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the jedi exile & the rogue sith

feat. @ecsile

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“ i’m not the JEDI

                                   i should be.”

indie, extremely private and selective 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁 / 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝚅𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 from star wars.

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𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 . 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 . // ind. priv. canon div. JEDI EXILE of star wars: knights of the old republic ii - the sith lords crafted by mel.

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“ i’m not the JEDI                                      i should be.”

indie, extremely private and selective 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁 / 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝚅𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 from star wars.

loved and cherished by cinna.

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More SWTOR-AU. Eventually, Anakin winds up captured. Afraid of his immense and volatile power, and with Anakin refusing to turn to the Light, the Jedi Council imprisons him in the Tomb on Belsavis. There, he is locked in a stasis chamber, cut off from the Force and unable to move but conscious nonetheless. It won’t be long until an Imperial infiltration begins a prison break, and he’s freed from his bonds. And when he is, he’s not happy.

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ecsile​:

fiery gold meets her luminescent viridian like powerful magnets . tidreen hadn’t felt this anxious since her last time on a battle cruiser , and even then was too long . she belonged here , with the glow of the flurry of stars painting her face . they’ve got matching pride , fully aware how capable they are , and tidreen can appreciate that . a few short steps are taken back , and the jedi exile raises her chin to follow him . ( she’s really doing this . really partnering with a sith . ) a hard swallow , pushing down how wrong she feels not striking this man down where he stands . instead , killspree is smiling , finding comfort in the rather total control of the ship the sith lord has , basing her thoughts on just moments prior . ❝ —— EASY ? ❞ and it starts to truly settle in . ❝ ALL THAT ATTENTION MUST BE AWFULLY FLATTERING . ❞ they must really want him dead .

there’s power surrounding him , radiating like a large star . where her own presence wished to swallow it . her hand lifts from the captain’s chair and the exile then places it upon her hip . ❝ FLYING WAS NEVER MY STRONG SUIT . I’M MORE OF A FOOT SOLDIER . ❞ still upon her face was her own content smirk , exhilarated , almost . but that doesn’t cause the woman to miss his tension , and how wary he seems of her . ( how much does he know about her ? )

It’s not as if Anakin’s exactly in the best standing with the Empire right now (being captured and held by the Republic doesn’t exactly look good on a Sith Lord’s record), and he’s sure that this little blockade run of his isn’t going to do anything at all to further endear him. Sidious might have use for him, but Anakin knows well enough that his master isn’t afraid to pit him up against his own people for a lesson. He’ll have to keep an eye out for attacks from both sides of the conflict for awhile  now. 

As if that’s anything new. 

“Sometimes,” he replies with a shrug, “Sometimes I’d rather get a little bit less.” The attention he’s shown is so often either from those who wish to destroy him, or from those who wish to use him-- while it would be nice to be recognised for his accomplishments, Anakin is painfully aware that he has very few real ones to speak of. Not that he’s ever really cared about Imperial recognition, but still. It would be nice to be seen as something more than a rogue failure, barely kept confined to his master’s leash. 

“I can do both,” he shrugs, not trying explicitly to brag but it comes across nonetheless. “But I would rather be out here in the stars. Only time I really feel like I’m free.” 

Even though that’s an illusion-- the chains from his past have left their scars and their ghosts, the chains of his present still cling to him-- his master, the Empire, the power he possesses and yet cannot fully reach no matter how he tries. 

He spins in his chair, circling a few times with the aid of the Force before stopping to face her again. “So, you know a bit about me-- what about you? I can tell that you’re strong in the Force, but you’re no Sith, and you don’t feel like a Jedi... it’s something else.” The corner of his mouth twitches and he releases a short huff of laughter. “To be honest, that’s why I didn’t just kill you on the spot. I’ve never felt anything like this before, I want to know more.” And finally, glancing back in her direction, as though a near death threat was nothing more than a passing footnote in conversation-- and of course, to Anakin, why would it be anything but that?-- he tilts his head. “So, who exactly are you? What are you?”

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luna-silvermist​:

Luna watches him pass, smirking, before following along after him. She half-skips and quickly is by his side. She gazes out over the notably empty fields.

