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[greenlog17]

The restaurant can totally serve as a command center or last holdout if needed, i mean, what good restaurant cant? What do you mean thats not "normal" or "expected"? All the other mandolorian businesses do it! (Nods of agreement from various mando business owners having a meal while on break)

Beloved Star Wars Oc Time~☆

They're a Mandalorian!

What is their gender? Their Name? Nunya! Do not observe them and what're you, a cop? They WERE Child and now they ARE Mando. No they are not from a Traditionalist Convert, they just got social anxiety and their helmet has excellent air filters. You ever breathe the atmosphere on some of these planets? Disgusting. Three parts pollution to one part air. Unholy!

Not today, Lung Cancer! Fuck you! Plus? It protects their hearing! Very nice.

Their are MANY benefits to Mandalorian Headwear.

Of course, that said? Their childhood was spent in a vaguely shitty ship. Their Buir is second to none, mind you. Worked Their ASS off to get them a good education. Make sure they were fed, armored, and trained to the best of their ability. Lil Mando got to see the Galaxy! There were field trips to beautiful nature reserve planets. Award winning art galleries and museums. Cultural hotspots of all kinds.

But like... they got shot at, too.

Cause Buir was a bounty hunter. And they DID get hurt. Nearly die a couple times. Lil Mando had to memorize "what to do if Buir is shot and unresponsive" and "who to call if Buir doesn't come back, even though they love you and promised". It was STRESSFUL.

And that's with Lil Mando BEING a SI-OC! A Reincarnation! The joy and wonders of an adult's emotional development! Good FUCK it would probably have messed up a kid. Or... not? Maybe they would have thought it completely normal. No way to tell.

Regardless? Lil Mando spends their Childhood quietly loosing their shit. NEEDING distraction. And luckily? Space Word Docs on their tablet is RIGHT there! Perfect for translating old Earth Books from their first life, to publish in their second. You know... AFTER looking them up. (None found)

Stories, games, some songs and a few recipe books. They build up. Lil Mando asks (during a bit of down time between hunts, while they are visiting family) the Goran who they should take their creations too. Who is trustworthy?

They get a Mandalorian Publishing House, obviously. And a Mandalorian own bank. Same with the copyright office. All nice, trustworthy, heavily armed individuals who would NEVER break contract or steal from children. Sweet! *smol child dumps their life's work on the desk* They would like to publish pls!

Buir has to sign off, obviously. Because they are a baby child. But? Sure. Why not? If it sells, it sell. If not, then it can be a lesson in finances for the kiddo. They'll just make sure it's anonymous so no one creeps on the kid.

It does modestly well! Not wildly. But a decent chunk of change. On each of them. AND lil Mando keeps producing more. Which adds up.

Especially since lil Mando doesn't really HAVE any drains on their accounts yet.

They become a modestly successful author. Their Buir is proud. After all, not EVERYONE has to be a bounty hunter. You are no less Mandalorian for being an author. A farmer. Or a chef! And no longer so Lil Mando? Plans to be a Chef.

See, they have a PLAN.

They're going to Coruscant. (Eew. Child, why?) Cause, see, they? Oh THEY are gonna buy a space near the Jetii'yaim! (Again... WHY?) And then? Oh THEN? They are gonna build SUCH a fuckin restaurant, the Jetii won't be ABLE to resist coming by! (Confusing plan, but we'll support you?) Why you may ask?

Because Mando is going to DRAG the Jetii, kicking and screaming if they must, into better Mando/Jetii relations. By by feeding them, teaching them The Way, and eventually sneaking some strill into their temple to cuddle their Ade. (Oooooooh. You're trying to make them less Bastard-y! Looking out for the BABY Jetii. Okay this makes sense.)

Everyone agrees this is an EXCELLENT plan.

Mando gets their fuckin real-estate. Nice~

They? Did their RESEARCH. They get super mild force muffling metals for the walls. Not enough to block shit. Just enough it should be less... screaming. All the time, all the time. Cause like? It IS an absurdly populated planet sized city. So the inside should be quieter.

NEXT? Plants. So many. Just ALL the green. Climbing the walls, hanging from the ceiling, in colorful pots and planters. Life and color EVERYWHERE. With lil brightly decorated droids to manage them all.

That's on TOP of the hella strong, industrial grade air filters. Just... the ABSOLUTE best money can buy. Those coupled with the plants? The air is fuckin CRISP. Filled with spices.

And Mando is unapologetically Mandalorian in their decorating. Furs and carpets, tapestries and (disarmed) antique weapons. Their's is the ONLY Mandalorian restaurant in the district. Hell, likely the only one this side of the planet! Everyone else is tucked away in Keldab'ika. But Mando? Has a plan. And SHAN'T be moving.

This isn't about the money. They can AFFORD to piss away credits. Granted, they'd prefer not too... but they CAN. And they WILL. Until the Jettii get off their asses and come poking around.

*makes Pspspspsps noises at Jedi Shadows, sliding over plate of Uj cake* heeeere Jetii, jetii, jetii~ it's oooookay. I don't bite~ you want spicy? We got spicy. Mmmm, spicy food! *continued coaxing noises*

*Jedi Shadows press X to doubt*

........but it DO smell good though. And like... they SHOULD check it out. You know... to figure out what they're planning. .....For safety reasons. Yeah. Safety reasons. Let's go with that. >.>

Cause like? They can't find SHIT. It's just good food. Warm, filling, spicy or unique. Big portions. Jedi friendly. Not "performatively jedi friendly" but ACTUALLY jedi friendly. Doesn't ask questions they legally can't answer. Was willing to shoot at that guy who was creeping on a Twi-lek Shadow.

THEN? Two Padawan, who were SPECIFICALLY told "we are still vetting this place. Do NOT go there" sneak in. MotherFUCKER! Grounded. Oh, they are SO grounded. Ten THOUSAND years. Where the FUCK are their Masters?! Every Shadow in the building grains the equivalent of three new gray hairs and a stress ulcer. Can't even taste their delicious soup anymore. Just... just ALL stress. All the way to their SOUL.

Except? Mando? Lights UP.

Like an excited puppy who just heard the word "walkies".

Cause? Babies? Gasp! It IS! Jetii BABIES! Hi~☆ Jetii Babies! You want some food? Delicious cake? Three new blasters and a strill puppy?! What can I get you this fine and wonderful day~☆?

Mando has even taken off their helmet. So said Jetii Babies™ can FEEL how Not A Threat and pleased to see them they are. Troublemaker A is like "psssssh, told ya. And you were worried!" *happily begins to order food*

The Shadows? Metaphorically have their heads in their hands. Stars why. Only THEN it's so much worse? Because the Mandalorian they've been stalking? Casually drifts over and is all "not that I'm not thrilled, because I am, cause children are the future and adorable. But I'm pretty sure you guys didn't want them here yet? Since I haven't passed your super secret jetti vetting process? Do you know who I am supposed to call to pick them up, for once they're done eating?"

Like?? Ah. We've been made. Fantastic. Great! How long have you-? Actually, for our own sanity, don't tell us yet. Let me call them. And can I get this to go? I'll walk them back. ( -_-)

None if them even bother to hide after that. Cause, fuck it.

One of their Consular Creche mates fuckin tracks them down, cause they're "hoarding" the "Forbidden Spicy". And, being a freaking diplomat? Just like... asks! O:> you can't just ASK! D:< what is this, some amateur hour sh-! *Mando is perfectly honest and answers the question*

.........MOTHER FUCKER.

That's Cheating!

No, that's called "you idiots forgot to ask. Cause you didn't think they'd be honest and assumed enmity. Not every 'ancient enemy' wishes to stay one. And no people are a monolith, you know." *Mando nods*

So... what is a strill and why do you want to "sneak" some into our Creche? *Mando lights up* *starts talking about how much Strill ADORE children and will protect them with their life, on top of the rumor Jettii can talk to animals which mean they can even specifically ASK the strill to help with their "creche"*

Like? Good for emotional regulation. Good for hugs on demand. Good for cuddling. A sense of responsibility. Practicing talking to animals maybe? Mando isn't sure how that works. Obviously you would have to meet some strill before hand. See them interacting with children...

And like? Mando is delightfully open about their scheming. All of which is benevolent? Their stated goal is to reverse damage done by the Sith to Mandalorian Jedi relations? With aggressive friendliness. A plan of which they've gotten other Mandalorians involved with.

Cause make no mistake. By the time the Clone wars happen? There WILL be packs of Strill roaming the Jedi temple. And those Strill WILL be a massive, deadly, last line of defense should Mando fail to prevent Order 66. After all... nothing says "buying the time to save vulnerable children" like several hundred pounds of enraged, fanged, and heavily muscled DEATH.

Further thoughts on what Mando about the Cone Wars in part 2 maybe?

@babbling-babull @mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @leftnotright @hdgnj

[greenlog17]

Clearly, the next step is getting both the mando bounty hunters and jedi to start talking about their missions and have them realise they do basically the same shit, explosions and all, and honnestly, you know plo koon is gonna show up there and make at least 75% of the mandos swoon on pure buir instinct alone. and im also imagining some criminal trying to hold up the store only to see like, 2 dozen jedi and mandolorians each just sitting there all armed and armored (at least in the mandos case, they havent convinced the jedi just yet.) Ready to beat someone up dispense justice for interupting the peaceful atmosphere and lovely meals.

Beloved Star Wars Oc Time~☆

They're a Mandalorian!

What is their gender? Their Name? Nunya! Do not observe them and what're you, a cop? They WERE Child and now they ARE Mando. No they are not from a Traditionalist Convert, they just got social anxiety and their helmet has excellent air filters. You ever breathe the atmosphere on some of these planets? Disgusting. Three parts pollution to one part air. Unholy!

Not today, Lung Cancer! Fuck you! Plus? It protects their hearing! Very nice.

Their are MANY benefits to Mandalorian Headwear.

Of course, that said? Their childhood was spent in a vaguely shitty ship. Their Buir is second to none, mind you. Worked Their ASS off to get them a good education. Make sure they were fed, armored, and trained to the best of their ability. Lil Mando got to see the Galaxy! There were field trips to beautiful nature reserve planets. Award winning art galleries and museums. Cultural hotspots of all kinds.

But like... they got shot at, too.

Cause Buir was a bounty hunter. And they DID get hurt. Nearly die a couple times. Lil Mando had to memorize "what to do if Buir is shot and unresponsive" and "who to call if Buir doesn't come back, even though they love you and promised". It was STRESSFUL.

And that's with Lil Mando BEING a SI-OC! A Reincarnation! The joy and wonders of an adult's emotional development! Good FUCK it would probably have messed up a kid. Or... not? Maybe they would have thought it completely normal. No way to tell.

Regardless? Lil Mando spends their Childhood quietly loosing their shit. NEEDING distraction. And luckily? Space Word Docs on their tablet is RIGHT there! Perfect for translating old Earth Books from their first life, to publish in their second. You know... AFTER looking them up. (None found)

Stories, games, some songs and a few recipe books. They build up. Lil Mando asks (during a bit of down time between hunts, while they are visiting family) the Goran who they should take their creations too. Who is trustworthy?

