#Anakin releasing his darkside

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No Memories, Just Vibes

There is a part of the Jedi Apprentice series that has sparked two different ideas, of which this is the first. 

Early in one of the books, before Obi Wan is taken as a padawan, Qui Gon Jinn witnesses a duel between him and another initiate. Qui Gon perceives that these two pre teens (if I remember correctly, Obi Wan is a few weeks away from turning 13 and Bruck Chun was a few months to a year younger) are too angry and tells Obi Wan that he is destined to fall, that training Obi Wan would be a waste of time. 

As traumatizing as this speech is, when we take into account Obi Wan’s entire story it is also, objectively, the single most hilarious thing that Qui Gon Jinn could say to Obi Wan Kenobi. 

From this Two ideas were born. 

IDEA 1

The first is that as soon as Qui Gon tell Obi Wan that he is destined to fall, the Force drops post Death Star Qui Gon into current time Qui Gon’s head. Except there are no memories, just vibes.  So between one moment and the next Qui Gon goes from ‘I will not teach you. Get away from me’ to ‘this is my baby padawan, my little boy! Isn’t he precious?’.

And the Masters watching, particularly those responsible for assigning the Master/Padawan pairs, go ‘we were going to let you take the baby, until just now. Now we need do a psych eval’

And Obi Wan (twelve years old) is a mix of emotions that he is not sure there is a word for.  Ten minutes ago he was hopeful that Qui Gon Jinn would take him as a padawan. Three minutes ago the same master shattered that hope and left him devastated. Now the Master who devastated him is now hugging him and babbling about a padawan braid and how Obi Wan is his son.

Nothing makes sense.

Eventually, after innumerable medical and psychological tests, Qui Gon is allowed to take Obi Wan as a Padawan. At some point, during the evaluations, Qui Gon comes to two ‘realizations’ (based on nothing but vibes). The first is that he decides that Obi Wan must be the chosen one, but Qui Gon cannot tell anyone, believing that Qui Gon would not be allowed to teach him (left over vibes from the High council not letting him take Anakin as a Padawan) and to not put excess pressure on the baby. He also decides that Obi Wan’s goodness (the vibe that Obi Wan is incapable of falling) is just what is needed to bring Xanatos back to the light. 

It should be noted that Qui Gon communicates this plan poorly to Obi Wan, who perceives that Qui Gon took him on to be bait for Qui Gon’s fallen former padawan.  Obi Wan, though lacking in much of the trauma that we associate with him, is fairly fatalistic and just shrugs, thinking ‘well, this might as well happen’.

As soon as Qui Gon is released from medical, he takes himself and his shiny new padawan haring across the galaxy looking for Xanatos.  It takes long enough to find him that Feemor hears about what is going on and, out of concern for the child involved, goes to find them. When he arrives Qui Gon is waving Obi Wan at Xanatos going ‘I got you a baby brother.’

Feemor, somehow both too young and too old for this shit, goes ‘For Kriffs sake, Qui Gon’ and briefly steals Obi Wan. 

At some point Obi Wan and Xanatos bond enough that the next time that Xanatos tells Qui Gon that Xan is going to kill him, Obi Wan pipes up saying that Qui Gon was the only master ho would take him and Obi wan really wants to be a Jedi.

Xanatos now has a new mission, to find a new Master for his little brother, so he can go back to trying to murder Qui Gon. (For handwavy reasons, we’ll call it the repudiation, Feemor is not allowed to take Obi Wan as a Padawan-Xanaots asked). 

So now we have the weirdest chase in history. Qui Gon is vibing and chasing Xanatos. Xantos is leading Qui Gon on a chase and looking for another Jedi Master without getting skewered (because of the darksider thing). Obi Wan is being dragged along with Qui Gon, hoping that he gets to learn something about being a jedi before he is killed? He is not even sure. Feemor is following Qui Gon and Obi Wan, occasionally confiscating Obi Wan, because he is not sure anyone should be exposed to this much Qui Gon over any length of time. 

They are also utterly ignoring both the senate and the Jedi council. Well Feemor and Qui Gon are ignoring the Jedi Council and the Senate. Xanatos, since he is not part of the Jedi Order any longer, is not bound to either.  Obi Wan is actually filling out the required reports to the best of his abilities but the information boils down to ‘We continue to ignore the assigned mission, I am thirteen (having had a birthday in the interim) and cannot change that. Feemor is quite kind when he abducts me.’

You may or may not have guessed but this clusterfuck lands on Galidraan.  Just before the fighting between Jango Fett’s True Mandalorians and Dooku’s Jedi is due to erupt.  Qui Gon wanders through the tense standoff, stops and with no context whatsoever goes ‘Oh, everyone here is being tricked’. With him is thirteen year old Obi Wan, a tiny child.  Xanatos, who beat them to the planet by about an hour strides dramatically as fuck from the other side of the potential battlefield shouting out ‘Qui Gon Jinn, you ass…’ before clocking the Jedi and going ‘Jedi’.

Feemor also lands and exits his ship from yet another direction, already looking like he had a headache, going ‘Qui Gon, what he Kriff’. 

Now the tense standoff between the Madalorians and the Jedi is derailed as everyone involved goes from violent rage to baffled rage. Also everyone recognizes that there is now a kid on the battlefield and no one wants to be the one to fight a tiny child. This does eventually defuse things enough that contacts can be exchanged and everyone gets to realize that the governor is the asshole.

Qui Gon refuses to elaborate (and frankly is unable to elaborate, he has no information only vibes) on the ‘Everyone is being tricked’ thing. Or what he meant when he wandered up to Jango Fett, peered at him, and told him ‘You’re not the right one, but I won’t hold it against you’ (what Qui Gon means, even if he doesn’t realize it, is that Jango is not Cody).  At some point or another during the time that they are figuring this out, everyone in the combined party of Jedi/Darksiders/Mandalorians/Other says ‘For Kriffs sake, Qui Gon’ (This includes two Deathwatch prisoners captured during the campaign).

Throughout this Xanatos keeps trying to corner other Jedi to get them to take on Obi Wan, except he is also not great at communicating his intentions, so it is perceived that he is trying to get rid of Obi Wan so that he can have Qui Gon to himself.  No one is willing to question any further, though most are a little freaked out. 

IDEA 2

The second idea is not quite as detailed. It’s a Read/Watch the series.  Again we start from Qui Gon telling Obi Wan that he is destined to fall. The Force pulls everyone (initiates, knights, Masters, and the Council members) in the area outside of time where they watch the Movies and shows (Starting with TPM and watching in chronological Order: The prequels, The Clone Wars, Kenobi, the OT) with a focus on Obi Wan Kenobi.  

So everyone gets to go ‘Oh, Obi Wan is actually awesome’. Except of course for Obi Wan, who nearly has a breakdown believing that this is proof that he should not be a Jedi knight (somehow convinced that the Purge/Order 66 is actually his own fault). 

So now Obi Wan has a plethora of Masters who want to train him (including Qui Gon, who again believes that Obi Wan must be the Chosen One) , additional trauma of survivor's guilt before the events that he survived, and a shiny new appointment with the mind healers. He also has the admiration of the initiates that had previously bullied him. 

The Jedi council is able to piece together enough information on the Sith to try and change things, with varying results.

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will i am rotating an obikin orpheus and eurydice au in my brain like SO HARD its part flashbacks to good moments, part negotiating with palps (who is taking on the role of hades) to release anakin from his clutches/the darkside/death itself, part the walk back to the real world, not being able to feel each other in the bond they have, obi-wan resolutely not turning around, not afraid despite the world around them raging until the very end and the heartbreak of watching him fall again at the end

painful, anon!! obi-wan losing anakin AGAIN despite the intensity of his devotion?? what a worthy echo of the original tragedy of their stories. obi-wan's love is not enough to bring anakin back, his love actually is part of the problem, while in canon he was willfully blind, in this AU he couldn't help but look.

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Part Forty

As you stare at Tayah’s sickly yellow eyes, you feel the entire universe collapsing around you. Anakin is silent at your side, and you feel his discomfort rising. He’s just lost his padawan, and now you’re being given an offer to save someone close to you, bring them back to the light.

“I can go wait outside,” Anakin offers.

“I would prefer to keep you where I can see you,” Dooku replies, his eyes briefly leaving you to glance at the Jedi Knight. “I am sure you have a lot of internal conflict, but I advise you to make your choice quickly.”

“I-” you start, but then you bite your tongue, unable to speak the words. You stare at Tayah, noticing how helpless and desperate she looks. It’s as though even through the curse she’s pleading for you to help her. You glance at Anakin for help, and you already know what he’s thinking. You want to shake your head, knowing that his idea won’t work. But it’s at least worth a shot, right? “I’ll give myself up,” you say, “but release her curse first.”

“Now now, young one,” Dooku says while shaking his head, “I know better than to trust you deceitful Jedi.”

“I’ll prove my surrender,” you say before unclipping your lightsaber and using the force to pass it to him. He takes hold of it and examines it, a smirk residing on his lips.

“This will make a fine addition to Grievous’s collection,” he says before clipping it somewhere under his cloak. Next, you walk over to stand in front of him, and he motions for Tayah to get up and join you. She glares at you the entire time, eyes filled with the look of murder. “Tayah, you are now released from the sith curse,” he says while waving a hand above her head. You wait, hoping for something to happen, although you know it won’t. This has been pointless, you can’t take the sith curse away from someone. They have to give up the darkside themselves.

Tayah blinks a few times, confusion swirling in her eyes before she looks up at Dooku. “Master? What curse?”

A low, slow chuckle begins deep inside Dooku’s chest, and before you can get yourself back to your senses, his hand is around your neck and your back is pressed against his chest. He’s just barely choking you, and his lightsaber is held just millimeters from your throat. “You foolish Jedi,” he says in a humored tone, “you know there is no such thing as a curse to turn someone to the darkside.”

“It was worth a shot,” Anakin counters, igniting his own lightsaber. Dooku’s saber gets closer to you, and you stare at Anakin with wide eyes.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Dooku says, and you feel his hand loosen on your throat as he moves it to the back of your neck. You tense up, but then his arm is sticking out to the side. “Tayah, shall we show these Jedi all that you have accomplished so far?”

You feel your blood drain as you realize what’s about to happen. You want to scream, but all sound refuses to come out. When she steps forward, she ignites your lightsaber, and the green glow contrasts greatly with her orange skin and yellow eyes. You can remember the first time you’d shown her your lightsaber, how her eyes were silver like Kwol’s back then. 

“You don’t have to do this, Tayah,” Anakin says, holding his hand out, “you can come back with us. We can save you.”

“Don’t listen to his lies, Tayah,” Dooku counters, “remember how they abandoned you. How they never went searching for you.”

“We did all that we could, Tayah,” Anakin says, shaking his head, “we never gave up on you.”

“Why isn’t she talking,” Tayah questions slowly and quietly, her head turning to look at you briefly before refocusing on Anakin. “She’s the one who let me get taken.”

“I’m so sorry, Tayah,” you finally speak, “I tried, I did all I could, but when they jumped to hyperspace…We had no idea where they took you.”

“Why didn’t you use the force? You always told me about how you could use it to feel where people are.”

“It’s not that simple,” you counter. 

“Yes it is!” she screams, grip tightening on her lightsaber.

“I promise I would have come to you if I was able to!” you plead back, hoping to calm her down.

Dooku’s arm tightens around you, and you resist the urge to struggle in his grasp. “Quiet down, young Num,” he says quietly, “let’s watch this first.” His hand comes up and covers your mouth, and if it weren’t for the gloves on his hands, you would have tried to bite him. “Begin, Tayah.”

With that simple command, Tayah launches herself forward, a growl coming from her as she moves toward Anakin. In defense, he quickly grabs his own lightsaber and ignites it to block her strike. She’s small and quick, but Anakin is still more skilled than her. You watch in horror, unable to say or do anything while trapped in Dooku’s arms.

“This isn’t you,” Anakin says as he backs away from a slash, “you don’t have to give your life away, Tayah!”

“You don���t know me,” she growls back, and when their sabers clash together, something clicks in you. 

You take a deep breath through your mouth before you clamp your teeth down on Dooku’s covered palm, at the same time stomping on his foot. His grip loosens just enough for you to slip an arm backwards and grab one of his sabers. You ignite it just as he moves away from you, narrowly avoiding getting cut by it. He ignites the saber he still has and you lunge forward to clash with him. 

“No matter what you do, she is already too far gone,” Dooku states as he swings at you. You bend back just in time and swing towards him, which he again dodges.

“You don’t know that!” you shout as you shift into a better stance, “you’ve never tried to bring someone back!”

“You’re right,” he says, “but I tried to fight the urge myself. I tried to fight for your father’s sake, but it didn’t work.”

“Tayah isn’t you, she has family that loves her. Family that wants her back! She won’t be alone!”

“And you think that I would have been alone if I had reached out?” Dooku questions. “What about your father? Don’t you think that he would try to help his former master?”

“I didn’t know my father well,” you start, “but from what I’ve heard about him from others, he would have done anything to bring his master back to the light side.”

“That is the problem with you Jedi,” Dooku says before his eyes flash yellow. He thrusts his hand out, and you can’t dodge the force lightning that strikes your body. “You believe that everyone can be saved, when in fact, not many can be. Myself and Tayah included. You end up slaughtering more people than you save because you are blinded by pointless optimism.”

You scream as you writhe on the ground, and the shouts from Anakin are barely heard by you. You don’t see when Anakin gets angry, but in a matter of moments he’s slashing his saber toward Dooku and you are relieved of the force lightning. 

“Look at you! A Jedi flinging an innocent child to the ground!” Dooku’s words make you roll your head to the side and look for Tayah, and the sight of her crumbled on the ground spurs you into action. You reach out and pull a lightsaber towards you before pushing yourself off the ground and running to her. 

“Y/n, I need your help!” Anakin yells, and you pause, halfway between him and Tayah. She still hasn’t moved, but you can feel her life force. She’s not dead, but she might be injured. “We can help her after we escape!” Anakin shouts, and you give a silent apology to Tayah for abandoning her again, and you turn and run back toward the dueling pair. 

“Finally, a challenge,” Dooku sneers. “Fighting the daughter of my former padawan, and the padawan of his padawan. I can see him in both of you, but that is your weakness.”

You ignore his words and instead focus on blocking the swing of his saber. The force of his attack nearly knocks you down. It surprises you that an old man like him can be so strong, but then again, Yoda is one of the strongest Jedi you know, and he’s ancient.

