#wasn't expecting many things from jedi trial

[jewishcissiekj]

oH?

[wantonlywindswept]

👀 (which by the way is a genuine reaction to your "I have so many things" tag-comment)

haaah there were. so many ideas. few of them coherent. x_X

this one i do actually want to finish at some point; it's corrie guard shenanigans, SOME of them trust that the jedi might be able to fix things so uh. they try. to maybe do that.

...kidnapping may or may not be involved.

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Jek liked to think that he was a good soldier.

He wasn't the best--he would happily leave that to Commander Fox's batch and whatever tube glitch had resulted in Captain Rex--but he was decent. A solid middle. He got the job done, he worked hard, he didn't complain. (And not just because complaining on Coruscant could easily mean a recon.)

The point was, he didn't deserve to be put on trial for treason.

"It's only treason if it's against the Republic," Rys pointed out. "This is just standard treachery. That's prison time, at most."

"For natborns, maybe," Jek mourned. "Pretty sure if we fuck up they just send us back to Kamino for a refund."

"You are both following orders," Commander Thire gritted out, "So if anyone is brought up on charges, it will be me."

That made Jek feel a lot better, actually.

"Now shut up."

"Yessir," he and Rys chorused.

They marched crisply on either side of the heavily-laden hovercart, Thire in the lead as they made their way towards the entrance to the Jedi Temple. The loading bay was relatively busy this time of day, which is why Thire chose it, and they didn't expect too much scrutiny: clones came and went from the Temple all the time.

Not Guard clones, admittedly, but this was their city. Technically they had the right to go wherever they wanted.

A thought occurred to Jek then, flitting across his mind like one of those colorful flappy insects that Mack had tattooed on his arm.

"So, what do we do if General Yoda isn't here?"

Thire stumbled over his own feet.

Huh. 

"You mean you haven't already thought about that?" Rys hissed. He laid a hand atop the largest crate--the most important crate--on the hovercart, fingers spread out protectively across the smooth durasteel. "What if they want us to leave it in his room? If he's out on a mission he could be gone for months--"

"We're fucked if he's gone for more than another two hours," Jek pointed out helpfully.

"I will figure it out," Thire snapped. 

Two days into his new commission and he was already able to spew banthashit like the rest of the Commanders. Incredible.

"Are there even any other Jedi we could trust?" Jek asked. They'd met Master Yoda on the mission to Rugosa, so they knew he was a good person, but none of them really had experience with any of the other Jedi.

"Sinker said that General Koon is pretty good," Rys offered.

Thire snorted.

"General Koon actually likes Commander Wolffe. There's gotta be something wrong with him if he willingly puts up with that level of crazy."

"Maybe Kenobi? Commander Fox always bitches about Marshall Commander Cody going on about him."

Rys grimaced, shaking his head.

"He's Skywalker's master."

All three of them shuddered. Skywalker was friends with the Chancellor, and Commander Fox regularly came back from meetings with the Chancellor sporting mysterious injuries that somehow never got recorded on his medical file.

They all knew better to trust anyone that was on good terms with the Chancellor.

"What about General Windu?" Rhys suggested.

"What about me?"

[cynthiaandsamus]

So I Finished the Acolyte and have many, many thoughts:

The Good:

-The choreography was really cool, a lot of stuff after the prequels has felt kind of stiff but this had a kind of air of mixing the Samurai movie aesthetic with some of the flashier stuff from the prequels and some fanon stuff from the old EU

-Amandla Stenberg does a really good job as both leads, like for a single person playing twins you instantly know which one she's portraying even when one of them is pretending to be the other

-Broad Strokes I like the plot and how it ties in Darth Plagueis learning how to create life even if it does retcon the Darth Plagueis book which is one of my favorites, like I really like the structure and idea of what they're trying to do with the twins basically having intersecting parabolic arcs of corruption and redemption but the execution is really messy

-A good handful of the characters are pretty likable before the mid-season kills 90% of them off

-This isn't the weird Jedi hitpiece I thought it was going to be, like this isn't a cynical "Jedi Bad" take I was expecting based on some of the reactions, most of the people that claim that in-story are kind of provably full of shit but also it's easy to not see that because again the story's moral compass seems notably off.

-There's a small thing that's a nice little touch where Qimir's using a longsaber and a shoto saber which is the technique Luke used in the EU to fight the Sith Lady who used a Lightsaber Whip and then we find out his former Master and the one he's most likely trying to kill is heavily implied to be the lady that uses a lightsaber whip, that's a cool reference and isn't called attention to, very subtle, I like it, also Qimir's reveal in general, like I called him being the Master right away because it's exactly the kind of dramatic reveal a show like this would try to rush but I still enjoyed it, just because I expected it doesn't mean it was bad. Also really liked the Cortosis mention since I just finished reading Thrawn Alliances but also feel like depending on how they handle the balance of some of these OP EU materials things could get choppy since the power balance is usually only maintained by treating certain broken parts of the EU like they don't exist.

