#HE EARNED HIS KYBER CRYSTAL

[tarisilmarwen]

"Omg Ezra was traumatized by the Lothal Jedi Temple how could Jedi do that to kids?!"

He wasn't traumatized he was temporarily frightened. And he got over it. In that episode.

Because a huge part of the whole being a Jedi thing is confronting your fears and not letting them master or control you.

Also:

Say you don't understand the nature of children's/family shows sometimes having to put their kid protagonist in perilous situations in order for them to have narrative agency without actually saying it.

[kanansdume]

So what was the POINT of Ezra refusing to take a lightsaber last episode if he was just going to rebuild one this episode? He specifies that he doesn't NEED a lightsaber because the Force is his ally and then immediately in this episode decides to build one.

Did the Force stop being his ally in-between episodes for some reason?

[dontbelasagnax]

OMG CAN I DO A PROMPT FOR THE KISS ROULETTE???

No pressure BUT I number 35. Kiss against a wall would make me go FERAL.

Bonus points if it's in some hidden corner and they're trying to sneak away after a hard won battle because the codywan brain rot has GOT ME. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING BUT THEM

Please pretend like you sent this ask recently and I haven't been sitting on it for months waiting for my eggs to hatch @why-cant-turtles-fly 😂 As requested, here is codywan kissing against a wall... though it's actually a pillar (oops). I was inspired by this artwork I did!

Pairing: CC-22224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,330

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Tenderness, Making Out, Introspection, and by that I mean Obi-Wan is mentally ill and thinks too much, Implied Sexual Content, POV Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary:

    "Missing something?" Cody wiggles a certain lightsaber in his hand as he closes the distance of only a couple meters.

    "More than one thing, it seems," Obi-Wan replies.

    [ OR: Obi-Wan and Cody steal away some precious time after a victorious battle which of course results in a makeout session against a pillar. ]

(fic under the cut if you wish to read here on tumblr)

This morning Obi-Wan finds himself in the ruins of a long ago abandoned castle, high in the mountainous region of Bestoon's northernmost continent. However difficult the altitude makes it to breathe unassisted, it's worth it for the view. There isn't much he loves looking at more than a sunrise in the clouds.

The sunrise after a well earned victory in battle has become one of Obi-Wan's favorite moments to find peace these last few months or... has it been years? Time has melted together through this dreary drudge of a war.

He's watched this sky transition from dusky purples splashed with rays of golden sunlight to a pale blue canvas with clouds shadowed with purples leaning grey and highlights of soft pinks and yellows.

"Sir," a very familiar voice calls from behind. 

Obi-Wan turns towards the voice. 

'Ah,' Obi-Wan thinks, a smile already beginning to emerge on his features, 'my dearest commander.'

The light of the sky washes Cody in diffused golds and pinks. He is delightfully dressed down, forgoing his armour from the waist up. The tight, ribbed fabric does his physique all the favors the way it clings. A stray curl drops onto his forehead. The lighting does wonders for his complexion. It's as if he's glowing.

Yes, Cody bathed in the light of a new day is the most breathtaking, glorious view of them all.

"Missing something?" Cody wiggles a certain lightsaber in his hand as he closes the distance of only a couple meters. 

"More than one thing, it seems," Obi-Wan replies as he takes the lightsaber held out to him. The metal is heated from the rare touch of Cody's bare hand. Energy thrums from the kyber, a slow pulse that nearly sparkles, sending the residual heat of skin and life up Obi-Wan's arm, straight to his ever beating heart. 

So helpful his kyber crystal is, giving fuel to the flame of his infatuation that, once a slow burn, is steadily alight.

Cody leans back against the pillar, looks at him with those warm, big brown eyes of his and oh…

Obi-Wan steps into Cody's space.

Cody's sharp inhale and the way his hand comes up to touch Obi-Wan's belly is exactly what he wanted. 

Obi-Wan rests his arm beside Cody's head on the stone, bringing his face close enough to just feel Cody's breath on the whiskers of his beard.

Thick, black lashes fluttering downwards then back up. The want in those gorgeous eyes is magnetizing.

Obeying Cody's gravitational pull, Obi-Wan kisses him. The catch of their lips slow and tender, just a hint of saliva and suction, loving the warm nudge of Cody's nose against his cheek, and the bloom of Cody's Force presence like flowers turning to the morning sun. 

"Well done," Obi-Wan murmurs as he pulls away, chasing the wounded noise Cody makes with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Your performance was stellar today, as always. Always."

