#says yes because mechanic anakin is being very suspicious

[tennessoui]

Anakin: I have a bad feeling in my stomach when I talk to this incredibly handsome man with pretty eyes and nice hair and a nice voice

Anakin: obviously he is a supervillain

superhero anakin is actually incredibly based for this i hate what having a crush does to me. all my crushes have been supervillains in disguise with the potential to be absolutely life-ruining

[piglet26]

Rey...A Mary Sue?

When it comes to the Star Wars fanbase.....Disney is the maker of many of their own problems. Disney has blown things out of proportion. They've attacked their own fanbase and then hidden behind that very slander to avoid criticism. They haven't honored the very audience they seek to make a lot of money from, not to mention the franchise. They've bounced around between visions trying to please everyone and then pleased no one.

However, the Star Wars fanbase is also to blame for many of their quarrels, grips and dissatisfactions with the franchise. Oh, you don't like the corporatized Disney sequels? Well I remember you didn't like the prequels which George Lucas actually did them. Disney sequels are too comedic? The movies would've been better if there was less humor? Well the prequels were too whiny, political and serious.

It's not enough that Disney films are more diverse, have a female lead and have more females on the production side..... unless those characters are saying, doing and being portrayed exactly how the fanbase would like.......then Disney is still misogynistic and racist.

Carrie Fisher, The Princess, faced sexism, ageism and body shaming from both Disney and the Star Wars fandom prior to returning for The Force Awakens. Since he passing obviously many people would like to forget about this or flat out bury it.

Carrie Fisher tells British Good Housekeeping that she was pressured to lose more than 35 pounds to reprise Princess Leia in The Force Awakens: “They don’t want to hire all of me — only about three-quarters! Nothing changes, it’s an appearance-driven thing. I’m in a business where the only thing that matters is weight and appearance."

She first donned that golden slave bikini when she was 27. Thirty years later, Carrie Fisher’s back as Leia in “Star Wars,” but apparently some viewers thought she’d look exactly the same. The 59-year-old actor was the unfortunate recipient of a barrage of hateful tweets from critics who felt the need to tell her she’s aged badly in the past three decades. She Tweeted, "Men don't age better than women, they're just allowed to age." Meanwhile, Harrison Ford looked old and Mark Hamill looked liked a drunk.

All of this is to say the question of whether or nor Rey is a Mary Sue isn't a simple one. While Disney LucasFilm didn't develop the character as well as they could have.... the audience largely had double standards. Rey, as a woman, had more work to do to win over an audience already suspicious of the feminization of Star Wars.

Let's address the criticism

Why does Rey seem so skilled?

Rey works for Unkar Plott scavenging. It would make sense she understands engineering and mechanics. She has to understand how things work, which parts are valuable and understand that about multiple forms of machinery. How does she fly? Just fly, not even combat fly. If in her introduction she was shown to be flying commercially maybe people would've let it go, I'm not sure. Luke and Anakin by contrast turn out to be expert pilots who fight in combat..... no one questioned a thing and one of them is a child. When she initially flies the Falcon she does an alright job and in the three sequels films we never see her fly in combat. Finn never learned how to fly!!!! He famously needed a pilot, yet, got a crash course in The Last Jedi enough to fly at the end against the First Order. She speaks droid, but all our protagonist in Star Wars do. Someone has to be able to understand them.

Rey has no flaws and she's so perfect.

No, actually she's not. Rey is extremely vulnerable, lonely and requires validation. She fears she's gonna be an old woman cleaning gear on Jakku, but she doesn't leave. The only character she really relates and connects to.... is the villain. Yes, she's likable and she's suppose to be because she's our protagonist. Who the hell finds fault with either the character or the production team for trying to make their main character likeable?! Other characters are attracted to her. It's important to note that most force users come off as charismatic, magical and attractive.

Does Rey have a personality?

Yes. Many people get held up on the fact that Rey seems to be bubbly and happy despite growing up in isolation in a tough environment. Initially, with Finn, she comes off pretty hostile and untrusting. It was only when she assumed he was resistance (something safe) and he went along with the assumption that she relaxed a bit. She responded with anger at him just grabbing her hand, but when he showed concern for her then she reciprocated. Neither Finn nor Rey have proper social development which explains why they latch onto one another. Not to mention both are outsiders thrown into pivotal roles without much concept on how to deal with those roles.

Rey is also very childlike. It's something Kylo Ren tries to push her out of. She waits around for her family for years. She licks plates and plays with the resistance helmet. She latches onto people. She latches onto Finn once she trust him. She latches onto Han perceiving him as an ideal father figure. When she forms a connection to Kylo Ren she latches onto him. She's loyal to the people and things she cares about. There were things that could have helped Rey become a fuller developed character. Rey can fight but we never learned WHY she learned how to fight. Has she been stolen from a lot? Has she been attacked? Was she trained? Rey was taken at a young age, what schooling did she receive? Did she just learn trade work? In the novels, her character is obviously developed more, but Lord! People really act like any oversight of character development was a feminist statement about perfection. In reality, it was a film trying to balance multiple characters in a 2.5 hour film.

Rey doesn't have any training and yet is so magical with the Force.

Rey is assisted by The Force. Force users can use the force with very little understanding of it or training. Anakin as a 9 year old is just winging it. So there's that. Now the first time she encounters Kylo Ren, she's terrified and running/shooting for her life. When he force freezes her she's helpless. When he puts her to sleep with the force, she has to be rescued by men.

Now this is the most important. Her bond with Kylo Ren is one of the reasons she's able to access more of and learn about the force. "A Force dyad, also known as a dyad in the Force, was when two Force-sensitive beings had a unique Force-bond—that was unbreakable—that made them one in the Force. The power of a dyad was as strong as life itself, with the individuals forming the dyad sharing a connection that spanned across time and space."

They don't play this up enough in the movies. In the novels it's clear that their minds bridge. She's able to access Kylo's mind from understanding how he accessed her mind. Their bond boost both of their strengths in the force. It's important to note that Rey's abilities actually terrify her.

Rey knows more about the Falcon than Han Solo.

She explained that Unkar Plott installed a compressor which Rey was aware of and both Han and Rey agreed put stress on the hyperdrive. After her assistance bypassing the compressor Han is firming in control of The Falcon.

She beat Kylo Ren at the end of the Force Awakens despite never holding a light saber.

Well, I agree with this one. Kylo Ren wasn't trying to kill her. He was sparring with him and testing her talents. If he wanted to kill her, there was a convenient cliff he could've pushed her over. He wants to train her and he wants her.

Daisy Ridley is a talented and charismatic actress.... she just isn't recognized for it. The fandom looks for flaws, weaknesses and reasons to complain. I don't want to take away anything from the males in Star Wars. I want them to be great. Honestly A Song of Fire and Ice is how I'd like to see more men and women written. Some are good, some are bad, some are great, some are horrific and all are flawed.

[phoenixyfriend]

SW Prequels "Watch Your Own Series" AU

Does anyone have any "characters watch their own series, things change" recs? Because right now I have a concept stuck in my head and I'm going to be very upset if it doesn't already, to some degree, exist.

