#Ganodi (Mention)

[writingforfun0714]

Spoilers for Bad Batch S2E6 Tribe!!!!

So I actually liked the latest Bad Batch episode (S2 E6–Tribe) a lot more than I thought I would.

HOWEVER!!!

Something about it was still…lacking…for me at least.

The 3rd ep this season (Solitary Clone) was still the best ep this season for me but I did enjoy Tribe a lot (and is def my 2nd favorite so far).

During the pawadan arc in Clone Wars, I was always the most interested in Gungi out of the group (though I still care about all of them and hope the rest of them are ok). And guys, the fucking music for this episode….it’s so good!!!! Like out of all the problems I have with Bad Batch, I’ve never had a problem with ost/music.

Also the animation is really good too. I almost can’t believe how far the og CW animation has come (especially watching Bad Batch then going to watch S1 of CW, even the youngling arc eps when Gungi is introduced looks different).

I honestly thought Rex was gonna have the Batch go rescue Gungi from the droids (based on the trailer) so I was a bit disappointed Omega just happened to see him while they were on a job for Cid.

Speaking of Omega, I’m not sure I like her reaction to Gungi using the Force and his lightsaber for the first time. I couldn’t tell if she was shocked because Gungi is a Jedi, or if it was because she’s never seen a Jedi. A lot of Omega is left up to interpretation so I felt like this was a missed opportunity to shed some light on her backstory. Had she seen a Jedi before? Did she know who they are? Had she seen the Force being used before? Or a lightsaber? Her reaction just felt like the answer could be yes and no. She was surprised, but not stunned/shocked.

I did like how they portrayed Gungi’s fear of clones because of O66. I felt so bad for him, especially when he was curled up on the Marauder.

It would’ve been the perfect time to find out what O66 was like from Omega’s perspective. Omega was on Kamino at the time. I believe Shaak Ti was sent off world (CW S7) so it would’ve been interesting to see.

Along with O66 from Omega’s perspective, we also could’ve gotten more of Hunter’s thoughts on Kanan and what happened.

Also since we’ve gotten Scorch in S1 in War Mantel, I really wanted Sev to be with the Wookies on Kashyyyk. Such a missed opportunity. Sev is separated from Delta Squad and presumed dead on Kashyyyk.

I also want to know what happened to the other padawans (Katooni, Ganodi, Zatt, Biff and Petro) but Gungi never brings them up.

So I guess that’s it. I was hoping Rex would’ve been involved (honestly I’m a bit surprised Echo never suggested they contact Rex), we’d get O66 from Omega’s perspective, more of Hunter’s thoughts on Kanan, mentioning the other padawans and Sev showing up.

But overall, I liked the ‘clone wars’-feel of this episode and hope the next episode continues the same way. I really hope Gungi shows up again along with the other padawans. I’d love to see them as well.

[hermitmoss]

writing wednesday: into the past

words: 684

characters: ganodi and jedi oc. also... somebody else, kind of, if you catch it.

warnings: death mention, injury mention

“Master Templii?” asked the voice of a youngling – not one of hers – and she turned look at them, skirts swishing around the bottom of her carved greelwood cane where it pressed against the mosaic floor of the Temple corridor to support her.

They were a female Rodian, maybe ten standard years of age, shining nebula eyes wide with fascination and just a little shyness.  Thof smiled at her, head-tresses rustling as they picked up on the girl’s emotions.  

“How can I help you, dear?” she asked, mind already wandering through subjects ranging from traumatic bullying to procrastinated homework at a steady yet calm pace – her mind, as she once joked, could set a much better pace than her crude matter.

“I’m Ganodi, Master.  My friend Gungi told me you helped him with his reading?  I was wondering, why – why you need a walking cane?  It’s just that most of the disabled Jedi that I’ve met were either born with it or were injured in the war, and -”

“And Gungi knows I wasn’t either, but isn’t sure further than that?” finished Thof, and Ganondi nodded, hands curling into fists as she waited with baited breath.

“It’s alright, dear, I’m not offended,” she said, and the youngling relaxed, even though the statement was technically not the full truth – she couldn’t blame anybody’s curiosity, and she wasn’t hurt personally per se, but some rather petty part of her had hoped that a strange initiate running up to her and calling her name would have been an issue she could help with, not just a simple case of curiosity.

She internally picked through the thought and then discarded it with the slightest disgust – what taught and advised children better than stories, after all?

She did wonder whether Ganodi particularly needed to hear the tale, but, unfortunately – and here her mouth twisted, just a little, and she was glad of the firm bindings on both her head-tentacles and deep-scarred torso, the child would have been privy to enough painful recountings in her few years already thanks to the war.

That didn’t mean that she wouldn’t tone some things down, of course.