They get a Mandalorian Publishing House, obviously. And a Mandalorian own bank. Same with the copyright office. All nice, trustworthy, heavily armed individuals who would NEVER break contract or steal from children. Sweet! *smol child dumps their life's work on the desk* They would like to publish pls!

Buir has to sign off, obviously. Because they are a baby child. But? Sure. Why not? If it sells, it sell. If not, then it can be a lesson in finances for the kiddo. They'll just make sure it's anonymous so no one creeps on the kid.

It does modestly well! Not wildly. But a decent chunk of change. On each of them. AND lil Mando keeps producing more. Which adds up.

Especially since lil Mando doesn't really HAVE any drains on their accounts yet.

They become a modestly successful author. Their Buir is proud. After all, not EVERYONE has to be a bounty hunter. You are no less Mandalorian for being an author. A farmer. Or a chef! And no longer so Lil Mando? Plans to be a Chef.

See, they have a PLAN.

They're going to Coruscant. (Eew. Child, why?) Cause, see, they? Oh THEY are gonna buy a space near the Jetii'yaim! (Again... WHY?) And then? Oh THEN? They are gonna build SUCH a fuckin restaurant, the Jetii won't be ABLE to resist coming by! (Confusing plan, but we'll support you?) Why you may ask?

Because Mando is going to DRAG the Jetii, kicking and screaming if they must, into better Mando/Jetii relations. By by feeding them, teaching them The Way, and eventually sneaking some strill into their temple to cuddle their Ade. (Oooooooh. You're trying to make them less Bastard-y! Looking out for the BABY Jetii. Okay this makes sense.)

Everyone agrees this is an EXCELLENT plan.

Mando gets their fuckin real-estate. Nice~

They? Did their RESEARCH. They get super mild force muffling metals for the walls. Not enough to block shit. Just enough it should be less... screaming. All the time, all the time. Cause like? It IS an absurdly populated planet sized city. So the inside should be quieter.

NEXT? Plants. So many. Just ALL the green. Climbing the walls, hanging from the ceiling, in colorful pots and planters. Life and color EVERYWHERE. With lil brightly decorated droids to manage them all.

That's on TOP of the hella strong, industrial grade air filters. Just... the ABSOLUTE best money can buy. Those coupled with the plants? The air is fuckin CRISP. Filled with spices.

And Mando is unapologetically Mandalorian in their decorating. Furs and carpets, tapestries and (disarmed) antique weapons. Their's is the ONLY Mandalorian restaurant in the district. Hell, likely the only one this side of the planet! Everyone else is tucked away in Keldab'ika. But Mando? Has a plan. And SHAN'T be moving.

This isn't about the money. They can AFFORD to piss away credits. Granted, they'd prefer not too... but they CAN. And they WILL. Until the Jettii get off their asses and come poking around.

*makes Pspspspsps noises at Jedi Shadows, sliding over plate of Uj cake* heeeere Jetii, jetii, jetii~ it's oooookay. I don't bite~ you want spicy? We got spicy. Mmmm, spicy food! *continued coaxing noises*

*Jedi Shadows press X to doubt*

........but it DO smell good though. And like... they SHOULD check it out. You know... to figure out what they're planning. .....For safety reasons. Yeah. Safety reasons. Let's go with that. >.>

Cause like? They can't find SHIT. It's just good food. Warm, filling, spicy or unique. Big portions. Jedi friendly. Not "performatively jedi friendly" but ACTUALLY jedi friendly. Doesn't ask questions they legally can't answer. Was willing to shoot at that guy who was creeping on a Twi-lek Shadow.

THEN? Two Padawan, who were SPECIFICALLY told "we are still vetting this place. Do NOT go there" sneak in. MotherFUCKER! Grounded. Oh, they are SO grounded. Ten THOUSAND years. Where the FUCK are their Masters?! Every Shadow in the building grains the equivalent of three new gray hairs and a stress ulcer. Can't even taste their delicious soup anymore. Just... just ALL stress. All the way to their SOUL.

Except? Mando? Lights UP.

Like an excited puppy who just heard the word "walkies".

Cause? Babies? Gasp! It IS! Jetii BABIES! Hi~☆ Jetii Babies! You want some food? Delicious cake? Three new blasters and a strill puppy?! What can I get you this fine and wonderful day~☆?

Mando has even taken off their helmet. So said Jetii Babies™ can FEEL how Not A Threat and pleased to see them they are. Troublemaker A is like "psssssh, told ya. And you were worried!" *happily begins to order food*

The Shadows? Metaphorically have their heads in their hands. Stars why. Only THEN it's so much worse? Because the Mandalorian they've been stalking? Casually drifts over and is all "not that I'm not thrilled, because I am, cause children are the future and adorable. But I'm pretty sure you guys didn't want them here yet? Since I haven't passed your super secret jetti vetting process? Do you know who I am supposed to call to pick them up, for once they're done eating?"

Like?? Ah. We've been made. Fantastic. Great! How long have you-? Actually, for our own sanity, don't tell us yet. Let me call them. And can I get this to go? I'll walk them back. ( -_-)

None if them even bother to hide after that. Cause, fuck it.

One of their Consular Creche mates fuckin tracks them down, cause they're "hoarding" the "Forbidden Spicy". And, being a freaking diplomat? Just like... asks! O:> you can't just ASK! D:< what is this, some amateur hour sh-! *Mando is perfectly honest and answers the question*

.........MOTHER FUCKER.

That's Cheating!

No, that's called "you idiots forgot to ask. Cause you didn't think they'd be honest and assumed enmity. Not every 'ancient enemy' wishes to stay one. And no people are a monolith, you know." *Mando nods*

So... what is a strill and why do you want to "sneak" some into our Creche? *Mando lights up* *starts talking about how much Strill ADORE children and will protect them with their life, on top of the rumor Jettii can talk to animals which mean they can even specifically ASK the strill to help with their "creche"*

Like? Good for emotional regulation. Good for hugs on demand. Good for cuddling. A sense of responsibility. Practicing talking to animals maybe? Mando isn't sure how that works. Obviously you would have to meet some strill before hand. See them interacting with children...

And like? Mando is delightfully open about their scheming. All of which is benevolent? Their stated goal is to reverse damage done by the Sith to Mandalorian Jedi relations? With aggressive friendliness. A plan of which they've gotten other Mandalorians involved with.

Cause make no mistake. By the time the Clone wars happen? There WILL be packs of Strill roaming the Jedi temple. And those Strill WILL be a massive, deadly, last line of defense should Mando fail to prevent Order 66. After all... nothing says "buying the time to save vulnerable children" like several hundred pounds of enraged, fanged, and heavily muscled DEATH.

Further thoughts on what Mando about the Cone Wars in part 2 maybe?

@babbling-babull @mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @leftnotright @hdgnj

[greenlog17]

Who says we need any one species! Shapshifters exist, what better way to be a cryptid then to not have a consistent form! And who knows what growing up right beside a force nexus could have done to her biology! Having the existanal force of the universe as a neighbour tends to change a person!

I got a Star Wars Oc~~☆

And she is driving meeeee~ a little crazy!

Honestly? No idea what to name her. No idea what RACE she is, which is why I don't know what to name her. Only? That she is a "we don't get out much" Sort of humanoid.

Like? Yes. They exsist. You might even have heard of them. See a few, if you're in the area. Traveling by where their planet is. Their Sector even has like... an aid to the Representative who is one? Unsure. That might have been a decade ago. It's not like it's an IMPORTANT Sector. Honestly kinda quiet and far out.

But? As all races are want to do? Eventual Force Sensitive Baby. And unfortunately, their planets particular Force Sect kinda collapsed (dramatically) several centuries back. Soooo.... guess we should send her to the Jedi?

Tragic, yes. But this far out? It honestly safest. Pirates and Hutts, you know. She'll lead a good life. A happy one. Have a chance to make a difference. What more can parents ask for their child?

So, a Seeker comes to pick the youngling up.

All very routine.

She is a sweet and delightful toddler. Very bright in the Force. Honestly? He feels... connected. Like he's been called here for a reason. Who knows! Maybe the lil munchkin is his future Padawan? It's been said to happen.

He already adores her.

All is well.

Until it isn't.

Dragged violently out of hyperspace by pirates, the Knight is forced to defend himself. His fragile new charge. Overwhelming odds where their should not have been. He manages a jump. They follow. Jump again! Once more, followed. One last desperate bid for safety. The Force guiding his fingers.

A planet. Too close! His pursuers are just as caught in the sudden, fatal, gravity well as he is.

Still... he tries.

Alarms blaring. Lights flashing. Where IS he? He can't-‽ Dragging on the controls does nothing. The planet looms. Beautiful. Peaceful. So very at odds with the terror around him. The crescendos of fear, cutting out in flame and wreckage, as pirate ships give way to atmospheric pressures. His ship groans. Shakes like it's fighting desperately against coming apart.

The youngling's fear is a high note, in this terrible song of terror. Bright and lilting in the darkness. He is here, little one. It's okay. I-It's going to be okay!

He knows he is lying.

Engines are gone.

They are falling.

And falling.

Planet fall is getting closer. He is One with the Force. The Force is One with him. There can be no fear in this moment. No doubt. Calm comes, as he realizes... ah. My ship isn't going to make it. We are going to crash. And... and I am strong enough, skilled enough, to protect one of us.

He has jump from higher. It was a game, before. Somehow... this is different. The Force croons. Sings peace and sorrow. Yet it does not sing regret. If... if he does not move? He will be fine. He can feel it. The impact will injure him, but he will survive.

The youngling, his little could be Padawan... will not.

Is it even a choice? (Of course it is. But one he does not even need to think about, does not hesitate to make. One he would never hesitate to make. It simply is not the man he is. The man he was. The man he could have been. So in the end... it always ended here.)

As the ground races up to greet them, he slaps the emergency release of his seat. Lunges for the youngling. Wrapping himself around her tiny body, he pulls with all of his strength, a bubble of SAFETY made of the Force itself. She is afraid. With warbling, untrained spark, tries so desperately to help.

Jaieh has you, little one. You'll be okay. Just trust the Force. Jaieh has yo-

IMPACT.

Cacophony. Screeching metal, crashing trees and breaking earth. Groaning and wratling, as the ship warp and breaks apart. Bending unnaturally around a pocket of safety in the cockpit, even as it drives itself into the ground. Slowing. Slowing. The hiss of heated metals and gasses escaping. Crackling wires, somewhere nearby, before what's left of the fail safes cut the power.

Silence.

Terrible silence.

What little light manages, weakly, to make it's way into the mostly buried cockpit, catches on the brutal edges of space worthy transpasteel shards. Like spears bursting inward, most of them bend unnaturally around OC like a shell of jagged death. Most of them. Less then an inch from her throat? The largest shard remains.

Pierced through her jaieh. His body still, his arms still shielding her. He... he would have been safe. If he stayed in his seat. Yet every path but this, saw her dead. She can feel it. Trying to pull her out of the way. Shielding them both. Shielding just her. Switching their seats. A-all of it....