“If only Obi Wan were here, that would be much more interesting of a fight,” Anakin jokes, but you just roll your eyes before rolling forward and trying to catch Dooku off guard. He jumps out of the way though, and you barely push yourself across the ground in time to avoid his strike. 

“Perhaps I overestimated you,” Dooku comments as you stand back up, “I should have known that just because Qui-Gon was your father, that wouldn’t inherently give you skill. I knew Codo was a weak Jedi, it’s a shame that your potential was ruined by him.”

You feel a rush of anger run through you, and you begin acting with less control. How can Dooku stand here and spew hatred about those that once loved him? Those who were once his allies, comrades? People he had spent a majority of his life with, training and becoming closer with the force?

“Codo is far from weak,” you spew out, “he is one of the strongest Jedi I know!”

“He’s a delusional man who believes that he can follow a life of passivity. He ignores the war raging across the galaxy to keep his own conscience clean.” Dooku raises his sabers and swings at both you and Anakin at once, and the power of each shows just how strong he really is. You wonder if it’s purely his skill and strength, or if the dark side is aiding him as well.

“You’re wrong if you think that makes him weak,” you fire back while swinging at him. Your blade nearly clips him, but he moves out of the way just in time, dodging both you and Anakin. “It takes great strength to choose passivity in a time like this!” 

“Passivity won’t bring the suffering to an end,” he counters, knocking you back and taking the opportunity to focus on Anakin. As you regain your balance, something coming from behind you feels strange. Your body seems to act on instinct, moving on its own. Anakin glances over to you in a free moment and you see his eyes go wide before he yells at you.

“Behind you!” 

You don’t hear the words, but you see them play on his lips. You turn as if someone is controlling you, slashing your lightsaber back before you even look to see what’s–or who is there. You don’t need to, though, as you already know the presence there. Your eyes only take in her face the moment her life leaves her body. It’s like you’re watching everything in slow motion, but you can’t make it stop.

You feel your lightsaber cut through her neck, swiftly and effortlessly. You didn’t even hear any screams of pain, only the rage that had slipped from her as she ran toward you. Nor had you noticed Dooku tossing one of his sabers, which now rests at your feet, having slipped from her grasp as her body fell to the ground. Her head rolled to the side, the tips of her lekku cut and singed from your lightsaber.

You don’t even think about your next moves, you just act. Rage flows through your body, and your vision seems to go red. You feel the saliva flying out of your mouth as you scream in anger. Dooku’s name rings from your lungs as you act with more power than you’ve ever felt before. 

It doesn’t register in your mind as Anakin backs off, nor do you notice the utter fear in his eyes as he watches you. You just swing, jab, slash, like there’s nothing else to life. Dooku’s face is contorted in an evil grin, and distantly you hear his chuckling. The noise spurs you on more, and you feel hot tears streaming down your face.

“You killed her!” you seethe out, the words barely more than snarls. Dooku stops chuckling then, and his face changes to one of pure hatred.

“I did not kill young Tayah,” he replies calmly. He pulls his saber back as you jump forward again, and he reaches his spare hand out as he finishes his sentence. “You, y/n Jinn, killed Tayah Caree with your own lightsaber, without a single thought against it.” You’re thrown back into the wall, all of your breath knocked from you by the force of the impact. Crumbling to the ground, you lay there, and in your mind you debate whether or not you should fight unconsciousness. You decide not to, as you don’t want to see the destruction you caused.

“Y/n, you have to tell them something.” Anakin is turned to face you as the ship flies through hyperspace. You’re staring out the viewport, trying to keep your mind off of the sight of Tayah’s headless body.

“Why? She was given to the Jedi Order, her family has had no contact with her or Ringo since. Nobody else is told when their children die, so why would I tell Ahni and Kwol?”

“Because they’re your friends, and Tayah was under your responsibility-”

“No, she was not under my responsibility,” you snap, turning in your seat to glare at him. “I have never been involved with the younglings except for a few lessons here and there. I do not take responsibility for her or for her life, or death for that matter.”

“But you’re the one who brought her here.” When you don’t answer, Anakin stares at you as if you’re crazy, but you stand your ground and don’t back down. “So you’re just going to burn her like any other Jedi? Not tell her family and just let her be dead? What about Ringo?”

“Ringo has likely felt the death of his sister through the force. There is no need to tell him, it’ll only distract him from his training.” Anakin shakes his head and looks away, and you turn back to the viewport. Is it really all that wrong to do this? It would keep so many people from hurting, and only you would bear the weight of knowing how she died. Well, you’ll probably tell Jawa Squad, they’ll know right away that something is up. 

“Num is an interesting name,” Anakin comments, and you can tell he’s trying to lighten up the conversation, but it does the opposite.

“My only biological family other than my daughter is dead, and I only found out who I was supposed to be when it was too late. It’s not interesting, it’s utterly devastating.”

A deep sigh comes from him as he slumps in his seat, but he sits up again and turns to you. “You’re not the only one whose mother is dead you know.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you counter, “I didn’t realize that never having even known my mother was comparable to someone who got to spend most of his childhood with his.”

“I’m not comparing our tragedies,” he says, “I’m just saying that I know how it feels to not have a mother.”

“I’ve never had any sort of motherly figure to love me, at least you got some time with one.”

“Maybe that’s worse, because I know what I’ve lost, whereas you never knew her and don’t know who she was or what she could have been for you.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, “but I am a mother now, and with me being a Jedi, Echoa could have to grow up without me if something goes wrong. And Ahni is a mother who had to give up both of her children. We all have different pains, but that doesn’t mean one is greater than the others. From now on, just don’t mention that name.”

“Are you sure? What if we could look for some information about-”

“No,” you say, cutting him off, “I know everything I need to know. The more I find out, the more lost I’ll feel.”

“I understand,” Anakin replies as the ship leaves hyperspace. Coruscant glows below you, and for the first time it doesn’t feel like you’re returning home, it feels like you’re going to a cage. You feel like you’re even more lost than before, and nearly ask Anakin to turn around, but you know you can’t. You have to face the truth sooner or later, and you have to tell the Council what happened. You have to burn Tayah’s body in a proper Jedi funeral, but you know you won’t tell anyone who really cared for her. It’s better this way, you keep telling yourself. It’s better that they just move on, not knowing what happened to her, as at least they can still hope that she’s alive and well.

As he lands the ship, your mind jumps to Codo. You feel the color drain from your face as you imagine having to tell him what happened, what you have done. Is it possible that he can still love you the way he always has if you tell him you murdered your best friends’ child? Will he understand that it was out of instinct and to protect yourself? Or will he merely see it as you killing an innocent child who had needed your help to bring her back to the light?

Your mind then wanders to what Dooku had said about Codo and his passivity. Did he have a point?

“Y/n, it’s going to be okay.” Anakin’s hand rests on your arm as you pull yourself from your spiraling thoughts. You stop the trembling in your hands and take a deep breath. “I…I wish I knew what exactly to say, but I was there, so I know. I understand why it happened. I’ll be here if you need anything at all. Okay?”

“Okay,” you sigh, and he holds out his hand for you to take. You gently do, and he gives you a soft smile before pulling you in for a hug. Tears begin to well up in your eyes and before you can stop them, they spill down your cheeks. Anakin holds you tighter and you grip onto his shirt harder. “Why…why is it always me who suffers? Why do I always lose everyone?”

“I don’t know, y/n,” he replies, his hand rubbing at your shoulders, “I wish I could protect you more, you don’t deserve this.”

“Maybe I was just born cursed,” you sniffle, pushing back slightly to look up at him. “Do I look cursed?” He seems to be taken aback by your words as his eyes go wide and his mouth drops open. His expression quickly changes to one of sympathy as he shakes his head.

“No,” he starts, brushing his hand along your cheek. “You look like a strong Jedi master, a legendary queen, a ruthless and powerful warrior. You look like…” He trails off his words, confliction seeping into his eyes.

You shake your head, knowing why he had stopped. Who are you really? Y/n Monako? Y/n Jinn? Can you possibly be Y/n Num? “Thank you, Anakin,” you reply, wiping your tears from your face.

“I’m always here for you,” he repeats. As you close your eyes and take a steadying breath, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I wish we could have grown up together. Maybe we would have been able to save each other.”

“I think we were both always destined to be this way,” you whisper, “but I will always love you as a brother.”

“And you’ll always be my little sister.”

You push back from him then, your mood suddenly changing. “Hold on, Skywalker. I'm the older sibling here.”

“But I’m taller,” he counters, “taller always means older.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“It’s just sad if someone is the older sibling and they’re shorter than their younger one.”

“Oh shut it. If anything, I’m the older one because I’m smarter than you.”

Anakin gasps and holds a hand to his chest, his face plastered with offense. “You are not smarter than me!”

“Bantha shit I’m not!”

“Prove it then!”

“What’s twelve plus five?”

“That’s not fair! You know I can’t do math!”

“Hence why I’m smarter than you!”

He huffs and folds his arms, eyes narrowing at you. “No, I don’t accept that. What’s the name of the system Felucia is in?”

“Well, its direct system is the Felucia system, but it is also a part of the bigger Outer Rim system,” you respond, folding your arms to mock him. He just huffs again and rolls his eyes, mumbling to himself as he grabs his cloak. You smirk triumphantly, but it doesn’t last long as you realize that now you have to take Tayah’s body to the funeral pyre. 

“Do you want me to come with you?” Anakin asks, but you shake your head no.

“I think it’s best I do this alone,” you reply before adding “maybe I’ll have Codo there since he worked with her the most.”

“You still set on not telling her family?”

“Yes. I don’t need to deal with that right now. Maybe I’ll make the time for it in the future,” you say before using the force to lift up her body. You walk past him as you leave the ship, and for once you’re not greeted by your troopers in the hangar. You hadn’t commed them to let them know you were returning, and they might be getting worried by now, but you have something important to do.