She opened her mouth to suggest that they find a quiet space to sit and talk about it when her senses, still acutely tuned to danger despite more than a decade retired from active service, started screaming.

“Ganodi, this way!” she hissed, ushering the suddenly frightened youngling ahead of her into a side route and away from the bustle – other Knights and Masters had also noticed that something was wrong, and were racing to make sure that friends and padawans and initiates were safe, and to try and track down the source of the disturbance and then eliminate it – and ignoring the sharp spike of pain that her side sent through her at the speed.

She dropped down to her knees, head pounding from not only her own agony but the agony of other s – people were about to die – and shielding the youngling from the sound and shock of the explosion that suddenly shook the ancient, sacred Temple to its bones, coming from the direction of the main Hangar.

Ganodi’s starry eyes were brighter than usual, and a horrified tear slipped down her cheek as she trembled and brought her hands up to her face, and Thof realised with a mental pang joining the physical pain that this was the first time the child had sensed somebody pass into the Force non-peacefully.

Thof trembled too, vision raking the largest, most central carving on her fallen cane, made by loving, childish strokes by Gungi, of the Wookiee mother goddess.  Nahdar was dead already.  Any other other of her younglings might be by the war’s end.

Any number might be now – a Separatist strike on the Temple itself, where all the youngest children dwelled, was – was too much for even Thof’s ever-persisting mind to comprehend.

She gathered her newest child into her arms, and wept with her, muscles screaming at her to rest.

In the end, part of her was glad Ganodi never got to hear the tale.

[nny11writes]

Fictober 19- Order

Me desperately looking for the original prompt: It was here just a second ago, hang on, fffffff, what? Also Me: Oh hey look, that paragraph I never expanded on, I bet I can turn it into a SHORT fictober piece. Honestly, why do you people let me do this????????????? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been nearly a month since she’d taken Petro on as a Padawan, and Ahsoka was once again wondering if this was the best idea. They’d been granted temporary leave from the front lines for Petro to get signed up for his classes, and for the two of them to spend time actually working together. It was a new requirement as the war had begun to slow down, one meant to help normalize daily life for the Jedi still alive to appreciate the gesture. Ahsoka had taken several different classes about teaching, and had relied heavily on her fellow Knights and the Masters she knew, to help prepare herself before taking Petro on. By the time his trials had rolled around Ahsoka had been feeling at least confident on that side of things. She had pamphlets and emergency comms coded into her wrist unit, she had quizzed herself relentlessly and even practiced with a few Shinies who were willing to play along. Ahsoka had felt prepared. 

She was not prepared. 

It was a completely different responsibility to focus on this one person. To day in and day out work with him and try to not dictate everything at him. To let go of frustration when realizing that he had not put in the practice. To praise him for mastery without it sounding belittling. They worked well together despite the hiccups and a few arguments they’d already had. 

And they did seem to be having the standard arguments for a new training pair. If there was one thing younglings were taught at the temple it was to speak your mind. And Ahsoka had never had a problem with speaking her mind back.

So far it had mostly been morning grumpiness, hanger, and in one case of too much idleness. But Ahsoka partially chalked that up to Petro joining new classes and primarily being away from her. Not that she spent all day lounging around the apartment. Ahsoka found herself acting as something of a liaison to the Council, the GAR, and various Senators all while being consulted for strategy and being tapped to teach some of the younger initiates classes. If anything, Ahsoka was busier now that she was at the Temple then she ever was out in the field, so she at least aimed to get structure back. Another distinct benefit of the GAR was daily structure. Her and Petro had a morning meditation, light work out, and on occasion sparring. He left for classes while she was pulled in twelve directions, sometimes they had lunch together, they would spend the late afternoon working together on paperwork. Evening was spent with sparring, meditation, an hour to relax, and bed. Petro was sometimes excused from evening sparring or meditation if he needed more time for his class work or if he just needed a break.

Ahsoka found that she needed both meditation sessions every day just to work out her frustrations and concerns.And it was strange, because she’d always liked meditation but found it difficult to maintain for more than about twenty minutes. She’d used the time to just reconnect in the force, to check on herself, Anakin, her men. Mostly observing and floating. Now Ahsoka was more active in her meditations, and was finding herself sometimes meditating through her hour off. Ahsoka had help, plenty of advice from Jedi who had been Master’s longer than she had been alive. But the meditation helped more than she’d expected. It was really a time for her to reflect on the day, to see how her actions had moved her life forward, and now to see if she was doing right by Petro.

Who was, to his credit, not complaining about the schedule she’d set at all. He was improving in leaps and bounds in his lightsaber forms now that he had someone working with him daily. His schoolwork never needed assistance, but having time carved out daily for it had helped him stay on top of it. The only thing was getting him used to being away from his creche mates. It wasn’t that Ahsoka was trying to end those friendships, but it was just the natural order of things. It was part of learning about attachments and part of advancing as a Jedi. But that didn’t make it easier.

