic plays with a droid chorus, which concludes with:

The Chorus continues as a harried Knight Kenobi arrives and is promptly bullied into playing the Indrexu to Skywalker’s Xim, my Oziaf, and Aayla’s Xer, much to Master Windu’s sly amusement. By the end of our recitation, Aayla has decided that Xer is now haunting the play by heckling the patricidal Xim through mispronouncing his name on purpose, there’s an audience of nearly two dozen people, Master Windu has vanished back to his duties, and Betsy has never missed a line.

betsy (the chorus) is a b1 commander droid confiscated after the battle of naboo. betsy does not have a preferred gender other than 'it', has been reprogrammed by the temple's research and development department, and is now subject to many experiments to see how capable of learning it is.

[des8pudels8kern]

I wanted to figure out the Jedi: Clone Trooper ratio in the GAR (for how many clones might be Senate or the Troopers themselves consider a reasonable sacrifice to save/recover one tactically more valuable Jedi reasons), but checking the numbers on wookieepedia was like stepping into what you think is a balmy, warm bath but turns out to be boiling - I had to hurriedly pull back in order to not burn myself and don't think I can handle more than quickly skimming the surface.

There were ten thousand Jedi in the galaxy before the Clone Wars,[94] but many were killed during the conflict,[95]

That. That is not very helpful. The footnotes are referring to a book and a Clone Wars episode respectively, but I'm not going to track down and read an entire book in the hopes that they'll tell me is this number includes Service Corps members (are they or are they not considered Jedi? Either way, not trained to fight, not knights and not in the GAR), younglings (pre-Jedi, too young and untrained to fight, might go into the corps), Padawans (not fully trained knights, but do actually act as Jedi Commanders in the GAR), and any Knights/Masters too old to fight in a war, unfit due to physical limitations (individual ones or their species being too far from baseline human for them to be of use), simply unsuited for other reasons (they did learn how to handle a saber as padawans, but specialized as healers/archivists/etc and would need a) to be retrained to be effective in battle, and b) are essential in their current position anyway). So, how many trained, mission-ready and thus battle-ready Jedi were there who could independently lead clones into battle? Let's hand-wave it and say 5,000. Yes, i just randomly picked a number.

Then I looked at https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Grand_Army_of_the_Republic/Legends#Numbers, which made matters even worse. There is the commonly referred to number of 3,000,000 Clone Troopers:

In Guide to the Grand Army of the Republic and the novel Republic Commando: Triple Zero (both written by Karen Traviss, with Ryan Kaufman as co-author on the Guide…), there were 3,000,000 clones one year after the Battle of Geonosis.

This number tbh always strikes me as rather low considering the size of the Republic, the number of battlefields, the fact that the GAR is up against a droid army, i.e. an enemy that, unlike humans, does not need rest periods, and the general disregard for clone lives in the Senate, i.e. a general disregard for clone lives in the priorities and orders the GAR was given. It would also put us at 600 Clone Troopers per Jedi capable of independently leading a campaign, which would make for close Jedi-Trooper-relations, but also seems low to me.

There are also several other, greatly varying numbers thrown around, e.g.:

It is also possible that Lama Su did not intend the term "unit" to refer to an individual soldier. If a "unit" referred to a battalion of 576 troopers (as Lama Su spoke of later in Obi-Wan's visit), then 200,000 of these would render 115,200,000 clones and the 1,000,000 others spoken of as 576,000,000. This grand total of 691,200,000 would be far more suitable for the core of a galactic army. A "unit" being a 2,304-clone regiment, the largest military division classified as a unit instead of a formation, would amount to 2,764,800,000 clones. Furthermore, if a "unit" refers to a legion, the closest formation in size to a real-life British division of 15,000 men, the 1,200,000 units would have more than 18,000,000,000 clones, a truly "grand" army, suitable for defeating the huge numbers of droids under the Confederacy.

This is an entirely different ballpark. 3,000,000 clones would be a people, but a small people, and miniscule in comparison to the rest of the Republic. Berlin has more inhabitants. NYC has almost triple that. The populace of Coruscant is supposed to range in the trillions. 3,000,000 clones would be 0,0003% of even one trillion (1,000,000,000,000). Three million clones could simply disappear in the lower levels.