“I’ll see you around then, y/n,” Anakin says before turning away and walking toward the elevators. You sigh and raise your wrist up, comming Codo to ask him to meet you in the funeral room. You then comm Jawa Squad to let them know that you’re safe and back on Coruscant, but it’ll be a little while before they can see you.

~~~

When the door to the funeral room opens, Codo comes in quietly, followed by a small figure. At first you assume it’s Yoda, for obvious reasons, but then you realize it’s exactly who you didn’t want to be here. Ringo shuffles around to stand at Codo’s side, and you can already tell he knows about Tayah.

“Auntie y/n…?” he says quietly, “is that…Tayah?”

You glance from him to Codo, letting out a sigh before nodding. “Yes, it is. She…there was an accident. We tried to save her, but she was too far lost. I’m sorry, Ringo.”

“It’s okay,” he replies while looking down. “I felt her come to me after she died. She said she’d always be here for me. And with me. Master Daawa said it’s a force connection between us since we were twins.”

“I knew something had happened, I felt it as well. There was a disturbance when she left us,” Codo explains. “Is there anyone else who is coming to say goodbye to her?”

“No,” you say, “there’s no one else who needs to be here.”

“What about-”

“No.” You cut Ringo off swiftly, knowing what he had been about to ask. “They already said their goodbyes to you guys when you came here. I’m sorry, but they can’t be here. This is a sacred Jedi ritual, outsiders cannot observe it.” Ringo just nods and steps forward, reaching out to pull back the cloth covering Tayah’s body. “Don’t,” you say, quickly reaching out and moving his hand away. “It’s better if you don’t.”

“But…” Ringo trails off before looking pleadingly at Codo, who then looks at you.

“Are you sure he can’t see her? To give a proper goodbye?”

You take a breath before motioning for Codo to come over to you, wanting to whisper to him instead of speaking aloud. “She was…decapitated…” you say, “I don’t think it would be a good idea for him to see her like that.”

“I think it would help him to move on.”

“But it’ll be traumatizing.”

Codo thinks for a moment, looking back to Ringo who was patiently standing off to the side. “He’ll be fine. He’s strong enough, I can feel it, and I’ve seen it within him.”

“Fine,” you sigh, “but if he has a bad reaction, you’re the one responsible for helping him get through it.” You move back then, looking at Ringo. “You can look at her, but just know that it might not be what you want to see.”

“Okay,” Ringo says. He hesitantly steps forward, taking a moment before reaching up and pulling back the cloth. His face barely changes, and you see it flicker in his eyes for only a moment, but then he goes back to neutral. You realize he has better control over his feelings and emotions than you thought, especially because he is so young. “How did it happen?”

You bite your tongue, shaking your head. “I’d rather not talk about it. It just happened today. I need time to process it.”

“Okay. It probably won’t help to know. The energy just feels so…familiar around her. Like I know the person who did it…”

You take a deep breath and look up to the ceiling. Your emotions are pushing the limits of your control, but you make yourself calm down and proceed with the funeral. You can feel Codo’s eyes on you, questioning what is off about you, but you ignore it and focus on making sure everything goes to plan. 

It’s a bit rushed, and definitely not clean, but it gets the job done. It doesn’t matter to you, not really. She’s already gone, and nothing can bring her back. The funeral was the best way to get her close to the Force, and that is your only goal. The only Jedi funeral you’d seen before was your fathers, and you weren’t the one leading it. You didn’t have time to learn how to do it properly, though, as you wanted to get this out of the way and move on. But with the end of the funeral comes the questioning from Codo.

“Are you alright to walk back to the dormitories yourself, Ringo?” Codo asks, and you immediately perk up and shake your head.

“I think you should take him, I need to catch up with the Jawa boys.”

“I know there is a lot on your mind, y/n. I would rather hear it now and help you than let it fester. Besides, Ringo is alright to go alone.”

“I think you should talk to him,” Ringo agrees, “I can sense your feelings as well.”

Strong with the force, while his sister was weak, you think to yourself. You watch Codo nod before Ringo leaves the room, and you follow shortly after, waiting for Codo to speak first. The air is tense between the two of you, and you can feel him walking further away from you than normal. You know why, he can probably sense it, but you don’t know if he’s strong enough to ask it.

“What happened?” Codo finally asks, and you stop walking to address him.

You meet his eyes, making sure you’re holding eye contact before you speak. You stare in a way that holds him there, daring him to look away from you and your truth. “I killed her. I had zero thoughts about it. She was running up behind me, I sensed the danger, I swung my saber back and severed her head.”

Codo shakes his head, still looking at you. “My child…this is not how I trained you.”

“You trained me–no, you raised me–to take care of myself. To sense danger and act on it. To not let myself become the victim.”

“That was not my teaching, that was your Dohbarian military training.” He shakes his head again, looking down now. “They trained you to kill, but I trained you to defend. I trained you to practice peace, they trained you to practice war.”

“Peace can’t be gained without war,” you snap back, anger now boiling through you. “I’m sorry that my people, my culture, turned me into a murderer. I’m sorry I can’t just turn my back on reality like you do! I’m sorry that I have the courage to fight for what’s right, and not just sit in my room and meditate for peace!” Your words get louder with each sentence, and you feel the tears welling in your eyes, but you don’t stop. You can’t stop. You don’t want to. “I’m sorry I’m actually trying to make a difference in this galaxy, that I’m out there risking my life to save people, while you’re sitting here in your peace and safety, watching the drama play out with a karking bag of mantell mix! I’m sorry I’m not a weak, incompetent, old man who can’t bother to actually do something to help end this war!”

You don’t linger around to see his response. You don’t even think he would’ve had one. You’ve never blown up on Codo before, but you’re an adult now. You have the right to defend yourself, especially if he’s disrespecting you and your people. The only thing you didn’t mention, but probably fed into, is the lingering thrill of acting emotionally. 

When you fought Dooku after killing Tayah, you had let go. You let everything out, and you had the intention of trying to kill him, even though you knew you couldn’t. And when you blew up on Codo, you had done so with the intent of severing your ties with him, of showing him where the two of you stand in relation to each other. You wanted to show him his wavering importance in your life, and the increasing importance of following your instincts.

The silence in the room rings loud in your ears as Sans, Hex, Steele, and Aid wait for you to talk. You pour them cups of caf and add everything each one of them likes. It still surprises you that you can remember each of their ‘orders’, and manage to slip in a little surprise each time to watch their eyes light up. It doesn’t happen today, though.

“I found out what my mothers name was, and a bit about her,” you say, taking a sip from your own mug. “Well, just that she was a servant at Castle Serreno before she and her brother died.”

“You had an uncle?” Steele questions, his expression softening as he looked down. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

“His name was Estiv, and my mother’s Estia. Num was their last name—what I should have been named.”

“You wouldn’t have taken Jinn from your father?” Sans asks, and you shake your head no.

“If he wasn’t there to raise me with my mother, then I wouldn’t have acknowledged him until I came here. Although I suppose it would have been up to my mother what my name was, at least until I got older.”

Hex takes a drink before setting his mug down, letting Steele fiddle with a string on his undersuit’s sleeve. “I’d argue, respectfully and with my best understanding of your situation and life, that not growing up with your mother, or at least until you would have been brought here, was better than the life you could’ve had if that stuff had happened.” 

You look at him with a questioning look, curious as to what he means. “You wouldn’t be the same person as the y/n we know today. You likely wouldn’t have been as strong or smart. You understand your troopers better than all other Jedi generals because you grew up in a culture that emphasized military experience. You’re a kriffing queen for maker’s sake! You could put any of these other Jedi in their place. Hells, you could get the senate or that damned Palpa-piss to sit down and shut up. You are the best leader this Republic has, and if you hadn’t been raised the way you were, by who you were raised, you wouldn’t be these things. We’d probably all be dead if not for you and your leadership.”

You can’t help the small smile that comes to your lips as he speaks, and you look down and take another sip. It doesn’t take long for your smile to drop, though, remembering all that has happened because of you. “Tie wouldn’t be dead if I wasn’t your leader. Bomber wouldn’t be either. Not to mention all the other troopers under my command. And Tayah…”

“You didn’t kill them,” Sans counters, “like Hex said, we all probably would have died sooner if not for you. It’s because of you that we had so much time together, and actually feel as though we’re special.”

“You are special,” you say, setting your mug down. “I just…I don’t know.”

“Did something else happen while you were at castle Serreno?” Hex questions, pulling his hand away from Steele.

“A lot happened,” you reply while leaning forward and resting your head in your hands.

“Did you want to talk about it or just have us take your mind off of it?” Aid asks before adding, “we’re here for you either way.”

“Thank you, Aid. All of you, thank you for always being here for me and dealing with my banthashit.” You lean back and sigh before looking back up at them and starting to explain everything. “It was all a major mess,” you say to start, “it…it turned into something that it never should have. And now we’re never getting Tayah back…”

“You can’t give up hope, y/n. You know that we’ll help you find her, no matter what,” Aid states.

“No…she’s dead,” you reply, shaking your head. “It happened so fast. Me and Anakin were fighting Dooku–well, initially it was Tayah attacking Anakin and I was fighting Dooku, but then Anakin pushed her away with the force. I thought she was knocked out well enough to not wake up, but I was wrong. I got caught up in us fighting Dooku and didn’t sense her wake, but I sensed a presence coming up behind me. I instinctively swung my saber back, as all I felt was evil. But then I turned and watched myself slice through her neck. After that, I lost my grip again. I just…lost myself in my emotions. I couldn’t stop myself from moving, and I felt myself consumed by the same darkness that surrounded Tayah. But this darkness…it felt powerful. Exhilarating. I almost didn’t want to stop, but then Dooku ended the fight pretty quickly.”

“How does it make you feel knowing that you enjoy the power of the…darkside?” Sans questions, straightening out his sleeves.

“I don’t know, honestly. Well, I guess it sorta makes me feel like the Order is restraining me, but I don’t want to turn into a sith.”

“Well, do the Jedi need to know what you do and how you act?” Hex asks before leaning back. “I mean, theoretically, how would they even know? Unless there was another general on a mission with you.”

“You have a point I guess,” you agree, “maybe I can somehow convince…never mind.”

“What?” Aid questions.

“I was going to say maybe I can convince Quin to join me on missions, since he’s not really a Jedi, but then I decided it was probably best to keep him out of the war. Trix doesn’t need anyone else dying on her.”

“Well, who knows. Maybe you can get Codo-”

“No, no way in karking hells am I going to go on a mission with that fishman!” you sneer, and all of their eyes widen at once.

“What hap-”

“I don’t want to talk about it. All you need to know,” you say while standing up and grabbing your mug, “is that I won’t be talking to him for the foreseeable future. I finally spoke my mind to him, and need to move on.”

With that, you walk over to the couch and sit down, waiting for them to join you. Slowly they do, and once they’re settled around you, the tears fall again. They all take turns holding you, with Sans being the most gentle. After a while, you end up falling asleep, and the boys lay you down on the couch and begin to leave. As they do, you wake up and call them back, telling them that you don’t want to be alone. You’ve been alone for too long in your life, you can’t stand another second of it.

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Obi-Wan's Reaction to Anakin's Redemption (LEGENDS)

"Vader grabbed the Emperor forcing the deathly lighting to fall away from Luke and crashed down upon both Sith Lords(himself and the Emperor). Vader carried his master across the room and hurled him down into the reactor shaft a moment later the Emperor exploded into a great release of dark energy.

Had Obi-Wan´s spirit not witnessed Vader´s actions he never would have believed. Vader, the same monster that Obi-Wan had left to die on Mustafar had sacrificed himself to save his Son and succedenly Obi-Wan realized where he had failed for unlike Luke Obi-Wan had not only believed that Anakin was completely consumed by the darkside but actually refused to believe that any goodness could have remained within Vader and by refusing to allow that possibility he had condemned not only his friend and former apprentice but his own capacity for hope.

Fortunately, ObiWan thought, Luke´s unwavering faith in his father´s inner goodness had proved to be an stronger force than the power of the darkside. Obi.-Wan realized that he had never been ready to forgive Anakin and that Anakin would never be free until he did.

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Summary: A time traveling Grandmaster, to the Prequel Era, trying to fix the mistakes the Jedi made, and get rid of a certain Sith too. Only Time Travel is not that easy, as Yoda will soon learn.

I have posted a new chapter of Time Travel: To the Past Yoda Goes. Below is a small selection. Please go to the links to read more.

Chapter 54 - Missing

Anakin leapt off the shuttle and bounded towards the apartment building.  Normally he would’ve waited for Obi-Wan to pay their dues with his Temple issued credit chip, but he was excited.  

Obi-Wan huffed an apology to the shuttle driver and rolled his eyes. 

“Teenagers, don’t worry about it,” the Rodian replied.

“Thank you.” With their transaction completed, Obi-Wan ran after Anakin.  He knew exactly where the boy was going.  They had been making weekly visits to the apartment since Anakin was ten.  

“Master, over here,” Anakin waved from where he was holding a lift.  

“Padawan!” Obi-Wan used his firm voice.  

“I’m sorry, Master.  I got tired of waiting.”

Obi-Wan nodded and Anakin breathed a sigh of relief.  In truth, Obi-Wan wasn’t that upset about Anakin’s behavior.  He had spent much of the last two days being a focused, attentive padawan, the Master figured it was bound to slide the other way sooner or later.  The fact that he waited until their mission was over was good.  “Owen will love to hear about your first mission.”

“Really?  It wasn’t that exciting.” Anakin diminished.

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.  “Not every Jedi mission involves fighting darksiders, and flying into an enemy warship to deactivate their invading army.”

“I know-www,” Anakin drawled.  “It’s just that, all it was - was a negotiation over land.  And they talked too much.”

Obi-Wan let his cheeks puff a little with a smile, as the lift opened to their destination.  This time Anakin waited and let Obi-Wan exit the lift first.  He pressed the buzzer as he turned back to his Padawan.  “That land is important to someone, and you will learn to appreciate the quiet missions where nothing exciting happens.  They come too few, if you ask me.”

The door opened and C3-PO bowed to them.  “Greetings, young Master.  Greetings Jedi Knight Kenobi.  Master and Mistress Lars are inside.”

“Thanks Threepio” Anakin ran around the droid and into the family room of the apartment.  

Shmi was just walking inside from the balcony, where she keeps several planters, when Anakin ran in.  “Hello Ani, how was your week?”

“Hi mom.  Obi-Wan and I went on a mission.  It was really boring, but Obi-Wan can tell you all about it,” Anakin answered while hugging his Mom.  

She laughed and released him from the hug.  “Why don’t you go play with Owen.  He’s in his room.”  As she let go, Anakin ran off.  

“Obi-Wan,” Cliegg greeted him.  “I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.”  ...

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Whumpcember Day 22

Closing In 

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Force of Infinity

And there’s nothing he can do to break away from it as he feels himself turning around, lightsaber ignited, stalking towards Anakin who’s finally standing up. “Master?” he asks, cautiously, warily.

Obi-Wan wants to tell him to run, to get away from here, as far away as he can, but he can’t. He can’t do anything at all.

It makes him sick to see, because Anakin trusts him blindly enough, even now, that he doesn’t draw his lightsaber until Obi-Wan nearly takes of his head. He dodges aside, scrambling farther into the island amid the lava before drawing his own. The hurt in his expression cuts through Obi-Wan’s heart like a knife.

“Master, what are you doing?” Anakin demands, wildly, his gaze jumping between Obi-Wan and the Dark Sider.