Obi-Wan clips his lightsaber to his belt and cups his darling's jaw with his newly freed hand. He sighs into the meeting of their lips. The soft warm comfort of Cody's mouth is offset by the rigidity of his armour below the waist. It’s as accurate a representation of Cody’s true self as it gets: compassionate and sweet while still deadly and unwieldy.

Though, as much as Obi-Wan adores this version of Cody—so delectable in only his codpiece, cuisse, and greaves—he’d selfishly prefer him stripped even further. 

Alas, he's getting ahead of himself.

Cody's arms curl around him, hands clenching in his tabards. Their lips make smacking noises with the separation of each slow, deliberate kiss.

It's with a bittersweet ache in his chest that Obi-Wan cherishes these moments for he never knows what the next day will bring. The reality of war is that any second of any day he could lose Cody and he'll never know another day painted warm and vibrant by Cody's dry humor and barely-there smiles, the rare times when Obi-Wan can make him really laugh and hear joy spring from his soul, the quiet steady companionship of his presence, and the compassion he shows his brothers. One day he'll never know another kiss, another pleasure coated sigh of his own name, or feel the needy way Cody curves his entire body into Obi-Wan’s to get what he wants. 

It is possible that Obi-Wan would be the one to go first but… he knows deep down, and has accepted it with peace, that he's meant for infinite sadness. 

He already nearly lost him that first time- the time Cody first kissed him.

However long Cody is willing to share these hidden pockets of love with him, he will cherish every second they have together.

He emphasizes this thought with a purposeful tug and suck of Cody’s bottom lip before pulling away to breathe. The thinner air at this altitude has them panting against each other, lips grazing slightly, a sensitive tingly, ticklish tease.

Cody rubs their noses together, as if trying to grasp any sort of intimacy he can while recovering his breath.

Obi-Wan’s heart squeezes painfully.

Never let it be said lest Cody try to kill him in his sleep… but Cody is not just a sweet, sweet man but adorable.

 Natural as the mist of cloudy mornings, Obi-Wan kisses him again. 

Everything about this is intentional. From the way he slowly draws their mouths together again and again, pace languid and savoring, to the way they've chosen each other- chosen to find these moments to do nothing but love. It's not a choice, really, that they will choose duty over each other if that's what it comes to. That's simply the reality of their existences. Those priorities will never change, not with how the war has molded them into thinking. 

No, the choosing is in the love. 

He does love Cody and perhaps always will. It's not been said. Nor does he know with absolute certainty that Cody feels the same.

Cody's presence in the Force has always been a bit of a comfort for Obi-Wan since they met. Through all the uncertainty and pain in the galaxy, Cody is sturdy and shines. He's not certain when Cody’s signature began emanating a warmth that curls into his chest and makes him feel at home. It could be that with time and the development of Obi-Wan's own feelings, every aspect of Cody became beyond endearing.

Or… it could be the manifestation of Cody's own feelings for Obi-Wan.

He's not certain. And he's very well not going to ask.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't.

Still, he catches quick moments sometimes out the corner of his eye where Cody looks at him with an impossibly soft look on his face and Obi-Wan thinks, 'Maybe-’

Really. It doesn't matter. 

He has Cody so readily in the cradle of his arms, drinking up every milliliter of affection bestowed upon him.

And, well, his train of thought falls to the wayside when Cody moans into his mouth and tries to drag him even closer between the v of his legs. 

He's not sure exactly what he’s done to make Cody react so positively but he goes with the motion as heat burns deep in his abdomen.

He teases at Cody's lips with his tongue and realizes his fault when Cody instantly opens his mouth and deepens the kiss. The inside of Cody's mouth is hot and wet and his tongue- licking all those spots that make Obi-Wan shudder into him. 

Not that it's not lovely—because it is, really—but this is not how he intended things to go. 

Cody's insistent against him, pressing for more, hotter, faster, harder.

With difficulty, Obi-Wan pulls away, dodging Cody's attempts to meld their mouths together. 

“Cody, dearheart,” he says, out of breath, thumb gently stroking the skin by the corner of Cody's mouth, “you don't need to devour me.”

Cody doesn't quite pout but it's a near thing. The way his eyes are glued to Obi-Wan's lips make tooka-eyes impossible. “Remains to be seen.”

Obi-Wan huffs a laugh and kisses his cheek. “Please, my-” he catches himself almost saying ‘love’, “dear. Just for now. Let me treat you softly.”

Cody considers this solemnly. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

He nods.