Mostly I'm just imagining like

The Prequels group mid-TCW gets to watch The Prequels and possibly TCW08 and like YES everyone is horrified about baby murder 1.0, but then they watch baby murder two-point-oh with the revelation of Skeevy Sheev, and someone quietly comments in the vein of "that makes the timing of Shmi's capture very suspicious, do we have any way of finding out if it was deliberate?"

And Anakin leaves the room to enter a supply closet and just S C R E A M and Obi-Wan just quietly says "well at least the screaming is a better coping mechanism than murder." "he still--" "I know, Mace, I am grasping at straws here."

(What Prequels Group? IDK. Some Jedi and clones. It's happening in the Temple. Whoever I need for maximum controlled chaos.)

So I was discussing this on discord and @atagotiak asked:

Should they watch tcw before or after knowing Sheev is evil? Because he’s transparently pretty evil in tcw but all the same, there’s some plausible deniability most of the time I think he acts directly as a Sith once or twice but he usually has a mostly-face-obscuring hood That doesn’t hide his identity at all effectively but whatever

Aaaaaafter I think

Mostly for "I want people to have some sympathy for Anakin being transparently groomed for seven seasons" reasons, instead of seven seasons of everyone side-eyeing Anakin for being the transparently evil one, when Skeevy Sheev is right there.

I just want Reasons for Anakin to leave the room and scream every little bit as people quietly come to the conclusion that uhhhhhh he needs a mandatory psych hold until further notice, maybe

NGL there's the possibility of Anakin just like. When the council is debating what to do about Sidious because clearly he has backup plans and is a solid fighter, Anakin just escapes through a window and hunts the man down himself.

It's caught on camera and given that Anakin is like That and alone, everyone just kind of reads into it as a psychotic break manifesting in extreme violence due to war trauma (which it arguably is) and then the red sabers come out.

ANYWAY this is all an excuse to have Anakin screaming in a closet while everyone else in this situation just awkwardly looks at each other like "what do we do with the guy that killed babies? It wasn't in a region where there's any legal consequence but it's definitely something that needs repercussions but also we need him for this bullshit war that Skeevy Sheev cooked up, so like..."

"Should we... invite Senator Amidala? To whatever this is?" "Why?" "I mean she definitely has more of an influence on him than anyone else, so--"

OH SHIT

SHIT SHIT SHIT

There BETTER not be any clones in the room when they watch RotS. The order is given and suddenly people are shooting and Jedi are panicking but they've all been on edge since this bullshit started and there's more of them than there are clones, so what ends up happening is sudden sedation of the several clones in the room and "okay we gotta binge-watch this interquel series to figure out what the FUCK just happened and how to fix it."

Unfortunately, it doesn't come up for, what, five and a half seasons? They can't binge-watch all at once for that long unless there's time-warping happening, or it gets suspicious. If they spent twelve hours a day, every day, watching TCW (especially if you tossed in the '03) it’d still take way too long.

So...hm... ask Artoo to process all the video to find the relevant bits.

@purronronner informed me that this is cheating. So be it. They shall cheat!

(Well, or a data-processing droid of some sort.)

Tia asked:

Imagine how much R2 would swear while going through all of this Also is this before or after Hardeen? Also fun, pretty sure before Hardeen means before Maul

Let's go with before.

At least one person points out how stupidly pointless the entire thing is for ANY goal that isn't Getting Obi-Wan Killed and Ruining Anakin's Brain, now that they know Skeevy Sheev is the big bad and had GOALS about Anakin's mental health going kaput.

"THAT FUCKER'S A L I V E?????"

Tia: Oh, hey. Also a thought. The entire council finding out about Anakin’s marriage is, of course, bad for Anakin. You know what’s worse? The entire council finding out about the pear thing. Or the sand thing.

And

Purrs: fkdkkdkdkfkfkc not only did he have a romance, but he got a romance by doing THAT what the fuck, Skywalker the relationship means Code consequences, but the pear thing and the sand thing mean embarrassment forever

Killing babies results in therapy and removal from the field and people never bring it up unless absolutely necessary... but the sand monologue is grounds for eternal mockery.

The (remaining) Council members awkwardly shifting during the "you can't be a Jedi" conversation because like. They didn't KNOW he was a slave when they had that conversation, but presented like this, it's.... really obvious how it looked to bb Anakin.

The council: We didn't know you were a slave, we thought you'd just be going back to a loving family in safety.

Anakin: WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED.

Anakin is. Not correct.

(It was really Qui-Gon's fault for not mentioning it earlier.

ANYWAY

The absolute batshit response people would necessarily have to AotC as presented, because part of it, like, they're having fun watching Obi-Wan be confused as hell on Kamino (the clones in attendance are fondly despairing at how unprepared the Jedi actually are), and rolling their eyes at Anakin's deeply inept romance attempts, and then the horrifying Shmi death, and people are feeling sorry for Anakin because he held his mother as she died after what was clearly an extended period of time being tortured, etc....

And then he confesses to murder on screen, and the video is paused and people start yelling to get answers and demanding an explanation and so on, and otherwise being very "Anakin what the fuck" while Anakin himself is, as expected, freaking out and being very defensive,

And then the movie starts back up and everyone turns to see Ahsoka hit the button and she pauses it again and says "I just... it seems like the timing is a bit suspicious, right? Why was she kidnapped then? And--and Master's never been prone to visions before, so why about her this time? Why right as the war is starting and everyone's so high stress? Why now when he and Obi-Wan were separated? It just... I dunno, when I see it patched together with the clone stuff and how we don't know anything about what's going on there either, I just... I dunno. I was hoping if we kept going, a Sith would show up and start monologuing or something."

"..."

"Skyguy definitely did something wrong and I'm trying not to freak out about that, but also the timing is really sketchy, especially since I'm pretty sure Tuskens don't... usually do that? The torture bit, and killing that many people trying to retrieve the person."

Tia: If they don’t catch on that it’s sus in aotc, rots will give it some interesting perspective Like. Aotc alone isn’t too telling, but if his only other vision leads to that? I don’t think he ever has a vision in tcw anyways

[giggles-and-freckles]

hi abi!! <3 for the prompts, how about “You shouldn’t be this easy to carry.” with obi-wan to bby anakin?

13. “You shouldn’t be this easy to carry.” // (from these prompts)

“Oh, you’re...here,” Obi-Wan says, pausing at the doorway, but entering the room anyway. Anakin looks up from where he sits on the floor surrounded by droid parts. He pushes over-sized goggles up on top of his head.

“Yeah. I’m done with classes for the day.” He grumbles something else under his breath that sounds suspiciously like “thank the gods” but Obi-Wan ignores it.

“I just assumed you would be in the refectory.”

Anakin scrunches up his nose. “Why?”

“Because it’s dinner-time...and that’s where you eat...?”

“Oh,” Anakin says, pulling the goggles back down and focusing back on his droid. The tool in his hand lights up, a small fire on the end of it welding two pieces together. Obi-Wan holds back his nag about Anakin singeing the carpet. “I had breakfast.”

“No lunch?” Obi-Wan frowns.

“No. I had breakfast,” the boy repeats simply, squinting down at the droid.