Obi-Wan is too distant, too far away to control himself. It feels like he’s floating as an outside to his body, moving but not controlling. Like there’s someone else inside it, and he’s pushed to the back. This is a nightmare. It’s wrong, and he can only fight against it, but this is too strong.

The Darksider is moving towards Anakin on the other side. They’re closing in on him, and he’s cut off from the portal now. He won’t have a way out, soon. There’s not much ground between him and the lava flow.

“What are you doing to him?” Anakin demands, glaring at the Darksider.

“Take me to where the rest of the Stones are, and I will release him,” is the response.

He wants to interject, to tell Anakin not to do it whatever the cost is, but he can’t.

“And doom the galaxy to you?” Anakin throws back, “If you have a way out of this place, only destruction will follow.”

“Very well, Chosen One,” he replies, sending a blast of blood-red lightning towards Anakin who raises his lightsaber to deflect it. He skids back at the force of the assault. Never in his life has Obi-Wan been so grateful for Anakin’s sheer stubbornness, because anyone else would have already fallen.

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A/N: So. I wrote Anakin. Honestly the man has been living rent free in my mind for so long and we all know what I’m like for an angry angsty Star Wars boy. I am suffering with Imposter Syndrome massively with this because I don’t think I got his character down 100%. And well, I am a perfectionist. Anyway, here have this dumpster fire of a one shot.

Anakin Skywalker x Sith!Reader

Warnings: Canon violence, character death, lots of a Jedi hate talk. Damn fucking Jedi. Oh and a shit ton of angst.

Word Count: 1909

Your black robes fluttered around your legs as you peered over the ledge, a Jedi ship had come into land and you let a sly smile creep across your face. It was the Jedi you wanted, you could feel the ripples of his power through the force, the anger and darkness always with him even if he didn’t use them. You moved away and headed deeper into the compound, he was coming to stop you, take you back to the Jedi Council. You felt the presence of the 501st as they spread out looking for you but their force signatures were dulled by the brightness of him. Already the anticipation of battle thrummed through your body, the hilts of your sabers melded perfectly to the curve of your palms. Pulling down the visor on your mask you paced feeling him coming closer and closer until finally the door opened and there he stood in his black Jedi robes.

“I assumed you’d got lost,” you shot at him.

“I could sense your loathsome presence as soon as I landed,” he replied haughtily. You carried on pacing, seeing his saber still attached to his belt, the sure arrogance he had in his abilities made you proud. He was always such a cocky bastard but he had every right to be.

“What happens now, Skywalker? You think I will go quietly so you can hand me over to the traitors of the Galaxy?”

“The Jedi are not the traitors here!” He roared.

“Yes they are! And you know it!” His eyes followed you, across the floor, his expression darkening. “How can you not see their narrow minded ideas are strangling the Galaxy? They sit in their temple, allowing this war to continue all the while saying they don’t advocate it. They are apparently keepers of the peace and yet shattering it time and time again!”

“No! I will not listen to your lies!” You lifted your chin in defiance.

“Then come and shut me up,” your voice sneered through the vocoder. He moved quickly and your sabers came alive in your hands, the loud clash of the beams sent sparks over your heads. “The Jedi are a lie, their only legacy is failure…” you continued.

“No!” The force push hit you in the chest and a laugh burst from your chest as you slammed into the wall.

“Yes! Use that rage on me, Anakin.”

“You don’t want me to fight you,” he threatened, making you grin behind the mask.

“Oh baby, I’m counting on it.” You ducked as his blue lightsaber pierced the wall, you took the opening, punching him in the stomach making him grunt in surprise and retreat, before coming at you again. The sabers danced in a pattern that was all too familiar. You met each other move for move, nothing survived the brightness of your blades as you both cleaved a path of destruction. You spun out of his reach, putting some debris between you knowing it wasn’t much of a barrier, not when it came to you and Anakin. “They are oppressing you Anakin! They will never set you free to accomplish your true potential! They do not see the power you possess.”

“And you do?” He asked aggressively, pointing his saber at your chest as he roamed across the floor.

“I have always seen you.” He frowned and you sensed his confusion at your words. Retracting your blades you removed your mask letting it fall to the floor with a thud. “They told you I was dead didn't they?” You asked softly. The brightness of his own blade diminished followed by the ripples of surprise and crushing sadness but he stayed where he was. “More lies,” you pointed out.

“I don’t understand, Obi-Wan…”

“Obi-Wan misled you. He didn’t want to tell you the truth in case you came looking for me,” you spread your arms. “But the force guided you back to me anyway.” He whispered your name like it physically pained him, taking a step back as you stepped forward. “Change is coming, the end of an era giving way to the dawn of the Empire.”

“No, stop!” He cried.

“Join me Anakin….we can make the Galaxy a better place.” You backed him against the wall, his blue eyes closing as though he could stop himself from seeing you. “I know the pain you bear,” you whispered leaning into him. “I can help you face it, use it.”

“It is not the Jedi way, I will not fall for this!” You turned away from him growling with frustration.

“Stop being so blind! How do you refuse to see through the veil of deceit they have draped over us?” You screamed.

“How do you refuse to see the good! Has the touch of the light left you that much in the dark?” It hurt you, seeing him like this, sensing his pain and torment but it was necessary. If you could get Anakin onside the war would be won and you would be Darth Sidious’ prize apprentice. Turning the Chosen one was a task only you could accomplish, because out of all the people in the Galaxy, you were the one Anakin would not bring himself to destroy.

“Where do we go from here?” You asked him, watching as his chest heaved in distress.

“You will come with me, maybe the Jedi can help you…” you tutted in annoyance at his words.

“What a ridiculous notion! The Jedi can’t even help themselves let alone anyone else. Look at Ahsoka…” his blade roared to life in his hands as he flew at you, clashing against your red blades.

“You will leave Ahsoka out of this!” He snarled.

“But she is a part of this, we are all a part of this story that the Jedi have written,” you shouted over the crackling of your blades as he forced you back. The blades scissored out and his face grew close enough so you could feel his breath on your face. “You know I speak the truth Anakin, it’s why it upsets you so much.”

“No!” The air was pushed from your body and you fell backwards, your sabers falling from your grasp and skitting across the floor. You looked up into the light of the blue blade, seeing him standing over you with that twisted look on his face. The light of it shone in his tear filled eyes and you waited with bated breath. “I trusted you! Why didn’t you come and find me?” He shouted.

“What good would it have done? Would you have helped me like you helped her?” His saber lowered, but it didn’t go out and you chose a different tactic. “They asked you to spy on the Chancellor didn’t they?” He frowned, not hiding the shock he felt at your words. “I have my sources,” you spoke before he could question where you got the information. “Did that feel right to you? Is that a Just course of action for the Jedi to take?”

“I don’t…” you stood up slowly keeping eye contact.

“Use your brain Anakin!”

“I am!” He yelled turning away, his hand held out to you as though he wanted to stop you advancing.

“Anakin,” you whispered. “Just embrace the darkness.” His body slumped and you felt the streams rushing past you as he accepted the pain and anger inside him. You laughed, opening your arms at the vortex created by the force, it swirled around him, welcoming him. “You will not regret this Anakin! He will reward you beyond your wildest dreams!” You retrieved your sabers off the floor, snapping them to your belt before picking up your mask. When you turned Anakin was right behind you, his piercing eyes staring straight through you.

“What do we do now?” He asked and you hesitated slightly, sensing something still had to be unlocked within him but you didn’t know what. It wasn’t your place, you weren’t his master. You were his equal.

“I will take you to my master. He will know what to do.” You began to walk off but his hand snatched at your arm.

“What did he tell you about the rules of the Sith?”

“Enough,” you responded. “We could overthrow him,” you suggested with a smirk. Anakin released your arm and you relaxed slightly. “We were always such a team, unbeatable even on the side of the light, imagine what we could accomplish with an entire Galaxy at our fingertips?”

“I missed you,” he whispered and you took a step towards him. You leaned your forehead against his temple finally allowing your feelings to come to the forefront. Anakin had been everything to you, it had killed you to leave him behind but Sidious had promised you happiness in the end and now here you are achieving that. Your hand sought his own out, his fingers clammy as he gripped you tightly.

“And I missed you,” you breathed against his skin. His face shifted, his nose pressing against your cheek and your heart pounded at finally being reunited with the one person you wanted in the entire Galaxy. “The Clones are coming,” you murmured.

“I can sense them,” he replied, still not moving away from you. His expression was one of torture and you swept a strand of hair gently off his brow.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly.

“There is….something I need to do.”

“Can I help?” You whispered, brushing your lips against his cheek.

“Yes.” He shifted, your chests pressing together as he finally kissed you. His lips were soft and lingering making you melt into him so you were unprepared for the burning sensation in your side. Your mouth opened against his in a loud gasp of surprise, his tears glinted in the glowing blue light of his saber as it protruded from your body. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. You couldn’t speak, your body refused to take a breath and you could see the darkside emitting from his irises as he gazed mournfully at you. “My master sent me to find you.” He sobbed when you slumped against him, not able to hold your weight anymore, the smell of your own burning flesh making you feel sick. His blade retracted but still the pain remained, the sting of betrayal coupled with the hurt of your life ending by the hand you trusted the most.

He followed you to the ground, your legs folding like they had no bones left in them as numbness spread through your body. “I will see peace and justice reign in the new Empire.” Your eyes widened, the only response you were able to give as the life slowly ebbed away from you. “I will never forget you.” You wanted to ask why, he had been genuinely surprised to see you under the mask and then you realised you’d both been played. Only the strongest would come out of this room alive, but you had been blinded. Tricked by your own feelings that maybe, just maybe he would have joined you rather than burying you in his quest for power. His hand cradled your head, his tears pattering onto your skin, mingling with the lone tear that ran from the corner of your own eye. We could have done this together, Anakin….

“It never would have worked. I’m saving you.” He replied as your world grew darker. “You were the one war I could never win….until now.”

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So for my ttau fic, i got thinking about contingencies that palps probably had. then i noticed something from canon.

the rest is under the cut

I know palpatine is smart. Jedi were falling left and right during the war, for good reason. their definition of dealing with trauma was "block it out and release it to the force" so not exactly healthy. so he wouldnt be short on potential apprentices.

but heres the thing: he's also in charge of running the military, meaning he puts people where he wants them. literally playing galaxy-wide 4-D chess. which means he plans for these things

him calling anakin back during the umbara arc was tactical. he knew krell would hurt the clones, the people anakin cared deeply for. and he also knew it would make him even less trustful of the order, because they didnt see a fallen jedi in their ranks, and now his men are dead because of it.

the zyggeria arc was planned too, but im thinking for more than one. He sent a former slave, sure, but he also sent a togruta. on a case involving enslaved togrutas.

the wrong jedi arc also showed that the government was willing to target anyone, and while he wasnt shown gunning for ahsoka's conviction, he no doubt had a role in it to try and further antagonize the order in anakin's eyes, but also ahsokas, and she left because of it.

palpatine has backup plans for his backup plans, guys. there is no way he didnt have at least two if not more Jedi he was considering for his plans.

ahsoka being one of them.

umbara would have hit her hard as well, she cares about the clones so much. knowing the order let a darksider who saw them as droids command them undoubtedly shook her.

seeing what happened on zyggeria would have shaken her as well. the republic was barely going to intervene. shaking her faith in the government she fights to protect.

the wrong jedi arc did both. the order expelled her because of the threat of political backlash, and the republic nearly convicted her under false pretenses. her own friend betrayed her, as did the people who she grew up with, and who raised her.

ahsoka and anakin are scarily alike. that's why they were put together as master and padawan. palpatine isnt stupid, he knows this. now, while canon doesnt confirm this, he had to have had backup plans in case anakin didnt fall.

and who would be better than his padawan?

[david-talks-sw]

Does bringing Palpatine back REALLY make Anakin’s character arc redundant?

I’ve probably hinted at this previously (here), but TROS is my least favorite Sequel film. I don’t despise it, necessarily, I just think more could have been done with what we were given.

But there’s this argument I keep seeing popping up, which is the notion that Anakin’s arc and the prophecy of the Chosen One are essentially pointless or redundant, now.

And, uh, I disagree.

Anakin’s character arc happened on both a personal, emotional level, and a cosmic one.

Personally, Anakin needed to learn to let go of his fears, his anger, his guilt and his pain. He needed to learn to accept that he can’t possess people, they have free will, and that he can’t repress his emotions, he must, instead, confront them.

Cosmically, Anakin was the Chosen One, aka he was created, chosen by the Force itself to destroy the Sith (whose only goal is to enslave the Force and destroy its naturally balanced state) and bring Balance.

From an emotional point-of-view, the Emperor coming back or not is irrelevant. Anakin finally managed to let go of his pain, release his guilt, cease being selfish an greedy and decided to instead show selfless compassion, saving his son’s life at the cost of his own. The Emperor surviving or not doesn’t change the fact that Anakin became a better man one last time, and sacrificed himself to save his son.

From a cosmic point of view, the impact is undoubtedly diminished… but not as undone as it was in Legends, for instance.

In Legends, Anakin’s sacrifice results in Luke surviving the 2nd Death Star, and that’s it.

Palpatine comes back after, like, 5 years.

The galaxy is at war for an extra 26 years - against the Imperial Remnant and then the Yuhzan Vong - before there’s finally a momentary peace.

Hundreds and hundreds of Sith Lords pop out after Sidious, even a century later.

Legends Anakin never really brought Balance to the Force.

In canon, Anakin did much more.

He basically condemned Palpatine to 30 years of pure agony. The Sith Lord was out of the game, for the most part. He may as well have been dead, because his impact on the galaxy was almost equal to none, Snoke and Hux Sr. were the ones doing all the work.

Because of Palpatine being trapped in a decaying clone body, there was around 28 years of peace, including a 6-year period of tension, followed by a year of chaos, which was quickly ended once Sidious was killed for good.

A couple of darksiders arose, sure, but none of them had the “fuck the Balance” philosophy of a Sith.

Canon Anakin brought Balance to the Force, and the Force stayed balanced for 30 years, before it needed to find a new champion to restore it (Rey). The Balance was restored in the span of a year. In the long run, the events of the Sequels are a parenthesis at best. Take from that what you will.

So no, not really.

TROS doesn’t make Anakin’s character arc redundant.

Yes, I do think it diminishes it a bit (instead of the Force being balanced forever, it’s balanced for 30 years, then unbalanced for a year, then balanced again)…

… but not nearly as much as the previous continuity did.

[fanfic-obsessed]

Twist The Madness

Master Sifo-Dyas is the change point in this little bit of madness. 

In canon Sifo-Dyas is the Jedi that commissioned the Clone Army, driven mad by visions of a war that would destroy the Jedi, of the Jedi temple burning. It is unclear if he was seeing the results of the Clone Wars and Order 66 (thus, like Anakin, created the visions that drove him mad) or if he prevented his visions and Order 66 was something different entirely. It is also unclear if he was patsy of the Sith from the beginning, or if his plan was hijacked by the Sith at a later point.

But what if his takeaway from his visions and the madness they drove him to was just a bit different. Not an army, but protectors. 