Obi-Wan smiles. “Good man.”

The bob of Cody's throat at his words is gratifying. 

He closes his eyes and leans back in to capture Cody's lips for a few slow, lingering kisses. 

“That’s it. Easy goes,” Obi-Wan murmurs between kisses. Cody melts underneath him, pliant and accepting. 

He'll take every rare opportune moment to treat Cody like the indulgence he is– truly savor him. Hot plush lips between his own, a smooth glide aided by saliva. Slow and steady. Discovering how electric and titillating the simplicity is. Just Cody's warm body against his own. Cody's lips. Cody's sighs. Cody…

He's the sweetest of luxuries. And he should be cherished accordingly. 

Obi-Wan plants a path of kisses up Cody's cheek, right to the end of his brow, following the raised skin of his facial scar.

He's wondered if anyone else has gotten to love Cody like he has or if he's the only one to ply him with tender affection. He's wondered if, in a kinder universe, Cody would be left free of the scars Obi-Wan has gotten to know so intimately. If there were a universe as such, would Obi-Wan be given the chance to love Cody all over again or if another is destined for him- someone closer to his age and able to devote their life to ensuring his happiness.

He's tied himself into knots over this. The hypotheticals. 

He loves Cody. He loves him easily, unhurried and unconditionally. He loves him with every breath he shares loving the Jedi Order—his family—and this wonderous Force-filled world they live in. 

It's just that. He does not love Cody more than the order, more than his faith and his family. Cody is a part of his life. Whatever comes next, may it be death or freedom or- well, Force knows what, Obi-Wan hopes Cody remains a constant. Selfishly. More than a little lovesick. He wants Cody in his life. But he will accept whatever comes their way, as it is the will of the Force. 

 And if that means-

“Where'd’ya keep going?” asks Cody, big brown eyes of his gazing into Obi-Wan's soulfully. A deep brown that melts into a warm, rich amber. Beautiful.

“Nowhere of consequence.” He rubs his nose along Cody’s cheek. Breathes him in. 

“You sure?”

Obi-Wan drags his lips down Cody's jaw, smiling to himself and settling in once Cody shudders and angles his head out of the way.

“Absolutely certain,” Obi-Wan murmurs against his pulse point then kisses that very same spot.

A sigh from Cody is just the encouragement Obi-Wan needs to continue on. 

It's a gift having Cody so sensitive and wanting under him. An entirely different side of his commander than the stern, regal demeanor their troopers see day in and out. 

He kisses and sucks and nips the column of Cody's neck, delighting in the small, pleased noises he draws from Cody with every pass of his mouth over salty skin. 

He only leaves a couple of marks by the time Cody tugs him upwards. He's not too dismayed to leave the warm crook of his love’s neck because the expression on Cody's face is nothing short of wanton, absolutely debauched. 

Cody’s lips are still plump and kiss bitten. 

Obi-Wan can't resist. He traces the pad of his thumb across Cody's bottom lip. Breath shakes onto skin and Cody's mouth closes around the digit, suctioning him in hot, wet heat. 

He draws in a sharp breath.

His gaze darts to Cody’s eyes where he meets pupils blown wide with desire. Cody stares unflinchingly, daring and, oh… 

Cody has bewitched him, utterly and completely. Try as he might to retain composure, Cody is his undoing in these moments. The fragile strings of his heart (and… other parts of his anatomy…) pulled taut and ready to spring forward.

He wanted to keep it slow and soft, but Cody knows just how to arm him into an arrow ready to spring forth.

He pops his thumb from Cody's mouth and fixes his mouth and lips there instead, letting him know just how affected he is. He tastes Cody’s own desire echoed back to him in his moans and tongue and the needy press of his body that Obi-Wan keeps caged to the pillar. The fists that grab at his tunic and hair to try and get him even closer.

The high altitude forces them apart to breathe sooner than either of them would like but they don't go far, nuzzling noses and panting against one another's lips. 

“We’d better take this back to The Negotiator,” Cody says quietly, still out of breath.

Obi-Wan nods his agreement, sure that if they stay here a minute longer he'll be on his knees.

Hand in hand, they hurry away and the sunrise grows only brighter, pink tones making way for the brilliance of the full sun. Clouds drift with the breeze and all is as it will be.

[jswahaarts]

The Gathering 1/4: “Cold”

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Summary: A group of Jedi Younglings begin their journey to find their Kyber Crystals.