Obi-Wan comes to sit on the sofa behind Anakin, watching the boy work. “What do you mean? You...you only ate breakfast?”

“Today, yeah.”

Obi-Wan huffs. “Anakin, you can’t do that. Just because you want to come back here and work on your…” He regards the array of droid bits with a thinly-veiled grimace. “...droids...doesn’t mean you can skip meals. That’s not good for you.”

Anakin looks up at Obi-Wan in confusion. “I didn’t. I told you, Obi — I had breakfast today.”

“But no lunch? Dinner? That’s —”

“I did dinner yesterday,” Anakin says, returning to his droid.

“You did…” Obi-Wan begins to echo his padawan, but stops mid-sentence. A potential reality drops on top of it with a start. “Anakin. Anakin, pause your work and look at me.”

Anakin sighs in annoyance but obeys nonetheless. “What?” he whines.

“You only ate dinner yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“Padawan, how...how many meals a day do you eat?”

Anakin’s face screws up at this, like he’s irritated to have had to stop his work for a question as silly as this. “One,” he says simply.

“One?” Obi-Wan yelps.

“Why are you being weird? I —”

“Anakin!” the older jedi cries. “For the past two weeks, you’ve just...you’ve only been eating one meal?”

Anakin’s eyes widen as he takes in Obi-Wan’s expression. His bottom lip begins to quiver, interpreting Obi-Wan’s outburst as anger toward him. “I’m sorry. I —”

“No, no, Anakin,” he sighs, dropping down to the floor next to the boy. He rests a tentative hand on his shoulder and wonders if it’s normal to feel the bones of a nine-year-old with such distinction. “I’m not angry. I’m...I’m concerned. You’re a growing boy and...and you’ve only just got here. Why are you only eating one meal a day?”

Anakin doesn’t look at ease just yet, but he manages an answer. “Thought...thought I was supposed to,” he mumbles. “On Tatooine, I’d...that’s —”

“You only ate once a day?” Obi-Wan asks incredulously.

Immediately, red colours Anakin’s cheeks. Flushes of embarrassment. Obi-Wan mentally kicks himself.

“No, it’s all right. I just...I didn’t know that. I apologise, Anakin. I assumed you understood how mealtimes work here. We...eat three times a day. A morning, mid-day, and early evening meal.”

“Every day?” Anakin asks in a small voice, not quite believing it.

“Every day.”

“But where do we get all the food? There are so many jedi here and —”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says gently, “most people around the galaxy eat three meals a day.”

“That’s not true,” Anakin says immediately, shaking his head. “Even Watto only ate once. Some of the Hutts ate twice a day, but...there’s not enough food on Tatooine for everyone to eat three times.”

For the first time, Obi-Wan considers this. One meal a day? Even two meals a day seems dismally insufficient. He can’t imagine an entire planet abiding by that norm. But as he thinks of the difficulties of the desert planet, he realises perhaps it is not so challenging a belief after all.

“On Coruscant, we eat three times. On occasion, on a long mission perhaps, rations may be shortened and sacrifices may need to be made, but...we almost always eat three times a day. Do you understand?”

Anakin nods.

“This is very important, padawan. With the amount of physical exertion you will be doing, you must have proper proteins and supplements. No skipping meals.”

“Yes, master,” Anakin says dutifully.

Obi-Wan goes to fetch dinner for both of them. They eat it on the floor of their shared quarters, Anakin babbling on about the mechanical process he was undergoing on the droid and Obi-Wan nodding along. The excuse to be silent is appreciated. The past weeks since Naboo have been gruelling.

Eventually, the waste of their meal lays among the droid bits on the floor around them. Anakin chatters on, hardly pausing to breathe until his eyes begin to droop. Obi-Wan asked if he was tired no less than ten times. The boy shook his head fervently every time and took a breath, apparently waking himself up and finding a new source of energy to prattle on for the next half-hour.

His fight against his own drowsiness only lasts so long. One moment, he’s describing the difference between a levy drill and a hingesaw and the next, his head is rolling onto Obi-Wan’s shoulders.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan prods, tilting his head to get a glimpse at the boy’s face. The response comes in the form of a shallow breath, labouring its way across Anakin’s chest. His mouth forms a small ‘o’. Completely asleep.

Obi-Wan sighs and shifts, moving his arms under Anakin’s shoulders and knees, pulling him up and off the floor. The boy’s face twitches at the movement but settles back into an expression of serenity within a moment.

“You shouldn’t be this easy to carry,” Obi-Wan murmurs, more to himself than to his padawan, as he makes his way into Anakin’s room. He gently deposits the boy onto the bed, not bothering with any of his clothes. Instead, he simply hits the lights and moves to leave.

“Obi?” a small voice stops him.

He hums in response, peering over his shoulder in the doorway.

“Thank you,” Anakin sighs, turning over in the bed to face the wall. “Gonna...gonna get strong like you.” He smacks his lips together as he falls victim to sleep again. “Promise.”

Obi-Wan allows a small smile to play across his lips — a rare sight these past weeks. “I have complete faith in you, Anakin.”

[piratesfromspace]

The Mechanic (Anakin/Reader)

Anakin Skywalker/Reader, Obi-Wan is also here

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut 18+, mechanical arm, Anakin is a little shit, dom/sub undertones, humiliation kink if you squint.

AFAB reader but gender-neutral pronouns MASTERLIST

“A… mechanic??”

“Yes, that’s what I am. A mechanic. The best in town. Isn’t it what you’re looking for?”

Obi-Wan scrunches his nose and turns to the poor clone trooper who had introduced you.

“Are you serious?” he asks in a whisper.

“Do you know how hard it is to find a biomechanics surgeon around here, General? That’s the best I could find.” the trooper seems really tired you notice.

Kenobi brings his hand on his chin, silently thinking for a few seconds.

“I guess they’ll do.”

---

And that’s how you’re recruited for a very special task. When you’re led to their temporary base just outside of town, you thought you were going to be asked to repair a secret-weapon, or some military speeder. Oh Maker were you wrong. 

You’re pushed inside of a medical ship, and instead of a speeder, you find yourself face to face with another jedi. He’s sitting on a table, his jedi robe badly torned, already pushed down and bunched on his hips, leaving his muscular torso entirely bare. You would have noticed his perfectly drawn abs if you weren’t distracted by his right arm. From his elbow down, it is entirely made of gold and black metal, with armored panels mimicking the size of his other regular arm, complete with what look like delicate fingers. A mechno-arm. You’ve never seen one quite like it. It must cost a small fortune, and it is definitely custom. But it’s also definitely wrecked.

“So, you’re the biomechanics expert?”

“Mechanic. Just a mechanic. But I know a thing or two about cybernetics.”

“Great.” He says with a cynical tone before making a pause, eyeing you down shamelessly for a tad too long, as you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow at his poor manners. He smirks at your reaction, and cocks his chin up before continuing. 

“Well, anyway, I’ll guide you, I know what’s going on with my arm, I just need a helping hand.”

He says that with a lot more confidence than what you would expect from someone his young age, almost condescending - but you can’t really be mad at him, considering the guy has the Force and looks like this. You would be insufferable as well. 

Sometimes life is unfair, you think, too bad he chose to become a warrior monk, because you wouldn’t mind tinkering with more than his arm.