Sifo-Dyas still commissioned 1 million clones but not all at once. Instead it would be an ongoing order for generations. The initial amount decanted would be 100,000 clones, most would grow at a double rate until they reach physical adulthood, then their aging would be slowed to normal for near humans. Their training would be generalized and the calling they would be raised with would be to protect the Jedi Temples. The intention being that they would be spread throughout the active temples and live amongst the Jedi there. Approximately 10,000 had a slightly different charge. Each would be raised for a specific Jedi, their genetics tweaked so that they would be a perfect companion and protector (including aging the clone to either adulthood or to match their assigned Jedi and then matching their aging to their Jedi). 

Jango Fett is still contracted to be the progenitor for the clones, but not because of his ability to kill Force Users. Instead it is his genetics themselves that separates him out from other bounty hunters. Due to the crossbreeding of his ancestors, his genetic code is particularly malleable, meaning that the genetic modifications needed to match Clone to a specific Jedi are that much easier. He was not expected to provide training, thus he simply provided generic material  (enough over the course of one year for all 1 million clones in the order), is paid a massive amount of credits plus 1 son (Boba) and leaves; he has no idea that this order is for the Jedi.  

At his request there is a specific genetic marker that is artificially added to all of the clones but Boba so that none of them can claim to be him or his son. He also signs a truly impressive number of agreements that released him from responsibility for the clones AND guaranteed that he knew that he was being cloned (Look, realistically the ethical issue with cloning a sentient being centers around the being being cloned, not the clones themselves; the ethical issues with the clones and their sentience is sentient trafficking).

I want it to be clear here. Sifo-dyas was still driven to madness before he commissioned the clones. He and master Dooku were working together on this project, sharing the madness. Dooku does not fall to the darkside here, though he does still leave the Jedi Order. Though their machinations see that the Clones on the whole are treated better, as they are meant to be companions and protectors of the Jedi, the clones are very much being raised for a destiny that they were not able to choose (with all the ethical issues that come with that). There is a heavy focus and even heavier propaganda throughout the clones' childhood of how they are, in a very real sense, being raised for the Jedi. It is also very heavily referenced that the Jedi as a whole do not know about the Clone yet, since they were a surprise.

The 10,000 who were being raised for a specific Jedi grew up with every piece of information that could be found about their Jedi. Their training was tailored to the Jedid they were assigned to.  The information/propaganda/brainwashing was so specific for these 10,000 that after about the age of 3 chronologically, (a variety of ages physically, though age 6 is the most common for the clone that are meant to go to the adult Jedi), the clones whose Jedi died before they could meet could not be retrained. Instead their fellow clones consider them to be a living memorial for the lost Jedi (It is a really weird cultural development, but both Sifo-Dyas and Dooku allow it-They want the Clones as a culture to be in a symbiotic relationship with the Jedi and this fit in with that). 

Sifo-Dyas’s plan did derail Dooku’s fall entirely, instead of causing Sifo-dyas’s death Dooku ghosted Palpatine around the time of the Naboo invasion. It never occurs to Dooku to let anyone know that Palpatine is a Sith. 

Fast forward about 10 years, Dooku and Sifo-Dyas construct a far too complicated, dramatic plan to lure Obi Wan to Kamino. As far as they are concerned it is only right that Obi Wan gets ‘his’ clone protector, Cody, first (as Dooku’s grand padawan).  It actually somewhat mirrors cannon, in that Anakin is sent on a mission to escort Senator Padme Amidala to Naboo (this is actually a separate plan by Palptine, who is trying to corrupt Anakin.In this Padme has been little more than a puppet for Palpatine for years-Her will is so strong that she has retained little bits of her own sense of self, as long as Palpatine is not in the equation but nothing like what she should have been)  alone, as a test to see how ready he is to take his trials. Dooku then hires a bounty hunter, not Jango Fett, to lure Obi Wan to Kamino. 

Obi Wan is met on Kamino by the Kaminoans first but also an all but visibly vibrating Cody. This Cody is radiating adoration and glee into the Force at finally meeting ‘his’ Jedi. It should be noted that Cody’s presence in the Force could not have been more perfect for Obi Wan. Cody gives the full tour to a mildly shellshocked Obi Wan; including introducing him to Rex, who has been raised for Anakin (I debated Rex going to Anakin or Ahsoka, but ultimately decided that Echo and Fives (together as twins) were meant for Ahsoka). They end the tour with a meeting with Dooku and Sifo Dyas who explain the clones.  

Now Dooku and Sifo-Dyas deliberately have Cody stay while they explain who and what the clones were meant to be.  Obi Wan already does not want to hurt Cody and there are only so many ways one can say ‘What the fuck do you mean cloned protectors?’ and all of them could be read as a rejection of the clones themselves. Dooku also manages to make it clear to Obi Wan without stating it outright, thus in Obi Wan’s eyes leaving Cody in the dark, that if the Jedi Order rejects the clones they (the clones) will all be killed as defective.

So now Obi Wan gets to make a very carefully worded call to the Jedi High Council about the new 100,000 lives they need to become responsible for (who will be murdered if they don’t), of which about 10,000 have been brainwashed so thoroughly that barring them from ‘their Jedi’ might actually cause very real psychological harm.  Also politically the Jedi appears to have just acquired an army, possibly of slaves.

Like, even without the war, the sheer magnitude of What the Fuck that comes with ‘These people think we own them, their entire sense of self rests on how well they serve us. How do we tell them we don’t without breaking their sense of self’. Also being told that Dooku and Sifo-Dyas, who have not technically broken any laws(they used Dooku’s money instead of the Jedi’s so there is not even any fraud), would continue to have the Kaminoans produce clones and give them to the Jedi Order until the 1 million already paid for have been decanted. 

I am just saying, everyone on the high council needed to take a minute. Obi Wan also needed to take a minute. Oddly enough Obi Wan’s minute of panic came just before Anakin would have slaughtered the Tuskens (Controlled Padme was under orders to get Anakin in as many situations as possible that would cause him to reach for the dark. Including following a vision of his mother dying). That moment of panic disrupted the rage and pain enough that Anakin did not reach for the dark side or slaughter the Tuskens.  He escaped with his mothers body instead. 

They manage to get all 100,000 clones back to the Coruscant Temple without causing a panic or a diplomatic incident with the Senate (in spite of Palpatine watching like a hawk for anything he could use to discredit the Jedi, after his most reliable source of information ghosted him).  Then the Jedi made a point of asking each and every clone what they actually wanted to do (they were truly at a loss as to what else to do). Of the 90,000 generally trained, about 500 did not want to be protectors of the Jedi. As the Jedi’s response is immediately ‘Do you know what you want to do? If not, we can help you figure it out. We can get you education and whatever resources you want to pursue your dream’ with the manic air of someone who really wants help but has no idea how to, caused the remaining 89,500 generally trained clones to not just cement but weld their loyalties to the Jedi. Like they were all ready to die for the Jedi before, because of propaganda,  but now that they were even more amazing than the Clones had thought…now the loyalty of these clones is that much deeper (frankly the Jedi remain worried about this). For the 10,000 clones that were trained for specific Jedi, they actually had to stop asking because without fail the thought of not being able to protect ‘their’ Jedi led to a panic attack. 

So now we have the Jedi who have kinda been forced to accept these protectors and companions.  The adult Jedi are working really hard to figure out a balance between trying to break the brainwashing and letting the clones have the autonomy to act on their own desires (since their desires are ‘protect the Jedi’). The children in the Creche were simply introduced to their companions with the hope that being raised together can mitigate some of the training (This also means that the creche and classes have to be rapidly adjusted so that they can accommodate the clones as well). 

For some angsty flavor, we see the Jedi coming to love (romantic, familial, sexual, platonic, or other) their Clone companions and being constantly beset by thought of ‘how can I act on these feelings, they don’t have a choice’ and ‘they think the belong to me…?’. And as far as the clones are concerned everything that their Jedi does reinforces how they are deserving of the clones' loyalty and love.

Note: I do want you all to know that sudden addition of Rex following Anakin around AND the lack of war did derail Anidala before it began

[grayjeditsuru]

Oh Well I Guess This Is A Random Rant On How I Think The Force Might Work

So. I was lurking on discord, as you do, and I happened to watch the speeder chase scene in AOTC again. And then I made some comment about how satisfying it would be to see Darth Vader in a speeder chase doing the same thing as Anakin in EPII. And someone else pops in and says ‘oh hey Obi-Wan fell 285 m and Anakin did a 2670m dive in the speeder in the scene’. Regardless of whether or not these numbers are plausible- I leave the maths to those more skilled at mechanics than myself- we see Obi-Wan land on the speeder perfectly fine… from a supposedly ~300m fall? I am pretty sure you’d reach terminal velocity falling that far (Coruscant has a similar diameter to the Earth) and humans… are not known to survive collisions at terminal velocity. This leads me to the thought that you can use the force to ‘cancel’ or absorb your momentum. But where does momentum (and energy) go? No idea, but I doubt that the force is providing momentum in the opposite direction to slow Obi-Wan down in the few moments before he lands on the speeder, because… that rate of deceleration is probably not compatible with human bodies given how fast objects slow down in collisions. You’d probably just be torn apart if you landed on a speeder from that distance. And then I started thinking. Well Jedi can jump impossibly high right? But… if they have to change directions midair and if the strength of gravity is unfamiliar… you’d have to be very careful to get the height of your jump right in order to not go splat upon landing (or break your legs). I realised at this point that this is where the whole “listen to the force” comes in. Because: if you did things wrong, even just slightly? Best case scenario: the landing’s a little hard, or you twist an ankle and limp for a couple of days. Worst case scenario: No more Jedi, because you might a) go splat; b) overdo it and rip yourself to pieces with the force.Take the theoretical situation: you’re an average Knight, mid Clone-Wars, and there are 15 blaster bolts flying at you, and you’re several metres up in the air, trying to dodge and block as many of them as possible. How much of your conscious brain are you able to dedicate to your safe landing by releasing excess momentum into the force? Not much, I’d reckon.  Hence my conclusion is: why Jedi are told to ‘open themselves to the force’ is because it can have devastating consequences if you don’t. But this leads to an interesting thought about the dark side. Take Sidious: he wanted to destroy the Jedi, and then control the galaxy in a Sith Empire. He deliberately gave Vader subpar prosthetics and pumped weird Sith chemicals into his system (among other things) in an effort to control him. And it was successful, up until Luke showed up. Remember “I must obey my Master”? But… the force lightning backlash disfigured him. A lot of Sith in Legends whom I’ve seen from going down the Wookieepedia rabbit hole are terribly disfigured. My point is? The dark side literally rips you apart as you use it. And my theory why? In the films, the dark side is fundamentally about control and subjugation. But the force is a cosmic energy field. It’s not meant to be controlled! So if you take more than what the force will ‘willingly’ give? You are basically fighting an uphill battle against the universe. You, a darksider, VS the universe? Who’s going to win that? The universe, obviously, because if you’re going to have to wrestle part of the fabric of the universe for power, you are so not going to come out on top! Which explains the disfigurement of many Sith: they are more prone to 'overdoing it’, pulling on too much of the force, because for darksiders, using the force is a matter of fighting for control and power; power that their bodies made of ‘crude matter’ cannot hold properly which backlashes onto them, slowly destroying them with repeated use. On the other hand, the light is more about a willing exchange. You take power freely given from the light, which you use to preserve life, to achieve something for the greater good; but you have to let go of attachment. Because having power freely given by the light side of the force? The only thing that it requires is that you listen to the will of the force and ‘let go’ when it says to let go; you let go because the force wants them back. (Like how Vader was pushed by Palpatine into falling because of his inability to accept that his wife might die.) A caveat of this is that acceptance does not mean giving up. The force is still there; it will still tell you what can be done, if only you listen. But Tsuru! You might ask. How does the force decide whether or not you’re going to get the power to save someone? Well, Star Wars is fundamentally for me a saga which demonstrates the power of love. Love wins the day because Vader was willing to chuck Palpatine down the reactor shaft at the cost of his life so Luke could live. Thus, I think that part of whether or not the force is willing to give you power is related to intention. Are you trying to save someone? Are you trying to ensure civilians get away from the Sith lurking on the ship? The force will probably give you the power you need to do what you have to do, then. But the force has some form of nebulous ‘will’, so seizing power and control, as Sith do, goes against the ‘achieving balance’ thing the force wants. So darksiders suffer consequences for reaching for too much power and acting against the will of the force. (But what even is balance anyway, I just chose here to arbitrarily define it as ‘having a diverse range of life coexist’) What this entire ramble (how did we start with momentum and end up here, honestly) boils down to is: -The light side is where a force user wields the amount of power the force deems you mentally able to handle-The dark side is where you overreach and suffer mental and physical damage as a result, where your body and mind disintegrate slowly under the strain (leading to visible disfiguration in some Sith)-What’s being gray then? I guess that’s just knowing your limits well, then. Having stopped when the force says stop enough times to know exactly how much you can handle, so going dangerously close (for a light user) to the limit is not an issue. Another metaphor I’m going to discuss comes from a post somewhere, where someone discusses the possibility of the Jedi being taught to learn how to be peaceful so they didn’t mentally overstrain themselves and fall- for a certain meaning of falling I suppose. Falling in my view? Is a lot of ’succumbing to your instincts and desires, so that you’re not rational and the force can easily overwhelm you’. And then… after the initial moment, there is a corrupting feedback loop? that drives you deeper into the dark. The person I was chatting to compared it to a really deep hole you can’t climb out of initially, which represents the ‘well of potential’ you have, and the goal is to get to the bottom. The rope (aka your tether to the light side) only goes down so far, and in order to increase your power you either a) have to slowly add on to the rope by learning to trust the force more and more, so you can climb down further to access more power (aka, my terrible metaphor for deepening your ability to use the light) or b) jump down into a deep dark hole aka the dark side method. Which is faster but only lasts until you go splat at the bottom. Remember how I mentioned the feedback loop pulling you further into the dark? Well, the dark is kind of like gravity in this scenario. You can’t really stop once you start falling unless you dig your hands into the wall while you’re falling and climb back up, which is really hard to do. And even if you survive the fall? You’re out of luck: the bottom is packed full of creepy crawlies that show you fake things and make you hallucinate (which is how I picture the mental influence the dark has on its users in this metaphor). If you’d done it slowly, the light side way, you’d have had enough time to find internal piece and exorcise all the creepy crawlies. (Excuse the terrible metaphor. Finding internal peace is difficult to describe in a coherent and sensible manner. -.- ) Alternatively, if you’re falling down that deep dark hole, someone can drop you a rope or a ladder while you’re falling, and you can reach out and grab a rung or the rope. But at the end? No one else can go into that hole. You have to figure out a way to climb back out yourself; even if everyone else can do their best to help at the top, like Luke did for Vader. If you’ve hit the bottom and are injured, someone can lower you down a medical kit, a pick and crampons, but you’ve got to make the climb yourself, because no one can carry you out! This climb obviously takes a lot of mental fortitude, and the dark is very tempting, so this is why comparatively few people return to the light once fallen. There’s also the complicating factor that the creepy crawlies like to snap at the people trying to help or scare them away before they ever get close, and then the people go away and the fallen person just stays at the bottom of the hole until the corruption overtakes them, or someone else finishes the job. TL;DR: The force is weird, but I have a theory on how it works that boils down to ‘lightsiders use only the part of the force the force itself deems them able to handle mentally, and going over their limit means corruption that slowly disfigures you bodily (aka falling) while you suffer a mental corruption feedback loop the whole time because the force is a cosmic energy field that is not designed to be controlled by sentient life, hence why darksiders are insane and homicidal half the time.’ No, I still do not know how I got here from a discussion about momentum. 