The Bad:

-Like I said the series doesn't seem to know what it's doing with its morality, I expecting the Jedi to be kind of dicks but honestly they did like two things wrong and get blamed for everything bad that happens in the plot. Mae starts the fire that kills everyone and sits there basically going "If the Jedi never came I'd never have started that fire" and never gets called out for it. The vast majority of casualties caused by the Jedi were a bunch of witches dying to their own technique because they tried to commit murder by proxy by mind-controlling a Wookie, like that sucks but it's not exactly killing unarmed civillians if they're literally using someone else's body to try and kill you and they die because their own black magic backfired on them

-Fucking Sol makes one mistake when this lady tries to turn into the Smoke Monster from Lost and gets thrown under the bus for everything, like it was an accident and everyone treats this like the moment he deserved to die for. Like the only thing he did was go to pick up the girls after saying he was going to pick up the girls and the witches are getting ready for war before he even shows up. Like granted the Main Mom was chill about it and wanted to help but there wasn't about to be a peaceful resolution when everyone else was willing to literally kill Osha to stop her from leaving.

-Mae's character arc is actually kind of cool how she kind of accidentally reconnects to her empathy and compassion when she finds she still has a loved one in this world and ultimately decides on the "He must stand trial" thing like in Revenge of the Sith and she does make a token effort to owning up to her part in the death of the witches but it's too little too late, Sol accidentally kills one lady and has gets wrecked for it, Mae intentionally murders several people and gets a complete blank slate, they even wipe out all her character development so she just kind of gets to have peace and not be haunted by her actions even though her stuff is far worse than the four Jedi who kind of tangentially committed some murder and were haunted by it for sixteen years and ultimately died for it regardless of how actually responsible they were.

-They kinda rush Osha's Sithening arc like crazy, like she gets one moment of "I'm not over it" and sees Darth Simp's dick and is suddenly contemplating the Dark Side, like finding out Sol killed their mom is bad and all but apparently all the love she had for him didn't mean shit because she doesn't even let him explain it was an accident and he lets her kill him because he feels so guilty (at least I THINK he lets her kill him because you're not supposed to be able to just force choke a Jedi like that but I wouldn't put it past this show to bend the rules like that)

-This is kind of a little thing but the show does take some artistic license with some of the elements of the Star Wars universe like I mentioned having a treat called "Spice Creams" in the Star Wars universe is the equivalent to calling something "Heroin Pops" and I can't decide whether the hair cutting scene is cool or silly and I think it's a little of both and a lot of things were probably decided because they looked cool first and most of them paid off but some of them fell flat. Also I've never really liked the whole 'bleeding kyber crystals to turn them red" thing ever since Disney took over but even in that case it was shown to take hours of intense focus when Vader made his in the comics but Osha kinda did it on accident, again because it looked cool, and between that and the Plagueis stuff it felt like they kinda went a little nuts with the retcons like they felt like the time gap from the Prequels would shield them from lore changes since we know not much of this really matters in the long run since we have to get down to the Rule of Two anyway but it's still not a great look to handle the lore with meatball surgery on occasion.

The ???:

-Modern Star Wars seems obsessed with Dyad shenanigans and it's not really something I like but I don't dislike it either it's just a weird thing that they seem so focused on the idea of two people as a superconducting loop in The Force and they never really mentioned it here but with Osha and Mae literally being Force Clones of each other I feel like that's leading into more Dyad shenanigans and since it hasn't actually HAPPENED yet I can't really mark it as good or bad, just a trend I've noticed that's kinda silly.

[prophetwithaz]

Starlight (Obi-wan x reader)

a/n: the reader in the story is LEGAL. DO NOT clown in my inbox. i also haven't written fic since i was 13 so this is e h. i finally posted it after @milleniumvalcon hyped me up.

summary: Despite being worn out after work, Obi-wan senses your anxiety about your training, and comes to your quarters to make sure you're doing alright.

word count: 1.5k

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Obi-wan had had a long day. It seemed that at each turn, the day tore itself in two. The discussions among politicians made him sick. Despite the fact that he desired peace more than anything, he couldn't fathom any leader being able to willfully harm their own people. Tensions at the temple ran high. Too much to do, and too little time, as per usual.

All he wanted to do was to curl up in a ball and start a new day with some semblance of clarity. You felt the same, having spent the whole day training. You were drained, quite frankly, and you were tired of preparing for the trials every day. You wondered if in a few years you would even be good enough to face the council. Maybe being a jedi wasn't for you. Tossing and turning, you lie awake. Anxiety felt like television static: no particular feeling or thought, but all encompassing and overstimulating nonetheless.

Obi-wan could feel the disturbance in the force from the uneasiness. It made it difficult for him to relax, sensing the pain coming from just a few doors down, despite his heavy, aching eyes. So he did what he wished his colleagues would do more often and left his quarters to check on the padawan down the hall.

He had noticed how hard you pushed yourself. You held astounding skill with your saber, rivaling Anakin in many regards. Despite the strength of the force within you, you were never good enough for yourself, critiquing each mistake you make to the point of embarrassment. Obi-wan had noticed this, but never said anything out of fear of overstepping his boundaries as a master.

