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[thebeautifulbook]

POEMS by John Keats (London: George Bell, 1905) Art binding by A.&D. McGregor.

[hayden-christensen]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN AND EWAN MCGREGOR Photographed by Misan Harriman for British GQ | May 12, 2022

[person25]

do you ever see a character/actor and say “i want you👹” in a southern drawl? no? just me?…😔

[marierg]

Of Light and Darkness: The Rising Darkness part 2

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!: Cannon typical violence, language, Depressive and stress related descriptions, stim shots and over use of medications(didn't know so tagged in case), injuries & not appropriately treating them, JANGO FETT! (we love him! but definitely a warning)

A/N: I take no credit for the movie dialogue that is all the work of the wonderful Mr. Lucas! THIS IS A LOVING WORK OF FANFICTION!!! With that said I did take more than a few liberties but I tried to pull from the film and meld it into a cohesive piece. Much love to all the prequels and the folks there in!

PS- I've been stuck with writers block for these latest chapters so it's going REALLY SLOW! I am so sorry guys, I'm doing ma best. Definitely gonna take a break after this arc to build up a few chapters so hopefully this doesn't happen again.

Picture Credit: Lucasfilm and pinterest

Words: 7000

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“Et nomine Kaf, et frappuccino, et soda and chocolate... Aaaaahhhh Fuck here we go.” You muttered the funny little chant to yourself before exiting the lift.

It was a long day already. The changeling's death, the autopsy, debriefing the council, the meeting with Padme; you were done with the day much less the week. The jorgan fruit to top this cake was the council riding roughshod over you all. Sending Anakin on this protection detail solo was not a good idea, especially after what Dorme had reported back.

Moping and complaining to you was one thing, but it wasn't acceptable on an assignment. Even less acceptable to the person they were assigned to protect. Taking a deep breath to remind yourself yet again that he was young and still maturing, you resisted the urge to knock sense into him repeatedly. Entering the guest room where Anakin was currently trying his best to get dressed did draw a wan smile though. He was fighting the material, trying to fasten it like a robe instead of a shirt.

“Pull that any harder and you won't have but your trousers and vest to wear.”

“You sound like Obi Wan,” Anakin turned sourly to you, he could already sense the lecture coming. “I'm a Jedi, not a fashion model.”

“Oooh someone's in a mood I see.”

Anakin threw up his hands in frustration, “I look like a puffer pig on Lifeday eve.”

“Yes, but a very handsome puffer pig.”

“Yeah right,” Anakin was fighting a smile.

“Well it still looks good on you.” You waived off his hands and started refastening the loose shirt then handed him the over coat. “Last time I helped you like this was your first days as our Padawan, now it's your first big solo mission.”

“Master Y/n?” Anakin felt a ripple in your signature, wistful and sad. “I promise we'll be fine, you don't have to worry.”

Raising an eyebrow you hummed in your throat, “I wonder sometimes if there is something that I have forgotten... some nugget of wisdom that hasn't yet been passed. Have I done all that is possible to protect and guide you?”

Anakin had towered over you for a few years now and yet it still felt like he was that small boy sitting with you at the pond. He felt you take his hand, giving a squeeze looking up at him with those knowing eyes. Casting his own gaze to his boots Anakin felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment, “Guess I've been a bit dumb huh?”

“Just young. ” Letting go to tug at his braid you watched as a smile quirked up. “Hey look I'm no council member, but I do have a little wisdom that I haven't quite passed on that you may need for this mission.”

You reached a hand into your robes to retrieve a small object, one that had lived in your desk for sometime. You had hoped that it would be a while yet till he needed this, but you could no more stop the passage of time than to stop the flow of the living Force. Perhaps you were so cautious with Anakin because of your own misfortunes, maybe it was the few rough missions and close calls. Taking the bracelet that matched Obi Wan's you fastened it to his wrist, slowly letting the words flow.

“You have the biggest heart Anakin Skywalker and you're a damn fine apprentice. I have no doubt that you can protect yourself and Senator Amidala from whatever gets thrown your way. Yes I will worry, but only because I care for you so much and want you safe. As your Master though, I know that I must let you go no matter how hard that is for me. We will be with you always and if you ever doubt it just look right here.” Tapping the bracelet you took a deep breath and glanced up at those bright blue eyes. They were different from Obi Wan's, more mirthful and cocky. You never wanted that mirth to leave him, you'd spare him any heartache if you could, but that was life and so your apprentice must take the good with the bad as you all did. “Now about that big heart.”

“Master I...”

Holding up a hand you smiled again at the young man. “I'd be a pretty big hypocrite if I shot your feelings down right now wouldn't I?”

“I don't know...”

“Yes you do.” Quirking up a brow at your apprentice and giggling at the blush that now spread up to his ears. “Don't tell Obi Wan though, he likes to think he's so sneaky. And I'm sorry that I was so remiss in advising you before all this started.”

“Well it's not like Jedi usually have significant others.” Anakin snarked.

“Be that as it may, I do have a little advice. Be honest and tell her how you feel, what you admire, what you think. Listen to what she has to say instead of thinking that you're right all the time. Don't let your pride speak where your heart should. And above all else never let your pride and heart out pace your brain... if anyone could testify about that it's me.” Giving his hand a last squeeze you stepped back to get one last glance at him, no longer the boy but the man.

Anakin glanced down at his feet again, “What if she doesn't feel the same way?”

“That is the risk we take,” using your finger to tip his chin back up you gave him a kind look. “Either way at least you'll know, which is better than wallowing in the what if's. Take your shot kid, the Force will be with you.”

“As it is with you Master.”

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“Sarinysium is hard stuff to come by kiddo... even harder to produce correctly,” Maffa studied his young friend from across the desk. Bone and soul tired like you hadn't slept in several days, and then there was the small fact that you had come to him for information. While he was more than happy to oblige you, Maffa also knew that you didn't turn to him for help lightly. Must be a real emergency, he figured. “With a concentration and distillation of this quality though... a few that come to mind.”

“Anyone from the planets that have left the Republic?” You swirled the amber liquor clinking the ice on the sides of the glass. You wouldn't breathe easy till Anakin checked in from the hiding place and were also anxious to hear what Obi Wan had found out from Dex. You didn't have the premonitory gifts of your Master, none the less you felt the edge of war's knife at the throat of the galaxy. Looking to the old gangster you saw that even he could tell the tides were changing.

“One or two but the one that comes most to mind is a planet called Kamino. Lot of war profiteers, cloners that make armies for hire, weapons manufacture and testing.” Maffa took a sip of his own glass, pursing his lips. “Y/n please let someone else handle this. These type of folks mood changes with the wind and the highest bidder.”

“I wish I could... but duty calls.” Downing the last of your drink you smiled at your friend. “Besides you know Obi Wan will keep track of me well enough.”

Maffa sighed heavily, but shrugged his shoulders and wrote some information on a flimsy for you. As you grasped the sheet he took hold tightly. “Just be safe little Y/n. If someone has brought back a weapon like this, there's no telling what they have up their sleeves.”

Giving Maffa a hug you promised to come back by after your mission. You called Obi Boy, he had found a similar lead to the mysterious planet Kamino and was headed to the Archives. By the time you had arrived though he had struck a dead end there and apparently upset Master Nu in the process. With the two of you at a loss you thought on what Master Melri would do. “Well when in doubt, find a wiser adult.”

“I think Master Yoda is teaching sabers to the younglings today.” Obi Wan gazed down at your haggard appearance, sighing at the sight. As the two of you made your way down the halls he pulled you into one of the blind corners. Circling his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your head. “You look a fright wee one, here let me help.”

“Sorry, I haven't even been back to our quarters yet.”

Obi Wan turned you so he could fix your ponytail. He could also tell that you'd been subsisting on nothing but Kaf by how shaky your body was. You spun in his arms laying your head against his sternum. Laying his head to yours Obi Wan sighed knowing that this was exhausting for the both of you. “Come wee one, let us consult with the most adult person we know.”