[dekko-61]

THE MULTI STAR#1

RECENT ATTACKS

By darkness-boy12 (toffee-12)

Introduction

Welcome everyone to the new Journey of the Whills Seekers. This is a new set of stories that will search towards the mysteries of the force and how they all connect with in the Universe we all love so much thanks to our Brilliant creator of this amazing universe George Lucas... we will continue with this later because now we must begin our first Story, and now I’m sure we are all familiar with the world with in A long time ago in a galaxy far far away... but this time we will view all the force’s greatest untold mysteries and how a long time ago in a galaxy far far away is one of many... behold this will be the tale of how two duel galaxies combine and a s a result the tale that we are all familiar with will be seen through a new light with these alternate versions of it ... BOOK ONE: To be a Jedi...

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...

The Rebellion flies open high through the far reaches of Space... “father... , Son...” the memories ached through Luke’s mind as the young boy remembered the stinging pain of his father’s identity... why didn’t Ben tell him. Luke then looks down at the cold bloody stub that once was his hand. It hurt a lot before but now it only gave a slight stinging feeling when he moved it too much but not even Luke could deny that no matter what the medical droids did his arm was going to hurt for a very long time. He couldn’t even imagine how he could help the Rebellion without a hand. He blamed himself. “Useless”, the boy muttered to himself. He tried to leave the medical bed but the droids were always watching. He couldn’t leave when he pleased. He slumped down in sadness, tears barely leaving-his eyes. All of a sudden Leia walked into the room with a glad expression on her face. Leia:”Luke, your awake.” Luke:”you look happy...”, *Luke then scoffed in annoyance*

Leia:”Luke, this isn’t your fault, you came and fought Vader to save us, that is the heart of a true hero. The Rebellion will always thank you for your efforts.” Luke:”no Leia I failed... I wasn’t ready... and I put us in more danger....”

Luke looked down in sorrow and muttered to himself,”I should have stayed on dagobah.” Leia:”What? ... Luke if you didn’t step in all hope would be lost, the empire would have won! You can’t be hard on yourself like this.” Luke looked down at the floor,

Luke:”Leia, I’ve gotta go.”

Leia:”no not this again, Luke! You can’t keep leaving when you want because you feel like your not good enough! The Rebellion needs you...*soft tear sniffs*... I need you.”

Luke looked up with a surprised expression. Luke:”Leia what happened..”

Leia:”Han, he’s...*tears released*..gone.” Like:”Wait, you don’t mean...” Leia:”Vader gave him to a bounty hunter who sold him to Jabba on Tatooine.”

Luke:”Jabba the crime lord?” Leia:”Luke,he was sacrificed for you, they froze in carbonite as test for your capture and when they found it success-full they sent him to Tatooine as a trophy for...*gulp* Jabba.” Luke:”Wait this is bad Han could be in danger there! What if they unfreeze him just to kill him we gotta save him!”

Leia:”Luke!*sigh*We are not in a position to rescue anyone right now, the Rebellion is still looking for a new base with the empire on our tail, and our forces decreased since Hoth.” Luke:”what?” Leia:”we are on the run Luke.”

Luke:”It can’t be this bad.”

Leia:”it is, we will rescue Han when we are ready but right now especially in your condition we have to rest.”

Luke’s thoughts(Great, now Han’s been hurt because of me, Master Yoda, was right, I was not ready, and I don’t think I’ll ever be)....

To be a Jedi (T172)

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away... On the planet Corascant the Jedi temple lives in peace and harmony with the rest of the galaxy as a new celebration has begun the former Queen of Naboo Is tasked with attending this special event as it marks the day the evil Sith Lord Palpatine was defeated by the Chosen One of the Jedi Anakin Skywalker and saved the galaxy... Meanwhile, on the planet Naboo a boy was trying to focus on his rest but the nightmares of the darkside haunt him like a beast! “Agh!”, he screams in pain as he here’s the familiar voice of evil ring through his ears before flashing awake! Boy:”wha... just happened?”

Padme:”Jin are you alright?

Jin:”mother... um yes I am fine just a nightmare..” Padme:”It be nice if you talked to me about these things, your father had a lot of them and they almost put the Galaxy to risk.” Jin:”I feel a dark presence in the force I think it’s calling to me.”

Padme:”...relax, you train to hard, that’s why I wanted you to visit today, Naboo is a good place to rest.” Jin:”rest is good but a Jedi should always be in the moment mother I can forsake that, or my training will never be complete.Master Horhe feels the same.” Padme:*sigh*”fine, you can go back tomorrow but remember Naboo is always available for you.” The Next Day...

Within the Jedi temple grounds, Jin was practicing form two of his lightsaber skillset while his master watched him carefully. Horhe:”Jin Your gripping the Saber to tight be calm, don’t given to anger or frustration.” Jin slashes his green blade on to the ground by accident and falls in the air only to hit the ground full force. His body was flat on the ground as he winced in pain. The saber hilt slowly rolled out of his palm and on to the ground. The saber was then surprisingly floating in the air only to appear in the master’s hand. Master Horhe:”you lost control my apprentice, take this as a lesson, you must be calm and not given to your emotions or your thoughts will betray you and your training will be useless.” Jin looked up disappointed at his master only for his master to help him up and give him back his saber. Master Horhe:”Your dismissed, we will continue tomorrow.”

Jin walked away towards the temple in anger and the feeling of failure...

“Luke, you use the force Luke”, a mysterious voice said catching Jin off guard! Jin stopped in his tracks and looked toward the sky...

He must tell the council he thought... the voice was otherworldly, The Nether-world of the force perhaps he thought...

To be a Jedi(T-172)

The sun shines bright on the planet of Corasaunt.

We see Anakin Skywalker and Ashoka Tano walk up towards the Jedi temple. “So have you decided to come back?” Anakin looks down at his former apprentice. “I don’t think one can return after leaving the order Anakin.” Anakin:”Ashoka you belong here, your a Jedi..” Ashoka:”I wish that were still true Anakin.” Anakin:”Wha.. it is true Ashoka.” Ashoka looks down in a depressed state. “Go to the temple okay, I’m heading back to the outer rim.” Ashoka slowly walks away. Anakin watches as his student drifts away from sight. Anakin’s heart saddens once more. He glance’s a the temple for a bit,With a powerful glare forming he enters the temple.

A few hours later...

On the planet of Naboo Padme sits looking at a holo message as Anakin enters the room. Padme’s expression now changes to a satisfied smile to see her husband again.” Padme:”Ani were have you been?” Anakin grunts. “I was on a stake out again for the Council, bounty hunters tried another assassination attempt on our new chancellor.” Padme:”But he just got into office.” Anakin:”People didn’t agree with the Republic’s decision of who would be the new chancellor. There are bound to be aggressive opinions in the Galaxy Padme.” Padme stares at Anakin in disbelief. Anakin:”Y’know politics.” Padme:”Your son actually came by this week.” Anakin:”Oh ... how is he?” Padme:”As a Jedi he’s fine.” Anakin:”Okay Padme what is this about?” Padme:”He needs his father Anakin, he may not admit it but his hidden rage is growing, and I don’t want him to live miserable for the rest of his life.” Anakin:”Padme, Jin is just going through a phase he’s thirteen.” Padme:”Watch over him, I can’t stop him anymore, he’s tired of listening to me. I fear our connection is drifting apart.” Anakin:”He loves you..we both do, he’s just going through a tough time, it’s a stage in his life you gotta understand.” Padme:”what about you Anakin, even if he loves me, He loves you a lot Anakin, he misses you, he wants to see you more.” Anakin:”I have a job to do.” Padme:”it isn’t easy being the son of the chosen one.” Anakin:”I know, I’ll talk to him tomorrow alright.” Padme breathes slowly. Padme:”Promise me.” Anakin:”I promise.”

Meanwhile...

Three different starships flew nearby heading straight down the buildings of Corasaunt. “We’re almost they’re men, ready your canons.” The ships fired down on the buildings instantly causing panic. Screams were heard across the city. A man in blue flew through the city. “There it is”, he says determined. His eyes of laser fires one of the ships to the ground. The Man lands on the streets right infront of the fallen ship with a confident smile. “Superman”, he says to himself ,”I like the ring to it.” “Hey!, look super freak”, yells a criminal. “You better get yer ass away from here, or you’ll hear it from Overnight!” The man turns to the pirate. The crook looks back scared before running off. The other two ships flew away. The Man looked up at them and then back at the Criminal who disappeared between the citizens. “I’ll need another go at this”,The Man says before flying away.

[redschillzone]

Smoke and Mirrors Pt. 5 (Sith!Rey x Female!Reader)

(Gif found here!)

Pairing: Sith!Rey x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k Words

Warnings: Some minor angst, a few curse words

Summary: Reader has been feeling conflicted with her choice of taking Rey’s hand after Rey has been called away one to many times, leaving reader alone with her thoughts. Did she make the right choice? Tag List: @theallseer97 @maah-chan @thekarliwinchester @dversstark​

A/N: Here is part 5, it takes place directly after part 4. Sorry for the wait, I wanted to make sure I would have enough content for another two parts! :) I hope you enjoy this chapter, sadly not a lot of Rey in it but next chapter for sure!

Rey and (Y/N) didn’t even get a moment of cuddling in before her knights came to retrieve her, stating the Resistance had been seen on the planet Pasaana and seemed to be looking for a clue to the Sith wayfinder that resided on the sandy planet. Rey couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her lips but she kissed (Y/N)’s head gently as she slept, telling her she’d be back as fast as she was called away before she had left with her knights. She was pissed about it, why couldn’t this pesky little Resistance just accept defeat already? It was taking her away from her precious (Y/N) and she was beginning to have enough of it. If she wanted to keep (Y/N) to herself and finally be able to spend time with her, she would need to wipe them out in a single blow. She just needed to think of how. 

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It didn’t take long for (Y/N) to awake from her slumber, humming lowly as she reached out beside her, letting out a sigh as she slowly opened her eyes as she felt the empty spot beside her. She carefully sat up, staring at the sheets with a sad expression on her face. Rey was gone again, which was no surprise to her anymore. She was used to waking up alone by now; Rey was the Emperor’s granddaughter and was getting ready to officially take the title of Empress from him, so (Y/N) understood why she needed to be away so much. But even with that level of understanding, it was beginning to hurt her deep down all over again; Around the halfway mark in the year she began to feel this feeling in her chest. One that wouldn’t leave her alone no matter what she was doing. Rey had been gone on a month long mission and hadn’t been in contact with her since the day she left, and it bugged (Y/N) to no end that nobody was informing her on what was happening with Rey. The day Rey returned was the day (Y/N) was informed on why she was gone and away so far, and she felt hurt that she couldn’t be trusted with such information. It wasn’t like she was in contact with the Resistance anymore, so she couldn’t transmit whatever was told to her to them. Alas that feeling was coming to light once more due to recent events, and she hated it so damn much. One day was all she wanted, just one day where she and Rey could just cuddle the day away, Rey playing with her hair as the two talked about everything and anything in the world. That was the day (Y/N) was striving for, but she doubted it would come anytime soon.

Carefully (Y/N) removed the sheets from her naked form and got to her feet. She glanced around the dark room and sighed once more before she made her way over to where her robes were neatly folded and began to get dressed. She was beginning to rethink this whole ordeal, rethink her life up to this point. If she had stayed with the Resistance, with her close friends and family, would they be winning this war? With her help and guidance would they be changing the tides into their favor? She didn’t know anymore, at this point everything was blurred to her. It seemed to her as though the Resistance was crumbling to its final strands, yes, but she couldn’t help but feel a pull. A pull back to the light and she hated it. She had sided with Rey for a reason; The Resistance had lied to her, told her nothing but false information about who she really was. She was a Skywalker for crying out loud, and they kept that a secret from her for years until she went to Ahch-to and tried to reason with her own father to train her. He turned her away because he was scared; He was afraid she would fall down the dark path and low and behold she did. Not because he couldn’t teach her, but because he pushed her away and left her to fend for herself. He abandoned her and made sure that she was out of his life for what seemed like eons. It was in that time that the darkness growing inside (Y/N) was given a chance to fester and beckon to her to the dark side of the force.

It was one of the ways Snoke managed to find her. That silent cry for help she gave out via the force; For someone to guide her in any way they could, to help her out of the situation she had fallen into. She was lost, and she still is. She doesn’t know which side she belongs on anymore. She loved the Resistance, but she didn’t feel like she belonged there; She loathed the First Order, yet it was where she ended up. She was confused, and with each passing day the lines began to blur more and more until she began to loath both sides. When Rey offered (Y/N) her hand, she saw it as a way out. Rey had said they would forget about everything; The First Order, the Resistance, the Sith and the Jedi, all of it. Yet that promise was broken within the first couple months as Rey seemed to all but forget what happened in that throne room. She loved Rey to death, she truly did and she wanted nothing more than to stay by her side. But as (Y/N)’s confusion began to grow more and more, she began to doubt she’d be by her side much longer. She gripped her robes tightly as she shook her head once more; No, this was wrong of her to think. Yes she was confused and yes she was hurting, but Rey loved her and cared for her. She knew that much was certain. Sure she was busy with training and wiping out what was left of the Resistance, but surely she could spare a couple of moments for (Y/N), right?

She was wrong to feed herself into that lie, but it was keeping her grounded for the time being. That lie, and the pull back to the light. She couldn’t help but grip her robes even tighter as she stared down at the lightsaber before her on the table. A frown crossed her lips as she carefully picked it up and looked it over. It wasn’t her normal lightsaber by any means; It was heavier than her own for one but she also didn’t recognize the model right off the bat. She couldn’t help but feel a pull to it, one she didn’t recognize and it began to scare her. It wasn’t until she heard the faint calling of her name that she activated it and looked around the room, keeping a tight grip on it’s hilt as she glanced around.

“Who’s there?” She called out, having both hands hold the rather large saber; The red hue emitting from it crossing her face. She narrowed her eyes as a blue hue began to fill one corner of the room, tightening her grip on the lightsaber.

“I haven’t seen that lightsaber in a really, really long time.. For the best, probably. I did lose my hand with it.” The man spoke, watching the female across from him with a rather amused look. (Y/N) couldn’t help but keep her eyes narrowed as she watched what she assumed to be a force ghost stand across from her. It was strange though, she could have sworn she wasn’t strong enough in the light side of the force to even see a force ghost, so how could she see one now? She thought that the Sith could no longer see force ghosts because of their fall to the darkside. 