“Makers, I hope there’s something to do,” Luna complains, her tone bordering on a whine. She kicks a rock, “Maybe even something to fight.” 

She spins around, walking backwards to face him, studying his expression. 

“So, is your Master as big of a gossip as mine?” she asks. “’Cause I know way more about the drama going on at the Temple than I ever thought I would.”

“Agreed,” Anakin responds, always as ever interested in practising his lightsaber skills, but the fields that surround them remain silent, not even a single feral kath-hound responding to the padawans’ challenge. 

Brows crease a little bit in response to her question. “Drama?” he asks, “No, I don’t know anything about that. Any time I ask Obi-Wan what’s going on he tells me to ‘be mindful of myself first’ or some nonsense like that. So, what is happening at the Temple?” 

Aside from his ongoing (one-sided) feud with Ferus Olin, and his not-infrequent tendency to end up in a bit of trouble after scavenging Coruscant’s lower levels long past midnight, Anakin’s been rather consistently kept out of anything else that might be going on. Notably, anything that doesn’t directly have anything to do with him. 

Which, he supposes, isn’t necessarily surprising-- but still, he wouldn’t mind knowing a bit more.

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More SWTOR-AU. Eventually, Anakin winds up captured. Afraid of his immense and volatile power, and with Anakin refusing to turn to the Light, the Jedi Council imprisons him in the Tomb on Belsavis. There, he is locked in a stasis chamber, cut off from the Force and unable to move but conscious nonetheless. It won’t be long until an Imperial infiltration begins a prison break, and he’s freed from his bonds. And when he is, he’s not happy.

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“ i’m not the JEDI                                      i should be.”

indie, extremely private and selective 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁 / 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝚅𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 from star wars.

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ecsile​:

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❝ ——- YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE A PILOT . ❞ ironic . because it was something she was entirely not . but her words are short and playful , and aren’t requiring of a full explanation . ❝ MUCH LESS CAPABLE OF THAT , BACK THERE . ❞ her hand lays on the head of the captain’s chair , viridian eyes flicking between the exile’s new captain and the stars .

Practised fingers fly over the controls as Anakin pulls back on the Interceptor’s thrusters, letting it gently coast into the stars as the distant planet and the fleet of Imperial warships surrounding it fade from view. The wreckage of a few dozen Imperial fighters hangs in the planet’s orbit-- as well they should, for firing on a Sith Lord. 

Apparently, even a Lord of the Sith was not exempt from being blown out of the sky when passing through an Imperial blockade, if he didn’t have the updated clearance codes. A small price to pay for operating without Imperial oversight, though-- and Anakin cared little about decimating a small number of fighters, taking out a couple of the frigates’ guns in the process. 

Still, those Imperials were persistent about taking down anyone trying to leave the planet, but after flying in a serpentine-pattern between a few interlocking ships (and sending some of the fighters crashing into the sides of the battlecruisers), the harried Interceptor broke away for the stars. 

He engages the hyperdrive, and they’re off, leaving the blockade well behind them. Once safely engulfed in the hyperspace lane, he spins in his seat to face her, glancing up briefly toward her face. The intent, curious look on his features ever since he met her remains, endless questions he knows not how to ask burning behind golden eyes. 

“Well, I told you I could get us through an Imperial blockade,” he notes with a bit of a shrug. “I figured that might clue you in a bit. Besides, that back there? Was nothing. Easy.”

He can afford to be a little cocky, he thinks. After all, flying is one of the few things that makes him feel truly free, and he’s really good at it, objectively. He tries to relax his stiffened shoulders, exhaling deeply, but failing-- unlike flying, relaxation is not something he’s good at.

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luna-silvermist​:

Luna follows his lead, standing up and twisting herself in hopes of loosening her back muscles. She then raises an eyebrow at him.

“You’re kidding right?” she says with a scoff. “I’m surprised there’s anything left in this place. They’re usually pretty good at clearing these places out”

“They probably put these artifacts back in there just to give us something to do,” she mutters, making her way to the blast doors. She gazes out at the Fields of Banir, the long, yellowed, grass–or is it a grain?–swaying in the breeze. She turns back and calls out, “You coming?”