“Don't think, feel with the Force. Help you it will.” Yoda focused on the small ones before him. Young though they were, strong and skilled were they too. Much like a great garden these younglings minds simply needed nurturing and time for them to reach their potential. Sensing the approaching knights Yoda clacked his staff on the floor. “Younglings, Younglings visitors we have.”

“Hello Master Kenobi and Master L/n.”

"Hello Younglings,” Obi Wan gave a small smile. “We're sorry to disturb you Master.”

“Teddy Bear Clan! How's your class today lil squishes?” A wave of giggling bounced around the room. You smiled at the group of children, no matter how tired you were, seeing them certainly buoyed your spirits. Now if you could remain upright that'd be a trick.

Yoda laughed at your greeting, “What help to you can I be?”

“Why don't you take the lead Obi Boy, I'm gonna test the structural integrity of that post.”

“Indeed, we shall see whom crumbles first.” Obi Wan tried to hide his grin, instead focusing more on the wise Master before him. “We're looking for a planet described to us by separate acquaintances, but it doesn't appear in the archives.”

“Lost a planet have you? How embarrassing... how embarrassing. Liam, the shades,” Master Yoda raised the reader and gestured for all to come closer. “Gather around the map reader, clear your minds and find this lost planet we will.”

With the room darkening your mind started to really blank, so very tempted to fall asleep right there standing against the pillar. Instead you tracked Obi Wan as he paced the room.

“It ought to be here, but it isn't.” Obi Wan shook his head at the empty space on the map.

You nodded in agreement, “Maffa said the same, right between Scarif and the Rishi moon.”

“Gravity is pulling all of the stars in the system to this spot.” Obi Wan looked to you. “What do you think darling?”

“Nothing good I can tell you that.”

“Gravity's silhouette remains, but the star and all of its planets have disappeared. How can this be?” Yoda gazed at his charges, young and old alike. “Hmm a thought? Anyone?”

One little hand raised, their voice so very calm, “Master, it's because someone erased it from the archive memories.”

“Truly wonderful the mind of a child is. The Padawan is right, go to the center of gravity's pull and find the missing planet you will.” Yoda began to walk towards the hallway, the two knights following.

“Master Yoda who could have emptied the data from the archives? Isn't that impossible?” Obi Wan did not like where this evidence was leading.

“Dangerous and disturbing this is, only a Jedi could have erased those files. But who and why, harder to answer... meditate on this I will.” Yoda hummed thinking about all that had transpired in the last 24 hours. How was it that he and the Council could not have sensed this? How and why the Senator were drawn in was troubling as well. Looking at the two weary knights he sighed. “Rest now and this afternoon depart for this mystery planet you shall.”

Both of you bowed and headed to your quarters. Over and over the darkest of thoughts and more came to mind, and unfortunately none that you could outright dismiss. Making it in the door you flopped on the couch, Obi Boy set an alarm and then pulled you in close. He ran his hand through the mess that was your hair, gently stroking it as you held him tighter. “Maffa thinks I should sit this one out.”

“Then he and I are of the same mind. Would that I could send you to look after the boy instead, but I require your brilliant intellect.” Obi Wan sighed raising his other hand to scrub his face.

“How do you want to play this?” Resting your chin to look up at him you blinked and almost fell asleep right there. It was hard to resist the warm safety of his embrace.

Obi Wan hummed in his chest, “First we shall rest, then simply take things in our stride as we progress.”

“So very wise,” your head slumped to nestle into his strong chest. “Love you.”

“And I you wee thing.”

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“There it is, our missing planet.” Obi Wan turned back to you in the fighter. Seeing you knees to chest and dead to the world asleep gave him a grin. Reaching back through the seats to tap you awake he laughed at your grumbles. “Wake up sleepy kaf gremlin, we're here.”

You blinked owlishly and gazed out the canopy as the ship descended through the atmosphere. “Oh goodie... rain.”

“Come now we must put on our best faces.”

Making the mad dash to the door of the landing platform and looking like drenched rats was not going to make a good first impression. Wringing out your ponytail caused Obi Wan to snort. "Not...a ... word."

Obi Wan only smirked, quirking an eyebrow.

A tall being with the most remarkable obsidian eyes greeted you. “Master Jedi, welcome to Tipoca City. The Prime Minister is expecting you.”

“Oh this is getting weirder and weirder...” you glanced at your Obi Boy.

Obi Wan tried to keep neutral expression, “We are expected?”

“Of course! After all of this time we were starting to think you weren't coming.” The being before them began to walk and gestured to follow. “I am Tuan We, administrator and one of the overseers of this facility.”

“Pleased to meet you.” you studied the taller being in fascination. “This is Master Obi Wan Kenobi and I am Healer Y/n L/n.”

“What are you up too?”

“Just trust me, scientists talk to other scientists... networking.”

Taun We looked intrigued by that, “I've never met a Jedi Healer before, perhaps you would enjoy a tour of the medical facilities while Master Kenobi meets with the Prime Minister?”

Obi Wan stroked at his beard to hide a smirk, “Very clever.”

“That would be wonderful, also do you mind if I ask a few questions?”

"I would be happy to answer," Taun We inclined her head and long neck to the female, "I would be most interested to ask you about your work as well."

You smiled, "Excellent."

You managed to keep Taun We busy right up until you entered the Prime Minister's office. Introductions were made, Prime Minister Lama Su extending the offer that since you had both arrived so late in the evening that a full inspection would be organized in the morning.

“Thank you, we feel most welcome.” Obi Wan smiled over the cup of tea that had been brought in.

Lama Su studied these Jedi with a keen eye. “You'll also be pleased to know that we are on schedule. 200,000 units are battle ready with a million more on the way.”

“I'm sorry units?” Your ears perked at the term.

“That is... great news.” Obi Wan gave you a look. “Wait and see wee one.”

“Please tell your Master Sifo Dias that his order will be met on time.” Lama Su further gauged their reactions. Either this was as unexpected for the Jedi as for the Kaminoans or something was greatly amiss.

“I'm sorry who...” Obi Wan was now quite startled.

You were equally shocked, “Did you say Master Dias?”

“Yes. Master Sifo Dias is still a sitting member of your Jedi Council is he not?”

“Master Sifo Dias was reported missing and presumed killed almost 10 years ago.” Obi Wan placed the cup down to watch the being across from them. As soon as one clue was found, a new mystery was revealed.

“Obi Boy...”

“I know sweetling.”

Lama Su dipped his head, “I'm so sorry to hear that, but I'm sure he would be proud of the army we've built for him.”

“The Army...”

You quickly covered for Obi Wan's shock, “That's why we're here. Though some of the data has been lost to us since his passing, did Master Dias say who this army was for?”

“Why for the Republic of course.” Lama Su Rose and opened the portal to the viewing platform off the office. “Magnificent aren't they?”

You and Obi Wan stepped forward to row upon row of troopers for as far as the eye could see. Each of the signatures was so unique yet all wore the same uniform blending seamlessly into the other. Looking at Obi Wan with a wide expression he nodded back. “Obi Boy what have we gotten ourselves into?”

“This is bigger than any of us could have imagined...”

The Prime Minister gave a short viewing tour, highlighting the best of the genetic modifications made to these beings. Obi Boy had to calm you a few times when the Kaminoans referred to the men as “Items”. While the science of cloning had been around for some time you were fascinated by the advancements that the Kaminoans had made. That they managed to avoid the pitfall of clone madness thus far by balancing out the growth stages was quite the trick.

All in all from the surface a well run facility. While Obi Wan had continued on with Lama Su, you were escorted to the medical research wing to meet with their head researcher Nala Se. The female Kaminoan was different from her counterparts, speaking more kindly regarding the beings that were under their care, but none the less regarding them as a product.

“And what other research regarding combat is performed?” You were looking over the records of the Alpha series of clones.

Nala Se tilted her head, “I'm not sure I understand Healer L/n?”

“It's just that in my experience most militaries have an R&D for weaponry, medical research, technology... I was curious if that was similar here?”

Taun We was quick to answer, “Our weapons research is conducted elsewhere, closer to the armory.”

“So ballistic and plasma based items?” You stated the question with the same detached ease as you would a post operative report. There was a spike between the two other beings, “I'll take that as a no?”