That had been one of their fights. Ahsoka didn’t know what was too much contact or not enough. Half of her clan had died in the field, and Ahsoka hadn’t spoken to a single one of her creche mates since she’d become a Padawan. Her experience had been forcibly learning how to let her friends go because she didn’t have a choice. Eventually the two of them figured out the problem, no one knew what the expectations were. So Ahsoka tried to compromise.

If they were going to actually focus and not cause a fuss, Ahsoka was fine with the younglings crowding into their quarters to do homework. Although the four seats they had simply weren’t enough for all of them. Ahsoka had gotten used to stepping over Ganodi as she lay on the floor, Zatt who always seemed to claim a spot on the mats or Petro’s bed, and twisting past Gungi who’d nearly doubled in height and weight. It was when she was trying to do her work and the whole gang was playing games that she had to either retreat to her room or be the Master and ask them to leave.

So Ahsoka had also gotten used to writing on her bed, with an ever expanding fan of pads and data sticks around her.

It was actually nice now that she was allowing it. The laughter and happiness from the group obvious. Ahsoka had been the last member of Clawmouse after doing a stint as a Clan Leader to all four of her clan mates. She had been assigned to sleep in a new set of dorms with other small clans but she’d been pretty much left alone or ignored. Too many silent afternoons wishing she could be with her friends. 

To be fair, Ahsoka was also feeling a bit lonely again herself. She’d made friends with as many Padawans as she’d been able to during her historically short time as one, but even they were unknowns. Her men were half a galaxy away with no reason to stop at Coruscant. Even if they had, she wasn’t allowed out with her men. Her Master was on missions, and everyone she normally would just spend time with were...just gone. 

She was homesick for the 501st. It was easy for her to pick that up even as she tried to concentrate on the living Force around her instead of her petty concerns. To let her worries and negative emotions go. Maybe she could put some of this paperwork off so she could try to meditate on it? Done and done, Ahsoka took a breath in and sunk into the living force around her.

It was the massive smashing sound that pulled Ahsoka out of her meditation fully, and into the main room. Gungi half lay on the floor dazed with Zatt and Petro literally clinging to each other with laughter, Katooni was staring at Ahsoka in worry and Ganodi was doubled over gasping for air. Ahsoka looked over to the somewhat oversized chair she’d chosen for herself, the idea having been that she was still growing and it would fit someday. Her former chair. Splinters of wood and upholstery were scattered around Gungi’s rump, and as he slowly stood up a few pieces clung to his fur prompting further laughter.

Ahsoka supposed she should have seen that coming, is this how Obi-Wan felt when she and Anakin destoryed things? This resigned amusement? “You are all helping me find something better, Gungi will carry it won’t you big guy?”

Gungi’s weak chuff of agreement only set his friends off worse.

[karlyanalora]

Sitting on the Sidelines

Prompt: Day 7 Hugs

Warnings: N/A

Relationships: Fox & Ganodi

Characters: Commander Fox, Jedi Youngling Ganodi, mentioned Commanders Thorn, Thire, and Stone

Summary: Fox has had his chip removed, but the Jedi are in no position to arrest Palpatine for anything yet. So unfortunately Fox can't return to his normal job. But he's got a new one: planning for the potential execution of Order 66 and how to protect the younglings. But who's helping who? (A potential future scene in Speak for the Silent.)

@loving-fox-hours

“Mr. Fox, what are you doing out here?” Ganodi asked. Fox was sitting on one of the outer walls of the Jedi Temple. “It’s really late…”

“Then why aren’t you in bed?” Fox countered.

“I was going to do my astrology homework when I saw you.”

“Homework?” Ganodi could hear the frown of confusion in his voice even though he hadn’t turned to look at her. “What’s that?”

“Work you do for your classes after the class is over. And you’re deflecting.”

She sat down by Fox and he let out a sigh. “I came out here to think.”

“Here?” she asked incredulously. “But it’s so noisy and you can’t even see the stars!”

It was true. The roar of speeders, the scream of sirens, and honking could be heard from below. Taller buildings with their lights obscured the stars above.

“Exactly,” Fox said. He pointed down below. “Somewhere down there I’d be on patrol right now. My brothers are down there right now dealing with who knows what oisk. Thorn, Thire, and Stone are going to have to find a way to cover my shifts, meetings, and paperwork and they’re overworked enough as it is.”

He leaned back and sighed. “Look, kid, I get why I can’t be down there. And I am helping, but it sure doesn’t feel like it.”

