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For today's Star Wars book community's theme, I wanted to explore the feeling of love between family. I had many options - many good ones: Luke & Leia, Ezra & the Ghost crew, etc. But, I kept coming back to Ahsoka & Anakin. I hope you enjoy this little story about their bond though the Force.

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Ahsoka Tano sat in the meditation high atop an ancient temple. Thoughts came and went. She let them go - floating away on the currents of the Force.

She opened her eyes and studied the mosaic in front of her. Some would call them Archetypes, but she knew who they were: the Father, the Daughter and the Son. Her eyes focused on the Daughter as the bond between them sang strongly, even after all these years.

She was wondering how long the bond would last when she felt a presence return to the Force. A presence she hadn't been able to sense in many years.

She let out a gasp. "Anakin!" He had returned to the Light. After all this time, he had returned!

She reached out, feeling along the bond preserved between them. The bond between a teacher and a student. The love of a sister for a brother. His happiness made her heart soar as his joy shone brightly through the Force, "my son...tell your sister you were right. You were right."

Tears of happiness ran in rivulets down her cheeks as Anakin's presence began to blend into the Force, becoming one with it.

"Hello, Snips," a voice whispered through the Force.

She smiled up at the azure blue sky above her as she recognized Anakin's voice. "It's about time, Skyguy. You're late, as usual."

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Sabine has a heavy decision to make in regards to her true feelings for Ezra. Does she dare tell him how she truly feels after all this time?

Chapter 9 in my ongoing fic titled Jedi Lost is available to read on both A03 & Fanfiction.net! Enjoy!

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artist: unknown.

Ahsoka Tano's worse fears have come to life. Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker, her former mentor. Now, they face each other at long last in the Sith temple on Malachor.

Written before the release of Star Wars Rebels season 4 - This fanfiction follows Ahsoka Tano on a daring journey of discovery across the universe.

(Chapter one is fully revised. I will be working on revising this story and posting when the new revision is live. Available on wattpad and A03. I will be revising the version on fanfiction.net as soon as possible.)

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Winter Solstice Surprise

"Slow down, Anakin!" Obi-Wan yelled as Anakin sped past him.

Anakin slowed his run down to a fast walk tossing an apology over his shoulder to his former master. He was late. He checked the local time and groaned. No, he was *very* late.

He wanted to surprise Padme for the Solstice. If he hurried, he would make it across Galactic City to the apartment and decorate it before she returned from her morning meetings. He quickened his step as a slow smile brightened his face.

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Padme Amidala was ready for the meeting to end. It had been a long morning of meeting after meeting and she wanted to be elsewhere.

She sighed. Normally, she didn't mind the lengthy Senatorial debates. But, today... today was different. Tonight was Winter Solstice and Anakin had promised to meet her for a holo-call. It had been months since they had seen each other, only talking over holo when time allowed.

She stared out over the glinting horizon of Galactic City lost in thought. A soft cough caught her attention.

"Padme, I can have my assistant send the minutes of the meeting over to you," Bail Organa said with a sly knowing smile.

"Bail, thank the Force! Would you? That would-" Padme grinned. "Thank you," she said as she rose to leave. Hopefully, Ani would be able to answer her call.

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When Padme reached the apartment, she was greeted with the sweet aroma of spiced cake and warm cocoa. She paused in the doorway in confusion. Had the handmaidens snuck in while she was gone to surprise her? While a sweet gesture, she wished that they had picked another day.

She rounded the corner and let out a gasp. A large green tree stood in the entrance to the balcony. It was lit with glowing lights and small wooden ornaments. It was beautiful.

Anakin stepped out from behind the tree. "Ani!" Padme's eyes widened in disbelief. Was he really here? Then she was in his arms. "I can't believe you're really here!"

Anakin smiled down at her before kissing her softly. "I knew how much this holiday meant to you. Happy Solstice, my love."

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why isn’t anyone allowed to be wrong anymore? it’s okay to be wrong. no one should be terrified of every tiny little mistake they might make. being wrong, and realizing you were wrong, is how you learn and grow and change.