“We have in the past done other weapons research, but it was shut down years ago and now only kept in the high security areas. I trust that you'll understand that I cannot show you those without proper clearance.” Taun We eyed the Jedi, she was an intelligent being for a human. Lama Su had warned to watch both of their guest carefully.

“Being in the RRC I've responded to many places where Bioligics have been used, I was curious if you had any new advances in treatment perhaps?”

Nala Se's eyes did widen at that, “Of course we would be happy to share our data to help those affected.”

“Not a pleasant business Biologics,” you kept a pulse on their signatures, “the worst I ever saw was sarinysium. Terrifying stuff, gone in the blink of an eye...”

The two Kaminoans became uneasy at your mention, body language changing subtly.

“I apologize, sometimes I tend to ramble.” You looked to Nala Se who kept eyeing the report in your hand. “These Alpha troopers are quite the group, why weren't more of them created?”

Nala Se seemed to relax at the question and change of topic, “We found them to be far too strong willed to create in large numbers. It seemed better to have them as leaders among the ranks.”

You nodded, “Ah, well thank you very much for your time and hospitality. I look forward to the demonstrations tomorrow.”

As you were escorted through the halls you mulled over this new piece of the puzzle. You had only briefly met Master Dias during your time as a Padawan, he had been a good and loyal member of the order. Why then had he done this?

Angry yelling coming from the hallway ahead drew your attention as quickly as your feet, old instincts kicking over. Turning the corner you saw a group of clones carrying one of their own. Without thinking you removed his helmet and began to palpate where you saw blood. It was your first real look at the men, you weren't sure if this one was in shock at seeing you or if the expression was from the pain of his injury.

“What happened?”

The men looked at you as though you sported horns and a second head. “Uh... Ma'am?”

“It's alright I'm a healer, now what happened?”

The trooper who was being supported crumpled to the ground causing the focus to shift. As you knelt to check the injured clone he tried to be nonchalant. “Fell in the simulation, think I blacked out for a bit... just startled my squad is all.”

“Is that true?” Taun We questioned.

The rest of the men shifted restlessly, till one spoke out. “One of the training droids malfunctioned, fired after the exercise ended. He fell from the ledge."

"How far?" You fired off the question while checking pupil reaction.

"I'd say 6 meters ma'am."

“Uh huh,” Looking at the injured man you pulled out your best smile. “Alright handsome let's just be sure that hard head didn't crack. Let me see now, this may feel a little strange.”

Placing your hands to cup his face and reaching with the Force you soon found the problem. A hemorrhage causing intracranial pressure that would kill the man before he could make it to a medbay. He was deteriorating quickly pupils unequal, his pulse was racing under your fingertips. Glancing at the others gathered you instructed them to hold the patient steady. Focusing you began to channel and mend the broken vessels, breathing and heart rate returning to normal. Slowly opening your eyes you saw warm brown ones staring back alert and bright. “How do you feel now handsome?”

Who was this strange woman, not an instructor for certain? When CC-3636 felt those gentle hands on his pounding head he figured that was that, end of the line before he even saw combat. Then a warm feeling as the pain went away, gentle smile easing his fears. Seeing Taun We watching the interaction brought him back to reality quick enough. Sitting up straight he gave a crisp reply, “Much better ma'am, I'll report to my next training rotation with my squad.”

“The hell you will, you're going with me to the medbay and getting a second look at, isn't that right?” Looking up at Taun We you saw the subtlest nod. Helping the much taller man to his feet you couldn't help but appreciate the sheer stature of all the clones. Their progenitor must be truly impressive if these were any indication. Unfortunately you also wobbled like a fawn having gotten up too quickly and fell against your patient. “Kark... Sorry!”

CC-3636 smirked at the little thing, barking orders one minute then skittish the next. He linked her arm through his and marched toward the medbay. “Quite all right ma'am.”

Obi Wan meditated by the window of the guest quarters, it was spartan but spacious. The bounty hunter was here, of that Obi Wan was certain, but what his underlying motivations were... that was yet to be discovered.

You were resting after an eventful afternoon, resting even as tired and annoyed as your were. Obi Wan had sensed your feelings from the minute that the Kaminoans had referred to the beings under their care as objects. He was a guardian but in many ways you too were one. Your respect and compassion towards all beings was one of the many things he admired. Even drained as you had been you couldn't stop babbling about the troopers you had encountered... and the fact that none of them had a name.

“Obi?” You padded over to where he sat by the window, storm raging on the other side. When he didn't respond you decided to join him, taking a seat in his lap. Warm strong arms wrapped around and trapped you against his chest. Leaning your head back you waited for him to speak first, far too afraid of your own thoughts.

“You were a loth cat in a prior life darling.” He kissed the side of your neck. “What is it?”

“I sense darkness lurking around the poor souls here.” A tear slipped loose at the intrusive thought and of the old pain trying to break loose again. “How can life be created simply to die...”

“All life ends y/n, but we go on in the Force.” He felt your head shake.

“They were born to die for someone else's fight, for someplace they've never even seen, a choice that was never theirs to make. How can anyone use other beings like that?”

“Ahh... You know as well as I that not all beings in the universe have everyone's best interest in mind. That not all have the same virtues and heart.”

Playing with his hands nervously you considered what had woken you, “I saw something Obi Boy... something terrible.”

“Show me.”

Opening you signature to his own the same images flashed in rapid succession. War, pain, the red of a sith's lightsaber, death.... swirling so quickly that it was hard to catch one before the next came. He could feel the shudder running through your body, the cold sweat rising. Obi Wan ran his hands at your side to soothe and comfort. Turning to look you in the eye he could see the dark set in.

“Can we stop it? Can we save them?” Tears rolled down your cheeks thinking again of the man you had healed but a few hours before. He didn't know that his eagerness for battle was simply the naivete of one who had yet to even really live.

Obi Wan kissed your forehead softly, holding you tight, “I hope so sweetling... for all our sakes.”

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Jango Fett paced the small common area in his quarters, occasionally peering in to watch his son sleep. What he would give to dream so soundly, but those days had long departed. He had spotted the sleek starfighter as he landed his own ship. Lama Su had informed him that the Jedi had finally come to see the war cattle that had been created from his genetics. He knew well enough that wasn't the only reason for their appearance.

This was just a job like any other, with the exception of the son he loved dearly. Of all the things that had come of his work these last 10 or so years Boba was the one that he never regretted. Glancing to the buildings at the far side of the floating city his thoughts drifted again to the two visitors. “Alright Jetii your move...”

“Boba is your father here?” The small boy at the door nodded, “May we see him?”

Boba pursed his lips seeming uncomfortable, “Sure.”

“I don't think he likes strangers.” You tried to give the boy a smile which he returned even if shyly. His look turned to a sneer when he looked at Obi Wan.

Obi Wan raised a brow, “I think he likes you better than me.”

Entering into the small apartment you heard Boba call for his father. It was much like the one that the two of you had stayed in, though you could feel the echos of happy memories here. Hearing movement from the bedroom you turned to see a striking man coming towards you. He moved with a lethal grace and an aura of command. It was his face that truly struck you, scared and battle hardened version of the younger clone from the day before.

Taun We bowed her head at the man, “Welcome back Jango, was your trip productive?”

“Fairly.” Jango had quickly sized up the male, a fighter and cocky for sure, not a problem if push came to shove. The female was... intriguing. Turning to face the shorter woman he put on a flirting smile, making his tone lighter. “And you are?”

Your mind blanked at the intensity of his gaze. It wasn't that you weren't used to flirting, just that this felt altogether different, like a test of sorts. Fortunately Taun We stepped in.

“This is Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi and Jedi Healer Y/n L/n, they've come to check on our progress.”

Jango watched as the healer offered a hand in greeting, maybe trying to regain their footing. Pretty little thing, not his type but none the less there was something charming about her. Taking your hand Jango raised it to his lips and gently pressed a kiss. “Welcome to Kamino.”

You swallowed hard, “Thank you.”