The blood is so hot against her chest. Yet his face is so calm in the meager light. He knew. He... he did it anyway.

She never even got to talk to him. Not really. To know her jaieh. And now he's gone somewhere she can't follow. Not for a long, long time. B-because he wouldn't want that. In fact, he gave his life, specifically so she didn't. What can she do but honor his choice? His final request? Her teacher wants her to live. S-So she's gotta.

OC can feel his lightsaber at his hip. Gently, respectfully, she pulls it free. Unhooks herself. Then cuts their way free.

The front of their ship is crushed. But the back? Surprisingly in tact. For the given quality of "in tact" things can be, after such an impact. The side door is hopelessly wedged closed. But the emergency BACK release? Still functions.

Releases her out into open air, as the ship is wedged into the ground. A long, long furrow of broken earth in its wake. Yet around the destruction... the planet is... is beautiful.

H-how cruel.

That the site of her jaieh's death should be so beautiful. So bright and peaceful and serene. It... it feels almost mocking.

Yet the Force hums here. Calm and ancient. Deep and filled with unfathomable Light. It's like standing just a bit too close to a god. Something... something here is dangerous. Not Dark. No... no its far worse then that. Something here is dangerous? Because it is Light. Because it burns like a star.

And she thinks... she thinks she might be standing too close.

(The infinite loves you. Be not afraid.)

She survives. Holds a funeral for her Jaieh. Thanks the fuckin STARS for all those primitive technology videos she used to watch. Offers to help local Fluffy Wildlife with their shedding of winter coats. You know... in return for KEEPING that fluff. It's good for clothing and bedding.

There is an Old Force Temple.

Is it a JEDI temple? Fffffuck is she knows! It's old as BALLS. Possibly older! She lives here now. Probably not wise. Because... well.... she found IT. You know. The Thing. The big, rumbling that isn't rumbling, burning that isn't burning, All Of Cosmos And Then Some... thing. It's DEFINITELY a Nexus.

Gotta be.

She's never, you know, SEEN one before... but it's either a Force Nexus or some sort of deeply Light, yet unspeakably Cursed as FUCK, portal straight to the Eldritch heart of a GOD. So like... probably a Force Nexus? Odds are good.

But since she's stuck on the planet with it?

Ha ha! There is no war in ba sing se! Don't be silly~☆

(You can not run from the fear within you. We are One and You are Us)

.......that's what I thought you'd say you horrible nightmare Vibe Neighbor. T^T but like... why tho. I WANNA run away from *vibes intensify* okay! OKAY!!

Cause she is both Smol but like? The only living person THERE? So she owns the Temple now. Nexus normally just reflex what's around them. Channel power in, channel power out. And this one largely still does! It just got cultivated to ALSO help temple goers Reflect™. Grow as people. Be a vaguely active part of the Holy Site.

This is not a "we keep kids here" temple. THIS is a "experienced priests/masters/monks go to pray and Reflect Upon The Force in a challenging force concentrated environment" Sort of Temple. So like... better not trip.

Sink or swim, motherfucker.

OC? Become deeply chill. She HAS too. But also? DEEPLY weird! It's the ghosts. (Yay! Jaieh's back!) She learns to be a Jedi from dead people. While sitting juuuust over a Force Nexus. Which is kinda like learning to walk, while balanced on a balancing beam, OVER AN ACTIVE VOLCANO.

You learn to Be Chill or you give your self stress induced... everything. Those are kinda the only options, my dudes. :) have a fruit. This is Fine™. :)

The ExplorerCorps knights that stumble upon the planet and pick her Jaieh's emergency beacon? Are fuckin HORRIFIED. Just... just every stage of grief. Like all at once. All while she's just o/" hello~ would you like some tea? Welcome to Hell~☆! :D from her lil rustic house.

Oh Stars. Baby Jedi. Stranded just over a Force Nexus.

She needs ALL THE MIND HEALING. Look at her! She's SO fucking insane! *Oc humming as she politely sips her tea and talk to a ghost only she can see, oooh this IS a nice blend!* D:> that POOR CHILD!

And just? Lil miss "oooh, you're DEEPLY Cursed... ain't-cha?" Wandering the Galaxy. Not giving two shits about the Senate. About government bodies. Because what are mere mortals in the face of IT? The Force says "kick the door open and free the slaves"? O7 got it boss! Fuck "jurisdiction". She's from Uncharted Space. At what point, exactly, did she AGREE to obey your authority? Ha!

Servant of the Force, motherfuckers!

The poor Jedi are stressed. Yes. Yes they DO know who you're talking about. No she's NOT technically a part of the Order. And yes, I mean, technically she IS a Jedi. She HAS the training. It's a religious belief. They can't remove a religious belief. So technically...

Look-! We don't represent her. She does not represent US! (Kinda.) (shut UP, we are talking to the FUZZ!) (Oh, right. No, officer, I've never met that woman before in my life.)

They want so badly to get her therapy. She is a heretic but also maybe correct? Trauma or insanity? They don't know! This could be a baby Master Fae situation! She keeps rolling up to planets and going "soooo... have we considered Revolution™?" Which is NOT GREAT! Please. PLEASE, for the love of the Force, OC!

Stop hanging around the Mandalorians! They are clearly a TERRIBLE influence! (Ha ha... No.)

And like? I got more? About her setting up a temple and the other "suck for you, mine now" behaviors she has? But this is getting long! So like:

@leftnotright @babbling-babull @mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @lolottes

[greenlog17]

I just had an idea, what if it isnt a diffrent reality or universe, but just a planet far off in the unknown regions that hasn't been discovered yet, and once Ava builds some workable coms (you need to be able to communicate with the ground crew, and their just useful) some fellow mandolorians pick up her signal and come over to check out what happened. And all the cultivators are freaking the fuck out because holy shit they just came down from the heavens! And are also armor wearing, bar fighting, mercenary freaks!

Riddle me this, Batman, Star Wars!

Are the best crossovers? Not found? When you take two wildly seperate things, smash them together, and see what cooks? See what makes you go "wait... no, no. I think she might actually be on to something. Hold up. Lets see where this goes..."?

Cause like?

Consider the humble Mandalorian!

Is there anything? Technically??? Stopping them from becoming a Cultivator?

Now I know what you're thinking! One, thanks for the beer, but I'm out. You've completely lost me. But wait wait WAIT! HEAR ME OOOOOUT! And Two, yes. They exsist in seperate realities. Kinda hard to stumble into town and Find/Fight/Fuck the Cultivators into the Great Mandalorian Way Of Life™ (as one does).

Plus like... religious differences. No offense. They're sure you're whole *hand wave* immortality thing, is kinda cool? But THEY got the Manda. Those that have marched on. Plus their individual religious osmosis bits that are specific to their family lines, you know?

So like? If Mando Oc? Let's calla her Ava, fuckin BITES it? Presumably amidst kick ass explosions and Lazer fire, as one does? Maybe bringing down a ship of enemies in some sort of Heroic last stand, for their Alor? Or some kids?? Just... REALLY "I fuckin EARNED that trophy! Give it BACK D:< "Sort of "this is not my beautiful Manda, this is not my beautiful yaim. Who the FUCK are you people and why am I naked?!" Start.

Where the FUCK is her armor. Why is everything primitive? The sword? She likes. Keeping that. But WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO GORAN?! Who will make her armor! WHY CANT SHE FIND ANY BESKAR!?!? Is this hell? This feels a lot like hell.

But then... a Demon rocks up to fight. And like?

......okay, so not COMPLETELY hell.

Just uncultured, naked, barbarians. Okay... Okay! Not their fault. Breathe. They don't know any better. You're a Stanger in THEIR land. You can't push your ideas on them. This is no-.... what do you mean "born here"? No I most CERTAINLY was not!!!

Like? One Mando's journey to FINALLY get some Proper Armor™, adopt a whole ass Sects worth of kids, and COMPLETE refusal to acknowledge she might be immortal. Because no. You all are Wrong. She is LONG LIVED. Not immortal! The only TRUTH is the Manda, not this Dao business.

But! She's not gonna argue with you. You can be wrong all you like. Takes all sorts. And it's rude to insult other people's beliefs. (Even if they're Wrong) so like.... what ever works for you, buddy. Glad it makes you happy or whatever. *adopts another orphan* *continues to cause problems* *is generally VERY Mandalorian*

@legitimatesatanspawn @mayfay @babbling-babull @hdgnj @leftnotright

[greenlog17]

Now im just imagining that her sect thinks she started beefing with someone thats trying to poison her, hence checking all her food and drink, but nope! Its just the Gods trying to get their neice a fast pass into godhood.

I just had a thought? You know how there are different paths of Cultivation?

First, seperated by physical and spiritual, then broken down further and further?

Kinda like the animal kingdom honestly. It occurs to me? That the path you take cultivating? Probably REALLY effects how your Qi feels, what qi you interact with, and how it flows around you etc? Your whole VIBE, as it were.

All these "Challenge The Heavens! Push Past Your Boundaries and Go BEYOND!!!" Types? Probably have VERY agitated qi. Fight-y, for lack of a better term. Makes them seem like they're gonna punch you, kinda makes you want to punch them, maybe a lil scary. Beast tamers? Wild animal vibes. Scholars? Still and ponderous.

And it can go both ways! The beast tamer can feel very "soft fluffy animal" if he's in a great mood and a good guy. Yet might ALSO give off "face eating tiger" if he's irritable and a bit of a bastard. It probably makes being around Cultivators stressful for "mortals". They can't filter.

Granted, you're supposed to keep your vibes on the INSIDE or close to your skin, not throw it around to smack people in the face, but still. They CAN'T ignore it. Meanwhile Cultivators CAN. (Sorta) (there is, after all, a reason it's considered rude.)

The REASON I bring this up? Is Serenity, or Ren for short. Her name is real on the nose. She and Capy-oc would vibe. Sadly? They can not. Presumably different realities, as this is Generic Xanxia Land. Serenity? Is midling at best. Impressive to no one. But ALSO? Not a disappointment.

Just... is.

She's fine with "Just is."

The air is clean here. Crisp. The sky is beautiful, and the sunsets? Meandering things full of beauty. There us a rhythm to her day. A peace to repetition. Going no where and expected by no one. Classes, chores, meals, then meditation. An existence of stillness in motion, like paintings brought to life.

She makes so little progress with the physical aspects their Sect teaches. Has no taste for violence. And while the books are interesting? She doesn't absorb them the way the Scholars seem too. Her pills, when she tries, are passable. And in a pinch, she can be counted on to assist with talisman production, for all she's a bit slow. But? Again... she's so average.

But? It's meditation she's good at. With a breathe, she can sink away. Drift deeper and deeper, thoughtless and golden, shifting and air, still and floating. Whatever feels needed. And? Since she's not an Inner Disciple? She has a lot more time then you'd think.