You take a deep breath, and just get on with it, starting to work on his prosthetic, following his instructions. Even if he hasn’t all the correct vocabulary, the man actually knows what’s wrong with his arm, and you’re a little bit annoyed at the fact he was right. You would have gladly taught him a lesson, making his cocksure smirk and patronizing tone go away just for a second. Nonetheless, you listen to what he explains, and after a while, you realize you’re just executing his directions without second guessing him, lulled by his warm voice, scrunched over his mechanical arm, your face just inches away from his very human skin. 

After an hour, you’re done, and his fingers are back to life, the mechanism slightly buzzing while he lifts his hand to his face, watching with an honest smile as his movements resume. You’re watching as well, mesmerized by the way his metal fingers move with such great finesse. It’s almost surreal when you know the inhumane strength he could deploy thanks to the alloy ligaments, a deadly threat just lying under golden fingertips. 

Your gaze switches to his face, and you allow yourself to stare a little. He’s young but the toll of war is already showing, the kindness of his eyes hidden behind a steely veil, a scar running way too close from his right eye. His hair is a mess, long light-brownish locks with a few blond strands. His innocence is long gone, replaced by a mix of fierce resolve and cocky attitude. He’s handsome, you won’t lie to yourself. And his toned body matches his pretty face. Even the mechanical arm adds to his charm. You’re sure some would be repulsed by it, but you’re definitely not. You can’t stop wondering what it’s like for him when he touches something, when he touches someone. And you can’t stop wondering what it’s like to be touched by those fingers, to feel the smooth golden steel on your skin. Would it be warm? Or cold? 

You’re pulled out of your daydreaming by a cough. Anakin is now looking at you, and his knowing gaze is making you doubt if he’s reading your mind. There are many rumors about the powers jedi can have, and you suddenly blush at the realization he might actually be.

“Well, thanks, it works fine again.” he says with a falsely natural tone. “But I think I need to run just a few tests, you know, to make sure the sensation is back. Would you like to help me? I warn you, it can be a bit… overwhelming.” He says that as his mechanical hand grazes at your naked forearm, his self-confident grin back on his face, and you can’t miss the sexual undertone of his proposition. The feeling sends chills in your whole body, the metal of his fingertips is definitely cold — at least, for now. You’re a bit taken aback because you weren’t expecting advances from a literal monk, but at the same time you know you’re too curious and too horny already to pass down such an invitation. 

“And how can I help?” you ask not so innocently. 

“Glad you ask.” he answers, as he hops down from the table, an even bigger grin on his face. 

You don’t have the time to realize what’s going on, but he lifts you up and slams you down on the table before climbing back on top of you, resting on his knees, arms caging you. 

He hushes you when you want to protest against his manhandling, but you can’t deny the fact it’s turning you on even more. He watches your face intently as his mechanical hand is caressing your cheek, then shifting lower on your throat. He squeezes gently, just to see how you would react, and he’s pleased to hear you gasp at the tiniest of pressure. It’s making you dizzy, the knowledge he could literally crush you if he wanted to, and you’re being amazed at the control he shows instead. 

His hand doesn’t stay there for long though, and goes even lower, shortly groping your breast before sliding further down until it stops at the waistband of your pants. He waits a second here, scanning you for any form of approval, before resuming when you thrust your hips slightly up against his palm, letting him know you’re looking for more. 

He loses no time, snaking his hand under your pants and in your panties, cupping your cunt. The metal of his fingers is warmer now, thanks to your own body heat, but the feeling is still foreign although not unpleasant. He parts your folds, tracing a finger from your entrance to your clit, spreading your wetness there. The pitiful whine that escapes your lips as he starts circling the bundle of nerves makes him chuckle. He’s visibly enjoying the way you react under his touch. 

The smooth steel of his golden fingertips feels like heaven against your sensitive parts, and you already know you won’t last long. He rises a bit, sitting on his heels so he can use his left arm to pin you down, real fingers made of flesh cruelly biting in your hips to keep you in place for what’s coming next. 

He stops his ministrations and coats two of his metallic fingers in your juices before sinking them slowly inside of you. You stop breathing as you watch his fingers disappear between your legs with awe. You feel every ridges and bumps of the mechanical knuckles as they slide in and out of you, and when his thumb finds your clit again, you’re glad he’s actually pinning you down, because it’s suddenly too much to handle. Your back arches and your head slams down against the unforgivable steel of the medical table. In other circumstances, you would complain, but you just can’t find a good reason to care right now. 

Anakin keeps on moving his fingers, relentlessly bringing you closer to the edge. Your whines are now moans, and he gives you a mean look, mouthing a “shut up”. You almost forgot you were in the middle of a military base, and that anyone could enter the room you were in at any time now. You clamp your hand on your mouth, trying desperately to keep quiet as the bastard is slowing his pace but increasing the pressure of his touch, crooking the fingers inside of you to rub against that perfect spot that makes you see stars. It’s a matter of seconds before you come with a muffled whimper, eyes closed, hips rising up from the table. He doesn’t stop until you push his hand away as the pleasure-pain of overstimulation settles in. 

“It looks all good, thanks for helping.” he says with a cocky little smile, while you try to catch your breath. He wipes his mechanical arm on your pants, like it’s just a random rag, and you’re too shocked by the sheer audacity of the man to think of a retort. 

You barely have the time to get back on your feet, that the door of the room is sliding open, revealing a visibly displeased Obi-Wan. 

“You’ done yet?” 

You open your mouth to answer but Anakin is quicker. 

“Yes, Master. We were just making sure the repair is efficient.” 

He says that with his usual grin and while looking the older jedi dead in the eye. You wonder how he managed to do that when some of his fingers still smell like you. You’re also jealous of the fact his crumpled robe is making a decent job at hiding his hard-on, while the wet patch on your pants where Anakin wiped his fingers is all too visible.

“It seems your hand is working perfectly again, Anakin.” 

The tone of Obi-Wan's voice is half-amused, half-annoyed when he says that, his eyes on you, rather than on his padawan. You wonder if he knows what just happened, causing your face to grow hot under his suspicious gaze. 

“Just ask the trooper outside for your payment” he adds bluntly, before asking Anakin to follow him for a briefing where they’re both needed. 

As they exit the room, the younger jedi turns to you.

“I know I can count on you if I ever need more repairs. I’ll make sure to request you, personally.”

Your face is getting even more red as you mumble a good-bye to the two warriors. 

The paycheck was generous, but honestly? You would be lying to yourself if you would not admit you’d do it all over again for free.

[yjk-imagines]

Preview from a future fic I'll be writing

Warning for partial nudity. Nothing seggsy, just changing clothes.

When you went through the things that Jaina had been through with her friends, the concept of privacy and personal space went out the window. And she didn't mind it one little bit. Jacen was sitting on Tenel Ka's lap, and Lowie was sitting on the bunk that the twins usually shared, playing with Jaina's wookie doll. It was a testament to her explicit trust of her friends that she didn't rip it out of his hands and hug it tightly. Jaina herself was sitting on the bench in the Rock Dragon's hold with her feet on Zekk's lap. Zekk was attempting to fix a part he'd brought from the Lightning Rod, but was struggling because Jaina's feet were tapping out the beat of the latest Bith hit.