Obi Wan watched as this Jango released your hand and walked towards him. He raised an eyebrow and tried to appear unaffected by the little exchange. “Your Clones are very impressive, you must be very proud.”

“I'm just a simple man trying to make his way in the galaxy.” Jango gazed impassively at Kenobi, then darted his eyes briefly to you. Your attention had fallen to Boba and his Djarik board. It was a game that they had started just before he left on this last assignment, she was studying the board in interest. Jango resisted a smirk when you shook your head at his son's next play.

“Ever made your way far as Couriscant?” Obi Wan had used the man's momentary distraction to look past into the room by the door, the metallic glint of armor catching the light.

Jango caught the line of the other Jedi's sight even as he pressed in his move to the board, whispering for Boba to close the door. He inched into your space crowding and then brushing past you to face Kenobi again, “Once or twice.”

Obi Wan fired back, “Recently?”

“Possibly...” Jango could see that this Kenobi didn't like him getting near the woman, how interesting. He leaned on the table close to you, smiling and giving a wink. “Though I have thought of passing by more often. Such a beautiful place with such... marvelous people.”

“You must leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake Mr. Fett.” You saw the hunter cock his head.

Jango rather liked this Jetii, “I've never had any complaints.”

"Probably far too busy to hear them, you seem more a man of business," leaning slightly closer you glanced down at his lips then back to that hawkish gaze. A flirting smile passed your lips, "and seldom one of ... pleasure."

"Being trapped in that Temple of yours mesh'la what would your know of such things?" If the Jeti'ika wanted to play then who was he to deny her.

“Hmm...Well I've never had any complaints.” You kept eye contact, smirking. Master Melri always said when men flirt their guard was at it's lowest. However Jango may like the game he still wasn't giving you anything. Obi Wan on the other hand was not happy with the exchange. You could feel the territorial protectiveness in his signature spiking and while it was comforting it also wouldn't help. “Easy Obi...”

“I'm fine.”

“Bantha Shit. Mission first...Besides you know I only have eyes for you sweet man.”

Obi Wan gritted his teeth & attempted to reign in his temper, now trying a different avenue. “Then you must have met Master Sifo Dias.”

“Master who?”

Ah, now there's something. Obi Wan circled closer to Fett, “Sifo Dias, was he not the Jedi that hired you for this job?”

Jango didn't like that the knight had caught him off guard, deciding to keep this discussion to the point. “Never heard of him.”

“Really?” You now came to stand beside Obi Wan. “Then how...”

“I was hired by a man called Tyranus, on one of the moons of Bogden.”

“Curious,” You murmured absently, “must be an associate.”

Jango looked between the two, setting a challenging gaze at Kenobi, “Do you like your Army?”

“I look forward to seeing them in action.” There was a ghost of a smile on Obi Wan's face.

“They'll do their job well, I'll guarantee that.”

You watched the two men posture, like rivals testing the waters. You had caught sight of the armor too and old tales of Mandalorian fighters scratched at the surface. This man had the cold eyes of a killer for certain, but he also loved his son dearly as evident by the many trinkets and their strong bond. A man of many facets.

Was Jango truly a part of whatever was transpiring or simply a pawn? The aura surrounding the boy was clear and curious; whatever the father's dealings Boba didn't seem privy. Either way nothing more would be gained with further discussion now. “Thank you for answering our questions Mr. Fett, we're very sorry to have intruded.”

“Please call me Jango.” Again he saw the small flash of jealousy in Kenobi's eyes as he looked back at him. “Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi.”

As their guests left Jango could see his son was as uneasy as he was. Dooku had not told him what the contingency was if the Jedi came sniffing around, but he recognized the danger of the situation well enough. Looking at his son, his decision was made.

“Pack your things, we're leaving.”

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“Great karking plan!” You yelled watching the armored man fly off. “What happened to 'just having a talk?'”

“He's Mandalorian,” Obi Wan gritted his teeth, “That is how they talk!”

The ship on the platform was powering up it's weapons systems. Dashing towards the front of the craft you tried to signal the very scared kid in the cockpit. Taking cover by a pillar you focused trying to influence the boy through the Force, “You want to power those down Boba. This is a bad idea, power down the weapons.”

The guns gave a short burst towards Obi Wan, so much for the power of persuasion. Dashing towards the ramp you felt arms grip you from behind and your feet leaving the ground. “Dank Ferrik!!!”

“Don't move Jetii.” Jango held fast to the woman while flying. He kept a keen eye on Kenobi, “Your choice me or the woman?”

“Get him Obi!”

Obi Wan waited till Fett flew close then gave a running kick at the man, causing you to fall. All three of you went sprawling on the platform. Obi Wan went on the defensive, quickly disarming the hunter of his pistol. The three of you began to trade blows though Fett effortlessly deflected both of you. You attempted to jump on the man's back to pull his helmet off and earned a broken nose for your efforts.

“Poor decision sweetheart,” Jango flung the woman across the platform before spying Kenobi trying to retrieve his weapon. Wrapping the man with a cable he set to the air, a dunk in the ocean would take care of the problem well enough.

Obi Wan knew that if Fett was able to get him over the water this fight would not end in his favor. Turning and gaining his feet again he reached out for a post to hold tight and hopefully anchor in. He almost lost his footing when you slid into him. “Y/N!”

“I got ya, pull!” The sudden loss of slack caused the hunter to crash, jet pack flying wildly before exploding. That didn't stop Jango from being quick to retrieve his pistol, nor Obi Wan to forget that he was attached to the hunter as he ran past to kicked him off the platform.

“Oh not good...”

Splashing across the platform you saw as Fett detached the cable. “OBI!”

A few moments later you could still feel him in the Force, signature still bright. “I'm Alright, keep them busy.”

“On it.” Racing to the ramp of the Firespray you quickly found the boy. The angry look on your face must have frightened Boba and you quickly softened to his fear. You held out your hands trying to deescalate this situation. “Boba I want you to come with me...”

“NO! WHERE'S MY DAD?”

“I'm not going to hurt you. Come, we're going to see Taun We and get this sorted. It's not safe...” The Force spiked a moment before the danger struck. Turning quickly to deflect the shots from Jango's blaster you weren't able to see Boba reach for the one in the hold.

Your body fell limply to the ground, Boba nudging you just to be sure the stun worked. Looking up at his father,the boy smiled. “We got them good didn't we Dad.”

“Yes we did son,” Jango picked up the Jedi and secured her in the janitors closet of the hall. Normally he would have held onto her for information, but where they were going he didn't want to be tracked. Killing the woman wasn't part of the job, Jetii or no, so he would leave her for the Kaminoans to deal with. Checking her pulse and finding it steady Jango turned to leave. “For your sake mesh'la... don't follow.”

Obi Wan dashed back inside out of the rain after having just missed the departing ship. Blast it all, how had they gotten away and where were you? Slicking his wet hair back he reached out to try to find you, “Y/n, where are you sweetling?”

“Ooooohhhhh.... my head, what in the sith hells?”

Glancing around he opened a side closet door just grabbing hold as your tumbled out. Nose bloody and blinking at the bright light, all things considered it could be worse. “Just tidying up are we?”

“Ha ha ha... Hrrrrgh, kid got the drop on me, kriffin' hells!”

Obi Wan hummed hauling you to a stand, “Well I dare say you'll have another chance at him. I managed to place a tracker, do you think you can manage?”

“Lemme at 'em!” You tried to walk but only succeeded in almost falling down. Obi Boy shook his head and picked you up. You grimaced, “Next time you and Anakin can investigate and I'll go with the Senator to the cool hideout.”

“I'm inclined to agree. Now heal thyself so we can run our quarry to ground.”

As the ship left the atmosphere you pondered again just how well your Padawan was doing on his own? Were there more hunters waiting in the wings, had the two managed to stay hidden?

“Wee one?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you sure you're alright? That was a gruesome hit...” Obi Wan paused feeling your small hand reach forward to squeeze at his bicep.

“I shouldn't have let my guard down, I'm sorry.” You pressed your head to the back of his seat. “some help I am...”