It helps that she's perfectly content to live and die just having "magic", as it were. Why break herself, cause problems, and pick fights for some chance at immortality? This is nice. And besides, she feels it's supposed to be a PERSONAL journey, anyway. That's what the founder of the Sect did. Would it be easier with help? Probably.

But it's not worth the drama.

And just? How soft and beautiful it must feel? The qi she gathers? She's no great talent. Can't scoop up gallons at a time. But? Even a cup at a time, with time, will show progress. She's in no hurry. And it's so peaceful here. All still waters and soft moonlight, floating on peaceful waters and gentle breezes through the trees. Every sort of thing her namesake makes.

Layered softly like flower petals, thin as gossamer strands. To slowly build her foundation. The core of her Cultivation. All right under the unobserving nose of the hall masters.

When she accidentally breaks through?

The Peak Lords and Sect Master are going to LOSE THEIR SHIT.

Cause this is NOT their Sects Cultivation! Based of it, yes. But how do you FUCK UP A OUTTER DISCIPLE THIS BAD!? Were you NOT PAYING ATTENTION?! People do not break through out of NO WHERE! How did you not see this coming! Redirect her! She's STUCK LIKE THIS NOW! *furious bellowing*

Ren doesn't like the vibes in here. Everyone is loud and upset. *starts giving off Chill Vibes like a stressed area heater, because Not Calm is the antithesis to her whole ass Cultivation path now* *Sect leadership only gets more upset*

You FUCKED UP A PERFECTLY FINE DISCIPLE! D:<

Look at her! She might end up a PASSIFIST! *fighting peak lord has to brace himself in horror* (why would you even SAY THAT!? D:> don't wish that on the kid!!!)

Just? Everyone saying "you're doing it wrong, you gotta fight" and her just going "nah, I'm good. I like meditation and vibing with the universe. If that means I stay mortal. Guess that's that." And it just? Turns out there are many paths to the heavens.

AND that heavenly beasts really like hanging out with the Chill kid in the Calm Down Cultivation cave. Like? Are those hers!? No. Of course not. They could all crush me like an ant. They just showed up, bullied me to the side, and flopped down. I did not think it wise to argue.

Now they're taking a nap.

Do YOU want to be the one to wake them up?

[greenlog17]

We know what the human cultivators think of diana (a batshit insane zombie killing child), but what do the zombie raisers think of her? I also totally see her devloping a crossbow and anti zombie talismans like, taped to the tip of the arrows, because why risk getting in close and bit and swarmed to death when you have access to ranged weapons that still instantly kill the zombies.

I just had another Xanxia Thought Child!

Everyone~☆! Congratulate my baby on being born!

*clap clap clap* (ﾉ ˃ˋᗜˊ˂ )ﾉ🎉🎉🎉

Cause like? Here we are? Assuming our Reincarnated Children AREN'T living in Interesting Times™ before they die? And that's no fun~! We should be giving that kid anxiety! Some pre-packaged heart demons! Maybe a twitchy murder finger!

A deep, DEEP seated loathing for Demonic Cultivators and, specifically, their undead minions.

You picking up what I'm setting down? ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ yeah~, that's right!

Zombie Apocalypse.

OC got lucky, originally, was out in the middle of nowhere, camping. Yes... lucky. Oh so very, very "lucky". She had supplies. She had shelter. Everything she'd need for the coming days. Oh, and a front row seat... to watch as everything fell apart.

Got to sit, miles and miles away, and listen, over the phone. As her family sobbed and screamed. Terrified and confused. Chaos, wet gurgling and ripping. The crunching of broken things and mindless groaning in familiar voices. Yes... so very lucky.

She didn't have to watch it.

Just listen.

See the news stations fall, one by one, as cities were over run. Watch as news sites stop updating. As infrastructure starts to fail and her connection begins to get spotty. Then, inevitably, as figures start to shuffle along the horizon. Mindless and wandering.

Like everyone else who survives those first terrible days, there is a steep learning curve. One she barely survives. But... she does. And that matters. She makes friends. She watchs them die. Keeps her promise, made again and again, that they won't come back. That she won't let them hurt anyone.

Civilization falls, yes. But it comes back. It always has. She finds her way to a city state. Prays for the day that "the billions" will end. Cause, after all, they say that if they're careful? Eventually the infection WILL die out. They just gotta contain it. Keep looking for a cure.

Hope is a stubborn thing.

But zombie swarms don't care about hope. They hunger. And what is the city, if not a shell waiting to be cracked? Like tides, they come. Slamming against the walls. Again. Again. AGAIN.

One day... one of the fuckers finds some weak point they must have missed. A breach. They start pouring in. Oc is on wall duty. OUTER wall duty. There are rings, because things like this might happen and everyone planned for the worst.

She's part of the team that stays behind.

Trapped between the second wall and the outer wall, trying to drive them back. Seal the gap. Cover fire rains from above. Each step, a hair from nashing teeth and clawing hands. There are so many. So, so many.

Too many, in the end. At least for her.

She's separated from the group.

A death sentence.

So fast...she barely feels being torn apart.

It's strange. The sky was so blue that day. Beautiful, really. Felt out of place for hell on earth. It was the last thing she saw. Endless... so beautiful and endless. She... she had just enough time to realize what was about to happen. To think "ah...", feel this strange... calm, settle deep.

That it would finally all be over. To end like this.

How unfair.

Oh well... at least she get to-

Then she's fucking blinking and there's a GOD DAMN ZOMBIE.

Naturally, she hit it with a wok. She was unaware there WAS a wok near-by. And also? Why is she in a kitchen? Like... an OLD as fuck one? But also not old? Clearly used one. Feels vaugly like the ones people rigged up during the early days... but like... not. And also Chinese. Questions for later!

Wait. No. Why the FUCK is she a ZYGOTE?! *flexs tiny "baby" hands* *is actually like 8* Ah... so she's in hell. Well fuck you too, god. I guess.

There is a scared child scream.

Religious crisis later! Zombie smashing now! She finds one trying to claw into a cabinet. Smart kids! Trapped themselves, but still! Smart. Good to put a barrier between themselves and the zombie. She crushes its skull with the wok. Rescues her... sib..lings? Oooh that's a weird head rush.

Okay, not hell. God just thinks they're fuckin FUNNY. I see how it is.

Well I'm about to be hilarious. (New life motto:Get!)

OC proceeds to Experienced Zombie Fighter her way through several houses. Rescuing who she can. Calls a retreat. Gets everyone to a defensible location. Oh joy, back to the swewers. She did NOT miss this.

Turns out? Town is being attacked by a small Demonic Cultivator sect. They brought zombies.

She's about to bring pain. Who the FUCK weaponizes ZOMBIES. Wanna uses nukes for a fist fight next? You idiot!? You ABSOLUTE BAFOON?! Is setting aside that whole "cultivation sect" thing to freak out over later.

(What? Like her neighbors old web novels? Those Xanxia things that he loves to talk about? Misses like crazy cause no one can find any physical copies of stories like that, here in the west?)

(...could...could find.)

OC starts to fuckin Ambush Predator them. You learn to fight dirty, in the apocalypse. Cause there ARE bastards out there. And not everyone was willing to be a decent fuckin human being. You're "cultivation" or whatever isn't gonna do SHIT, if you're too concussion to use it!

Blow to the head! Slit the throat before they recover.

Move on to the next one.

Kill as many fuckin zombies as you can along the way.

It is AS she's doing this? Somebody just sorta? *Yoink* scruffs. This small, filthy, murderous child? Sassy and immediately tries to stab them? Good reflexs! Taking that knife though. It's clearly cursed. Who gave you that? Did you take that from one of the demonic cultivators? Honestly, next time just use a kitchen knife. You don't know where their knives have been!

Blinking, she stops struggling to actually look at the adult holding her in air jail.

Huh. Bright colors. Doesn't seem to be on Team Zombie. Better check. Oi! How do you feel about Zombies? "Utter abominations. A crime against the dead." Oh, hey~! A reasonable and well adjusted adult! Hi~☆! ( ^-^)/"

Is her complete 180 from vicious, seething, hell child to calm and agreeable young lady mildly off putting? Yes. But, meh. The Cultivator thinks it's kinda cute. He bets she bites. Adorable.

Him and HIS team are here to murder the Demonic Cultivators and purge the Zombies. Wanna come with him? You have a talent for killing things. And, you know, a spiritual root. Mostly the first one. A fine quality! Good for ALL sorts of terrible demonic nasties. I'm assuming your parents are dead?

....wow. You're really bad with kids.

So I've been told! Is that a yes?

Only if oc can either bring her siblings or, should they not have spiritual roots, you help her arrange something equally beneficial. And just like? Rest of his team? Find him calmly debating with this filthy, blood covered child? That he's just? Holding directing out in front of him at eye level by the back of her shirt?

She's just hanging there from his grip. He looks quitely thrilled.

Oh... oh no. Who let him around a child? He traumatizes children! Why IS THAT CHILD COVERED IN BLOOD!? Shixiong what have you DONE!? (Adopted! Presumably! This IS how one obtains children, right?) (NO!!!)

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hdgnj @leftnotright @spidori @lolottes

[greenlog17]

She would probably be apalled at the lack of defenses at the sects mountain, especially if they dont have any lookouts or other early warning systems, and also probably rather confused on why their willingingly fighting zombies with swords and shit, dont they know that being in melee range is practically a death sentence?

I just had another Xanxia Thought Child!

Everyone~☆! Congratulate my baby on being born!

*clap clap clap* (ﾉ ˃ˋᗜˊ˂ )ﾉ🎉🎉🎉

Cause like? Here we are? Assuming our Reincarnated Children AREN'T living in Interesting Times™ before they die? And that's no fun~! We should be giving that kid anxiety! Some pre-packaged heart demons! Maybe a twitchy murder finger!

A deep, DEEP seated loathing for Demonic Cultivators and, specifically, their undead minions.

You picking up what I'm setting down? ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ yeah~, that's right!

Zombie Apocalypse.

OC got lucky, originally, was out in the middle of nowhere, camping. Yes... lucky. Oh so very, very "lucky". She had supplies. She had shelter. Everything she'd need for the coming days. Oh, and a front row seat... to watch as everything fell apart.

Got to sit, miles and miles away, and listen, over the phone. As her family sobbed and screamed. Terrified and confused. Chaos, wet gurgling and ripping. The crunching of broken things and mindless groaning in familiar voices. Yes... so very lucky.

She didn't have to watch it.

Just listen.

See the news stations fall, one by one, as cities were over run. Watch as news sites stop updating. As infrastructure starts to fail and her connection begins to get spotty. Then, inevitably, as figures start to shuffle along the horizon. Mindless and wandering.

Like everyone else who survives those first terrible days, there is a steep learning curve. One she barely survives. But... she does. And that matters. She makes friends. She watchs them die. Keeps her promise, made again and again, that they won't come back. That she won't let them hurt anyone.

Civilization falls, yes. But it comes back. It always has. She finds her way to a city state. Prays for the day that "the billions" will end. Cause, after all, they say that if they're careful? Eventually the infection WILL die out. They just gotta contain it. Keep looking for a cure.