He gave a little start as small arms wrapped around him and hugged him tightly. He looked down and smiled fondly at Ganodi’s scrunched-up face.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Fox, that must be awful! I hate it when I can’t help people; it’s why I want to be a Jedi. I can’t imagine not being able to help my creche mates when they needed me.”

Fox hugged her back, enjoying the warmth that blossomed in his chest. “It’s okay, Ganodi. I am helping; I’m finding a way to keep you and the other cadets safe if it all goes to heck in a handbasket, and that’s the most important thing right now.”

Ganodi scrambled onto Fox’s lap so she could hug him better. “You need more hugs, Mr. Fox.”

Fox pulled her close to his chest. “I wouldn’t say need, per se, but they certainly don’t hurt.”

“You hurt in your heart a lot,” Ganodi observed.

Fox stood with Ganodi in his arms. “Maybe, but that isn’t anything for you to worry about.”

Ganodi let out a low hmm and yawned. She snuggled in closer as Fox walked inside. Within a few moments, he realized she’d fallen asleep.

He carried her to the creche and nodded to the Creche Master, who let them outside. He tried to set her down in her bed without waking her, but she did wake. She gave him a tired hug around the neck before settling under her covers.

Fox’s heart just might explode.

He wasn’t going to let anything happen to these kids.

[gffa]

hi!!! could you maybe recommend me some books/sources of information on how jedi order works?? wookieepedia is a little overwhelming to me lmao, and i kinda wanted to plan a fic about crèche master anakin, but that requires a lot of information about how raising younglings and clans work, more than i know at the moment!! thank you!

Hi!  I have a meta guide for everything we know about the Jedi in canon here: Taking a Closer Look at the Jedi Order in Star Wars Canon [Meta/Reference Guide] You’ll find the most in chapters 3 and 4, which is really only a handful of mentions about the creche (you can just ctrl+F for mentions, if you want)--the problem is that there really isn’t any book or source of information on how the Jedi Order works. This area of worldbuilding has really been done almost nothing with it, especially because there are two separate continuities, where you have Canon and you have Legends.  Legends probably has more details, but it’s always been non-canon to George Lucas’ Star Wars and so it really just kind of did its own thing (which often led to some amazing stories! Legends is a continuity that has a ton of value and meaning to people! but it also often contradicted what the Jedi were actually like because much of it was created pre-Attack of the Clones, so there weren’t even the three main movies out yet, much less The Clone Wars being out), which means you’re absolutely free to use it, but be wary of how it’s not always consistent. There’s not really even a source of information on what the Force feels like or how it works, aside from the interviews George Lucas has given on these things, which likely informs how canon attempts to treat these things, as they’ve said they’re trying to stay true to his themes now (for example--Legends often had “grey Force users” being stable, but canon now works according to George’s statements of how that’s not possible, the dark side corrupts, you have to actively resist it or you’ll fall to it), because not much worldbuilding has been done on this aspect of them. Instead, you have to piece together what we get in bits and bobs in the canon, which is what I’ve done with the above.  If you want, you can read stuff like the Jedi Apprentice books, but they’re pretty firmly not canon anymore (like they had an age limit of 13, which has been overwritten by canon, where Ahsoka was 14 when she became a Padawan, there was a youngling in Dooku: Jedi Lost who was 16 and indicated they’d have to wait another year, there was no indication of impending age limit, even in Legends there was a book that had a 17 year old initiate who would have to keep trying) and so, again, you’re pretty free to make up whatever you like about the way Jedi creches work. The few things we do know, as mentioned in the above link: - On arrival at the Temple, Initiates are sorted into clans to help them foster trust and kinship. [Dooku: Jedi Lost] - When a Jedi youngling becomes a Padawan, they seem to go from the creche to partnering with their Master, though, first there are conversations with the crechemaster and the Master at some point:    Obi-Wan said, “You know, I never had problems with that as a youngling. Being independent, I mean. I broke rules right and left. They even called me rebellious. Probably the Masters were surprised anyone was willing to take me on as an apprentice.”  In fact, Qui-Gon had been warned about this very thing. He’d long since assumed that the crèche masters’ concern was overcautious. [Master and Apprentice] - Yaddle spends at least some time in the creche, whether regularly or they have rotating ones, is anyone’s guess, but she was there when Qui-Gon was a youngling:       “Only yesterday, Dooku had chosen [Qui-Gon] as Padawan. He’d spent his last night in the younglings’ crèche laughing with his friends, imagining all the adventures he would have, and practicing with his lightsaber in the sparring room until Master Yaddle ordered him to bed.“  [Master and Apprentice] - They teach the younglings about the Force there:    “Qui-Gon whispered, “The dark side?” He knew it was a thing all beings carried within them, a part of himself he would learn to guard against—the crèche masters had taught him all that. But it still sounded a little like some kind of ghost or monster, a mysterious thing that would leap out from the shadows to get you when you weren’t looking.” [Master and Apprentice], which is a direct echo of George Lucas explaining the Force: “ Only way to overcome the dark side is through discipline. The dark side is pleasure, biological and temporary and easy to achieve. The light side is joy, everlasting and difficult to achieve.”  (George Lucas, Clone Wars writers meeting) - These bonds do seem to be significant, to at the very least some degree, as Obi-Wan thinks of his “creche-mate” even when he’s 17, indicating that possibly they’re often lifelong friends:       Obi-Wan’s crèche-mate Prie, for instance, had been partnered with a Master who was expert in two things [....] [Master and Apprentice] - The younglings in the creche seem to sleep near each other (I have a personal headcanon that they sleep in piles, all cuddled up with each other, because Space Psychics) because they seem to often gossip with each other night by candle droid:  In Dooku: Jedi Lost there is a gossip story passed around about a possibly expelled Padawan long ago, one that keeps getting passed around by Initiates telling stories by glow lanterns at night, which indicates that it’s considered juicy enough/surprising enough that it doesn’t seem to happen much/if at all. - We do see Yoda and Tera Sinube teaching classes of younglings as well, so they’re probably familiar to almost every youngling who passes through the creches.  Whether these classes are based on the younglings’ clans or if they’re randomized, we have no idea, though.  I’m assuming that at least some of them were based on clans, because we see Yoda teaching Bear Clan in Attack of the Clones, which also gives us an indication of the size of them--probably somewhere between four and eight.