The corner of Anakin’s mouth twitches up a little bit into a smile. “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised. The things our masters will do for lessons...” He shakes his head, tosses his pack over his shoulder, and hops down out of the starship. “Yeah, I’m coming,” he replies, and looks out, down the hill and across the field toward the ruins. 

He could have landed closer. And probably a bit less precariously. But it was more of a challenge that way, something interesting to do on this mission-- and a little bit of walking never hurt. 

Besides, it isn’t as if they’ll need to make a quick getaway from this place. The locals might be spooked, but Anakin seriously doubts they’ll encounter trouble in the ruins-- at most, maybe a few stray creatures that have found their way in. “If they haven’t put things here for us, let’s just hope there’s still something to find.”

His gaze skims the area and he spots what seems to be a narrow path winding down the cliffs, and tilts his head toward it before beginning to pick his way over the rocks, down to the fields below.

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starter for @luna-silvermist !

Anakin doesn’t know Luna too well-- they’ve shared a few classes at the Temple before, but he can’t remember ever really speaking to her much. Of course, that’s part of the point of this mission-- learning to work with others outside of his usual companions. At least he isn’t on assignment with Ferus again-- maybe Luna will be easier to get along with. 

The indicator lights on their starship’s dashboard blink, announcing their arrival at the designated coordinates. Anakin engages the landing gear and brings the ship down to the ground, repulsors firing to steady it as it lands on a mountain outcropping. It’s a bit rocky, as to be expected from the rough terrain (and, while Anakin’s an expert pilot, his landing could still use some work to be completely honest), but the ship settles down, and Anakin cuts the engines, glancing over at his companion. 

It’s a simple mission-- searching the ruins of a Jedi Enclave on Dantooine for artefacts for the temple’s archives. Something that the two padawans would easily be able to handle on their own. 

Anakin understands it of course, but he can’t help but feel a bit bored already-- this mission lacks the intrigue, the danger, the excitement of so many others he’s experienced. But since it’s simple, it should be over quickly, and they can return. 

“I wonder if anything will even be left in there,” he opens the ship’s blast doors and gets up from his seat, stretching out his arms and legs briefly. “Obi-Wan says it’s been abandoned for thousands of years.”

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teablade​:

     Quick on her feet, though vision still a fair bit frail in comparison to the rest of her senses. She could still tell the apple halted in the air for a brief moment. Though, opting not to draw attention to it. Popping the rest of the pastry in her mouth, she wanders to Hatter’s shelves, small hum offered as she starts heating a kettle for tea– real tea, not the wonders placed about the shoppe. 

Whilst waiting, she pops herself up on Hatter’s desk, legs crossing as she continues to simply look his way. “ Buildin’ things? Hope you’re not related to the Carpenter, with his hair loss, that’d be an absolute tragedy. “ Maybe a bit shallow to say aloud, but no one ever said she wasn’t. Far as he knew, she believed him to be a denizen, and most of them can hardly get enough to scrape by. Settled by the wonders rather than nourishment. Most decisions of where food went still held by the royal family, and the Queen of Heart’s doesn’t like sharing. 

“ Anakin? That’s a weird one. “ Hops off the desk to deal with the kettle once it starts its scream. “ You take sugar? “ Hadn’t even asked if he wanted tea, but she wouldn’t have listened either way. Cup placed on the table in front of him, she wanders back around his form, a tape pulled from her pocket briefly. Holds it up a few inches away from him, and there isn’t any actual writing on it, but she seems to be calculating something in her head when she pops it back in her pocket before returning to Hatter’s desk to sit. 