Word Count: 1749

Authors Note: Just a lil silly story with my ocs lol!! (also including my friends ocs :] )

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-28 BBY, Ilum -

“[I’m cold…]” Yaupé grumbled quietly. Well. As quiet as a wookiee could be. Which wasn’t very quiet at all. He was loud, in fact. Very loud.

“YOU’RE cold??” Cara whispered harshly, turning to her best friend, “You? The wookiee?”

“[Wookiees can get cold!]”

“Can not! You guys have all that fur!”

“[Uh! can too! Even with all this fur!]”

The two glared at one another. Of course, Cara knew wookiees were capable of getting cold. Heck, Yaupé was right here, buuuut… she couldn’t help messing with him. It was too much fun.

“Can not!”

“[Can too!!]”

“Can not!”

“[Can t—!!!]”

“Yaupé! Cara!” Master Yoda’s voiced called onto the two youngling. The two slowly turned their heads towards the Jedi Grand Master as their eyes opened wide. “Have something to say the two of you do? Hm?” He asked. It was easy to tell from the short green aliens tone that he was definitely annoyed at the two, which suprisingly wasn’t a rare occurance for them. By this point, everyone in the room had their eyes on them awaiting their response.

Kriff. This wasn’t good. They didn’t just interrupt a speech. They interrupted a MASTER YODA speech; meaning they could either be in for a long and boring lecture after this, OR he was totally gonna quiz them right now if they tried lying by saying they were paying attention—which they were’nt, so that could go equally as bad and earn them a lecture regardless.

The two younglings shot quick worried glances at one another before their eyes landed back on Master Yoda. Fearing the lecture, Cara quickly bowed apologetically, being as ‘Jedi-like’ as possible, “Apologies, Master Yoda, It won’t happen again!!”

Yaupé looked at the human girl, before following her lead, doing the same.

“[Yeah! Sorry, Master, we promise it won’t happen again!!!]”

“Hmm…” Master Yoda grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could hear the other younglings snickering at the human and the wookiee. At least they apologized though. That was something. “Saying, I was…” The old master sighed, starting again, “To protect others, how does a Jedi? Hmm?”. He looked around, making sure that all the younglings were really paying attention, before pulling out his lightsaber, igniting it, its green light bouncing off his olive green skin and reflecting off the ice and snow.

“The lightsaber.” He answered. “Build your own lightsabers in time, you will, but first, harvest your own crystal you must.”

The group of younglings all murmered to one another in excitement, expressing their clear enthusiasm with “No way!!”’s and “Heck yeah!”’s, along with two younglings who whispered; ‘Called it!’ and ‘No you didn’t, nerf-for brains!’. Master Yoda couldn’t help but smirk. If they were’nt listening before, they sure were now.

“The heart of a lightsaber, the Kyber Crystal is.” Master Yoda continued. “Focuses the Force from the Jedi it does…” He said, before raising his hands hand towards the sky. Master Yoda closed his eyes gently, focusing as he used the Force to open a window within the temple. When opened, a beam of light was shot from the outside into a crystalized contraption, hanging overhead, that reflected that beam into the tall icey doorway in front of the group, melting it all in seconds, and exposing the entrance to the caves where the younglings are to go for their crystals.

“If Jedi you are to become, enter the crystal cave you must.” Master Yoda started again, looking at each of the younglings. “Trust yourselves. Trust eachother, and succeed you will.”

~

As the water from the melted door cleared, the younglings stood by the entrance to the ice caves, listening to the instructions of Padawan Leonie as she explained the do’s and don’t’s for the ice caves. Everyone seemed to be paying much more attention to her than they did to Master Yoda during the beggining part of his speech.

“—Oh! And one last thing;” She said. “Once you find your crystals, DO NOT remain inside the caves. As soon as daylight ends, the door will freeze over once again and you WILL be trapped inside…”

As soon as she said that, everyone looked at one another, making sure they all heard the same thing. “Uhh… I have a question?” Tomar announced, raising a hand, instantly catching the padawans attention. “How long would we be trapped for?”

“One rotation.”

It took a moment for the group to process what Leonie had just said, before-

“One rotation???” Everyone called out in unison. One rotation? here?? Their hearts sank just at the thought of it… staying in some old and creepy ice temple on some snow planet for the night???

“Yes. One rotation.” Leonie confirmed. “Now… that’s everything! Wishing you all the best of luck!!” She concluded with a cheery smile and a supportive thumbs up towards the group.

“Huh? wait, but-??” Khad’ started speaking.