We also see in Dooku: Jedi Lost that Dooku was part of the Hawk-Bat Clan, which often did things together, that Dooku spent time with Thranta Clan, while Tera Sinube spent more time with Heliost Clan. It’s probably reasonable to assume that the Jedi younglings from “The Gathering” are a clan as well, showing that they do things together fairly often:

Though, we see two other younglings there and Ganodi doesn’t seem to be part of the group, assuming that that’s Gungi, Byph, Petro, and Zatt with her.  But we do see Tera Sinube spending time with them here and again later, when they’re practicing with their lightsabers:

Though, again, we see more than just that one clan--unless the two other younglings are part of their clan and just weren’t on that specific trip to Ilum with the others?  Entirely possible there, too. But that’s it, that’s all we know.  Anything else isn’t canon/never really was and can be fun to use, but I often find it doesn’t really fit well with what we’re shown in The Clone Wars or with George’s themes for SW. I think it makes sense, though, that it works like a communal society, where there are crechemasters who look after the children in their little mini-family clans, helping shepherd them to their classes, who shoo the children to bed at night and take care of them, talk with them about the things they need to know, work to help ease the transition when they become apprentices, etc. (As a note:  If you’re reading Wookieepedia, even on the canon pages, they’ll reference The Jedi Path: A Manual for Students of the Force sometimes, but be wary, as that book is very firmly not canon.  Elements of it may be recanonized, but only what appears in books like Dooku: Jedi Lost, Master and Apprentice, Choose Your Destiny: Obi-Wan & Anakin, Age of the Republic: Obi-Wan Kenobi, etc. are actually canon.)

[satingrove]

there is no maker

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: you secretly watch obi-wan teach a group of younglings. one senses his feelings of love, prompting you to leave. he seeks you out.

wc: 2.258k

warnings: some angst, sad and lonely obi-wan, fluff, RAIN

“There is no emotion, there is…?” Obi-Wan Kenobi sits before a half-circle of younglings, waiting patiently for a signal and the completing word of the sentence. “Yes, go ahead Gungi.” He smiles warmly.

“There is peace?” Gungi watches the Jedi Master timidly, though he knows his answer is correct.

“Very good, little one.” Obi-Wan affirms the tentative reply from the Wookie, offering a second cozy grin in his direction. He recalls the repetition of the Code from his own youth, the endless chanting of the same words that deny the existence of emotion, ignorance, passion, chaos, and even the wicked hands of death. But it doesn’t hurt him to revisit it in the lesson he teaches now, with the bright and shining younglings of the next generation of Jedi.

Gungi’s sigh of relief does not go unnoticed, the sound of air pushing out of lungs prominent in the quiet Temple room. Continuing through the mantra, Obi-Wan recites the poetic form of the Jedi Code, leaving out words for the younglings to add in themselves, a symbol of their understanding.

They reach the final lines, There is no chaos, there is harmony, and he feels his chest swell with honour.

“Can I do the last line, Master Kenobi?” An enthusiastic Tholothian, Katooni, chimes in. Obi-Wan agrees, calmly but showing encouragement for her.

“There is no death, there is the Force.” She flutters her eyes closed as she delivers the line, a level voice and a sense of dignity.

As Katooni mentions the Force, an additional pair of robes sweep into the clear room, unrecognized by any of the members within. You watch, arms crossed against your chest, leaning against a large marble pillar.