"Masters and Mistresses," Em-Teedee interrupted their comfortable silence with a soft chime over the comms as he monitored their flight from the cockpit.

"We are coming up on Canto Bight. It would be prudent to prepare your disguises now."

"Thanks Em-Teedee!" Jaina called. Lowie growled an affirmative.

Tenel Ka gave Jacen a nudge, and despite the big, soft brown eyes he stared at her with, she kept nudging him until he fell onto the floor.

"The closet should be over here." Tenel Ka opened the double doors and the fabric nearly took off Jaina's eyebrows as it gasped for breath after being squished inside.

"Huh," Jaina grinned, "Maybe the Ta'a Chume has a few good ideas every now and then."

Tenel Ka graced Jaina with a rare smile, "This is a fact."

"Okay," Jacen slicked his hair back at the fresher unit, "Let's go over our roles one more time."

"You don't have a role," Jaina shoved a stylish Corellia-cut suit at her brother, "You, TK, and I are notable enough to have a alibi for being on Canto Bight."

"Yeah, but the holonet doesn't know anything about us. Uncle Luke said that Canto Bight is always swarming with paps, so this is our big chance to create the persona that we want the rest of the galaxy to know."

"You've been crafting a big, dramatic backstory this entire ride, haven't you?"

"I have." Jacen admitted with a huge, dorky grin.

"Hear me out;" Zekk pulled out his ponytail, "A playboy."

Jaina hummed and hawed, then looked at Tenel Ka, who already had her poker face ready to go, "It might work, if he had any girls to play."

"Hey!" Jacen protested, "It could work!"

Not with his one and only girlfriend by his side all night. Jaina rolled her eyes.

Canto Bight had connections to Black Sun, and so at the request of the new owner, Master Skywalker sent five of his newly minted Jedi Knights to snuff them out. Jacen, Jaina, and Tenel Ka would play the heirs come to have a night out, spend all their money, and sniff out suspicious activity. Zekk and Lowie would play bodyguards.

Lowie wore pieces of the same suit Zekk had squeezed into, and the boy from Ennth envied him.

"It feels too tight," He said, trying to move his arms without tearing the suit.

Jaina tried to hide a chuckle, "It makes you look more intimidating." She told him.

"Friend Zekk, there is another suit here that would perhaps fit you better," Tenel Ka tossed it to him. This style of suit was mostly black, with purple accents. It hugged his hips, but comfortably, and the sleeves allowed for more movement while concealing a couple of holsters on his arms. He placed a single tiny blaster on his right arm, just in case, and tucked his lightsaber into the two on his left.

"Still intimidating?" He asked.

Jaina, who was still indecisive about what gown to wear, looked him up and down. "Let's try a fake scar," She suggested.

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me, you look like you have a babyface."

"Are you saying I'm not intimidating?"

"Zekk, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you're about as intimidating as Nicta."

Zekk had no idea how to react to this. His mouth moved back and forth as Jaina grabbed the makeup kit. "I was the Darkest Knight!" He defended.

Lowie growled, badly stifling a fit of laughter.

"Lowbacca is correct. That is not who you are anymore." Tenel Ka decided on a slim number in neon green, with a matching sash of green, blue, and yellow taffeta.

Zekk sighed, "Well, good to know all the time spent meditating on my actions and taking responsibility really worked."

"Hold still," Jaina pushed down gently on his shoulders to get him to sit in the chair. She began to draw a long white line over his eye, reminiscent of the scar on Anakin Skywalker's face. Zekk waited patiently, but with exasperation, for the whole process of blending, shading, and contouring to be finished. By the time Jaina was done, Lowie had brought them out of hyperspace and everyone else was dressed.

"Am I beautiful yet?" He asked.

"Very," Jaina promised.

"For a mechanic, I am impressed with the attention to detail you gave my makeup," Zekk said, examining himself in the closet mirror.

"Hey Jay! check it out!" Jacen said. His hair was spiked up in the front, and face was painted with the craziest amalgamation of colors and powders he could concoct, reminding everyone else of Raynar's robes.

"You like it?" He asked his bewildered sister, framing his face with his hands, "I'm thinking rich bad boy with a heart of gold."

"Perfect! You're bad at everything!"

Tenel Ka stepped in between the twins before they could start fighting and smear the makeup on Jacen's face.

"I thought that you might find this dress fashionable, yet comfortable enough for your tastes," She held out a pile of fabric, and Jaina could hardly tell where it started and where it ended.

First of all, she noticed the red cape. Two buttons, stretchy material, and an endless amount of opportunities. She was sold immediately, but even more so when she noticed the white pants that went under the whole ensemble.

"The shirt is more of a tunic, and can be worn with or without the pants, though I assume you would prefer the pants?"

"Um, yes!" Jaina immediately began to change, trading her cargo pants for the long white pants that, while shiny and white, fit more like Zekk's bodyguard-style pants. She was in love. They came with a matching set of white heels, but who cared when she got to wear pants to a fancy, stuck-up party?

And then she had to change her shirt.

Zekk froze, staring at her collarbone. The familiar pattern of spindly white lines trickled into existence, blossoming with the faded black and blue of bruises from lightning and gathering together beneath Jaina's bra.

"Jaina, what is that?" He asked, his voice shaking.

Jaina looked down at her chest. It hardly pained her nowadays, but yeah, it was there.

"Uh, lightning scar?" She quickly pulled the white shirt on, not nearly as excited about her disguise now.

"No, Jaina," Zekk's voice was low, and bristling with sharp, pointed syllables. "That is not a natural lightning scar and those kinds of bruises only come from Sith lightning."

He stepped closer to Jaina, who didn't move. The whole ship was deathly silent as Zekk's anger rippled outward into the force.

"Jaina," His voice held a hint of softness as his fingertips brushed against her hand, "Who did this to you?"

[mrv3000]

Finding the tooka colony on Naboo isn’t very difficult. The creatures are known to frequent a certain valley, so it’s just a short speeder trip before they’re standing on a hill above a cluster of the animals.

Anakin’s highly suspicious that Leia is using some sort of Force control over the tooka currently in her arms. He doesn’t imagine that your average feral tooka appreciates being held upside down and squeezed around the middle by a very enthusiastic child. But yet Gary hangs limply and is only softly grumbling at Leia's legs. (Anything else and Gary would be punted with extreme prejudice.)

Anakin claps his hands together. "Okay, Gary. Welcome to your new home. See you later."

Leia only tightens her grip.

Padme flicks a glance over to Anakin and scrunches her nose at him. It’s her "don't be insensitive" look. Anakin internally sighs and resigns himself to being here for a bit.

Padme seems like she’s going to crouch down next to Leia, but she clearly decides she doesn’t want to get closer to the tooka's rump. Instead she runs a hand through Leia's hair. "Honey, do you want me to say something? To send Gary on his way? Some good thoughts, maybe?"

Something passes between Leia and Luke who are obviously doing some Force communication, which is really impressive for their age. His children are so brilliant.

"We think Daddy should do it," Luke announces.