But 18,000,000,000? That's 1,8% of Coruscant's population. Enough to get the locals grumbling about those people.

Then again, it would also be 3,600,000 Troopers per Jedi, which would either have them so removed from each other that, once they are out of Kamino and the very real experience of their brothers dying starts to dilute the loyalty flashtraining brainwashed into them, most Troopers don't get what's supposed to be so special about the Jedi anyway, or consider their Jedi Generals precious magical unicorns, too rare to be endangered unduly, keep away from the battle at all costs. And, with that ratio, the GAR could consider it standard procedure to sacrifice several hundred thousand clones to preserve one Jedi.

Anyway, under https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Grand_Army_of_the_Republic/Legends#Command_structure_of_regular_forces I found:

Systems Army—2 Sector Armies (294,912 troopers) led by a High Jedi General (Jedi High Council Member).[18][4] Sector Army—4 corps (147,456 troopers) led by a Senior Jedi General (Jedi Master).[18][4] Corps/Division—4 legions (36,864 troopers) led by a Marshal Commander and a Jedi General (Jedi Knight or Master).[18][4] Legion/Brigade—4 regiments (9,216 troopers) led by a Senior Commander and a Jedi General (Jedi Knight).[18][4] Regiment—4 battalions (2,304 troopers) led by a Regimental Commander and a Jedi Commander (Jedi Padawan).[4] Battalion—4 companies (576 troopers) led by a Battalion Commander and a Major. Company—4 platoons (144 troopers) led by a Captain and a Lieutenant.[18][4]

Which, tbh, are nice, orderly numbers I can wrap my head around.

This would have Ghost Company be Obi-Wan and Cody's "personal" 144-men-company in their 576 Troopers strong 212th Attack Battalion, and there is one fully-trained Jedi per Legion of 9,216 Troopers. Something something High General, this would mean the Third Systems Army has 32 Jedi Generals (plus x Padawans).

Wookieepedia also tells me that a Venator-class Star Destroyer like the Negotiator had a crew of 7,400, which is three regiments, and carried 2,000 additional troops as passengers, i.e. not even a full regiment per Star Destroyer, so I have no idea how that works. And there would not even be one Jedi per Star Destroyer (so it's no wonder the Jedi, used to communal living and shared meditation, are isolated and lonely).

In conclusion, I do not understand anything. There could be a couple hundred Troopers per Jedi General, there could be a couple million. But also, there are about 10,000 per Jedi General.

[kayedium-writes]

Star Wars Sapphic Week (2023) Masterlist: (Updated 5/28/23)

Below, I've compiled all of the works I wrote for the 2023 event, with links to where they're posted on AO3, ratings, and summaries. All works are written for Sabedala! (Sabé/Padmé)

Day 1: First Kiss is a Kiss Goodbye

A Soft Goodbye. Rated G. Pre-Attack of the Clones.

Before they parted ways for Coruscant and Tatooine, Padmé and Sabé stole one last moment together.

Day 2: Battle Couple

Rebel, Rebel. Rated G. Canon Divergent AU.

One day, Sabé thinks, they'll learn how to stop running into blaster fire.

Day 3: Hand Kisses/Only One Bed

Certain About You. Rated M. Modern AU.

They have the worst boss in the world, they really do. One who can't even manage to book them a room with two beds in it for their business trip. But perhaps that won't be necessary for Padmé and Sabé after all?

Day 4: Hand Holding & Casual Touches

Every Five Years. Rated G. Canon Divergent AU.

From the time she was fourteen, Sabé had dreamt of how their lives might turn out.

Day 5: Best Friends to Lovers

Still in progress. Coming soon!

Day 6: Hurt/Comfort

Yours. Rated T. Canon Divergent AU, Post-Revenge of the Sith.

The Republic remains while Padmé's world crashes, leaving her few options better than returning to Naboo at Sabé's suggestion.

Day 7: Alternate Universe

Blended. Rated G. Modern AU.

It had taken years, but their family finally felt perfectly blended. At least Padmé thought so with Sabé's arms around her waist, watching her kids play with their dad and her parents, and thinking of Sabé's brothers busy in the backyard.