“Put the saber down, (Y/N)... I just want to have a talk with you.” Anakin spoke with a concerned look on his face, his hands placed cautiously up in front of him. It wasn’t like the saber could do any damage to him, he was already dead after all. He was more so saying that for her safety then his own. (Y/N)’s eyes couldn’t help but widened as she began to realize who the saber belonged to. It was Darth Vader’s saber, and it somehow ended up in her possession. She couldn’t help the shaky breath she released as she turned the saber off, but kept her distance from the man across from her.

“How can I see you?” She hissed out, to which Anakin couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re teetering on the edge of both the light and the dark side, (Y/N). You’re stuck in the middle of the two and you need help. That’s why I’m here. You don’t know which side you long to be on anymore.” He started, taking a few steps towards her, to which she huffed.

“I know exactly what side I’m on, and it’s the dark side. I belong with the Final Order, with Rey...” She spoke, her voice going quiet towards the end of the sentence; She knew what she just told him was a lie and it didn’t take him long to catch onto it.

“You’re just telling yourself that.” He started, moving so he was standing just in front of her. “I told myself the same thing when I was ruling as Darth Vader, that this was the side I chose to be on.” He couldn’t help the tired chuckle that escaped him.

“Oh how wrong I was.. And you know who pulled me out of that? Who actually showed me the right side?” He asked, watching (Y/N) with curious eyes as she gave a small nod, biting her lip.

“My father…” She replied, to which Anakin nodded.

“Correct. (Y/N) I know you may not agree with what he did at the time, but you need to learn that he did what he did for a reason.. He was scared to raise you alone. He was afraid he wouldn’t be enough for you so that’s why he left you on Naboo with that family.” Anakin started, to which (Y/N) just remained quiet as she listened.

“When you returned to him on Ahch-To, he was amazed to see how much you had grown. He was just as proud to know you had continued in your force training, and with Leia nonetheless.” Anakin spoke, beginning to move about the room where (Y/N) kept a close eye on him, her eyes beginning to well up with tears at the mention of her father.

“He wanted to teach you, he really did. He wanted to teach you all he knew, but he was afraid. He didn’t want another repeat of what happened in the temple. He didn’t want to be reminded of the fact that he nearly ended up destroying the next generation of force sensitives.” Anakin said with a sincere tone that had (Y/N) sniffling, shaking her head lightly.

“I.. No- That’s not my dad- Luke wouldn’t.. He wouldn’t say that. He’s not proud of me in the slightest, why would he be? I turned to the dark side for crying out loud, I basically killed him!” She started, but tensed up as she began to notice another blue form walking up behind Anakin, and she knew him immediately.

“(Y/N).. Relax, please...” Luke spoke slowly and in a calming tone, now standing beside Anakin. (Y/N) just sniffled before she fell to her knees on the ground, the tears that were forming in her eyes falling freely down her face now. He was wearing his jedi robes, the ones she saw him wear on Ahch-To when she first arrived. She never thought she’d see him again if she was being completely honest; With the way she was being pulled between the light and the dark, she never thought it possible.

“I.. Dad..” She choked out, trying hard to contain her emotions, but at this point she was ready to lose it all.

“Honey..” Luke started, going ahead and kneeling in front of (Y/N) with a concerned look on his face. “Even though you picked the dark side, you’ve still kept up with your Jedi training.. You may not realize it because of everything that has been going on, but you have.. And I’ve never been prouder to see it.” (Y/N) couldn’t help but sniffle as she moved a hand up to rub at her eyes. He was right; Even though she was on the dark side, she had taken a few teachings from Leia, hell even Ben, and added them to the teachings Rey had taught her. It made it feel like the teachings were becoming her own style of combat.

 “Do you remember what I told you on Crait?” He asked, to which the girl sniffled once more and gave a nod, moving her hands down to rest on her knees.

“You.. You said you’d always be with me..” She repeated, glancing up to Luke who gave a small nod.

“And I’ve lived up to that, honey. I’ve been watching you train with Rey, seeing how you’ve held your own in battles and missions. But that pull you’ve been feeling? It came from me. I’ve been trying to guide you back, (Y/N).. I’ve seen the confusion in your eyes, I’ve felt how unsteady you are with your decision.. You don’t need to return to the light side right away, but you do need to help the Resistance. The Final Order will only wipe out the galaxy, the Resistance wants to save it.. Ben and the others need you, Leia needs you..” Luke spoke in a sincere tone. All (Y/N) could do was sniffle and listen to the words that came from his lips. So he was the reason for the pull, it was beginning to  very slowly make sense to her. He was trying to help guide her from the other side. With her constant unease and uncertainty of where she stood, she was grateful that he was still trying to guide her, even after the harsh words she had shouted at him just a year ago.

“And it hasn’t been just me.. Leia has been trying to reach out to you as well.. She misses you, (Y/N).. They all do. Ben’s even tried his hand at it.” Luke spoke, carefully lifting his hand to rest on her shoulder. She could feel a weight there, but she knew he wasn’t actually touching her shoulder, it was through the force she was able to feel it. She couldn’t help but begin to sob then and there, everything crashing down on her all at once. She was wrong from the start; Even though they withheld information from her, decided not to tell her of her Skywalker heritage, they were trying to protect her. They cared for her so deeply that they thought hiding that information from her would be best, and she threw that away and took it as an insult. She spat on their kindness and threw it to the side to join Rey and the Final Order. And as much as she loved Rey, as much as she cared for her, (Y/N) began to realize she was on the wrong side. She was helping the wrong side with this war. She felt as though a switch was flipped inside of her, and she needed to return to the Resistance. If she couldn’t return to them, then at least destroy the Final Order from the inside out.

“Grandpa.. Dad I.. I messed up- I need to fix this but I don’t know how.” (Y/N) sobbed out as she looked up to them, tears still running down her face. The two force ghosts looked towards one another, Luke letting out a humming as he watched his daughter, moving a hand up to her cheek where she felt the weight once more, almost as if he was rubbing his thumb over her cheek.

“Go back to Ahch-To… Come up with some excuse to get out of here and I’ll meet you there to explain what to do next.” He spoke as he got to his feet, returning to Anakin’s side. Both force ghosts gave (Y/N) one last look before they began to fade away, leaving (Y/N) to herself. She couldn’t help but move her hands up to rub at her eyes once more, attempting to clean herself of any stray tears. Ahch-To, it began to seem as though that planet was about to solve all her problems. Carefully she got to her feet and began to dust herself off, going and placing Vader’s saber back on the table where she got it from before making her way into the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. She would need to think of a plan to leave Exegol.

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(Y/N) cautiously slipped  into the hangar within the Star Destroyer, heading over to what she had long since claimed as her TIE fighter. Surprisingly no officer or trooper stopped to question what or where she was going, and it couldn’t help but cause a wave of unease to wash over (Y/N). Why hadn’t anyone stopped her? Sure, she was Rey’s apprentice so she could go where she pleased, but to be able to get into a TIE fighter and possibly leave with no questions asked? That was beginning to catch her off guard. Carefully she climbed into her TIE and started it up, listening as the engines began to purr to life as she flew herself out of the hangar. Still, nobody questioned or made a move to go after her. She couldn’t help but sigh as she gripped the controls. Luke and Anakin were right, she was on the wrong side of this war. They wouldn’t care if she had gone out and died, nobody would care except for Rey and she couldn’t help but tighten her grip on the controls once more. Rey was the only reason she had decided to stay with the Final Order, and it was beginning to tear her apart. She knew what needed to be done, she needed to trust in her father and grandfather and return to the Resistance. She didn’t have to stay with the Resistance for long, she just needed to help them; Help them win this war so she could escape to some planet and live out her life much like her father had. Alone, most likely. A sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head and flew herself out of Exegol and set course for Ahch-To. 

It didn’t take her very long to get to Ahch-To and to land on the island Luke had once stayed at. She exited the TIE and glanced around, smiling at a few porgs as they flew past her, a couple chirping in her direction. She gave a low hum before she began to wander to the small to the small, stone hutted villages. She gave a small nod to a few of the villagers there, who seemed to give her a few looks as they were surprised to see her back. She looked towards the hut that Luke stayed in and relaxed a bit to see his force ghost standing there.

“Glad to see you made it. I didn’t want you getting cold feet on me.” He joked, causing a small chuckle to escape from (Y/N).

“No, I would never.” She spoke before she made her way over and inside the small hut as Luke had gestured her inside. She glanced around the interior, humming lowly as she recalled the long, cold nights she had spent in her own hut during her training. “Remove that rock for me, (Y/N)..” Luke spoke, pointing to a worn piece of stone that looked as though it had been taken out and placed in several times before. It sparked a curiosity inside (Y/N) and so she kneeled on the ground, beginning to slowly remove the brick from its place. Her eyes widened as they landed on what lay just behind it and she slowly reached out to grab them, looking over the lightsabers she held in her hands. One she knew belonged to her father, the hilt and design she remembered hearing about so many times from Leia and Ben. But the other lightsaber she didn’t recognize yet again.

“That..” Luke started, standing just beside her as she looked the lightsaber over. “Belongs to Leia.” He finished, watching as her eyes widened a bit to the lightsaber in her hand.

“I.. Really? Leia actually trained to be a Jedi?” She questioned, to which Luke gave a small nod.

“Sadly at the end of her training she realized it wasn’t where she should be.” He spoke once more, recalling the memory as if it happened just last night. “She surrendered her saber to me and said that one day that it would be picked up again by someone who would finish her journey.” Luke continued, watching as she turned to look back at him, both lightsabers within her grasp.

“1,000 generations live in you now, (Y/N).. But this is your fight, and yours only. You’ll take both sabers back to Exegol.” He spoke, to which she slowly gave a nod, looking down at the sabers once more before it dawned on her.

“But.. How will the Resistance know to join me on Exegol?” She questioned, to which Luke gave a small smirk, speaking up once more.

“They’ll know. You have everything you need here.” He spoke before he began to make his way outside, to which she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. She got up and followed after him, a confused look on her face as she noticed he was beginning to use the force, but for as to where she didn’t know. That was until she heard the splashing of water behind her, and she quickly turned to spot his X-wing, slowly but surely being lifted and placed onto the ground beside them.

“Two were made…” (Y/N) spoke as she began to make her way over to the wet, seaweed covered x-wing and opened the hatch, coughing a bit at the smell.

“God that smells-” She hissed but quickly leaned over to look at the Sith Wayfinder. It was intact and still very much hooked up to the x-wing.

“The moment you turn that x-wing on, R2 will begin to track it.” Luke spoke beside her as she jumped down from the x-wing, making their way over to him as she gave a small nod. The two of them remained in silence for a bit before she spoke up.

“Dad.. I’m so sorry- I should have listened to you and just.. I wanted to say I love you, and I couldn’t be doing this without you.” She spoke, tears filling in her eyes once more as Luke gave her a small smile, putting his hands on her shoulders once more. This time, this time it felt real. As if he was really standing before her and had his own hands on her shoulders.

“(Y/N).. It’s okay.” He started, the small smile still on his face as he moved his hand up to touch your cheek.

“I’m proud of you.. I know it was wrong of me to leave you on Naboo, but I was in fact so scared to raise you… But, even if I did raise you, I’m sure you’d still turn into the beautiful young woman you are today..” He spoke, watching as the tears welled up in your eyes. 

“I love you, (Y/N).. Never forget that, please. I’ll always be with you, no matter what you go through.” He spoke, leaning forward as (Y/N) shut her eyes, feeling a force on her forehead before it slowly vanished. Slowly she opened her eyes, and Luke was gone. She couldn’t help but raise her hand up to wipe away her tears from her eyes. That was the last push she needed to do this. Turning to the x-wing behind her, she let out a shaky breath. This was it, she was going to help the Resistance win this war. Now, whether Rey was going to side with her or not was still fresh on her mind as she moved a hand to the lightsabers that were now attached to her belt.

She would surely find out soon enough.

[glimmerglanger]

your mirror au and i am such a fan! wondering if you would be down to write further about when mirror obi-wan and anakin first got together! it would interesting to see the similarities and differences from the prime obiwan and anakin!

Anonymous said:

Your morrorverse au is wonderful and amazing!! Seriously, I love it so much, the idea, your beautiful writing, the characterisation, delicious! I gotta ask though, becquse I love spicy details, how did mirror!boys' first time go? Was it gentle? Rough? How old was Anakin? Did Obi-Wan have bad flashbacks? How long did it take for them to learn each other preferences? 👀

Anonymous said:

Absolutely LOVE Mirror AU!! But I'm also so curious Bout how Shadow and His Obi got together? Bc from the bits of Obi'd past and how little he thought Anakin truly cared for him, I'm curious about how they started. And if they ever actually address Obi's insecurities regarding how he views himself through others eyes, versus how Anakin actually views him.

A subject that must be explored further :D Generalized warnings for everyone being Darksiders, mentions of Obi-Wan’s screwed up past, Emperor Palpatine being just a HUGE and inappropriate creeper, especially with young Anakin.

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The very first time Anakin thought he might get to experience some of things he imagined - more and more often, as he got older - was in a dark club in Coruscant’s lower levels. He’d slipped away from Obi-Wan, managed to snag the attention of a slim figure with a sharp little smile and wandering hands, and had gotten as far as kissing them when suddenly he was pulled back and shoved a step to the side.

It had been startling, for a number of reasons, to look over at Obi-Wan’s scowling face, to listen to Obi-Wan snapping at Anakin’s companion to move away, immediately, his voice laced with the Force.

Anakin knew he ought to be upset, really. But the thing was… the kiss hadn’t really been as satisfying as he thought it would be, anyway. He’d been - been dissatisfied, been thinking about Obi-Wan, and it seemed like, in a way, Anakin had simply summoned him there with a thought.

Besides, Obi-Wan’s hand was still on his shoulder, and he thought, maybe--

“Are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked, turning to frown over at him as Anakin’s companion slipped away without another word. He was not radiating jealousy or want, Anakin noticed, with a little kick of disappointment. Instead, it seemed Obi-Wan was worried.

Anakin frowned, straightening to his full height - only just taller than Obi-Wan, now - and said, “Yes, I’m fine, why’d you do that?”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, but he felt strange, inside, his emotions all a jumble. “It’s my responsibility to look after you,” he said, turning, as though he intended to go back out into the bar, as though the discussion were over.

“Look after--I wanted to,” Anakin said, following behind.

Obi-Wan snorted, shaking his head, and said, “You’re too young to know what you want.” And Anakin wanted to protest; he was fourteen, and - and he’d had a pretty good idea of exactly what he wanted for months, and--

A comm from the Council, new orders relayed from the Emperor, cut Anakin’s protests off, leaving him to simmer over them.

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Anakin kept his further explorations of the things he desired well away from Obi-Wan’s attention. It wasn’t that difficult, really. The Emperor was happy to help Anakin slip away for a few hours, here and there. Sometimes he even introduced Anakin to people, who were more than happy to… help out.

And after each time, if the Emperor asked what he had thought, if he’d like to see this person or that person again…

Well, Anakin’s answer was always the same. He was learning all kinds of things, many of them about what he wanted. Who he wanted. 

It was strange, how he thought he’d known all along.