Hope is a stubborn thing.

But zombie swarms don't care about hope. They hunger. And what is the city, if not a shell waiting to be cracked? Like tides, they come. Slamming against the walls. Again. Again. AGAIN.

One day... one of the fuckers finds some weak point they must have missed. A breach. They start pouring in. Oc is on wall duty. OUTER wall duty. There are rings, because things like this might happen and everyone planned for the worst.

She's part of the team that stays behind.

Trapped between the second wall and the outer wall, trying to drive them back. Seal the gap. Cover fire rains from above. Each step, a hair from nashing teeth and clawing hands. There are so many. So, so many.

Too many, in the end. At least for her.

She's separated from the group.

A death sentence.

So fast...she barely feels being torn apart.

It's strange. The sky was so blue that day. Beautiful, really. Felt out of place for hell on earth. It was the last thing she saw. Endless... so beautiful and endless. She... she had just enough time to realize what was about to happen. To think "ah...", feel this strange... calm, settle deep.

That it would finally all be over. To end like this.

How unfair.

Oh well... at least she get to-

Then she's fucking blinking and there's a GOD DAMN ZOMBIE.

Naturally, she hit it with a wok. She was unaware there WAS a wok near-by. And also? Why is she in a kitchen? Like... an OLD as fuck one? But also not old? Clearly used one. Feels vaugly like the ones people rigged up during the early days... but like... not. And also Chinese. Questions for later!

Wait. No. Why the FUCK is she a ZYGOTE?! *flexs tiny "baby" hands* *is actually like 8* Ah... so she's in hell. Well fuck you too, god. I guess.

There is a scared child scream.

Religious crisis later! Zombie smashing now! She finds one trying to claw into a cabinet. Smart kids! Trapped themselves, but still! Smart. Good to put a barrier between themselves and the zombie. She crushes its skull with the wok. Rescues her... sib..lings? Oooh that's a weird head rush.

Okay, not hell. God just thinks they're fuckin FUNNY. I see how it is.

Well I'm about to be hilarious. (New life motto:Get!)

OC proceeds to Experienced Zombie Fighter her way through several houses. Rescuing who she can. Calls a retreat. Gets everyone to a defensible location. Oh joy, back to the swewers. She did NOT miss this.

Turns out? Town is being attacked by a small Demonic Cultivator sect. They brought zombies.

She's about to bring pain. Who the FUCK weaponizes ZOMBIES. Wanna uses nukes for a fist fight next? You idiot!? You ABSOLUTE BAFOON?! Is setting aside that whole "cultivation sect" thing to freak out over later.

(What? Like her neighbors old web novels? Those Xanxia things that he loves to talk about? Misses like crazy cause no one can find any physical copies of stories like that, here in the west?)

(...could...could find.)

OC starts to fuckin Ambush Predator them. You learn to fight dirty, in the apocalypse. Cause there ARE bastards out there. And not everyone was willing to be a decent fuckin human being. You're "cultivation" or whatever isn't gonna do SHIT, if you're too concussion to use it!

Blow to the head! Slit the throat before they recover.

Move on to the next one.

Kill as many fuckin zombies as you can along the way.

It is AS she's doing this? Somebody just sorta? *Yoink* scruffs. This small, filthy, murderous child? Sassy and immediately tries to stab them? Good reflexs! Taking that knife though. It's clearly cursed. Who gave you that? Did you take that from one of the demonic cultivators? Honestly, next time just use a kitchen knife. You don't know where their knives have been!

Blinking, she stops struggling to actually look at the adult holding her in air jail.

Huh. Bright colors. Doesn't seem to be on Team Zombie. Better check. Oi! How do you feel about Zombies? "Utter abominations. A crime against the dead." Oh, hey~! A reasonable and well adjusted adult! Hi~☆! ( ^-^)/"

Is her complete 180 from vicious, seething, hell child to calm and agreeable young lady mildly off putting? Yes. But, meh. The Cultivator thinks it's kinda cute. He bets she bites. Adorable.

Him and HIS team are here to murder the Demonic Cultivators and purge the Zombies. Wanna come with him? You have a talent for killing things. And, you know, a spiritual root. Mostly the first one. A fine quality! Good for ALL sorts of terrible demonic nasties. I'm assuming your parents are dead?

....wow. You're really bad with kids.

So I've been told! Is that a yes?

Only if oc can either bring her siblings or, should they not have spiritual roots, you help her arrange something equally beneficial. And just like? Rest of his team? Find him calmly debating with this filthy, blood covered child? That he's just? Holding directing out in front of him at eye level by the back of her shirt?

She's just hanging there from his grip. He looks quitely thrilled.

Oh... oh no. Who let him around a child? He traumatizes children! Why IS THAT CHILD COVERED IN BLOOD!? Shixiong what have you DONE!? (Adopted! Presumably! This IS how one obtains children, right?) (NO!!!)

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hdgnj @leftnotright @spidori @lolottes

[greenlog17]

Thats giving me the mental image of back when the mandalorians were more organized and stuff that they had a mandolorian training academy or something and one of the classes being jedi fighting 101 and it isnt what youd expect of the class teaching you how to fight jedi, no its about studying, documenting, discussing and discovering jedi fighting styles, and i imagine the debates would be even more fierce then you would expect from a bunch of mandolorians.

You know? So much of the Sith plan?

Indeed, their very survival? Hinges in their opponents acting with selfishness.

Acting without Trust in the Force and Fear of Death. Not facing them with absolute serenity. At peace, with the knowledge that their actions will resulted in a Greater Good. You know... like Jedi.

Terrifying, Terrifying Jedi.

Not the PG, made friendly for the masses, kind. But the? Shows up out of nowhere, to lead a violent coup, and free us all for 1000 years of Slavery kind. The?? "Meh. Guess I'll die then. See you all in the Force." Kind.

You know... the way they GET? When the Force is leaning on them? To DO something? Is sorta just.... taking their fear. Their worries. Speedrunning their "end of life" grieving process. And they get... that... that frankly DEEPLY alarming Spark Of Serene Madness in their eyes.

Cause their survival instincts have shut off.

Reason I'm bringing this UP? Is because I genuinely? Don't think The Sith remember or understand? That Jedi sometimes just... pop off. Go Rouge. They cock their heads to the side, as the Force whispers, and something inside them... settles. Goes quite.

Because no one else was LISTENING. The time for talking has passed. Action must be taken and will not be. So?

It is the Will Of The Force.

Giving yourself up to something greater then yourself. TRUSTING that this is RIGHT, even if you can't see HOW, and will not live long enough to see the end results. For the greater good of everyone. For everything you vowed to protect. The Force is telling you to so something. And you? You Have Faith.

So you cut down a world leader. Carry a bomb where it should not be. Sabotage the ship you're on. No warning, no lead up, no great plots. And most importantly?

No time to stop you.

If you tried and tried, yet failed to make them listen? If the Force itself is COMMANDING you act? If you have died before and know that it is not as frightening as everyone fears? Then what can you do? But cut through all the fluff and nonsense of plotting and schemes? Of "what if's" and "could be's"?

Trust that this is necessary. Trust in those who follow. In the Force.

And Kill The Sith.

Bang.

@babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @spidori @hypewinter @mayfay

[greenlog17]

The fact you mentioned a child just makes me think that anakin saw palpatine and just kinda, completely calmly stopped whatever he was doing, and snapped Palpatines neck with the force, just like one second Palpatine is thinking about how to further manipulate anakin and the next hes beeing chucked into the sith hells like a slam dunk. With anakin having the same level of energy as "dad said i need to stop talking to you."

You know? So much of the Sith plan?

Indeed, their very survival? Hinges in their opponents acting with selfishness.

Acting without Trust in the Force and Fear of Death. Not facing them with absolute serenity. At peace, with the knowledge that their actions will resulted in a Greater Good. You know... like Jedi.

Terrifying, Terrifying Jedi.

Not the PG, made friendly for the masses, kind. But the? Shows up out of nowhere, to lead a violent coup, and free us all for 1000 years of Slavery kind. The?? "Meh. Guess I'll die then. See you all in the Force." Kind.

You know... the way they GET? When the Force is leaning on them? To DO something? Is sorta just.... taking their fear. Their worries. Speedrunning their "end of life" grieving process. And they get... that... that frankly DEEPLY alarming Spark Of Serene Madness in their eyes.

Cause their survival instincts have shut off.

Reason I'm bringing this UP? Is because I genuinely? Don't think The Sith remember or understand? That Jedi sometimes just... pop off. Go Rouge. They cock their heads to the side, as the Force whispers, and something inside them... settles. Goes quite.

Because no one else was LISTENING. The time for talking has passed. Action must be taken and will not be. So?

It is the Will Of The Force.

Giving yourself up to something greater then yourself. TRUSTING that this is RIGHT, even if you can't see HOW, and will not live long enough to see the end results. For the greater good of everyone. For everything you vowed to protect. The Force is telling you to so something. And you? You Have Faith.

So you cut down a world leader. Carry a bomb where it should not be. Sabotage the ship you're on. No warning, no lead up, no great plots. And most importantly?

No time to stop you.

If you tried and tried, yet failed to make them listen? If the Force itself is COMMANDING you act? If you have died before and know that it is not as frightening as everyone fears? Then what can you do? But cut through all the fluff and nonsense of plotting and schemes? Of "what if's" and "could be's"?

Trust that this is necessary. Trust in those who follow. In the Force.

And Kill The Sith.

Bang.

@babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @spidori @hypewinter @mayfay

[greenlog17]

Im thinking of the clones getting involved too, like squads or batchs doing group lets plays when they have the time bantering with eachother the whole time, just fueling that idea of "no, these arnt some nameless faceless soldiers! Thats gary the holo streamer!"

Not my usual Fandom BUT...

You know what would be and always is fascinating/interesting/hilarious? For want of a nail type, "tiny change or little action spiral into great and sweeping change" type fics! ESPECIALLY when combined with my dearly beloved Self Insert troupe!

Because? I DO so love the Self Insert! Not so much for the "I can fix it" or power fantasy, as the ability to wander... a stranger in a strange land. Both familiar yet removed. Known to us yet... not. The major actors, major events, certainly. But the lives of the average person?

The noodle shop owner? The ship salesman? A janitor?

We know nothing about this strange new world from their point of view. What secrets can be found in this or that little shop, well off the common path. And it is FASCINATING! Especially if the Insert wasn't particularly FAMILIAR with the source material. Knew enough to get by, perhaps, too know they are in danger... but not enough to twist events to their favor. Assuming they even had the type of personality to TRY such things.

No, no...

What I? Want to see?

What I think would be FASCINATING?

Is a TRUE carry over. Adult mind to adult mind. Someone settled in their ways. Not bold and terribly adventurous, not willing to recklessly seek out danger and pain. No. They know they are going to die. They know they HAVE died. They are now a Jedi. And can feel the Force... and?

It just... helps.

They let go. Yes, perhaps some plans to protect the younglings. If they can. But their ultimately IS no death, only the Force. It is scary, they acknowledge, frightening even. But they... find calm. Acceptance.