“You are doing well Y/n.” Obi Wan squeezed and stroked his fingers against your hand soothingly. “The fact that you're exhausted from overstretching your abilities and still standing is a wonder of stubborn will. Any other healer would have been put on rest by now from so much, you've treated how many critical wounds in the last two days? And on top of that been in how many altercations?”

“Two not a big deal.” You cringed and tried to change the subject. ”Don't forget to scan the exit point.”

Obi Wan rolled his eyes at your evasiveness, “Four counting yourself and that changeling. You've barely slept or eaten dear girl."

You felt even more guilty now for not taking better care and for flubbing up, "I'm sorry..."

Reaching over Obi Wan took your hand, gently kissing the knuckles. "Nothing to be sorry for wee one. Give yourself some grace darling. Why don't you eat one of those red biscuits and if you would hand me one too please.”

There was a pit in your stomach, but you did as he asked. Flying through hyperspace you released Obi Boy's arm handing him the biscuit, “Toss me back the blue pack by the controls.”

You could hear Obi Boy grumbling in his throat as you took out one of the pre loaded syringes. Taking a deep breath you stuck it into the muscle of your thigh, medications taking effect immediately. Taking stims was an unfortunate necessity when you got this tired, it was never something you enjoyed. The medications made you jumpy and your attention shorten. Slipping another injector away in your pockets, you handed the rest of the pack back forward. You took hold of Obi Boy's arm again, wishing you could hold his hand instead.

“I don't like when you have to use those.” Obi Wan stroked at his beard worriedly. He had hoped that their investigation would have ended on Kamino so that you could return and rest. Unfortunately the universe as always, mocked his wishes even if it wasn't for himself. “Are you sure that you're able to continue? We can always track the ship then call for assistance.”

You sighed, “I'll be alright and the sooner we finish this the better. So lets go find us a bounty hunter.”

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Ready to be worshipped

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"You can't escape him!"

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jeremy renner = daddy

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ewan mcgreor = father (in the most daddy way possible)

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Prom Night IV: Deliver Us from Evil (1991)

In today's review I find that religion and graduating seniors might not make and Prom Night might not mix. As I attempt a #positive review of the 1991 slasher film, Prom Night IV: Deliver Us from Evil #NicoledeBoer #JHWyman #JoyTanner #AlleGhadban

While modern societal and economic pressures may be bucking the trend in the image of a teenager being a buck wild hedonist, running counter to the doctrines of certain Abrahamic beliefs, mostly these debates amount to shouting matches. Yet in the realms of fiction, these can turn a lot more deadly. In 1991, a film explored the shadows of certain churches and combined them with the…

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Podcast: Make/Remake: Roadhouse (with Dakota Arsenault)

Greetings, programs! We’re back after a two-week hiatus! This week, we’re talking about something a little different: 1989s Road House and 2024s Road House.  The former is an 80s action classic with big hair, cheesy dialogue, and throat rips and then the latter is an update that tests the limits of how much Jake Gyllenhaal can carry a movie. Join us! Continue reading Podcast: Make/Remake:…

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Movie Review ~ Road House (2024)

The latest sacrificial lamb in a ceaseless parade of plundering and repackaging beloved ‘80s titles that nobody requested, Road House is an unnecessary endeavor and is a prime example of an industry approaching a creative bankruptcy.

Road House (2024) Synopsis: Ex-UFC fighter Dalton takes a job as a bouncer at a Florida Keys roadhouse, only to discover that this paradise is not all it seems.Stars: Jake Gyllenhaal, Daniela Melchior, Billy Magnussen, Beau Knapp, Jessica Williams, Lukas Gage, Joaquin de Almeida, Conor McGregor, J. D. Pardo, Arturo CastroDirector: Doug LimanRated: RRunning Length: 121 minutes Review: OK, before…

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● FOURTY FIVE ● ELEMENTAL ● CIS MALE ● CHEF ●

“Fire is never a gentle master.”

BIOGRAPHY: Francis had always had an interesting connection to fire, ever since he was a boy his favorite night of the year was bonfire night when they’d go to Uncle Morrison’s house for their bonfire and to play with his cousins. He’d loved bonfire night, sitting near the fire, watching it, imagining that he could control the fire, until the year he’d turned eight when uncle Morrison drunkenly grabbed Francis, pretending like he was going to throw the boy in the fire. What he wasn’t expecting however was to stumble on a dip in the ground mid fake toss and accidentally letting go of Francis who landed in the small bonfire bonfire. Panic and fury shook the child as the fire rose higher around him, burning off most of his clothes and spreading across his chest. When Francis was pulled from the fire it was almost as tall of the house and spreading even further than the boundaries of the rocks as he screamed furious words at his uncle.

When he was brought to the hospital Francis was checked in and ended up staying in the hospital for two weeks, by the end of which his burns were significantly healed, much faster than it would usually take someone to heal. Francis was confused, he’d heard the doctor telling his parents that it should have taken much longer to heal, it was something none of them had ever seen before, though he’d likely have the scar spread across his chest for the rest of his life. When Francis returned home everyone was afraid he’d be traumatized, scared of fire for the rest of his life, but it was quite the contrary, he was fascinated. He’d always offer to turn on the stove for his mom when she was cooking, he begged for fires in the family den, and while his dad would read a book and his mum would watch TV, Francis would watch the fire, learning the way it moved, memorizing the different ways it would flicker or fade.

When he was eleven Francis stole a book of matches from his grandparents house and went into a field a mile down the road, setting a small patch of the dried grass on fire and then- well, for lack of a better word, practicing. He didn’t know how to explain it, didn’t have the words for it, but he’d learned that he could move the fire he could bend it and make it a part of him, and more than anything he wanted control over the fire. For years Francis practiced, but controling fire wasn’t the only thing he practiced, Francis had for years had a deep affinity for food. Always standing in the kitchen, watching his mum or gran cook, he himself started cooking at twelve, getting his first job in a kitchen when he was fifteen washing dishes at the local pub, he started slow, working his way up, learning how to do the basics from a nice sous chef who was happy to teach him. One day when the head chef was busy Francis, who was walking by a huge pot of the soup of the night grew curious and tasted the soup before adding a few different ingredients and walking away. When the chef returned he demanded to know who had done what to his soup, panicked Francis did the only thing he could think of- he blamed the sous chef who was fired that night.

Francis was promoted to a line chef and soon found a use for his special abilities, suddenly anyone who was above him had their food burning or ovens turning off, while Francis’ food turned out perfect, learning more and more from the head chef and quickly becoming his protege, then, when the time was right, getting him fired and running the kitchen himself. Francis was cutthroat, but smart, he learned how to run a kitchen from those with more experience than him, he learned how to develop dishes, and soon left that small town pub at the recommendation of his bosses to work for a better restaurant. He started making a name for himself in the cooking world, developing and making dishes that people loved, while making a name for himself in kitchens as good luck to have. When a fire would break out, the station would never be too damaged, when someone would get hurt, Francis would check it out and it would never be as bad as they originally had thought and people loved having him in the kitchen.

But not only was Francis using his abilities controling fire in the kitchen, but he was also growing and exploring his abilites healing as well. Any cuts or burns he recieved in the kitchen started to heal faster and faster, he began to experiment, cutting and burning himself on purpose, and discovering he could heal faster so long as he put his hand over it, then started tto experiment on other people after realizing his abilities worked not just on himself. The people in the kitchen weren’t easy to experiment on and he was unable to really try what he wanted to with them, but prostitutes were a different story. He’d find young prostitues and experiment on them, or his younger cousins, or cousins children, anyone who wouldn’t dare speak out against him, and while he discovered the secret to healing, he did notice that it always left scars, not like it had never happened, but like it had been healed rapidly. But it was good enough for him, his ability made him beloved in the kitchen and made it so he was known as a good luck charm, despite his attitude.