It’s his fault, you think, watching Obi-Wan with the children. It’s his fault that they love him so dearly, that he looks much too fatherly with them not to be a father. It pulls at your heart so deeply, the patience he holds for those prone-to-trouble juniors.

“Lovely words, yes Katooni?” Obi-Wan questions with a raised eyebrow, making the little girl giggle and cover her mouth. His fault that they love him so dearly.

“Now, I’d like you all to try and reach out with your feelings. Tell me what you sense in my direction.” Obi-Wan instructs the younglings who sit cross legged with straight backs. All is still, no shifting or fidgeting. Their eyes are closed in profound concentration.

“Master?”

“Yes, concentrate and tell me what you feel.” His eyes flick to the source of the voice, and then land on what he knows are your robes, poking out from behind a pillar. Tilting his head in dazed fondness, the corner of his lips turning upwards, he lets his shields down.

“Well… it’s changed.” A puzzled Rodian speaks. “Before, it was just serenity, but now I sense…” Love? No, surely Master Kenobi wouldn’t feel such a passion as love. 

“Go on, Ganodi. There is no judgment here with your friends.” Obi-Wan assures, vaguely gesturing to the rest of the group, and turns his stare to the fabric looming behind the pillar next to the archway, chastising himself for his wavering focus.

“Love, Master. Passion…”

You take a step outwards. Love… for what? For who? It’s something you’d rather not know, and while the domestic sight of Obi-Wan with the children is exceptionally pleasant, you’d still prefer not to know.

The Master becomes frigid, only on the inside; his exterior shows poise. He’s aware of your quick exit, the speedy flash of a cloak whisking through the archway, and he’s not without cherry blossom blush upon his cheeks.

It’s morally wrong to deny the Rodian, who guessed truthfully. He knows that. It would merely cause confusion for the poor thing, but he also knows better than to let it be known, his love and passion aren’t information which can be relayed to anyone, save for himself. And so he does save himself, by doing neither.

A soft “aww” sound, the disappointed kind, echoes when the lesson is cut short. Gungi tugs on Obi-Wan’s sleeve.

“Please, Master Kenobi? I was finally getting the hang of it!” His pleading, furry face splashes a hint of guilt into Obi-Wan’s.

“Another time, Gungi. Another time.” Looking like a tired grandpa for a split-second, he manages a forced chuckle.

-

What? and who? sit aboard your clouded train of thought. The tracks are a circle and it rides full speed, fuming and steaming. Smoke rises in your head. The vast hallways of the Jedi Temple turn into the wide exit path, and then to the winding streets of Coruscant, where it rains angrily from the skies. You suppose it’s how you feel inside. Downcast. Sodden. But rain doesn’t feel confusion. In your frenzied state, you’re smart enough to remember that. The rest of common sense is drowned with the plummeting rainfall and you don’t know where you’re headed. You don’t know why you feel jealous. For who? For what?! The wet and cold stick your robes tightly to your skin. 

Passing through a small market sector, there’s the smell of blumfruit and something even sweeter. It’s soon forgotten as you weave through groups of species you’re not sure you’ve ever seen before. A few looks are tossed your way. Jedi. You’re no stranger to the apprehensive attitudes that some hold. 

As the looks are tossed, you pay no mind to throw them back. Your emotion makes for a brisk stride. There’s little manner down in the streets of this planet, only one or two polite people making way for your trek. It’s dirty and grey and exactly the colour of your useless longing. The Maker above is thanked in a whisper when you find a private spot, covered from the rain and up a fair amount of stairs.

At this moment, you don’t feel like a Jedi. At this moment, there is passion and chaos and a generous slab of envy. The kind that has long green vines that grow and encase your heart and shield it from the sun. It takes all the golden light for itself. And for now, so do the clouds in the atmosphere, that overlook a second Jedi roaming through the streets, following the traces of a Force Signature.

-

Obi-Wan’s hood is drawn over his head, his arms tightly wound across his chest. The rain does the same to him as it did to you, making his robes cling to his body. It’s not something he has the time to care for, but whether or not he could care, did not matter. Obi-Wan is one for stormy weather, lifting his face upwards to feel raindrops trickle upon his cheeks into his light-coloured beard. The chagrin of letting the younglings down in their excitement bites at him. His hood slips off from his tilted head. 

Your Force Signature is apparent; Obi-Wan knows your sign, the sensations and presence you leave behind to other Force users to pick up on. He figures he knows it the best of all. He hopes he does.

Tracing the loops through the same market, he becomes almost grumpy with the crowded spaces that are too dense to let him keep up the pace of his urgent march. The foot of the staircase, its metallic steps gleaming with the rain, shows itself to Obi-Wan by degrees, the lethargic gaggle of strangers finally dwindling away. The passion surges.