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Ahsoka sees Anakin

(Not ship art!)

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Commission for @peaceloveandinternet  (thank you♥) Kanan&Hera from SW Rebels 

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Brendan is a joy! 💖💖

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For those doing Thanksgiving dinner this week: pull the bird from the freezer now and put it in the fridge to defrost if you haven’t already.

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REASONS TO LOVE CARTH ONASI:

1) For a 10 pixel worth character, HE'S HOT YOUR HONOUR! 😍😍😍

2) Siths are raiding the ship, boy stays behind to make sure everyone of the crew has a chance to get to safety pods. 😌

3) He a smart boy! 😀

4) He always compliments you when you do something nice and he sounds so happy. Even if they are proper dumb things like casually giving random people hundreds of credits. 😛

5) Even thought he must at first really hate Canderous, he manages to push that aside for the greater good and isn't even really vocal about his annoyance. 😗

6) He immediately goes dad mode on Mission. 😎

7) He can be sassy and snarky as hell! 😂😂😂

8) In the cut 'Neutral' - 3° ending he goes back to Revan, declaring his love for her, ready to die, fully believing that in the end she will do the right thing. 😭😭😭

9) Even though he's suspicious about Revan and Bastila and could easily be reassigned to another ship, he sticks with them through thick and thin. 🙃

10) He's the kind of guy who takes torture but doesn't speak. He's so sweet though when he admits that he sorta hoped Revan and Bastila would spare him the pain. I dunno, it's such a human thing to say. 🥺

11) When baby falls in love, he really falls in love hard. He really just declared his love and admiration for Revan in front of everyone. 🥰

12) His annoyed remarks are funny! 😛

There I said it! I really like him and I can't wait to see him in HD in the remake!

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Man of Action, PT 2   (part 1 here)

Waaaaay back in the day, I did a short story for the KOTOR compilation comic that Aimo and some of her friends had organized.  My idea was the events of KOTOR from the point of view of Carth, along with some extra bits…

It was a lot of fun to do, but honestly I’m quite crap at comic book layouts, so it’s no big surprise that I don’t do them often XD. 

Carth was my first Bioware dude. Although he took a bit of work to get to know, he was really quite a remarkable character in terms of personality… though admittedly you never got a chance to experience a lot of his character development if you played a male Revan and never did the romance stuff.  Without that, he might’ve come off as whiny or overly-emotional about things if you didn’t know the whole story :\  BUT as an entire package, a very interesting dude. :3

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Man of Action, PT 1   (part 2 here)

Waaaaay back in the day, I did a short story for the KOTOR compilation comic that Aimo and some of her friends had organized.  My idea was the events of KOTOR from the point of view of Carth, along with some extra bits…

It was a lot of fun to do, but honestly I’m quite crap at comic book layouts, so it’s no big surprise that I don’t do them often XD. 

Carth was my first Bioware dude. Although he took a bit of work to get to know, he was really quite a remarkable character in terms of personality… though admittedly you never got a chance to experience a lot of his character development if you played a male Revan and never did the romance stuff.  Without that, he might’ve come off as whiny or overly-emotional about things if you didn’t know the whole story :\  BUT as an entire package, a very interesting dude. :3

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Obi-Wan on Tatooine

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Oh, my heart.

Fictober Prompt #22: “No Promises.”

Fandom: KOTOR

Rating: PG

Time:  After the game, so all the spoilers apply

“I … don’t know if I’ll ever go back to Telos.  And I don’t know if I want to even… develop… anymore, you know?” 

Carth nodded, heart still full of hope.

Dustil pressed his lips into a thin line.  “I know it’s been five years since…but…”  With a sigh and in a burst of frustration, Dustil’s hand went up to run nervously through his hair, brushing it back from his face. 

Carth felt as if he was watching himself fuss in the mirror.   He looked so much like him in how he moved. 

Dustil frowned.  “I haven’t had a moment to think of Selene…or Mom… as I should.” Carth saw Dustil’s face soften, and he felt his own do the same..  “I want time to just do that, no Jedi or Sith involved.”  His brows drew together.  “I…I haven’t decided if I want you around for that.” 