   “ Anyways, “ She starts, though attention seems fairly focused on herself more so than him. Mirror held up as she messes with her hair– in a way, she’s doing it to offer him some form of comfort, as if she weren’t paying enough attention to him to do anything. Though, in another, she’s still watching. Still waiting. Always prepared. “ You came in here for a reason, right? Don’t seem like the type interested in Hatter’s luxury collection or anything like that. Gotta have something worth trading for to get them anyways. That means you’ve got another reason, so, speak. “ 

He hesitates a moment before biting into the apple, just to make sure she’s not going to want it back-- and he realises how hungry he is, naturally. It’s been... well, it’s been a little while since he’s eaten. Anakin isn’t exactly the best at keeping time, or about noticing when he needs to eat, when he’s thirsty, when he should sleep. 

"Nope, never met him,” Anakin shakes his head, and subconsciously lifts a hand and runs fingers through coppery hair. The gesture does a little to soothe his anxiety, and he finds it a little easier to breathe. 

Of course his name’s weird, but she doesn’t seem to be too suspicious of it. So far so good, he thinks-- he hopes, but usually he can tell when something’s off (He thinks, while ignoring the instincts screaming to him that something’s off.) It will all be just fine. Gaze settles on the tea-cup placed in front of him, and he reaches to touch it, turning it slightly. “Yes,” he replies, though he’s not really too sure himself-- he knows he likes sweet things, so that’s probably a good option. 

A curious glance a a scrunch of his nose follows the appearance of the tape-- Anakin’s keenly aware of being sized up, and not exactly fond of that by any means. 

And of course, the questions-- wanting to know the reasons. The reasons that he hadn’t even had, before approaching her personally. Before seeing her powers. Before realising that, maybe, just maybe, he could find some way to get her to help him break into the casino. 

But he’s not going to ask that yet. Not until he has a better idea about where she stands. So, fingers still wearing on his sleeves’ edges, he replies, “I was just visiting the shoppe. And I saw... you, your powers, and I--” He pauses just briefly, collects a breath, and continues. “I haven’t seen a lot of powers before.” 

It’s easier to show than tell, and he raises his hand, projecting his focus outward. The cup rises up from the table, floating mid-air, rotating in a circle. It takes a lot of effort, and it would be far easier to simply shatter it, but Anakin realises that that may well get him in a lot more trouble. 

Carefully, he lets the cup settle back down onto the table, and turns back to face the girl. That demonstration of an explanation should suffice-- and he’ll find out if she’s willing to help him reach his goals later.

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* / THE FORCE - balance

Some might think that to create balance within the Force, Light and Dark must be equal. But this cannot be further from the truth.

The Force by nature is balanced. It is only when it is corrupted by the Dark Side that the balance is disrupted. Thus, to create balance within oneself, it does not mean that one must embrace both Light and Dark. On the contrary, one must shun the Dark and achieve peace.

Every person has the capacity for both Light and Dark, and it is all but impossible for a force user not to touch the Dark Side in some way by using the Force through negative emotions. It is for this reason that the Jedi Code instructs emotion to be released as a whole. However, this does not mean that it is wise to shun emotions entirely, as this often leads to them being bottled up, which allows the Dark Side to take hold even more easily. Rather, one must be able to feel their emotions, accept them, and not allow their actions or path to be influenced or controlled by them. By doing so, they will remain free from the Dark Side.

The Dark Side is not anger or fear-- these emotions, while opening the path to the Dark, are not Dark in and of themselves, and to set upon that path takes a conscious choice. It is only when these emotions are used as tools that they become corrupting. One must come to understand their fear, and their sadness, and their anger, and process those feelings safely, and not use them as their strength or to achieve their goals. These feelings are only the path to the Dark Side-- and to deny their existence through suppression will perpetuate them, broadening that path. 

Unfortunately, there are some Jedi that fear their own fears-- those that believe that, by feeling fear, or anger, or grief, they are already touching the Dark, and so they deny those feelings, bottle them up, and act as though they don’t exist. And in these cases, any expression of anger or fear, regardless of the situation, is seen as dangerous and shunned. This behaviour only increases the chance that these emotions will grow too strong and become too much for them to handle, which can ultimately lead to their fall just as easily as willingly using them as tools for their own purposes can.

To find balance within the Force and within oneself, one must first find balance between allowing their emotions to rule them and suppressing them entirely.