Obi-Wan doesn’t feel like a Jedi.

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You sense him long before he appears in front of you, soaked through all layers. It’s at your bewilderment that he remembers - you didn’t know he caught you hiding behind the pillar, so to find him at the edge of the steps, despondent, tells you something about the “who?” question that crippled your thinking patterns remarkably. The realization paints across his face and makes him turn sheepish. A revelation that, in his own desperate madness, could have been kept under the wraps of his cloak had he not suffered a lack of wit to follow you.

The cloth sticks to his body in a way that is so modestly handsome, yet simple enough for Obi-Wan’s own looks to work their charm and make it appear ethereal.

He closes his lips tightly, nodding to you as a greeting, choosing to stay in the fall of rain. Rising, you walk to meet him from a foot apart. 

“Your younglings give you away, Obi-Wan.” You offer the start of conversation with the shyness that Obi-Wan found himself yearning to be met with.

“What were you doing in there?” He replies, an air of calm leaving with his words. His tone is quizzical, and it affirms all that you love about the Jedi.

The behaviour he administers standing there, displaying the utmost respect with which he regards all things, the softest touches of compassion and fortitude looming behind his barriers. His courage is in the face of adversity, your face, and he doesn’t know how to respond to it. Adversity, its misfortune, staring him in the face through the colour of your eyes and the curve of your lips. It smiles at him and he wants to kiss it.

The war he fights, to the far reaches of the outer rim, was enough for him before, yet he’s here now, damp and cold in the maze of Coruscant, with another war inside of himself. A heart duels with a brain.

“I like to watch you teach.” Your lips are wet.

“Is that so?” He answers fast enough, as if he already knew. There is a comfortable pause with the pitter-patter sounds of water. “What made you leave?” Obi-Wan asks this and he, in fact, did know the answer to that question.

Love. Passion. Before, it was serenity.

The present was serene, wasn’t it? Obi-Wan could think so.

“Felt like intrusion.”

“The younglings handled it well.” His lips work the sentence out, but the rest of his face says and you couldn’t? 

Except, it’s pained.

Except, it’s despairing and hopeless and all things that Obi-Wan refused to show to the world. And you wonder why. As grim as it may sound, he is beautiful. In his pain, he is beautiful. To you, to anyone who might see the way his hair is unkempt and falling into his face, the blue eyes looking fixedly, expectantly at their focus, his hands at his sides and his laboured breathing bringing his chest up and down, rhythmically. The only way he comes to that appearance is because he doesn’t care to fix it, because he’s too worried about fixing everything else. 

Then, you think of how much you hate seeing him like this, intimate and secret as it is. You figure you’re among a mere two or three who have seen him sad. He’s more beautiful when the sunshine peeks from his grin. That much is true. 

“Because you’ve taught them well.” Your compliment soothes him briefly, but he adopts that unhappy look that makes you think there’s no Maker above, although you’ve just thanked it, because no Maker would have let Obi-Wan Kenobi feel the way he does right now. Forlorn. Not like himself.

And, not like himself, he loses some of his reserve.

He makes the distance minuscule. A cautious hand reaches his face and brushes over his beard, your thumb brushing kindly back and forth across his cheek. Obi-Wan absent-mindedly leans into it and he thinks of how healing it feels when you touch him. How he longs for you to keep touching him. 

You catch the sun peeking through the crack of his lips as they smile.

All he knows is that it’s been lonely. The way you speak to him, touch him, feel him, tells him that the rough edges of life and war can be softened. They can be buffered. That he can love freely, and that he’s glad it’s you.

It’s impossible for either of you to get any more wet, and the thought of shelter, even now, is abandoned along with his fear of unrequited feelings.

Obi-Wan raises his hand through the misty air, letting it fall upon and envelope yours. He brings it close to his heart, and closes his other around it. Gentleness is about the only thing you can register -  his soft movements as he becomes himself are profound and calculated. The remnants of his loneliness that had come out of hiding are already disappearing, as if he breathes it out into the air to be lost, as he himself is found.

Your hand remains clasped by both of his when his lips touch your forehead, a pillowy kiss that says what he cannot. The sun shines within him, as if kissing the moon or the stars, his perfect counterpart.

The sun softly lights the moon, and what a comparison it is, because you know that Obi-Wan is golden as he takes you in his arms and you press against each other in a burst of rays. The kind that keep you warm through all the layers of drenched robes. His nose is pressed into your shoulder, your arms wind tight around his neck. A thought of his presses into your mind, spoken in his voice, be my comfort, I seek you everyday.

Passion is in the gestures and love is in the feelings shared, one Jedi to another. 

There is no passion, there is serenity.