“I just want you to think about it, ok?  I don’t – I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want or you aren’t ready for - I know how the Jedi can be, too, trust me on that — I just don’t want you to be alone and I don’t know –” The words cascaded out of Carth.

“No promises,” Dustil said, firmly.  Then he hesitated.  “Um.”  Again, that nervous expression that Carth knew so well.  “…it’s about you not being around”  Dustil searched his father’s face, trying to see if he understood.

Carth grimaced slightly.  “Yeah, I know.  I … have to live with that.  How much time I lost with you.  And your mom.” 

Dustil seemed satisfied that his father acknowledged it.  “That all said…certain things would have happened anyway…. even if you were with us more…”  Dustil swallowed hard, then plunged onward.  “I want you to know my… issue with you….it’s not about her.  I’m grateful that she — she helped you.  Helped me… That she did what she did,” he finished in a rush.  “…I don’t mind about her.  That’s… that’s ok, you know?”

It took another fifteen seconds for Dustil’s words to fully register on Carth.  “Ok,” he repeated back to his son, a little weakly.  “I…I didn’t expect it.  I didn’t want – I wasn’t ready.  At all.  And then it happened anyway.”

“I guess when you’re saving the galaxy, a lot of things happen anyway.”  The way Dustil’s lips quirked and the look that conveyed that he was obviously humoring his father –

That and the pull in his heart said Morgana hadn’t completely left him.  Never would.  She understood. And didn’t mind.

Dustil had pulled out his chrono.  “I… I got to go somewhere.  Job stuff.  Apartment stuff.  You know, the things they don’t teach you at the Sith Academy.”  Dustil rose from his seat in the outdoor cafe and so did Carth. 

“I understand.  We…. we can do this again.  Next week.  Next month.  When you want.”  Carth couldn’t remember the schedule, and it didn’t matter.  He – he’d find time and space.  He’d take a desk job, if he had to. 

Dustil gave him a cautious smile.  “Ok.  See you around, Dad.”

Before Carth could react to a word he hadn’t heard from his son since he was 11 years old, Dustil had hopped the railing that separated the cafe seating from the sidewalk, and he was off.

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The Mask

Rey stumbled over a rock in the dirt. After recovering her balance, she paused. An ominous feeling of dread crept up her spine.

"What is it?" Finn asked, fear dripping from his voice.

Rey shook her head at her friend and padawan-learner. "I don't know."

He hadn't wanted to come back to Exegol with her, Poe hadn't either, but honestly - she hadn't given either one of them much choice.

She'd had a feeling. A tug in the Force pulling her back to Exegol. She'd changed the coordinates in the hyperdrive, thanks to the Sith Wayfinder, without warning. She'd learned to rely upon her instincts over the years. They hadn't led her wrong.

Yet.

She swallowed hard as echoes of the past vibrated through the Force. She glanced down at the cause of her stumble and nudged it with the tip of her toe, turning it over. It wasn't a rock at all, it was a mask.

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Click the link above to read more! :)

Also can be found at https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13974141/1/The-Mask for those who prefer to read on fanfiction.net.

This is a one-shot short story I wrote for the Star Wars book community on Instagram for the Sunday's force theme.

Enjoy!

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At the heart of it all, Carth is just a dad trying to make his way through the universe. Awesome little fic!

Fictober Prompt #13: "The things you make me do.”

Fandom: KOTOR

Time: Tatooine/First planet after Dantooine.

A/N:  My firstfirst attempt at KOTOR fic.  My Revan is Questra Kharr.  No pairing, yet, though Carth … well, you’ll see.  I have totally stolen a line from Doctor Who.  It will become obvious at story’s end.  I stabbed myself in the feels on this one.

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 At first, he had relished the silence.  For the first time since Taris, he wasn’t running around like a lunatic.  Instead, he got to stay on the ship.

And put food in the ventilation system for the stowaway (who he had never seen, but Questra had assured him was there.  And then she immediately followed up by reassuring him she wasn’t nuts.)