By the time he was thirty he was working in one of the top restaurants in London as a head chef, developing his recipes, and working at his craft, it was there he earned his first Michilin star. After the success and the huge jump in ego that came with earning a star Francis decided he was tired of working for other people, and he opened his first restaurant, which was also a success. By the time he was 35 he’d had three Michilin stars, had three restaurants and was traveling the world, learning new ways to cook, and new ingredients to use. It was during one of these expaditions that Francis was introduced to the idea of extreme cooking, using the most extreme, rare and taboo ingredients a person could use in cooking. During one of these expaditions he was complaining to a fellow chef who introduced him to the idea of cooking with the most taboo ingredient there was. Human flesh. Disgusted Francis turned him away, but the more he thought about it the more enticing the idea became, and soon Francis was back at his door, asking to try it.

When Francis returned to London he was a changed man, he’d crossed a line most people never imagine crossing, and he was thriving. He was offered a position teaching at a very prestigious culinary school, but declined it as he knew nothing about teaching, so he began taking online classes at night, when he wasn’t working and soon managed to get a degree in teaching so he could move on to teaching the young chefs of the world. His businesses were doing well, and he happily accepted his new job, teaching cooking in New York. When he got to New York he fit in nicely with the academy, teaching the kids with his somewhat brash passion for the kitchen, he was a very polarizing teacher, either the students loved him or they hated him, and he didn’t care which side of the fence they landed on, so long as they tried. When students didn’t try he would always invite them to come, talk with him as discuss their future, those kids never returned to class, and there was a running joke that Francis had killed them and eaten them. It wasn’t until one of the ex-students was found homeless in Battery Park, on drugs and traumatized by other students that they started to wonder if their joke was a little too close to the truth. The ex-student babbled about Francis, talking about how he’d been chosen, how he’d been eaten by the teacher to the shock and horror of the kids, but when he showed them where it had happened, all they could see was a scar, something the student claimed “He had grown back”. Indeed, Francis had used his ability when he was harvesting from people to grow back whatever he had taken, it had been difficult and it had been a long process but after years Francis discovered so long as he had some of the cells he needed he could grow almost anything he had taken, leaving scars as he had before,both physically and mentally.

It wasn’t until one of the girls brought it up to her parents, who worked as lawyers for a powerful supernatural entity in New York that anyone took the claims seriously. Within weeks Francis’ home was raided and when they searched his custom industrial refrigerator they found what nightmares were made of. Among the beef, lamb and chicken were slabs of meat that when tested were positive for human flesh. The next few years were a whirlwind, between jails, hospitals, the trial, losing his job, his restaurants, everything, Francis was fed up, eventually his lawyer managed to get him out of the country, taking him down to Grand Caymen and setting him up there, where he would not be extradited to the United States or the United Kingdom, while he worked at convincing the judge to sentence him to time served. When the judgement was ruled as time served, Francis was free. Convicted, but free to find something else to do with his life.

It's funny how life works out, during the time Francis spent in the Caymen Islands, he heard the news of the great announcement and it crossed his mind for possibly the first time that there were others like him. He started looking into opening a new restaurant again, and his lawyers assured him that the judges hadn't forbade him from opening a new restaurant, so when he heard about Saintes, he made his way to Louisiana. Proud, and smug as he opened the new restaurant. Of course, he knows that he is under constant watch- but he doesn't mind. In fact, he's always sort of enjoyed an audience.

Francis Rowland is played by D, 31, She/They, PST

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Boxed dry card ship's compass, by D. McGregor & Co. Glascow & Greenock, late 19th century

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Of Light and Darkness: The Rising Darkness

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

Rating: T - mentions of death and violence

WARNINGS!: Cannon typical violence, foul language, mentions of injuries, death, drugs, drinking, stress, angst, anxiety.

A/N: I take no credit for the movie dialogue that is all the work of the wonderful Mr. Lucas!!!! THIS IS A LOVING WORK OF FANFICTION!!! With that said I did take more than a few liberties but I tried to pull from the film and meld it into a cohesive piece. Much love to all the prequels and the folks there in!

PS- Lotta pics in this one cause I needed references and I like 'em.

Picture Credit: Lucas Film and Pinterest

Words: +4K

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“Merciful Force please hear me,” As you ran through the Senate building your mind was racing, “Let her be alright please.”

Rounding the corner to the Naboo platform docking station you could clearly see that Senator Amidala was indeed upright, however you could also sense the pain she was in. Finding the Captain whom had called waiting to the side, you signaled him to join you in the vom.

“Thank you for coming, she refused to go to the hospital.” Captain Typho worriedly looked out to his charge. The Senator was one of the bravest people he had ever met, but she should be taking better care of herself. “You'd think the others would listen since she was almost killed.”

“My dear Captain if there is one thing I have learned it's that fear causes one of three responses: fight, flight, or freeze. You're just fortunate enough to have a fighter.” Gathering information while waiting you couldn't help again shaking your head at this mess. Planets, hell whole systems breaking off from the Republic and declaring independence. You never thought to see a dark day like this and as a keen student of history well knew the precipice upon which the Senate found itself. As the session came to an end Captain Typho ushered all of you to the Naboo offices.

As soon as the doors closed you pulled your friend in for a hug, “Next time we'll just go for a cup of Kaf and skip the whole first aid pretense.”

“I find healers come more quickly if they think you're dying.” Padme squeezed you back, hating that she had scared you. “Hows the hospital running? Have they built everything to your liking over at the training center?”

“Later, right now I need to check you over.”

Pulling out a scanner you found no breaks, fractures, nor internal bleeding much to your relief. However the younger woman did have several flesh wounds where shrapnel had tore through her flight suit. You healed her better than new then made her sit and eat, finally answering the questions of earlier. After the mission on Norte the RRC had petitioned for funds to improve the training building and equipment, Padme had not only signed but presented the petition to the Senate budge committee.

It hadn't taken long for the two of you to become close, you often wondered how many years of friendship had been absent because you hadn't stayed in touch. Though she never asked outright you would keep Padme appraised of what was going on at the Temple, especially Anakin. You hadn't told Anakin any of this though knowing he still harbored a deep affection, it was wiser not too. Although you did notice that when your apprentice's name was dropped your friend's face gave a glimmer of a smile or a blush.

Having no other pressing business, you decided to stick around and make certain Padme returned to her apartment safely. You took a flanking position as she headed for the Chancellors office for one last meeting. It was impossible to not overhear the discussion as you all entered the anteroom, several of the Jedi Council members were present along with Chancellor Palpatine.

“-we are keepers of the peace, not soldiers.”

You couldn't hear the Chancellors next statement, but Master Yoda's response was clear enough, “Worse than war I fear...Much worse.”

Padme gave you a questioning look, you held up a hand to see if there was more to hear.

“Impossible to see...the dark side clouds everything. But this I am certain of,” Yoda paused and clacked his cane for emphasis, “Do their duty, the Jedi will.”

As the door opened Master Yoda walked over to greet Padme as the committee entered. The old Master known for his steady and calm demeanor exuded concern. Padme was insistent that Count Dooku, the new Separatist leader and a former Jedi, was behind the attempt. Your own Master didn't want to believe the line of thought, insisting that the threat seemed to originate elsewhere. Master Mundi and the Chancellor pointed out that the Count was politically idealistic and had always sought diplomatic resolutions in past.

Still your friend persisted. “I don't know, but everything in my being tells me he was behind it...”

The Chancellor looked about the room and settled on you with a half grin, “Master Jedi, may I suggest that the Senator be placed under the protection of your graces.”

Seeing the look of annoyance on Padme's face caused you to hastily hide a grin. Oh if there was one thing the woman hated it was to be considered weak. Starting to protest the Chancellor cut Padme off, sympathetically but quite succinctly. Though you were never quite comfortable in his presence it was fascinating to see Chancellor Palpatine at work. He was both charming and direct while also holding his emotions closed so as to never give his opposition the upper hand.

“I realize all too well that additional security might be disruptive for you, but perhaps someone you are familiar with. Old friends like... Master Kenobi and Master L/n?” The senior statesman looked pleadingly at you then back to Padme, in a way seeming older and more tired. Taking her hands in his own, the Chancellor gave them a protective squeeze. “Do it for me, M'Lady, please. I will rest easier. We had a big scare today.”

Padme pursed her lips guiltily, “I'm sorry Chancellor. Sometimes my passions outweigh my judgment.”