Maybe not so brilliant. "What, me? Like a eulogy? But the thing's not dead!" Anakin gestures at it.

"Please, Daddy?" Leia looks up at him with her big eyes. Luke joins her. Gary flicks his tail.

Ugh, those eyes. He is so weak. Fine.

Anakin clears his throat and affects a solemn expression. "So...Gary. Gary the tooka. Gary. The big angry tooka. Yes. Gary...will always be with us in our hearts and, uh, minds. He loved to hiss and scratch at things. And Gary's very lucky that when he chose to bite my arm, it was the mechanical one," Anakin adds darkly. "He was beloved by many fleas, many of whom could not be here today. They send their regards."

Leia squeezes Gary even tighter and Luke starts petting the hind leg that is sticking out from Leia's grasp. Padme, however, is trying not to laugh. It only eggs him on.

"We'll think of him as we're disinfecting that one corner of the starship and as we're burning Leia's sheets and maybe Luke's too just to be on the safe side. Come to think of it, Gary might have done quite a number of things in a number of places, so we'll be reminded of Gary when we have to move."

Luke gives him a puzzled frown, but Anakin is on a roll now.

"The galactic dictionary defines a tooka as a type of feline, and Gary is definitely an example of that. We're not sure what gender Gary is exactly because we respect Gary's boundaries and aren't insane enough to try and check, but whatever he is, he never minded us calling him a 'he.' Thank you, Gary."

Padme bites her lip. Hard.

"We salute, you Gary. May your life be filled with everything you love. Scratching. Hissing. Hissing while scratching. Biting people who absolutely don't deserve it. More hissing. Being smelly. And so on. In lieu of flowers Gary has requested donations be sent--"

Padme snorts which she quickly turns into a cough. "Thank you, Anakin. Very lovely."

Anakin smirks at her.

"All right, Leia," Padme says gently. "Let Gary go now."

Leia heaves a great sigh and with one last pet by Luke, puts the tooka down. Gary sits there like a lump.

"He doesn't want to leave!" Leia insists. She’s slightly better at the whole innocent act than Luke, but that isn’t saying much since Luke is horrible at it.

"Let him go with your mind, Leia," Anakin tells her firmly but not unkindly.

Oh, and there is Leia's bottom lip. Anakin crosses his arms. She sighs again and puts her hand on the tooka's head.

Gary's ear twitches. Then he shoots away from them and is down the hill faster than Anakin knew he could move. Gary barrels directly towards a group of tooka and jumps straight into the herd. What follows is either fighting or mating. Maybe both? Anakin isn't sure, but the noise is indescribable.

"He's making friends!" Luke exclaims.

Padme tilts her head. "Um, yes! Making friends! Good for him!" she says with too much cheer in her voice. "Time to go!"

"Yup!" Anakin scoops up a kid with each arm and hefts them like sacks over his shoulders. It never fails to make them giggle, and this is no exception, even for Leia. "Who wants to be decontaminated for parasites?" he asks as he hurries to the speeder and attempts to block out the noise behind him.

"I do! I do!" Padme calls out with an enthusiasm that isn't faked.

Writing prompt: If you're up for it, part 2 of Gary the big angry Tooka. :D

“Leia, Luke, we’ve told you before that if you want to bring pets into this house, we must discuss it as a family,” Padme admonishes as she steps behind her husband. 

Gary the tooka is growling, and he looks very...

Unhappy.

“He’s nice, Mama, can we keep him?” Luke pleads. “We love Gary.” 

“We can’t keep him,” Anakin says firmly. “He’s a feral tooka, they’re not supposed to be inside.” 

“But he’s so fluffy,” Leia pouts. “And he likes to sleep in my bed.” 

“Which is now covered in fleas probably,” Padme mutters. “We have to set Gary free. He’s not an indoor pet. He probably misses his home.” 

“He didn’t have a home,” Luke argues.

“Feral tooka’s homes are outside,” Anakin says. 

Leia’s lip wibbles. “But-” 

Luke joins in. “But-” 

Anakin sighs heavily and turns to Padme. “Isn’t there a feral tooka colony on Naboo?” 

Padme nods. “There is. Not far from Varykino.” 

“Then we’re goin’ to Naboo,” Anakin says. “And Gary will have a nice life at the tooka colony with other tookas, and we can visit him whenever we visit.” 

Leia sniffles.

“Ani...” Padme sighs.

“we can’t keep this tooka, Padme, he’ll eat us in our sleep.”

“He won’t!” Luke argues. “He woulda ate me days ago!”

Anakin sighs heavily.

[fireflyfish]

May I Present Master Jinn?

Previously on Tano and Kenobi...

Ahsoka Tano stood before the Jedi Order and pleaded her case. In spite of suspicion and doubt cast on her by none other that Masters Ki-Adi-Mundi and Sifo Dyas, Grand Master Yoda managed to convince the Council to accept Ahsoka back into the fold. Finally, Ahsoka Tano has become a Jedi Knight and now it’s time for the real work to get started...

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The Jedi Council broke up for lunch after meeting with Ahsoka as some gave her suspicious looks but a few came over to personally welcome her.

“I am always happy to see a fellow Togruta join our Order,” Shaak Ti smiled, reaching out to touch Ahsoka’s shoulder.

Ahsoka nodded her thanks in return. “It’s good to be back, Master Ti,” she said, surprised at such a warm welcome. “I was gone for far too long.”

“Grief can cloud our judgement,” Shaak Ti agreed, squeezing her shoulder before she took her leave.

Yoda hummed thoughtfully as he stood at Ahsoka’s side. “Wise and kind, Master Ti is. Know her, do you?”

Ahsoka’s expression was wry and amused as she glanced down at Yoda. “Yes. I looked up to her when I was a padawan.”

Chuckling to himself, Yoda gestured for Ahsoka to follow him out of the Council Room. “Come, come! Test your navigation skills, I will. Find the great hall and lunch, we shall.”

“Knight Tano!” a voice filtered through a rebreather called out, and Ahsoka froze, her heart clenched tight in her chest.

Master Plo!

Turning around, Ahsoka tried to control her emotions, to tamp down on her overwhelming joy at seeing one of her favorite Jedi alive again. It had been difficult to hold back the tears before the meeting but now that he was walking towards her, now that she was older and taller than the last time she saw him, all the years apart hit her at once and it took all her control to stay standing.

“Master Plo Koon,” Ahsoka said, bowing and hoping she didn’t sound as emotional as she felt. “My master spoke very highly of you.”

“How unfortunate I was never able to meet this… Master Skywalker,” Plo Koon said, running his finger under his chin. “Forgive me for asking a personal question but, have we met before? I sensed a connection that has surprised me.”

Ahsoka swallowed and shook her head. “No. I don’t believe we have.”

Well, not yet anyway, Master Plo.

“How strange,” the Kel Dor Jedi murmured, glancing down at Master Yoda, whose ears perked cheerfully. “The Force was quite insistent. I suppose I must meditate on this further.”

“A good idea, that is, Master Plo,” Yoda commented, clicking his staff on the floor for emphasis. “Your guidance, I sense Knight Tano will need.”

“Of course,” Master Plo nodded to the Grand Master. “If I can be of help in anyway, please do not hesitate to ask, Knight Tano.”