And be careful not to step on any of the gizka.

And now sunset was approaching for the binary suns of Tatooine, and nobody was back yet.  

Carth worried.

The communications system on the Ebon Hawk chirped at him, and he hastily activated it.  “Onasi here.”

“Hey, it’s Mission.”

Carth winced slightly at how dejected she sounded.  “I’m guessing the hunt for Griff isn’t going well.”

“No, it’s – actually, we think we know where he was taken,” she replied, her tone warming up.  “We just need the robes to get there… and that’s the part that isn’t going too good.”  Her voice dipped slightly.  “Bastila didn’t want to kill any sand people to get them, and she got into an argument about it with Canderous –”

“Because that’s his idea of a good time.  What about Questra?” Carth asked, trying to not sound as concerned as he was.  He couldn’t help but feel that the ex-smuggler was being set up for something by the Jedi Council.  He thought Bastila was being set up, too, but …  Carth had his suspicions that she was complicit in whatever the Jedi had cooked up for Questra.

Just because he was paranoid didn’t mean somebody wasn’t out to get him.  Or Questra.

He really had to stop thinking about them as a team like they were on Taris.  She was a Jedi now, and he was still just a Republic pilot.  

“Questra managed to get some information at the cantina about a homesteader that had some sand people robes – she told us not to ask him where or how they got them, but he had them…” Mission replied.

“That sounds promising.”

“And then we found out he was off-planet, and the only person at the house is his wife.  She doesn’t speak Basic… or any language we know, actually.”

Carth made a face at the comm system speaker.  “Questra’s great at figuring out languages – she got that stowaway to talk to her.”

“Well, yeah, Questra played charades with her, and then the lady had us running around doing her chores on the homestead … and now she won’t talk.  And now Bastila and Canderous are arguing again, and the lady is yelling at them and tell them to go away with her hands.” Carth could hear a little noise in Mission’s throat, and she continued, frustrated, “I just want to find Griff, and get him out of here.  Get us out of here.”

“What do you want me to do? Go over there so they can yell at me instead?” Carth asked sarcastically.

Mission was momentarily silent before answering, brightly, “Yeah!  They’d probably get away from the house to come talk to you, which means Questra could do that hand-wavy thing and persuade her.”

Carth heard Zaalbar rumbled in the background.  “Mission, I don’t think adding more humans is going to fix this.”

“C’mon, Carth. Pleeeeeeeeeaaaase?”  

Just then, a thump came from the cargo bay, and a pair of gizka chased each other across his boots.

“I’ll be there a.s.a.p.”

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By the time Carth reached the homestead coordinates, it was twilight on Tatooine, and he hunched his shoulders up against the approaching cold night.  As he drew near, he could see the figures of Zaalbar and Mission waiting for him.  Another few steps, and he could see Canderous hulking form, being pestered by tiny little Bastila.  It was like watching a starling harass a bear.  

Finally, Canderous seemed to have had enough of her and stormed back into the homestead, nearly ripping the door off the hinges.  Carth could hear the angry squawk of the homesteader’s wife, and then Questra’s frustrated voice telling Ordo to go the hell back outside.  While the door was still open, Bastila trotted inside and added her two credits, which were not well received.

Carth gave Mission a withering look.  “You want me to go in there?”

Mission shrugged helplessly, and Zaalbar shook his head.  “I – I think Questra almost had her?” Mission offered, hopefully.  

Carth made a great show of rolling his eyes and stomping over toward the homestead.  

When he stepped through the door, Carth heard a distinctive noise, one that he knew—

His heart did a somersault, and in a fraction of a second, he had a vivid flashback to a shore leave about fifteen years ago, when he and Morgana had played lizard-toad-snake to see who had to leave the warm cocoon of their bed to –

A very hungry baby was wailing in his mother’s arms, as Bastila tried to speak to her, loudly, “Please, we just need the robes – the clothes of the sand people –”

“Talking louder isn’t going to make her understand, princess,” Canderous griped at her.  