The Chancellor raised her hands giving them a paternal pat, “Would that all our representatives were so dedicated. But you must consider the risks to yourself, and so I must insist on this. The thought of losing you is unbearable to me.”

Master Windu looked to where you stood at the back of the room. As the other Jedi left he beckoned you over. “I was unaware that you and the Senator were friends?”

“A few years now, she's not going to take us hanging around very well.” Finally able to let out a chuckle. Seeing the unamused look on your Master's face, you continued along the hallway passing on what Captain Typho had reported. Master Windu was not fond of politicians, but this seemed beyond his usual discomfort. “Are you more upset that she has accused a former college or because you have to tolerate the Chancellors presence?”

He raised an eyebrow at the question, “Am I so transparent?”

Chuckling a bit you glanced up, “Only because I know you Master. Can't say as I blame you either, that man is … off putting at times.”

“I do not like that a former member of our ranks has been accused. Dooku and I may have had our disagreements, but the thought that he could have fallen so far.” Reaching the speeder lot he paused before climbing in the transport. “You knew Master Dooku from your time as an apprentice. What is your perspective?”

“You may not like the answer.”

“Truth is often distasteful,” Mace watched you grimace, “But a necessity.”

Leaning a hip on the side of the speeder, you pursed your lips contemplatively. “It is not out of the realms of possibility that Master Dooku could have done this. From the few interactions I had my impression was that he could be cold and calculating. Of course my experiences were limited and mostly involved saber sparing.”

Mace chuffed, “As I recall you were not fond of those tutorials.”

“He was still a great teacher,” you started to pick at the hem of your sleeve, the nervous tick had never left you. “Naboo is a pivotal planet in the Senate that could work to the favor of either side. With Senator Amidala out of the way the Count could easily sway her replacement. This could become more than just a protective assignment.”

“If it comes to that then the Council has full confidence of your abilities. However if that is the case do you feel that your Padawan is capable of protecting the Senator?” Mace watched as you chuckled in your throat, nodding in the affirmative. He well remembered the fondness the boy held for the Senator, but he hoped that both your studious and dutiful natures had worn off on the boy. “Then I can only hope that he will not become easily distracted while you and Kenobi solve this little dilemma. The sooner the better.”

“Of course Master, I wouldn't want you to languish in political turmoil for long.” You laughed seeing him glare at you. “Swear on my oath as a healer, we'll get it done.”

“May the Force be with you Y/n.” Mace pulled the speeder out of the lot catching your waive in the mirror.

You had seen Padme home and began checking the security on the building. Obi Wan and Anakin had arrived and from what you'd heard Ani-man had tripped right over his own feet or tongue as it were. Poor kid, you had trained him for many things but never how to deal with women. Obi Wan had been no help to him whatsoever, focusing more on the mission than their poor apprentice's love sick pride. Well you would have a talk later, give Anakin some much needed advice since Obi Boy was being a right prim dunce.

“Ah I see that I arrived just in time for the evening bicker. What is it this time boys?” Moving to Anakin you gave him a quick hug.

“It would appear that the Senator has convinced your apprentice to aid and abet her in laying a trap, using her as bait.” Obi Wan gave you a pleading look for help.

“Sorry Ani-man I have to side with Obi Wan on this, it's not a safe strategy.” You sighed looking up at your padawan. He was exhausted still and that didn't settle well with you. “Hey you get an A for effort though.”

“It was her idea... No harm will come to her. I can sense everything going on in that room. Trust me.”

Obi Wan heaved another annoyed sigh. “it's too risky and your senses aren't that attuned my young apprentice.”

“And yours are?” Anakin sassed back.

Obi Wan gazed haughtily back, “Possibily.”

“Why is it when he's in trouble Anakin is MY apprentice?” You gave Obi Boy a quiet look, walking over to the Kaf thermos on the table. “Play nice, both of you.”

“You look tired.” Obi Wan observed the boy.

Anakin shrugged, “I don't sleep well anymore.”

“Are you having bad dreams again?” You looked to your fellow Master, who you could tell was probing into the boy's signature.

Obi Wan tilted his head to the side, this was most curious. “Because of your mother?”

Anakin's shoulders hunched, guilt and exhaustion tugging at him. “I don't know why I keep dreaming about her now. I haven't seen her since I was very little.”

“Why didn't you say anything?” Walking over to the young man you wrapped him in a tight hug.

“Didn't want to worry you.” Anakin felt the guilt building within him worse than before. He stepped away fiddling with his hands anxiously. “I'm an adult, I can deal with it.”

“But I could give you something to help you sleep, bring you to the mind healers.” Giving him a raised brow you tugged his braid, “I'm your Master and the Temple crazy lady... It's my job to worry after you. More importantly you're my Ani-man and I care about you.”

“Dreams pass in time Anakin.” Obi Wan came to stand beside the two of you. He often reflected that you were peas in a pod, though Anakin would often dispute that. Both of you were passionate about the ones they cared most for, perhaps he wasn't so different too. “Sometimes pleasant, sometimes not so, but all pass in time.”

“What if they are more than dreams?”

“How so?” you looked at him.

Anakin clenched and un clenched his hands, furrowing his brow. “What if … the Force is trying to tell me something? What if she really is in danger?”

“Most Masters take years to understand such dreams,” Obi Wan contemplated this. It was a unlikely, but not altogether out of the realms of possibility. Anakin had ever been the most exceptional of students, at times challenging both of your own skills and knowledge. More over the thought itself was... frightening. The boy was talented but undisciplined, a volatile mixture when combined with teenage hormones. Even if he was having visions there was no way for them to know if they were true or not.

“Would it put your mind at ease if after this mission one of us tried to contact her?” You offered.

Obi Wan balked at that, “Y/n that's against the rules of the Order, you know this!”

“Technically speaking it's against the rules if Anakin contacts his mother.” You shrugged, refilling your now empty cup. “Nothing says WE can't. Besides this way we put the whole thing to rest, right!”

“You would do that? After we find the people trying to hurt Padme?” Anakin perked up.

Watching Obi Boy's eye twitch at this, you tried a different approach. “Oh come on what could it hurt?”

“Are you asking my permission or simply trying to include me as an accomplice?”

Smirking you scrunched your nose, “Maaaaaybe a little of both.”

Looking at Anakin he sighed, “Very well if it will ease your mind, but not till after the mission.”

“Hopefully you can get some better sleep tonight.” You winked at your Obi Boy mouthing a thank you.

Anakin finally took a seat, the tension in his body easing some. Though his next statement was muttered it was heard well enough. “I'd rather dream of Padme. Just being around her again is intoxicating.”

You promptly snorted Kaf up your nose whilst Obi Wan went onto the offensive.

“Mind your thoughts Anakin, they betray you.” His tone was warning, what followed may or may not have been aimed at all of you. “You've made a commitment to the Jedi Order, one not easily broken. Don't forget she's a politician, they can't be trusted.”

“Personal bias much?”

“This is not about that or us.”

“Okie...”

“Not another lecture master, please.” Anakin rolled his eyes. Really it was like the pot calling the kettle black, Obi Wan telling him whom he could or could not... feel for. “She's not like the others, she's different.”

“Here here!”

“Not helping, you know how he can be.”

“It's been my experience that politicians only focused on whomever supplies their campaigns... Forgetting the niceties of democracy to avail themselves of those funds” Obi Wan rolled his eyes in annoyance at the bureaucracy of the Republic. “And the Chancellor is very clever to follow the passions and prejudices of his senators.”

“Must you egg him on, really?” you glowered at Obi Boy, rolling your eyes.

“I think that the Chancellor is a good man,” Anakin puffed his chest defensively. “My instincts...”

All three of you suddenly felt a jolt in the Force, moving towards the bedroom. “Obi...”

“I sense it too.”

Bursting through the door you found a terrifying sight. Two small poisonous centipedes were poised to strike the sleeping woman on the bed, deadly tongues flickering over their prey. Anakin leapt between Padme and the bugs, slicing them in half with ease. You had grabbed at Padme and pulled her far from the bed and danger. There was a crash from the window, both you and Anakin watched as Obi Wan flew off grasping onto droid that had delivered the bugs. And he called the kid impulsive?