It’s left up to the rain to convey the serene qualities in this exchange of two fond people, who look at each other the way that lovers do.

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Can we all agree that the most powerful being in the universe isn't any of the Skywalkers, Palpatine or Adult Yoda, but the kid who was able to look at the Child's pleading eyes and still refused to share his cookies? I wonder how much of a problem cookie stealing was in the Jedi creche?

My headcanon is that this kid was Force-sensitive (no kidding, that was my very first thought) and could feel baby Yoda’s attempts at weaponizing his own cuteness. How that brave boy managed to resist the powerful mind-suggestion remains a mystery, but he’s definitely up there with the Bendu, the Father, Son and Daughter, the Force Priestesses, and other such Force-entities. (Speaking of which, if one of their ghosts could kindly drop a freaking boulder on Gideon’s head instead of practicing non-interference, that would be much appreciated.)

Cookie-stealing obviously didn’t work in the Jedi creche, because it would always devolve into cookie-Force-tug-of-war, which led to cookie-crumbling, and no-cookies-for-anyone. A great way to practice non-attachment, patience and discipline, on the one hand - but also, cookie crumbs and crying kids. 

Also, every single Jedi baby is far too precious and too adorable for the puppy eyes to work on each other, or the Masters. When you’ve got a gaggle of Baby-Wans and little ‘Sokas running around, not to mention Ganodi’s galaxy eyes, Cal and Zatt’s freckles, Caleb and Petro’s adorable pouty faces, Katooni’s little nose, and Byph and Gungi’s general preciousness, you have to adapt and come up with some serious defensive tactics. 

I’m betting only Miralukas with mind-shields of beskar and nerves of durasteel were allowed to hand out the cookies. 

[celebrate-the-clone-wars]

Just decided I'd mention for anyone curious. Jedi Fallen Order does confirm that Petro, Katooni, Byph, Zatt, Ganodi, and Gungi were killed. They are briefly seen being executed by stormtroopers in a flashback.

Edit 11/27 : This was disproved by multiple people already to not have happened.

[rodiansmoocher]

For the sw ask meme: 2,11, 12, 15, 20!

2. Favourite Star Wars era? 

I think Clone Wars era, because 

a) young beardy obi-wan is 10/10

b) i love all the dramatic irony of “let’s go talk to our old friend palpatine, emotionally stable anakin!”

c) padme amidala = the love of my life

d) lil baby ahsoka!! my sassy daughter

e) All Clones.  all my kids.

11. Top 5 favourite female Jedi?

oh shit this will reveal what a Fake Star Wars Fan i am i know so few characters

Ahsoka Tano

bc she’s perfect

Ganodi

bc she’s a good lil youngling who’s gonna grow.... up.....gonna grow up to be a real star........ 

;;;_;;;;

Barriss Offee

bc while she did betray her gf?? she was a lil right 

(clone wars spoilers oops)

Jocasta Nu

bc I’m an aspiring librarian and I respect her

Adi Gallia

bc I love her lil head bopples

whoops i think they’re all from clone wars, revealing that it’s also my fave bc it’s like 75% of what i’ve seen

12. Top 5 favourite male Jedi?

Obi-Wan Kenobi

bc he is a good Space Dad whose life is full of Only Sadness

Luke Skywalker

bc he is a sweet and simple boy with a good heart

Kanan Jarrus

bc he is a Space Dad doing his Absolute Best in Trying Circumstances

Ezra Bridger

bc he’s a bit of a scamp but has a golden heart and loves his friends

Kit Fisto

a) good sense of humor

b) a very attractive octopus boy!

honorable mention to anakin skywalker, who would be included if this series ended after the clone wars show :[

15. Top 5 favourite Droids? 

C3P0

bc as a stick-in-the-mud with anxious tendencies: Same

AP5

a) what a good character with an interesting backstory

b) just straight up has a Snape voice!

every B1 Battle Droid

bc they are adorable and have personalities and are just indiscriminately murdered by people on literally every side of this war

R2D2

bc obvs what a damn rockstar

All Other Droids

they are literally all good and have my heart

honorable mention to general grievous, who i thought was a robot for most of clone wars season 1 and who is one of my most favourite villains

20. Top 5 favourite planets? 

Myrkyr

a) its just a neat magic force planet w neat magic force animals 

b) it’s where leenik adopted his son 

c) luke was a real star when he was kidnapped by talon karrde there in the thrawn books and i just like seeing my boy do good!

Ilum

i like character development through (somewhat contrived) mystical trials

Tatooine

entirely due to the fantastic western that is Kenobi

Phindar, 

bc Campaign has taught me that as a future librarian i will be well-respected there

Ryloth

just cause its neat

idk i just think its neat

thank you for the questions! and apologies for revealing how little i actually know about these Damn wars in those Damn stars