Bastila sucked in her cheeks and turned to face Canderous.  Carth saw her check the urge to insult, but her response was indignant, all the same.  “What do you propose to do, then?  Kill her?” Bastila’s voice was calm but her eyes were fire.  

The homesteader’s wife, a Zabrak with short horns and mottled skin, kept an eye on these intruders while trying to shush the baby.

Carth’s eyes ran around the room and finally settled on Questra….who actually had a cup of tea in front of her and now held her head in her hands, elbows on the table. A few bowls were laid out on the table as well, none of which looked particularly appetizing, but all the same – hospitality had been offered.

Mission was right. She’d been so close…

Canderous glared at Bastila. “No honor in that.  She’s a civilian, not a warrior.  Unlike the Republic, we Mandalorians don’t hide behind noncombatants to provoke a slaughter and then play victim.”  

Carth bit his tongue, hard, so much to the point he nearly drew blood.  But they hadn’t seen him yet, and he didn’t want to get roped into this nerf-and-wookiee show if he could help it.  

Canderous kept his word and didn’t touch the woman.  Instead, he tried to move past her.  She blocked him at every turn.  Frustrated, Canderous extended his arms out to his side.  “Ok, lady, what do you” – he held out both palms toward her – “want from me?”  He gestured toward himself.

The woman extended the squalling baby out toward the Mandolorian, and Carth could have died laughing for the expression of abject panic that crossed Canderous’s face.  She might as well have tried to give him a grenade with the pin out.  

Hastily stepping backward, Canderous shook his head, vigorously. Displeased, the woman pivoted slightly toward Bastila who also immediately backed away, a special sort of terror seizing her.

Questra finally raised her head to watch the situation.  “…another chore.  I think if we take care of the baby, clean the house – give her a break – she’ll give us the robes?”  Questra tugged at her shirt and pointed at the baby, then gestured to the entire interior of the small house.

The woman nodded.  

“It doesn’t even talk yet – how do we know what it wants?” Canderous put his hands on his hips, an anxious glance darted at the still-wailing child.  

Carth closed his eyes and sighed.  

“Nice of you to show up, Republic.  Going to take your share of the credit without doing the work?”  

Carth opened his eyes, then looked out the window back toward Mission and Zaalbar, who were still waiting outside.  Mission was goofing around Zaalbar in a circle, bored, but still looking over at the homestead, impatient and concerned.  Then Carth looked over at Questra, who seemed so damn tired of this.

He couldn’t stop himself from saying the words aloud.  “Oh, the things you make me do.”

Carth stepped up and gestured to the woman to hand him the child.  Carth gave a lopsided smile to the child’s mother. As the weight hit his arms, he found the child was small, but dense – a good sign.  He held the very unhappy baby to his chest and sat down at the table across from Questra.  “Ok, kid,” he murmured to the small person as he lowered the child down to sit on his knee.

Keeping one eye on the child and the other on his hand, Carth grabbed a small utensil off the table and dipped it into the unidentified bowl of mush that looked like it had the smoothest consistency.  “I’m a bit rusty, but I’m sure I can still get the dropship into the hangar, if you cooperate.”  Carth presented the spoon to the tiny tyrant, and the child’s mouth immediately opened, the crying stopped now that his tummy’s salvation was at hand.

As Carth focused on his task, he said to his comrades in the room.  “Better get to work cleaning this place.  I think he’s going to crash after he has a full stomach, and we don’t want to wake him.”  

Canderous and Bastila didn’t linger a second longer in the child’s presence.  As the mother bustled around the room, doing her part to pick up the house, Carth felt eyes upon him.  

He looked up.  Questra.

“Carth, thank you,  I –”  She shook her head, her surprise evident.  “How–?”

His heart did some more acrobatics as other memories crowded his mind.  He didn’t want to talk about it.  But…

But…

Carth didn’t look at her when he answered her question, because he was sure he was going to make that relieved, almost happy look just crumble.   “I was a dad.  Once.”

He heard her breath catch, and he thought he heard Canderous’s heavy steps stop for a second in the next room.

Eventually, Questra got up from the table and left him with his small charge.  

Carth focused on the mission at hand – quelling local unrest.