They meditate. Open themselves up to the Force and give up their worry and fears, their regrets. All the terrible burdens they brought with them from their past life. It's honestly a bittersweet sort of relief. Ironic, that such a troubled age should be their most peaceful.

Of course... opening yourself up like that? Reaching out so deeply and with such conviction? It's like painting a "hey! I'm right here! I'm definitely going to listen if you say something to me!" Sign on your forehead, where the Force can see it.

So? It DOES.

But unlike Anikin? The Insert isn't a Fighter. So the Force doesn't tell them to fight. After all, every part has its place in the grand machine of Life. Every actor their place on the stage. Sometimes? To change the galaxy? All you need is someone to be on the right planet, at the right time, ready to hold a door open for the right person.

And that's it.

Not everything needs be grand sweeping actions. It can, instead, be the quiet drip drip drip of medicine applied behind a Sith Lord's back. To undo the damage he has wrought. So when comes the time for his plans to unfold? He does NOT find the support he was counting on to succeed. Instead he finds resistance.

But HOW? How would such a thing be DONE? By a YOUNGLING no less?

A youth with no power? Be it social, political, or physical? AND beneath the Sith Lord's very nose? Without being STOPPED? With said youngling being KILLED? Quite simply! Easily, in fact! By embracing the purest of the Light!

Fun.

Who among us, does NOT know of the parasocial relationship? The feeling of knowing someone, considering them "good" and "something like a friend" dispite never once having spoken to them? Being FOND of them? Wouldn't YOU not defend them? If someone sought to HURT them? KILL them? You KNOW them so very WELL don't you? This person speaks LIES about them!

And what of the Adorable Youngling? Small and Cute? Look at their little cheeks and tiny hands! How precious! Why, we have watched them GROW! They are practically family!

But where does the FUN I speak of come into this? Simple. The Holonet. Crechemaster's trying to corral an adult in the body of a child. The Insert is BORED. At peace, yes. But you can really only meditate so many hours of the day. Lessons only take up so much and class work the same. They aren't at an age where the SERIOUS lessons begin yet.

So they have too much free time.

..........have you heard about "Video Game #55? It's apparently got more Video AND Game then ever!" Intriguing~ But, oh. Playing it ALONE it BORING. And playing with... well, INFANTS, is... an exercise in patience. Plus it's probably not appropriate for them. Hmmmmm..... you KNOW.... Insert really DOES miss? Watching Let's Plays over breakfast/lunch...

They've never MADE one... but they know they general script and idea? And for Some Reason? It feels like a GREAT way to pass the time! Yeah! Let's do THAT! And so the Force nudges. Tiny. Seemingly inconsequential. The Master's try to shut it down, Insert is stubborn and refuses, they talk it out. Because they are Jedi and authoritarian force is not their way. Is it frustrating? Perhaps. But the only cure for ignorance is knowledge.

They ultimately compromise. Insert get to keep their little game thing, THEY make sure Insert is compromising Temple security, putting themselves in danger, talking to dubious strangers, or other such perils. It is? A FASCINATING view into the secretive world of the Mysterious Jedi for most of the galaxy. All lead by an adorable Youngling playing games.

Of course, such a silly, ridiculous thing is BENEATH Palpatine's concern. Fun and games? Not even formal or official ones? The child doesn't even represent the jedi. They represent no one. Clearly not a threat, right?

WRONG.

Because one game? Leads to another. Leads to being recommended another. Leads to "hey check out this music". Leads to "how was your day?" Leads to chatting about Jedi philosophy... as simplified for small children. Easy to understand and then complained over like it's maths homework. And... huh.

You guys really liked when I talked about X? Well, I don't know much about it... buuut? I could probably FIND someone or go to the archives? Make a video? I'll make a poll. Vote down below?

Untouchable and distant? Nah. Jedi play "Crafting Game 73" and whine about their Crechemates being JERKS for eating the last dessert. Jedi, in their head's, are small adorable younglings and the amused adults meditating the back ground who watch over them. EVERYONE knows the Jedi. The Jedi are on our datapads. Are our friends. We've totally met them.

Parasocial relationships.

Or maybe that's just me? I just... God I REALLY want to see how they'd react to a initiate who just? Won't stop fuckin making Let's Plays of all things. Just? WHY. HOW? WHY AND HOW?! No, NO don't you shrug at me and run of, youngling! Get back here! What "skill issue"? Which skill? Initiate!!!

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[greenlog17]

You know what i am thinking of? The species probably has an extra devloped sense for detecting darksiders, because think about it, sith would have no problem with disguising themselves as jedi to get close and admister the virus/kill them/steal the clutch to turn them to the dark side, so the ones who can detect darksiders better are more likely to live on, perhaps even having the first part of training being detecting darksiders no matter how they try and hide it. So even if SI-OC didnt know Palpatine was evil, her and her childrens dark side alarm bells would be going off like a fireworks display, and anyone who has done research into the species, would realize that "oh fuck Palpatine is a darksider" and tell the others (who would probably be holding SI-OC from tearing palps throat out) and even for how good Palpatine is, noone can survive being surrounded by a temples worth of battle ready jedi.

OKAY, FIRST? Like the Picture Says...

So!

Here I was, sittin', thinkin', pondering my thoughts. Thing to myself? "How could one? Presumably female, much like myself, Jedi repopul-" and THAT is when my brain, worn and weary, from years of The Internet? SLAMMED its fucking pint down on the bar counter, turned to me with an ugly scowl and sneered?

"You KNOW fucking how. Don't be coy."

( O.O) w-well alright then, brain. Little aggressive. Kinda wondering where you got the knife. I... I'ma just... go... *pint glass is thrown after me, shattering on the door as it just barely misses*

So! Yeah. Birth, probably. But STILL! That's like? Still ONE(1) fuckin Jedi right? And even IF Mr. "I am literally half midi-chlorians by blood" sired two Force Sensitives on his first go? That's no guarantee EVERYONE does?

Unless..... >.> we are taking into account a Force Sensitive RACE. THEN? Oh, THEN? It's not a matter of IF, but HOW MUCH. Enough to hit that arbitrary cut off point? What if you don't care? What if you say "everybody can be a Jedi"? Want to TRUELY spread the Light. Not just to those who are STRONG enough... but to EVERYONE.

There are a few races like that! But! That STILL? Doesn't solve the Puzzle! The Problem! Of how could One(1) VERY determined Jedi lady, who? Presumably is pretty cool with motherhood. Rebuild The Jedi Order, by NOPING™ out before Order 66.

Again, presumably AFTER taking on the role of Creche Master. And AFTER taking all the youngling on a Super Fun Unplanned Don't Tell The Other Grown Ups Suprise Feild Trip~☆ (yaaaaay!)(who wants snacks! Everybody got their travel bags and buddies? Let's gooooo~☆!)

Cause like? Still need a stable population. And enough Jedi to *obscene gestures multiculturally* at the Sith.

My? Proposal? We turn to the Wisdom of the Monster Fuckers. (Wait wait WAIT! Don't leave! HEAR ME OUT!) I KNOW this sounds like a sex thing! Not a sex thing! It's a "Who said Humanoid Meant Live Birth? Were fucking Aliens, Bro" thing! Just because? Our SI-OC? Was reborn AS a vaguely human shaped sentient?

DOESNT MEAN SHE'S A MAMMAL.

That weird hair color could mark her as some WEIRD, man! Fuck, for all we know she could be a fungus! It's vaguely body horror! You get over it! Adapt to new biology!

Learn?? You lay CLUTCHS. Fuckin EGGS. All baby making is external after the first bit. Something, something, easier to defend against predators. SI-OC doesn't remember that part. There was this high pitched ringing in her head then a thump. She was on the floor. May have fainted. What're you, a cop?

They offer her weird alien birth control.

She takes the birth control.

Learns she is a Rare and Near Extinct Species, a la Master Mundi. Learns it's VERY detrimental to her health to lay clutches. Takes a lot of resources, she can't LEAVE it, so with out a partner or community (or sufficient hoard of food) she WILL starve to death. It HAS happened.

No, seriously, look Mafame Che in the eyes. It HAS happened. And no you CAN'T "push your impulses into the Force". It's a biological imperative. Your body physically won't LET you.

Exactly three options. Babies born, they die, or YOU DIE.

......little intense. Got it. Yes she would like that birth control. She will continue to be both average and forgettable. Pay no attention to the Jedi Creche Master In Training! Oh look! It's kenobi! *yeets fellow jedi under the speeder*

Take some.... research trips >.> <.< >.> which is of course totally not scouting out new Temple locations! To the Wild Zone. Mmmmm, no one for WEEKS by hyperdrive! It's so calm out here!

Only took, like, 278 different planets scouted! To find the right one.

*starts building dwellings.* *starts directing "too old" Force Sensitives or Families that want to stay together and are willing to move, towards the location.*

New secret Jedi planet? Whaaaaat? Nooooooo. That would be illegal. Jedi can't break RULES! Don't be silly. Oh? Is that Skywalker? *same Speeder, new jedi. YEET!*

But WAIT! The War Approachth! D:> upsetting. Better get ready to give that "we totally need to Hide The Babies For War Reasons" presentation she has prepared. But FIRST?

A clutch. Got a transport pod ready to go. Got food stockpiled. Got the birth control out. Now? Just need a male! Too uh... contribute.

.......look, she wants her legion of tiny jedi babies okay? They glow like STARS. Everything is BETTER with them around. And she's kinda come around to this whole... disgusting slime... goo... Thing™. Cause I mean? At LEAST it's not pushing one OUT! ( o7 Padme, you have her respect. But also you are a madwoman.)

The Healers, are of course, FROTHING at the mouth.

YOU DUMB MOTHER FUCKER. They hiss, like healing and very concerned paragons of needle weilding fury. Where the FUCK are you going to just? GET?? A male of you INCREDIBLY RARE AS FUCK Species? You damn near dead and no longer existent species??!? You have DELIBERATELY put yourself in EXTREME medical distress! For WHAT?! Did you HAVE a plan!?

Yeah. :3 I call it Pulling a Yoda's Linage *Yoda ears move from Concern, to Intrigued*

*click*

..........what was that. Jedi SI-OC, What Was That?? *comms start blowing up* What did you just DO?

Oh :3c simple. She asked. It's the only polite thing to DO after all. She DOES need assistance. Surely someone would be willing to offer. If they can. How? You may ask?? Why look so CONCERNED Councilors! She simply assumed, that? Since there is no way of KNOWING where in the Galaxy surviving members of her Race are? And time IS of the essence? She SHOULD reach as wide an audience as she can, as FAST as she can... RIGHT?

>:3c so, of course, she posted her request to the Holonet.

Video and all.