“Karking hells!” Gritting out a curse you stumbled heading to the turbolift.

“Wait here!” Anakin told Padme, scampering at your heals.

Precious minutes passed as you and Anakin tried to track down Obi Wan. Soon enough Anakin, and force help you how he always knew, found the missing man. Having lost his grip Obi Boy was in free fall through the layered air traffic.

“SHIT! DIVE DIVE DIVE!!!!”

Not that you had to say it, the boy was already swooping down and quickly caught the falling man. As Anakin releveled and began pursuit of the fleeing assassin Obi Wan settled onto your lap. “Really Obi Boy in front of our padawan?”

“Not now.”

“Glad you're safe.”

Obi Wan glared at the two, “What took you so long?”

Anakin smiled, “Oh you know Master, first I couldn't find a speeder I liked with an open top... the right engine specs... and I had to find a color that Master Y/n would like.”

Obi Wan sighed as you squeezed his waist. “If you spent as much time honing your saber skills as you do your witt you might rival Master Yoda as a swordsman.”

“I thought I already did?” Anakin grinned as Obi Wan rolled his eyes.

“Only in your mind, my very young apprentice.”

“Can we save this for later, we got an asshole to catch!” You hollered from behind Obi Wan's back.

Maker save all of you from Anakin's driving. Between the speeder chase, crash, and further foot pursuit into a bar, this was turning into quite the assignment. Actually what it was turning into was quite the migraine from all of the paperwork you were inevitably going to have to do. You could hear Master Windu yelling at you now.

Obi Wan was mid lecture about Anakin loosing his saber, again, when you finally rolled your eyes parting the two and walked into the bar. You heard the huff from Anakin at you departure, “Where is she going?”

Obi Wan shook his head and followed your cue, “To get a drink.”

Anakin stalked the perimeter of the bar, listening and tuning into the Force as it flowed around him. He could feel the spikes of excitement from the gamblers in the corner over their winnings. The way that the people dancing and laughing sent little ripples that matched the beat of the music. Then there were the lustful couples hiding in the corners, those spikes in the current around him never helped his already turbulent mind. Though over the years he had learned how to tune out and filter the signatures around him, Anakin still felt at times that he was caught in the undertow of the greater Force itself.

Truthfully he understood that his weariness came out as petulance and he hated how it made him look in the eyes of his Masters and the other Jedi. Anakin felt too old to be around those his age and too young to be around the knights, so who was he to talk too? Glitch was working full time and there were some things that he just couldn't ask you.

Not that either of you were less than supportive, Anakin just felt that he was failing the Councils expectations and by default made the two of you look bad. To add another burden onto your shoulders was unconscionable in his eyes, he was the chosen one he would figure it out. Now if he could only find where this killer was hiding.

“You really should talk to him. Of all people you understand what it's like at that age and feeling things...”

Obi Wan threw back his drink wincing, “And of all people you should understand the risk of reopening old wounds. It's an infatuation and will pass with time.”

You gave him a noncommittal shrug, knowing that there were feelings between the two young people, even if they did not know it yet. Truthfully over the years you had come to a firm conclusion regarding your Padawan. Anakin, like you, was not a cut to mold Jedi and much like yourself was not meant to stay in the gilded cage of the Temple. And while he was gifted and kind he was also overly pressured and impatient.

Maybe he would be better assigned off world where he could stretch a little. On the other hand if you were to suggest such a thing the young man might construe the good intention for banishment, such was his anxiety. Overhearing Obi Wan life coach a dealer into rethinking his life was a good laugh and a much needed break from your thoughts. Giving him a smirk you couldn't help to comment, “So you'll advise him, but not the kid?”

“Alright I will talk to him, would that please you wee pain.” He sighed.

“Very much, thank you.”

Zam Wessel had been in the Bounty Hunters Guild long enough to know Fett's reputation. If she didn't take care of the Jedi complication then the law would be the least of her troubles. Moving as nexu upon her prey she slid closer in range to the two robed figures at the bar. She wanted to be closer, no chance of missing... Like fish in a barrel.

Anakin quickened his step feeling a dark pull within the Force. Danger was here...

Zam smirked pulling her blaster from its holster, holding the weapon lightly. Just a bit closer...

Anakin turned his head searching the room. He could feel the assassin, their blood lust and over confidence.

“Shouldn't have interfered today Jedi,” Zam muttered as she prepared to fire.

Quicker than lightning Obi Wan turned, slicing through the killer's arm. You dropped and removed any remaining weapons and quickly placed a bandage. The being before you may be an assassin but that didn't warrant an immediate death, you still needed information. Anakin ran crowd interference while you and Obi Wan carried her out of the bar. Once outside you lay the wounded being on the ground.

“Do you know who it was you were trying to kill?”

Zam looked at the male knight with disdain, spitting out their answer. “The Senator from Naboo.”

“We should get her to a hospital,” you murmured.

“Won't matter.” She bit back.

Obi Wan pressed further, “Who hired you.”

Anakin was trying to remain calm, but he could still feel something lurking within the Force. “Tell us, we can help you.”

“It was just a job.”

“Was it worth your arm?” Quirking a brow at the being you were already listing the procedures in your head. Call the trauma surgeon, alert the lab, burn team....

“Doesn't matter, the Senator will be dead soon anyway.” Zam winced in pain, “The next one won't make the same mistake...”

“Dank Ferrik!” On the rooftop above, watching the scene stood an enraged hunter. It had been a simple assignment and still this laandur karked it straight to hell. Fett gritted his teeth, “Time to clean up the mess.”

“Who hired you, tell us...” Anakin could feel the dark danger in the Force gathering closer, ready to strike. This hunter had tried to kill an innocent woman, a peaceful beautiful woman who would never harm another soul. His patience was at an end, temper snapping the more he thought of Padme even being hurt much less killed. Anakin wanted an answer, “TELL US NOW!”

“Anakin!” Glowering at your Padawan you studied him. Brow knit and shoulders set in tension he looked like a scared tooka striking at whatever came near. Looking at the injured being you put on your best business face, “I don't think you want to upset him further, could be a long wait for an ambulance...”

“It was a Bounty Hunter ca..” Zam's words ended as a dart pierced her neck.

Obi Wan and Anakin glanced to the area above, sighting a dark figure flying from one of the rooftops. Obi Wan's attention was brought back down to you holding the convulsing figure. “Wee one?”

No no no no! You tried to heal them... tried to isolate the poison in the dart, but it was too quick. The changelings head shook convulsing from whatever the toxin was, then at last their entire body went stiff. Carefully reaching for the dart you studied it before passing it to Obi Boy. Sighing heavily you looked at the two men, “I'll call it in.”

“Toxic dart...” Obi Wan pursed his lips looking back at the roofs above. Whomever had hired this hunter wasn't taking any chances. He watched as Anakin dipped his head in defeat. “Come we still have a Senator to protect.”

The men went back to the suites and continued their watch, you on the other hand were now at the coroners office, elbow deep in the changeling's chest. The cause of death was assuredly from the dart, a neurotoxic substance that locked the cellular cross bridging gates. Quite simply their muscles seized and never relaxed again. It was hard to identify from blood work alone, the damage to the organs was what confirmed the diagnosis. Looking at your colleague you saw that he was of a similar mind. “Sarinysium...”

“Kriff I thought they outlawed that shit?” Arlo looked at you with worry in his eye. “You should get checked for exposure since you handled the body and dart.”

“I was vaccinated against it, most Jedi are.” Snapping your gloves off you headed for the decontamination area none the less for a shower and change. You called you Master even though it was four in the morning. your leg bounced under your desk, fingers trying to rub away the migraine developing. Hearing his grumbling voice on the comm normally was a comfort when you were adrift in your own thoughts, but not today.

“Y/n, unless somebody has died you should know better than to call at this hour.” There was no real mallace in his voice. Rolling over Mace turned on the light then paused as he realized that you hadn't said anything yet.

“Y/n?”

“We have a problem...”

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