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The problem, as Anakin saw it, was that he wanted Obi-Wan, but he got the distinct impression he was not desired in return. He learned how to tell the difference, in his forays in darkened rooms and tangled sheets. Not all of the partners he spent time with wanted him, some just… went through the motions, while others lit up on the inside with desire.

He turned away those without want after the first time or two, because the entire experience left him feeling… off. It made him remember what he’d been told about Obi-Wan, brought back the memories of his nightmares, and--

And Anakin knew he could have them, but he found he didn’t want them, not like that. He didn’t want to be someone Obi-Wan had nightmares about.

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It was years before Anakin caught a flash of anything resembling desire from Obi-Wan. They were on some terrible planet - Geonosis - where they’d been forced into a gladiatorial arena. Understanding that everyone involved was going to pay with their lives did little to dampen Anakin’s anger at being tossed - without a weapon - across the sands to fight the huge creatures in the arena.

His anger only burned hotter because they’d dragged Obi-Wan out before him and chained him up, put him on display in the center of the space, as the stands above hurled abuse and rocks down. Most of the stones did not manage to come close to the center of the arena, to Obi-Wan’s arms or bare chest, but--

But Anakin was seeing red by the time he was shoved from the chariot delivering him into the arena. He rolled across the sand, coming to his feet, listening to the wall of sound coming from the crowd and sneering up at all of them.

They seemed to think that he would be helpless with his hands bound. They seemed to think they’d won. They seemed to think many things, and Anakin was happy to show them how wrong they were.

The fight that followed took his concentration, left him panting hard with his hands bloody and his chest heaving. He looked over at Obi-Wan, standing there under the sun, free from the pillar, battered but alive and--

And found Obi-Wan looking at him, already, expression surprised and eyes wide. And Anakin felt the flare of want, of desire, recognized it with an answering jolt, and would have charged forward to pursue it, right there and right then, had not the rebel Dooku shown up at that moment.

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Anakin lost his hand on Geonosis, spent too much time in a bacta tank, and only found out that Obi-Wan had been punished for failing to look after him after he was released. He found out only that he was to take the Brand, to be considered fully trained, after the healers let him go.

It burned, the blazing metal, when it was pressed against the back of his neck, but Anakin had suffered worse hurts. He complained not about it, especially because the Emperor had left marks on Obi-Wan that had yet to fade. A single burn hardly compared.

Anakin was given his own quarters - far finer than he’d expected - and he stayed within them for perhaps thirty seconds before he turned and left, seeking out Obi-Wan. The burn on the back of his neck still ached. He could only barely operate the prosthetic attached to his arm, but--

But none of that mattered, really. Obi-Wan wanted him - had wanted him, for at least a few heartbeats - and Anakin had been waiting for such desire for so long… 

Obi-Wan had the door open before Anakin even knocked. Anakin slipped inside the familiar space, drawn to where he sensed Obi-Wan, in the little kitchen. He held a cup of tea, glancing over as Anakin lingered in the doorway, just… looking at him.

There was a bruise, fading on Obi-Wan’s cheek. His hair only partially covered it, falling forward over his shoulder. He was wearing soft tunics, his feet bare, and--

And Anakin crossed to him, drawn forward by years of aching wants. Obi-Wan said, “Are you feeling--”

Anakin slid a hand across his jaw, feeling him go still, and leaned down, kissing the question off of his mouth. Obi-Wan startled, would - perhaps - have spilled tea on both of them, if Anakin hadn’t closed his fingers around the cup and taken it away, using the Force to place it on the counter.

He pulled back, after only a second, to find Obi-Wan staring at him, wide-eyed. “Anakin,” he said, his voice calm and still, “what are you doing?”

“What I’ve always wanted to do,” Anakin told him, stroking a thumb across the line of his cheek, sliding his other arm around Obi-Wan’s back. He brushed a kiss across Obi-Wan’s mouth and then another, and felt a hot spark of want that settled in his gut like the taste of victory. His mouth curved into a smile, and he added, “What you want me to do.”

Obi-Wan’s breath punched out, and he said, “Surely you don’t--”

Anakin kissed him, because it seemed the best way to prove that he very much did. He pushed at their connection at the same time, all the warm, tangled feelings he had for Obi-Wan, built and nurtured over so many years, all the wants, all the desires, all the needs.

Anakin had been strong enough to take what he wanted for years. He’d known it, the first time he managed to pin Obi-Wan during a sparring match. The Emperor had even told him as much, told him he had the power to take whatever he liked, while looking pointedly at Obi-Wan, and - as it turned out - what Anakin liked was Obi-Wan, reaching out to clench him closer, responding to all Anakin showed him.

It was a stunning delight to feel the other side of their connection open, to have warmth and want curl back out to him, and, oh, he’d been right to wait. It had been worth it, for the way Obi-Wan gripped at him, the way he groaned and panted and pulled Anakin closer, all while Anakin got everything he’d wanted.

[nevertheless-moving]

Pop Star Wars AU: Waking

Drabble set in this au which I wrote way back a few weeks ago.

Back then, I had only recently decided to look up my tumblr password for a third attempt at being an appreciative fandom community member instead of just trying to think really hard at internet strangers, and maybe shout into the void a little. (But there’s like, several people here now??? How did you even find me on the internet? )

Anyway I have since learned how to spell Anakin’s name and insert links. Also that if you resize your window while typing directly into tumblr everything disappears.

Self Indulgent Crack Pop Star Wars Time Travel Fixit (star wars au no 3):

After several years of exile in the Jundland Wastes, Ben Kenobi had not quite finished mentally unpacking the decades of mistakes, grief, and failure that had led him to the desert. It was the work of a lifetime, and some days were harder than others. But after several forays in and out of alcoholism, spice addiction, and every other form of geographically-accessible self-destruction, he could at least say that some days were easier. 

The process was no doubt made more difficult by the abject solitude. Unlike the chaotic years that constituted the fall of the Republic, he had all too much time to think, and no one around to share his thoughts with. He closed his eyes in the dark of his hut, thoughts drifting between past and future. 

The past was as ugly and lovely as ever. The larger future didn’t look much better, but he could find some joy in the thought of tomorrow and fresh bantha milk when the herd roamed near. Owen was always much less begrudging of his presence when he came with an offering, and Beru would likely invite him to stay for noon meal where he would share in fresh cheese as Luke rambled about his plans to fix-up a junked speeder bike.

The thought of Luke’s happiness at the treat allowed him enough peace of mind to meditate more deeply.

He carefully broke off a piece of unfair-bitterness from his larger loving-grief. The bitterness he released into the force. The grief he turned over and soothed until its edges dissolved. He accepted it, now smoother if not smaller, laying it to rest alongside his hard-earned wisdom and unfinished poetry.

Tired, but fractionally lighter, Ben Kenobi drifted to sleep.

He opened his eyes to the first rays of daylight peeking in his temple chambers.

The room was intimately familiar. For a few years they were Ashoka’s, on the rare occasion she found herself temple-side and in want of privacy but not complete solitude. For a solid decade before her, the chambers were Anakin’s, though he was quick enough to accept the common room couch when Ashoka entered their life. And before that...they were his. That was his model rocket on the shelf, and his astronomical mobile hanging from the ceiling, and his robes scattered on the floor, though they hadn’t been arranged as such in this room since his apprenticeship with Qui-Gon. He sat up. 

Glad he had put energy into meditation last night, he used the lingering clarity of mind to try and work through possible explanations. 

Vivid Dream? No a quick pinch to his inner elbow debunked that, as well as the fact that the morning taste in his mouth was more the minty tang of denti-cleaner, rather than the saltiness of dried meat which he had grown accustomed to.

Hallucinogenic mushroom flashback? Possible, though it still wouldn’t explain the detail of physical sensations he felt, running his hand from the temple-spun linens on his bed to the warm-carved wood of his bedside table. He stood and did a perfect forward flip in place. Shockingly his knees didn’t ache at impact, but a drug induced hallucination of this intensity would have some sort of impact on his equilibrium, and he felt perfectly balanced, at least physically.

Force vision seemed most likely. Sinking into cross-legged meditation, he gradually lowered his mental shields. There was no whisper of Vader or Palpatine anywhere near Hutt space at this time, so the risk of reaching out was both manageable and necessary. Rather than the pure energy he personally associated with intense visions, he felt gradients of light, echoing ripples of emotions, and the unique solidity of force-imbued stone walls.

Heart beginning to race as reality set in, Ben concluded that he was, indeed, in the Jedi temple on Courascant. Even if he had suffered a complete psychotic break, his force sense couldn’t lie with such crystal clear detail. Confused unreality mixed with images of the past and future, sure. But this was the temple. It just was. 

He couldn’t make sense of it. Even if he had somehow been found, drugged, and transported to the heart of the empire, the rooms as he sensed them didn’t exist anymore. The contents were lost or burnt, the stone walls destroyed and rebuilt into a wing of the Imperial Palace.

Obi-Wan sank deeper into the force and reached out further, searching for he answers. In general, the force felt light, the shroud of the darkside was a hazy irritation in the distance, not a smothering blanket. The manifold wounds in the force formed by senseless war and destruction were absent. Also gone were the tang of grief and loss that he had begun to associate with the temple’s signature even before- even before the purge.

The temple was also full to the brim with tens of thousands of lights in the living force. He reached out to them incredulously, nudging many just to feel a living, sentient response. The last time he remembered feeling so many Jedi all in the temple at the same time was...well, when he still lived in this room. The nearest living force sensitive presence was achingly familiar, though notably and unquestioningly living. He could feel the presence moving nearer and retreated, pulling himself fully back into his body.

The only explanation that fit was that he had suddenly, miraculously, inexplicably traveled back in time. 

He half ran to his closet, opening the door with a yank to reveal a full length mirror. A once-familiar, 25-year old padawan stared back with visible shock. Of course his knees didn’t hurt, this body hadn’t yet been broken and abused by knighthood, war, and Tatooine. His hands examined the smooth chin, the unwrinkled forehead, and even the terrible, terrible haircut.

Obi-wan startled at a knock at his door, freezing in place. 

“Padawan?” Came Qui-Gon Jinn’s voice softly, “I don’t intend to pull you out of meditation prematurely, but is there a particular reason you were sprawling over the temple this morning? You startled me somewhat. To be perfectly honest, I think you might have alarmed a few people around the temple, I’ve already received messages from council telling me to reign in my padawan before he hurts himself.” 

Qui-Gon sounded more amused than reprimanding, and he paused, clearly waiting for an answer. 

Obi-Wan’s jaw locked up. What could he say? How could he even to begin to explain what had happened? He sank to floor, head pressed to the ground and tears silent streaming down his face. All he could do was offer to the force were words, the feelings could come later Thank you. Thank youThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU. 

For whatever reason, the force had granted him a second chance. Regardless if it was intended as punishment, gift, or inexplicable chance, he would build a better future than the one he left behind. 

“Padawan?” Qui-Gon knocked again, sounding concerned, “Are you alright? If you don’t answer I’m going to have to come in there.”

And all at once he had flipped back to not enough time to think and too many people needing his attention.

Obi-Wan managed to open his mouth to call out some meaningless assurance, intent on gaining more time to process the fantastical situation. Much to his surprise, what came out was a strangled, keening sob. Qui-Gon burst through the door. 

Obi-Wan realized, with a little embarrassment, that he was curled up practically into a ball on the floor, tears streaming in a shocking waste of water. It was probably not the most dignified, nor the most reassuring position for Qui-Gon to walk in on. 

Qui-Gon rushed to his side, pulling him up by the shoulders to frantically look him over. “What happened?” he demanded, “Are you hurt? Did something go wrong while you were meditating and you were trying to reach out for help?”

Obi-Wan smiled at the barrage of questions. He had almost forgotten that on the rare occasions when Qui-Gon’s perfect Jedi serenity broke, he became somewhat counterproductively intense. 

“I’m alright, Master,” he tried to say, but what came out was more of a croaking, “MNNrlerR.” 

This predictably, only increased Qui-Gon’s concern.

To Obi-Wan’s deep consternation, he was dragged by Qui-Gon to the healer’s wing. He remained quiet during the examination, not wanting to risk whatever was compromising his ability to speak. It could be readjusting to his younger body, or a manifestation of the admittedly great emotional shock he was still experiancing. Or simple lack of practice- it had been several weeks since he had last heard the sound of his own voice, from a certain point of view.

After finding no physical cause for concern, Master Vyr asked Qui-Gon to wait outside.

“Padawan Kenobi?” The Tortugan healer asked gently. “Your Master seems quite insistent that something is wrong. Would you like to discuss what the problem seems to be?”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat and was relieved when his voice came out smooth and under his control, “I’m alight, Master. I apologize for disruption. I experienced a... particularly strong vision when I woke up this morning, and temporarily lost control over myself. I’m already feeling more stable. I believe I simply need to meditate on what I’ve seen. My master unfortunately came in while I was dealing with some of the emotional aftermath.

“I see,” Vyr responded. “Did you experience this vision before or after your expansive foray into the force? I understand a surprising swath of the temple felt your presence press against them this morning.”

“I reached out after,” Obi-Wan admitted. “My vision was...particularly dark. I felt the need to ground myself with the presence of other Jedi. I’ll make certain to apologize to anyone I may have startled.”

Eventually he was cleared with the strict instruction to stick with shallow meditation for the next few days as well as a strong recommendation to seek out Master Yoda, Sifo-Dryfas, or one of the other Master known to experience visions. 

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked back to their quarters together in a peaceful quiet. It wasn’t until the door clicked behind them that Qui-Gon rounded on his padawan.

“What vision could possibly have left you in such distress?”

Obi-Wan walked to the kitchenette to make tea, stalling before answering. “You have always told me to stay focused on the present, Master”

Qui-Gon frowned. “Yes, however this...vision seems to have altered you somehow. You are grieved by it.”

“Yes. But what I grieve may never come to pass.” 

It won’t come to pass. I might not know his every tool, but I do know Sideous’s biggest secret, and I WILL stop him.

“Will you not tell me what you saw?” Qui-Gon asked, sounding somewhat hurt.

Obi-Wan poured the hot water carefully, feeling torn. If he told Qui-Gon everything... would he believe him? Perhaps, eventually but...what would become of Anakin, still just a boy? And the moment he knew of Palpatine’s evil...he knew Qui-Gon. He would favor the direct approach, underestimating the sheer breadth of the trap the sith had laid (Obi-Wan himself lived through it and only began to understand long after it had closed).

“I saw...a great shadow fall over the republic.”

He sat at the table, relishing in the simple pleasure of pouring a cup for Qui-Gon and himself from a shared pot.

Qui-Gon cradled his mug in his hands. “I see. Nothing specific?”

“Your death. At the hands of a tool of darkness. You ran ahead...” Obi-Wan took a scorching sip to stop himself. “It was foolish. Unnecessary. And I was forced to fight alone without you.

Qui-Gon set the tea down to stroke his beard in thought. “Well. I have no great desire to die. While I make no promises, I will endeavor to avoid leaving you behind ‘unnecessarily.’”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan replied, over sincere. 

They drank in peaceful silence. It was interrupted by a shrill noise from Qui-Gon’s comm.

“I’ve just received a personal request from the Chancellor to immediately assist in negotiations with a Trade Federation blockade around Naboo. Are you feeling up to it?”

“You know, I think I am”