"Grettings, I am Jedi SI-OC. I am an [race] and currently a Creche Master here at the Jedi Temple of Coruscant. I require the assistance of a healthy, willing Male of my species, as I have laid a clutch. And wish to have it fertilized. I would like to have children. We would, of course, discuss co parenting the children before beginning. I have, attached, further details. Thank you for your time. May the Force be with you"

Sexiest shit a LOT of people for egg laying races have seen in years. Well... those with Very Specific Jedi Kinks. Of course, no one ADMITS to jedi kinks. But like... you've thought about it. Don't lie. Everyone's thought about it. It's them and the Mandalorians.*commiserating noises*

But like? The NEWS CYCLE.

Holy SHIT.

Yeah, yeah, tensions and possible succession from the Republic. Sith plots in the background. But? *new casters violently clear their planned segments for THIS* JEDI? Horny on main!? Is THIS ALLOWED? IS this horny? What race is that? C-can other people volunteer? And if so, who? We take to the streets! Sir, what's your opinion on-?

OUTTA MY WAY, I'MMA BANG A JEDI! *frenzied mob like behavior*

*temple guards, unnamused.* back! BACK! Horny jail! For ALL OF YOU!

Just?? It's? So, SO? Important to me? That their are Mandalorian [race] that show up. Because the need to repopulate their people is more important then *scrunch nose* Jedi(ew). That it becomes the Galaxy's hottest Bachelorette show. WHO? Amongst these Fine And Acomplished Men? Will the Jedi CHOOSE? To have babies with! They ask.

And, presumably, marry and learn the power of family and friendship and emotions and be HEALED by LOVE etc etc.

There are shipping charts. It's horrifying. The talk shows LOVE it.

Council? Day drinking. Except for Mundi. He's just like "....but did you HAVE to you they Holonet? It's so MESSY >:/ everyone's in our BUSINESS now." Cause he's not a hypocrite. Grumpy asshole? Absolutely. But not a hypocrite.

Just? The single most "....who?" Jedi ever. Causing the BIGGEST fuss. Right at the worst possible moment, for Sidious. Causing an explosion of glee and hope and laughter etc, all across the Galaxy. Good feeling towards the Jedi. EVERYBODY talking about them. There's gonna be HUNDREDS more!

If she does this AGAIN (in a decade. Madame Che was NOT joking on the stress it puts on the body) there could be thousands new Jedi over the coming years! (Probably why the Sith fuckin wiped them OUT, not that she thinks about it. Fuckers. Who's laughing NOW?! Huh? WHO LAUGHING NOW?!)

Again! Very, unspeakably Ace. Not a sex thing. I just think I'd be funny? That the Forces answer to The Evil Sith plan was... Babies™.

What are we? Fuckin YODA?

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[greenlog17]

I imagine that the first time the separatists fought the skeleton army they were expecting clones but just heard the rattling of an endless army of skeletons rapidly approaching, just like,

Separatist commander: "where is the republic army!?!? We should have engaged them by n- whats that rattling noise?"

Skeleton army rapidly approaching: "welcome to the BONE ZONE! *rattling intensifes*"

Which is just a hilarious mental image.

You know, i just had the mental image of a sith in star wars finding a ritual or something to summon a ghost and end up summoning danny, while in space. The sith is struggling to try and convince this otherworldly being to help them do evil and their just staring out the nearest viewport in awe about the amount of new space things to discover.

How does it feel? To have such a big and wrinkly brain? So full of smartness?? :O

That? Is Brilliant~☆

It could be a Krell situation. Stress of the war got to be too much. Or a Dooku situation, discontent fed and fed until it burst. Like a silently festering wound, left unseen and untreated.

Regardless of HOW it happened?

The lil shit steals from Madame Nu. Like a CRAZY PERSON.

Rightfully terrified that she will Kick Their Ass into the stratosphere for touching HER archives, they head straight for the "Sith Stuff". What does it DO? What RESEARCH did they do? HA! You ask too much of them! There is no PLAN here!

Their brain has gone to SOUP with the Dark Side. It's all wild mood swings and impulse decisions! Research and careful precautions takes PATIENCE. Planning. The calm and rationality they just THREW OUT AN AIR LOCK.

They are high on the initial high of the Dark Side that few, if any, Dark Siders ever SURVIVE. That TEST of their character and control, as they stand in the storm they have unleashed upon themselves.

You want POWER?

Okay.

HAVE IT.

Like trying to swallow a waterfall. Drink the ocean, one cup at a time. Endless, yes, but equally so? It is BRINE. Not the life giving waters of the Light. The more you drink... the deeper your thirst. The faster you die. Can you control yourself? Suffer it? For that's all that's left... suffering. Thirst. Endless, Endless Thirst.

Water water everywhere, and it shall grind your bones to DUST when next you drink.

Welcome to the Dark Side! Was it WORTH it?

But, ah, our Fallen's brain is muddled soup. They think so. They are not themselves. May never be again. That's why it's a tragedy. Because it both IS and ISN'T their hands that takes that Sith artifact. Because who they WERE would be appalled.

They don't even know what they are grabbing, do they? No one does. Seized from the ruins of a laboratory. Long dead horrors, painted upon the walls. A Sith's obsession with the afterlife of his people. Ghosts. Beings that were, supposedly, DIFFERENT then Force Ghosts.

The notes speak of "green". A vision or experience in his youth. Brief. The world tearing open. A gate to somewhere "green". The Sith believed it was the afterlife. Felt death inside the gate. Described as "peaceful, joyful, driven, and eternal", he was ultimately unable to full articulate the full scope of what he believed he saw.

Now his last device is in the hands of a fallen jedi.

Who is going to USE it.

P A N I C

Obviously, the Temple gaurds chase the crazy mofo as hard as they can. Without a DOUBT, every master on hand and available, is roped in by Madame Nu to FOLLOW that psychopath, before he unleashs FORCE KNOWS WHAT, directly over CORUSCANT AIRSPACE!!! The SENATE. THE TEMPLE?! HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF LIVES!?

Fallen McFuckface? Clearly did not think this through (nooooo, REALLY? Everyone is SHOCKED! Shocked, they tell you!), panics. Which is, unfortunately, the LAST thing they wanted them to do. FUCK™.

Masters and Knights are LITERALLY cutting through the hull, kicking down the door, they can survive limited Space exposure and honestly? We're not THAT high yet! Let's see you jump to hyperspace with HOLES in your ship! (Fucking, DONT GIVE THEM IDEAS! They're insane, remember?!) (Shit. You're right.)

When?

.......Green...~¤~

Hilariously? The Sith can plan all they want. But you can NEVER plan for stupid. Make a plan idiot proof, as they say, and the Universe will just build a better idiot. All that carefully curated misery, hatred, and suffering? That DISPAIR. The webs upon webs of Darkness carefully spread across the Senate district? Choking the Temple?

Mmmmm, tasty kindling. Good fuel! Sith Artifact LIKEY~!

It RIPS and TEARS. A screaming MAW IN THE SKY. A black hole for Dark Side energy that takes and takes and TAKES. Dropping people all across the district below. KILLING the particularly irredeemably monstrous. After all~!

The Force? Is in all things.

You DON'T have to be Force Sensitive, to Fall. Just a BASTARD. Just cruel and selfish, hateful and needlessly petty. All the things that would sour and turn a Jedi? Can sour and turn YOU too. Just slower, quiter, and with less explosions. But! It still wraps the Dark around your bones. Feeds it into your blood.

Kills you, when it all gets ripped away.

One must wonder.... how many Senators die instantly? And how many die in the days to come? Slowly, painfully, bed-bound as they reflect on who they had become? The fall out will be SPECTACULAR.

The Jedi's fault? How? How is their being stretched so thin they could not mount a proper response THEIR fault? How is YOUR corruption, THEIR fault? Please note all the individuals who were FINE! Baffled, but FINE!

But perhaps you are correct.

Perhaps, for the safety of ALL, we should MOVE our main Temple.

We've done it before. We can do it again. Or do you not want to HAVE that conversation? Hmmm? No, no, we wouldn't want to be a THREAT to you FINE people! You HONORABLE senators! Please, continue to yell and make demands! SEE HOW FAR IT GETS YOU!

Would they normally send someone more diplomatic? Yes. But STRANGELY all of THEM had weird SITH Darkness on them that got violently ripped off! They are in the halls of healing. Unconscious. Because getting Sith shit, that was hooked into your brain, violently ripped out? Not GREAT! 0 out of 10 healers recommend!

Fuuuuck you! Yes, I bite! And be warned, my Race is VENOMOUS! *aggravated Jedi Senior Padawan noises, hissing*

Danny? Got pulled out in FULL regalia. Just FULL on Ice and Stars. Full "I am the Cosmos beholding itself, I am the dead child you could not save.", beyond vanta-black armor and cape like a window to ever shifting stars, crown of aurora borealis playing off the eternal ice, all upon a youngling that seems forever floating... frozen in time. By death.

Was it sacrifice? Natural? Is it just a shape the spirit takes? IS he a youngling?

They both can and can not feel him.

Both can and can not SEE him.

He is so young....

A child king, hsmiles with such shared grief, when they look upon that too large crown, upon a head that should never have been forced to wear it. Like a child, forced to wear his father's mantle too soon. Is that what happened? Was it something worse? They can not bring themselves to ask.

Not when he is so... so DELIGHTED?

Playing with the younglings. In AWE of each and everyone of them. The things they learned each day. "Who wants to go flying?" "Try to float me!" "I believe in you." Oh, he BASKS in their Light like a desperate thing. Showers them with praise and attention, gentle corrections and undivided attention.

He is empathic. Alive and dead. Fascinated by the stars.

And of course... King™.

No, no, he's not interested in your Senate. Doesn't like um, Doesn't trust um. The vibes are RANCID. But I mean... if you REALLY need an army so bad? Since it seems you guys are pushing yourself WAY outside of your normal duties? Like, he doesn't know, uhhh farmers burning crops to prevent starvation? Something like that.

Just? Since you hate it? But are worried people will die? Or those Clone guys (Sweet! Clones! Ellie is gonna be HYPED.) Are gonna die? He could, you know... fix that for you?

JUST you.

We're gonna have to get it in writing. And they won't do anything BUT stop the robots and help people. They don't actually answer to you. Soooo.....?

.......are you offering us an army? (Yeah. An endless skeleton army. Lead by the greatest Generals to have ever died.).....(they get bored.)

And SUDDENLY? Oh look! The Galactic suffering levels? Just fucking DROPPED. All those SENTIENT Clone soldiers! Dying in vain, in agony, ALONE? Not happening! Skeletons can get blasted apart, fade, reassemble, and march RIGHT BACK OUT! This is GREAT fun!

And even better? Unlike with Pariah? THIS time they march? King PHANTOM is sending them to HELP people! Woooooo! Destroy metal crunchy things! Help clean up rubble! Build a house! Rescue trapped people from rubble! Tireless effort! Honor and service! Thanks for the FREE METAL! *rips apart your robots*

There are no anti-ecto technologies here! The BEST they have is Force users! Which? Ha ha ha! GOOD LUCK. That's what? One? TWO? Of you?? To HOW MANY of us??? *cackles in bone army*

And! If they happen upon OTHER things they don't like? Whoop! Should'a thought of that! Before being a DICK! King Phantom says slavery is ILLEGAL. And we, the FORMER slave army of King Pariah, have Millennium Long ISSUES with that! (Easy to remove that chip, when you can reach THROUGH a person. Here you Slaver FUCK. YOU have it! In fact! Have ALL of them. From each and every slave.)