“Th-thank you, Master Plo,” Ahsoka managed to get out without bursting into tears or throwing her arms around the Jedi Master. She watched him depart and then turned back to Yoda. “To the dining hall?”

Yoda chuckled as Ahsoka knelt down and let him clamber up onto her back. “For the ride, thank you. Discuss your path forward we should.”

Ahsoka nodded. “Yes. But I also wanted to ask about Obi-Wan. Is he really going to be sent to Bandomeer if no one takes him as a padawan?”

“Surprised are you?” Yoda replied, his taloned claws gently pressing into Ahsoka’s shoulder. “Know this tradition, you should.”

The Grand Master had a point. Although the Clone Wars had caused the Order to promote almost any initiate that managed to make it through the third level of training, she could still remember her early years when they had gossiped with the younglings about who had been picked and who had grown too old to be chosen. She remembered watching one young Twi’lek boy who was caught crying in the corner of a hallway when he was informed he wasn’t going to move on to an apprenticeship and could either stay in the Temple as a mechanic or could return home to his family that he did not know.

She never found out what happened to that child.

“I know the traditions but maybe they need to be reconsidered,” Ahsoka offered, her voice light and hopeful. “Thirteen seems too young to write off a sentient. And Obi-Wan is so talented! I know if he just had the right master he would flourish under their teachings.”

Yoda canted his head to the side. “Agreed, we are. Powerful in the Force, Obi-Wan is. A great Jedi, he might be. But emotional, rash and reckless, he is. Fear and anger, many sense in him.”

“He’s thirteen!” Ahsoka protested, wincing at her too sharp voice. It wouldn’t do to get on Yoda’s bad side after he had just vouched for her in front of the Council. She couldn’t do this the Skywalker way. She had to negotiate, to reason with the Grand Master and the Order itself. “I’m sorry. I spoke too… harshly. But maybe the fear everyone is sensing is his fear of being cast out of his home?”

“Perhaps,” Yoda mused, pointing to the right. “Another time, we will discuss Obi-Wan. To the right, our meal is.”

This isn’t over, Master Yoda. Not by a long shot. Ahsoka let out a sigh and turned around. “Yes, Master.”

“Lose faith, do not,” Yoda said, patting Ahsoka’s shoulder. “Revealed in time, Obi-Wan’s master will be. Know this, I do.”

“Did you have someone in mind?” she asked, curious and hoping to prod the ancient master in the right direction. “Perhaps a diplomat or someone similar?”

Yoda laughed out loud at this, the swells of humor nearly knocking him off Ahsoka’s shoulder as they stepped into the dining hall. He leapt down from his perch and clacked his way to the line, greeting all Jedi alike with a twinkle in his eyes. He beckoned for Ahsoka to follow after him and she did so, shaking her head, bemused.

After lunch, Ahsoka was whisked away by a padawan working for the Quarter Master’s office. She was officially given the room she was already sleeping in, assigned a personal communicator, a identification code as well as an appointment to return and get fitted for her robes.

After she was done with that bit of housekeeping, another padawan, dressed in healer robes appeared in the doorway and Ahsoka was bundled off to the Halls of Healing for a physical and a series of booster hypos. She was scheduled for a follow-up visit as well as a visit to the dentist, which sent Ahsoka in a fit of laughter, puzzling the poor healer who couldn’t understand why she hadn’t had the time to maintain proper dental hygiene when on the run from the Empire.

Once freed from the clutches of the well-meaning healers, Ahsoka stepped out into the Temple and looked around for a chrono. She had promised Obi-Wan that she was going to catch up with him during his last hour of saber practice and she did not want to be late. Master Obi-Wan was never late and Ahsoka couldn’t help feeling like she had to live up to him, to make sure she didn’t change the young initiate’s destiny too much.

Besides, as much as she loved Anakin, he was notoriously tardy and she got a little tired of having to stare at the ground while another master lectured them both on the importance of being on time.

Of course, Anakin would have retorted that he was on time when it mattered.

“I thought there was a chrono around here somewhere,” Ahsoka muttered to herself as she peered around a corner, searching in vain. “Kriff it! I could have sworn there was one in this hallway.”

She spied a tall, broad, imposing figure walking down the hallway with the sedate pace of a master. Half of his brown hair was pulled up into a tail and the rest left to fall around his wide shoulders like a cape. Ahsoka hurried after him in the vain hopes he knew where the nearest chrono was and if he could point her in the direction of the Northern Solar room.

“Excuse me!” she called out, wondering how someone who seemed to move at a glacial pace could cover so much ground. And Ahsoka thought she was tall.

I think he might even be taller than Skyguy!

The Jedi Master in question turned around, a curious expression on his face as he folded his arms over his chest. “Yes? Can I help you, young one?”

Ahsoka came to a stop, chuckling and waving off the Jedi’s comment, because she most certainly didn't feel young anymore. “Hello! I don't suppose you know what time it is or how to get to the Northern Solar room? I've been out in the field for a while and with all the renovations I'm completely lost.”

The master reached into his robe and pulled a small chrono and read off the time. “It is 1530 hours and if you're searching for the Northern Solar room you’ll need to turn back around, take a left and go all the way to the end of the hall and take turbolifts on the right to the fifth level from this one.”

Ahsoka mentally walked through the instructions and then nodded. “I think I got it. Thank you for your help.”

“You're welcome,” the master smiled, kind and inviting. “I don't believe we've met. I'm Qui-Gon Jinn. You said you've been out in the field for a long time?”

Ahsoka’s eyes nearly bugged out her head and she managed to cover her shock and delight with a wide grin. “Yes. I was. But I can't believe it! You're Master Jinn? My master told me all about you!”

Qui-Gon Jinn in the flesh! Here was the answer to Obi-Wan’s prayers and all she had to do was gently nudge the two together.

Fantastic! Maybe I could invite him to our training session.

Qui-Gon seemed politely amused by Ahsoka’s statement. “Oh really? And who might your master be?”

“Master Skywalker but he… passed away,” Ahsoka replied, wondering when and if that would ever be any easier to say. It still felt raw and wrong even in the midst of a happy meeting. “But he was a fan of yours.”

“How unfortunate I never got the chance to meet him in person,” Qui-Gon murmured, his voice low and resonate like a summer thunderstorm. “I am sorry for your loss Knight… ?”

“Ahsoka Tano,” she said, bowing to Qui-Gon. “And thank you. Even though it happened years ago it still… it still hurts.”

“Yes, well, that is why we must be mindful of our attachments,” Qui-Gon commented, folding his hands into his sleeves and Ahsoka realized just where Master Obi-Wan had acquired that particular habit. “A Jedi must always keep their mind on the present moment and the living Force, lest our sorrow and grief drag us down a darker path.”

Ahsoka nodded in agreement. “Yes, of course. I'll have to remember that. Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, Knight Tano and now if you will excuse me, I must be off,” Qui-Gin seemed to gather himself up and turned towards the other end of the hallway. “I have an appointment in the Senate building and I mustn't be late.”

“Oh! My apologies Master Jinn,” Ahsoka took a step back and watched the towering man head towards the end of the hall before she remembered. “Oh! Master Jinn? If it's too much trouble, could you… oh.”