He opened the door to your quarters softly, trying not to startle you. He called out your name, pulling you out of your daze. "What are you still doing awake, young one?" he spoke.

"Why are you here?" you questioned. "You were working all day. I figured you'd be asleep as soon as you got to your quarters."

Obi-wan chuckled. "I sensed a disturbance in the force. It felt like you," he said, gently. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

You were shocked to say the least. You looked up to Obi-wan more than your own master. He was arguably the most talented of all of the jedi, Yoda be damned. That opinion was independently formed without any outside influence. Outside influence being the massive crush you had on him.

They were enigmatic, your feelings for him. Truly, it was the kind of thing philosophers tried to explain with frilly words and a certain softness, and in a way, they were right. You could never explain it in any way other than stardust glittering in your bones, burning your soul in the most pleasant way possible. You were so modest around him, knowing he was everything you weren't, and it led to the intense self-deprication you engaged in on the regular. You weren't patient or levelheaded. The lack of these qualities led to strong passion, leaving you on edge and in fear of turning to the dark side.

In the time you spent in your own thoughts, Obi-wan had seated himself beside you. "You always push yourself so hard," he started, "but I sensed great doubt in you, padawan." It felt as if he could peer into your soul when he looked you in the eye.

"I'm fine. You have more important things to do than be my therapist." It came out harsher than expected, but the message was all the same. He didn't need to treat you like a child.

"You aren't a bother," he said, moving closer. "I care about you more than you know-"

"I'm not even your padawan, so I don't see why you're so worried."

But the truth was, he thought about you all the time. How you put Anakin in his place in training. How you fight with a saber as if you were born with one in your hand. How you spin in the air when you fight, almost envying whoever the poor soul was that had to oppose you in combat. But over everything else, how you managed to be the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life, even with no makeup, hair pulled back tight, and sweating under the almost obnoxious weight of the jedi robes.

"You're the best of the padawans. You could kick Anakin's ass at any given chance. You give me hope for the next generation of jedi, and manage to smile while doing it all."

He spoke with a honey-like grace. The sweet words stuck to you like you had just dipped your hands in his soul. Obi-wan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a warm embrace. He smelled like linen and home, wherever that was.

You pulled out of the hug. "That's the problem. Everyone thinks that except me. I still feel like that same scared little kid from Naboo I was way back when whenever I make a mistake. And the trials... Maker, I don't even know what I'll do about those."

"Darling," he started, "all in all, we're our own worst critics." He reached his hand out, "may I?" You nodded and he took your hand. "We look at our lives as if it has to live the greatest story ever told, when really, the only person who thinks that is ourself."

You gripped Obi-wan's hand tighter, tears welling in your eyes. Vulnerability wasn't anything you were used to, especially not in front of the masters. As far as you were concerned, you had to be perfect for them. His voice felt like the auditory equivalent of sunshine, and maybe, for a brief moment, it could balance out your storm.

"If you were supposed to just fight perfectly and follow orders, you might as well be a clone, sweetheart." He chuckled and put his arm around you. "Not to mention, you are much prettier than the clones."

You laughed and shook your head, "I wish you wouldn't lie to me like that, Master Kenobi."

"You are truly astounding, young one. I know you don't think that, and I know it'll be even harder for me to convince you of that, but I promise you are." You pressed yourself against his chest and let yourself cry. There was no reason not to by this point. He wasn't the type to gossip, and you couldn't remember the last time you had cried in front of anyone.

Obi-wan pulled you from his chest and looked you in the eye. You'd swear he was made of love, of starlight. "Don't cry, love," he spoke, gently brushing away the tears from beneath your eyes. Obi-wan kissed your forehead softly, brushing over the spot with his calloused finger tips. "You were made for this."

In a turn of events even you found shocking, you had locked your lips on his, your hands wrapping around his neck. Those calloused hands tangled themselves in your hair as his mouth swiftly took your breath away. You pulled apart, the air between you heavy and comforting. He gave you a giddy smile, stroking your hair while he gazed at you. In that moment, Obi-wan looked at you as if you had hung the moon, and for a brief moment, you yourself felt like you could have. The trials should be afraid of you, not the other way around. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that, really," he said.

You smiled and nodded, giving him a quick peck on the lips before leaning against him and falling back on to your bed. Obi-wan got comfortable, and you soon followed suit. It was late, and you were buzzing with happiness.

"I promise you, I meant what I said to you. Each and every word, starlight." His words pulled the biggest smile from your face as you snuggled closer to him, taking in all of Obi-wan Kenobi. His scent, his warmth, and the way his chest buzzed when he called you starlight.

You weren't sure how long it was or how many kisses it was until you had fallen asleep, but it was by far, the best night's sleep you had gotten in ages. The fact that you woke up with Obi-wan still next to you was the brilliant, loving icing on the cake. Technicalities could wait. You were beyond in love, and nothing could take that away from you. Not war, not fear, not the trials. You finally had someone worth holding on to.

So you did, you looked up to his peaceful expression, eyes still closed, and opted to go back to sleep, holding him like you were the only two people alive.

At that moment, you were.