Anikin LOVES his new Bone friends. They are WONDERFUL. Him n them? Bonded. He's made them all speech boards. They're plotting the gruesome end of the Hutt cartel together. He's showing them the holo of his wedding. They're making Super Advanced Chip scan-.....

W....Why is his scanner going off? There should be nothing near by for it to recognize. The only thing HERE is him, his Bone Buddies, and Rex for supervision.... *mounting horror as he slowly waves the device around* *beep*

R-Rex?

...

......

The Clones? De-chipped in like... two days. There are too many skeletons to NOT have them be able to just? *reach in, feel for the Non-Clone bit, grab it, pull out* didn't even need surgery! But boy, oh, boy! Is Anikin upset. That sure is a Slave chip! Hey, Kamino! Have a Chosen One and his Bones Bros! Some Clones in orbit with Real Big Guns.

And Palatine? Is? PISSED.

His whole ass Empire is dissolving in his hands. The Sith Master Plan! Going up in smoke! Walls are closing in! All because of ONE(1) glowing BRAT.

Wanna bet he goes after him... with LIGHTNING? In human form, of course. Danny. Who DIED to electricity. Who has, throughout ALL of this? Been chilling in the Jedi temple, finally... FINALLY! Unwinding. Putting down the stress on his shoulders. Healing from his childhood. Cuddling cute babies and laying on the grass to nap, listen to the waterfall. Be at PEACE, surrounded by the Light of the Jedi.

Danny, who has been making friends. Enjoying the archives. For once in his stressful, STRESSFUL life? Letting OTHER PEOPLE deal with it. Playing with alien puppies and weird not-cats. Trying new foods! Seeing about adopting some droids that Tucker might get on with. Sorry "buying" some droids. (As though those Restraining Bolts aren't coming off the SECOND they droids are in his hands.)

It's been cool. Relaxing. Great for his mental health.

They have folks LITERALLY called Mind Healers here! Jazz would love it!

So obviously Sith face ruins it. Hurts his friends and blasts him with LIGHTNING. The kids are crying and terrified. This was supposed to be some sort of "learn about how the Republic works" day trip to the Senate! He was helping chaperone. They are being so, SO brave. Staying together. Trying to get their teacher out of harms ways.

He? Is? PISSED.

How DARE you. How FUCKING DARE YOU?! A fight between adults? Not his Reality, not his business. Clockwork drilled that into his head. He CAN'T keep the Multiverse together. Fight every fight for everyone, save everything. People have free will. Have to decide for THEMSELVES. Choose to do the right thing.

It doesn't mean SHIT if they don't save themselves. Wont last, in the end, because they won't have LEARNED a damn thing. He GETS that! But KIDS?! Ooooh ho ho! He DRAWS THE LINE AT KIDS! At shocking the SHIT out of him with LIGHTNING!

You want to poke the sleeping titan 'til it wakes up?

Well congrats!

YOU HAVE HIS ATTENTION NOW!

*inhale*

*Wail*

Palpatine goes through the HOLE where about fifteen walls USED to be. Half of Coruscant physically hears it and EVERYONE with even a TOUCH of Force sensitivity FEELS it. Across the entire planet and up into orbit.

Dying screams and the crackle of electricity. Regret. Fear. The desperate need to protect, in your final moment. Pain and pressure, the cool slide of Death come to take it all away. You were just fourteen. You were just fourteen! You died screaming, you came back screaming, in the place between... will you ever stop screaming?

You are the Galaxy, the Cosmos, the INFINITE. You are just a child.

How many souls died screaming?

Can't you hear ALL OF THEM?

Pissed or not, kids come first. Fuuuuuck that guy. Danny picks up the teacher, the kids, and back to the Temple they go. Teacher survives. Kids cling. Senate gets itself into a snit over the "unprovoked attack". But the thing is? A whole CLASS of Baby Jedi say the Chancellor is the Sith Lord. Look too spooked to be lying. Their teacher, too WOUNDED for this to be a prank.

The Jedi close rank.

Palpatine tries to use the Clones.

You know... the De-chipped by their Bone Bros Clones.

Commander Fox? Gets to finally, FINALLY(!!!) live out his long time fantasy... of shooting the fucker. Slug thrower. Tragically, fails to kill him. But the attempt WAS enthusiastic! We applaud his attempt. Commander Fox gets to join Danny in the Gardens, under a Crechelings pile, staring at the stain glass ceiling and Not Thinking Or Having Responsibilities.

Huh.... kid's right. This IS nice.

Fox enjoys being a climb-able lump for the Crechelings. Welcome to the club, my dude.

The other Jedi? THEY can figure it out. The Temple is literally unassailable. If needs be, his army can PICK IT UP AND MOVE IT. Danny is Vibin. Have a fruit. You hear about Skywalker? Making pretty good ground on his whole "one man and massive bone army campaign against Slavery" thing. Missed the whole.... his buddy was an asshole reveal. Apparently reception is spotty. *shrugs*

His wife's nice though! *various married Jedi agree, Obi-Wan continues to sulk because: "REALLY?! You didn't even INVITE ME!? My own Padawan! To his WEDDING! Anikin how COULD YO-!?"*

[greenlog17]

What i would do if i got ploped into trevat:

For this im assuming that its before the main story by 2 or 3 years, i have the ability to wield multiple elements like the traveler (getting them by touching the statues) and that im placed just outside of mondstat.

First thing i do is book it for the statue at windrise to nab anemo, then spend a week or so getting weapons, food, mora and other supplies before heading of to liyue, i nab geo on the way to liyue harbor and then take a boat from there to port ormos, head north from port ormos, grab dendro from the nearest statue and head out to caravan ribat, there i stock up on desert travel supplies and head out towards natlan to grab pyro, once i have pyro i head back east to bayda port to take a boat to fontaine, grab hydro, and then make contact with the fatui, i use whatever means i have to convince them to let me have an audience with the tsaritsa, on the way to the palace i pick up cryo and once there i convince the tsaritsa to let me join the fatui, i most likely rise though the ranks quickly due to have 6 of the 7 elements without even needing a vision or delusion, once im a harbinger id go arround trevat fixing problems and attempting to salvage the fatuis abysmal pr situation, if somthing bad is happening and it isnt sanctioned by the tsaritsa then its getting shut down, i would also use this opportunity to get into inazuma and grab electro. The rest of my plan just boils down to help the other archons out with any crises i can help with, ask for the gnosis or allyship as payment, and improve fatui pr so they wont try to stop their plans on principle.

[greenlog17]

Being stronger then 7 wouldn't necessarily mean they are stronger then 6

I wonder how the fatui harbinger ranking works. Is it based off strength? Usefulness? General skillsets? Vibes? If like harbinger number 9 were to beat harbinger number 7, would number 9 become number 7? I feel a lot of this will be explained once we get sheznaya but it's still confusing.

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Personally, when a au drastically changes the setting (like my archon mafia au, for example) i tend to gravitate towards the ones that attempt to adapt the lore into the context of the au, its probably why i tend to avoid the rather generic modern aus or the fantasy creature aus because they dont bother to adapt the story and just shove the characters into these settings without adapting either the characters to the setting or the setting to the characters.

Seeing the discussion on favorite fics of yours like 👀 huh

My fave is BitA, as previously mentioned, so i dont count in either side here, but I got to thinking, and I think itysg(ainly) has higher stats than CN for an exceedingly simple reason;

It's a decently long, well written, *very* sappy- soulmate AU

(Which btw has ruined me for like. Any other ones. Just three days ago I was trawling the chili soulmate tag and instead ended up rereading CN when i found little interesting lmao)

A lot of the fans love a good romance, and itysg(ainly) has like... all the right tags to reach a wider audience than CN

That said, also- honorary note to literally all the fics you've written, I keep rereading them all every time i forget enough, they're so good

oh absolutely, there's never been a doubt in my mind as to why itysg is more popular stats-wise on ao3 LMAO

like when i first noticed i was like "you know what? yeah. fair enough, that sounds about right"

i genuinely wonder if that means apocalypse fics are just- nowhere near as popular as my apocalypse-enthusiastic mind would've liked to believe hahah i mean it makes sense. more often than not i, too, would enter an apocalypse fic with caution bc it's really up in the air whether the author wants the characters to SUFFER suffer, or if they just want them to struggle. so it would make sense if most readers simply choose not to read any to begin with.

anyway,

thank you,,,,,

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Chapter 1 of the mafia au is out now!

Really could use a better title, though.

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Each mafia in my archon mafia au have their own headquarters and ways of dealing with... issues, as they would say.

Mondstat: as mentioned in previous posts, mondstats mafia has a front in the church of favonious, their main hq meanwhile is hidden within old mondstat and protected by devalin. Their mo in terms of the rare killings they do is suffocation.

Liyue: the adepti have various hideouts and safehouses all over liyue, but the main hq is junyun karst, their mo is burying most of the body underground and depending on who did it it may only be the head sticking out (zhongli) or all the body parts seperate and sticking out (xiao, shenhe).

Inazuma: within inazuma pretty much every religious site is a front for a mafia, the raidens have grand narukami shrines, and the watasumi have their shrine. The kamisatos have their estate and the komore teahouse. the raidens deal with people just like lightning: quick, painfuly and with alot of electricity, while the watasumi and kamisatos perfer the classic stabing and poisoning respectively.

Sumeru: sumerus mafia has pretty much the entire forrest at their disposal, but with the favor of the ¹aranara, they use varnara as a hq they can fall back to. to help prove their point and keep the public in their favor instead of killing anybody they just stick em in trees with the aranaras help.

Fontaine: with the mafia in control of the goverment the need for a hideout decreases drastically, but still the spina de rosula have many-a safe houses in possion and the underground of the court. If you somehow piss off the spina de rosula, avoid the ensuing court order, warrant, and gardes sent for your arrest, then you may get a personal visit from furina making sure your sleeping with the fishes. Aka shes gonna drown ya. be thankful its not nuevellette whod just cut you in half with his water jet of a charged attack.

The fatui: northland bank being a very popular and widespread bank allows for the fatui to get from nation to nation without arousing suspicion while also being very profitable. If you anger the fatui, any loans you may have with northland bank may spike dramatically in interest rates, if you escalate the situation to the point that a harbinger gets personally sent after you? Then might as well write your will now because you wont be escaping the cold fury of the fatui.

Abyss order: the abyss orders main hq is in well... the abyss. Though they do have safe houses in the chasm and ekdnomiya due to how dangerous the abyss can be. the abyss order loves to use monster "accidents" to deal with their targets.

¹without the archons being gods of the elements in this au the aranara wouldnt just blindly follow nahida, but with the mafia in sumeru focusing a large amount of their efforts in stopping the pollution of sumeru they are willing to work togother to help save the forrests.