Master Jinn had already turned the corner and moved out of earshot, the fastest-moving glacier Ahsoka had ever seen. She let out a sigh and shook her head, glad that Master Obi-Wan hadn’t developed that habit from his master, before she turned around and headed off back the way she came.

Obi-Wan and her first real teaching awaited.

Obi-Wan hated Soresu practice.

No, that wasn’t true. He didn’t hate Soresu practice so much as he was exhausted, his legs ached, his feet throbbed in his boots and he had run out of electrolyte mix a half hour ago. One or two of the forms made his feet cramp up and Master Drallig seemed driven by the Sith Hells themselves to stay and make sure Obi-Wan put in the time he owed him from yesterday.

“Again, Kenobi,” Drallig called out, his faintly nasal voice somehow reaching over the din of the other class of initiates. “This time keep your stance lower and make your movements faster.”

“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan huffed, moving back to the head of the golden line that was engraved on the floor of the training salon. He looked up as the chrono chimed for the next hour and he glanced over at the entrance to the hall, hoping against hope that Master Ahsoka would be there to save him from another hour of “Faster and more intense”.

The shadowed doorway was empty.

She’s probably just lost. She’s really only been here for two days and it took you three to memorize where they moved the Exoflora and Fauna lab to. And besides, she is a knight and you are an initiate and oh thank the Force!

“Master Ahsoka!” Obi-Wan called out, rushing through the rest of his form before giving Master Drallig a half-bow and darting over to her. “You’re here!”

“Of course I’m here!” Ahsoka laughed, wrapping an arm around him as he walked her over to a row of benches where his towel and empty drink cannister sat as well as a carefully-wrapped training saber he had hidden in his sleeves on his way to class. “And I stopped to get you something to drink, since I stumbled across the commissary.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes grew round as he happily took the ice cold bottle of Pantoran berry-flavored supplement drink and twisted the cap off. “Thank you, Master Ahsoka! I… I ran out only just now.”

Shaking her head, Ahsoka patted the bench next to her. “Did you tell Master Drallig about our arrangement?”

Obi-Wan nodded, guzzling a third of the supplement drink down with relish. “Yes. He didn’t like it and said he would stay and ‘supervise’.”

He made air quotes with his fingers and set the bottle down, beaming up at her. “Can we start now?”

“Did you finish your Soresu?” Ahsoka asked, her brows raised in an expression that made it clear that just because she was going to teach him jar’kai did not mean he was going to get out of his other lessons.

Obi-Wan grinned. “I have one more movement and then I’m done. Here! Hold this!”

He grabbed the concealed training saber, shoved it into Ahsoka’s hands and then hurried back onto the floor, prepared to make this last movement of Soresu picture-perfect.

Maybe if I can pick up jar’kai quickly, maybe Master Ahsoka will… I mean, she is a knight and even though she’s a Shadow, her cover did get blown, maybe she could… it is possible. And I think there is a connection there? Is this what a connection feels like?

“Focus, Kenobi!” Master Drallig called from across the room, his arms on his hips as he watched.

Obi-Wan nodded and took a deep breath, focusing his concentration on the Force and trusting that his muscles and bones already knew the steps. He worked on moving with strength, precision and flowing one movement into the other until the whole thing became a dance, the saber sizzling and hissing around him as he spun and lunged through each part. He was one with the blade, could feel the crystal inside humming with joy as he worked. He ticked off each step in the back of his mind with a mechanical satisfaction and then with a twisting kick he landed, the blade in a reverse grip and the blue white plasma hovering just above the arm of his tunic but not close enough to singe.

Ahsoka burst into applause. “Obi-Wan, you were amazing!”

Pride blossomed in his heart and Obi-Wan popped up out of his stance with a grin so big he thought it might split his lips. He bowed to Master Drallig, who smirked in what might have been an approving manner and waved him off to train with Ahsoka.

“I'm all done with Soresu, Master Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan announced, running back over to her. “Can we start jar’kai now?”

“Sure,” Ahsoka smiled, handing over his drink cannister and patting the spot next to her on the bench. “But why don’t you take a little break? You’ve been going for how long now?”

Obi-Wan gulped down another third of his drink, breaking only to inhale a huge lungful of air. “Three and a half hours but I don’t mind! I have been looking forward to your lesson.”

Chuckling softly, Ahsoka shook her head. “Well I’m not going to enjoy it if you pass out in the middle of it. Sit down, Obi-Wan. I’m not going anywhere.”

Resigned to taking a break, Obi-Wan collapsed onto the bench next to Ahsoka. “Did your Master teach you jar’kai when you were a padawan?”

Ahsoka glanced down at Obi-Wan before she turned her gaze elsewhere, a distant, if pleasant expression on her face. “Not at first. At the time he took me on, I was mostly using a reverse grip and he hated it.”

Shocked, Obi-Wan’s mouth dropped open. He couldn’t imagine how devastated Master Ahsoka must have felt. There were times when a harsh word from Master Yoda would make him want to curl up into a ball and pray for the Force to take him away. But to have your master actually tell you they hate your fighting style? To your face?

What a nightmare!

“What did you do?” Obi-Wan asked, taking another sip of his drink. “Did you change it?”

“I tried to,” Ahsoka nodded, drawn back into the room they were sitting in. “But eventually my master realized that I wasn’t going to change and he suggest I study jar’kai and supplement my right hand with a shoto.”

Obi-Wan was stunned silent, marveling at the fact that a master could change their mind, that they could change at all and that a padawan could have that kind of say in their relationship. He had been taught that good padawans dutifully follow their master and always do as instructed. If your master taught you Ataru, that was what you were going to learn. If your master did not see the need in teaching you certain skills, you would simply not learn them. The idea that the relationship between a master and padawan could go both ways, could be collaborative had never occurred to Obi-Wan before.

“What was he like?”

“Who? My master?”

Obi-Wan nodded, his gaze focused on the bottle in his hands. “Yes… I should have liked to meet him, I think.”

Ahsoka let out a soft, muted sound, like a sigh but with more feeling. “He… Master Skywalker was… He was very young, when he took me on. In a lot of ways he was like a big brother, strong, smart, and very brave and kind. He was so very kind. But he… he had a temper. I know he worked hard to control it but it was hard for him.”

Ahsoka looked down at the top of Obi-Wan’s head and remembered their earlier talk about Bandomeer and frowned. She reached out to put a hand on the young boy’s back, between his shoulder blades. “And he hated to see injustice go unpunished. He taught me that it was more important to do what is right, than to blindly follow orders. He… he wasn’t very popular with the Council.”

Obi-Wan looked up at Ahsoka. “Now I really wish I could have met him. I am sorry he’s gone, Master Ahsoka. He sounds wonderful. You must miss him very much.”

“Yeah…,” Ahsoka sighed, pulling Obi-Wan a little closer. “I do. But I’m here now and he would want me to take care of you. So c’mon, Obi-Wan! It’s time to for your first jar’kai lesson to start.”

“Yes, Master Ahsoka!” Obi-Wan leapt off the bench and ran onto the training floor, Ahsoka happily following him.