“No ‘but’s’! Now go! Hurry before the door starts reforming!” She rushed, her hands doing a ‘shooing’ motion towards them. The group all shot frantic glances at one another before they rushed into the ice caves, finally starting their journey to get their Kyber Crystals.

~

Inside the Ilum temples ice caves, all that could be heard were the footsteps of the Jedi younglings as they moved along, their boots crunching at the snow beneath them, as well as the sound of crackling ice every so often. It was cold. Dark, and almost creepy with all the old frozen-over architecture among the cave walls. It was also kinda hard to walk, the floor was super slippery. Nevertheless, the younglings persisted.

Everyone, for the most part, was quiet, their thoughts mostly caught up on the whole ‘door freezing over’ bit that Leonie talked about and silently hoping to the Force that they find their crystals in time before that happened.

“So…” Tomar started, breaking the long moment of silence and catching everyones attention. “Out of everyone here, who’s more likely to get trapped inside the caves?”. It was typical of Tomar to try and bring some humor or ‘what if’ scenario into a situation, but, it lightened the mood so everyone was welcome to it. Everyone answered with the first person that came to their mind;

“Khad’.” Said Cara.

"[Khad’.]” Said Yaupé.

“Khad’.” Said Eyre.

They all looked towards Aras, who signed ‘Khad’’.

“WHAT!! WHY ME??” Khad’ shouted, his voice bouncing across the cave walls.

“Ehh… you just seem like the type to get stuck in an ice cave for a day.” Cara shrugged, a smirk plastered across her face.

Everyone seemed to nod along in agreement to Cara, leaving Khad’ dumbfounded.

“Well— she’s not wrong.” Tomar snickered.

“Shut up!! Kriff you guys!! If I get stuck here I hope you all get stuck here with me!!”

Seeing the twi’lek’s over-the-top reaction made the rest of the younglings howl in laughter, their snorts, snickers and roars echoeing across the cave walls, much to Khad’s annoyance. After walking further into the cave and getting a few more giggles out, the laughter soon vanished as the group approached what seemed to be the caves first obstacle for them. Before them lied three different openings within the cave. Peering into each one, they all seemed to look the exact same; long, dark and icey tunnels that the younglings could only assume lead right into the path to find their crystals. But… there were 6 of them and 3 tunnels. How were they going to go about this?

“Sooooo… what now?” Eyre spoke after a moment of everyone just standing there.

“[Hmm…]” Yaupé scratched his chin fur as he thought about what next step they could all take. There were three caves so, naturally, splitting up would be the best option right?Wait… no. No, they can’t split up! They could get lost- HE could get lost or hurt or WORSE!! And to add to that, none of them really knew what dangers they could even face in these caves! The more he thought about it, the more he just didn’t wanna risk it. “[Maybe… we should try sticking toge-]”

“We should split up!” Khad’ declared. Everyones eyes turned to the twi’lek. “Hear me out! See, there’s six of us and three caves, we can just split up and go into one of em with a partner!” Khad’ explained. “Then BAM! We find our crystals and make our cool and awesome sabers, easy peasy!!”

“That could work!” Cara agreed. Everyone in the group seemed to take a liking to the idea. Which was suprising cause it was a Khad’ idea. But a good one nevertheless. They almost felt bad for clowning on him earlier. Almost. “Heck yeah it will!!” Khad’ babbled eagerly, mostly just happy at the fact that his friends liked an idea of his. “Say, Aras, wanna be my partner?” He asked, nudging the Togruta by the arm. Aras smiled nodding their head ‘yes’ as Khad’ cheered, “Alright!! C’mon!” as he grabbed their hand, pulling them along into the one of the three tunnels in front of them.

“[Wait! But—!”]

“Hey, Eyre, wanna-”

“HECK YEAH!! Let’s go!!” Eyre didn’t even let Tomar finish asking them before they grabbed his arm and practically dragged him into the second cave that was in front of them. “Later losers!!!” Eyre’s voice called out, their voice echoeing through the caves walls. “Hey!! Waitwaitwaitwait!!!, slow down!!” Echoed Tomar’s voice behind them, going further and further into the tunnel, away from Cara and Yaupé.

Yaupé could only make a low grunting sound as he watched what just unfolded in front of him.

“Well…” Cara began, “Can’t blame ya for trying to keep everyone together.” She snickered. Yaupé couldn’t help but snicker along with her. Cara’s energy was just contagious like that.

“Sooo… any chance you wanna be my partner? By default?” She asked.

“[Hmm…]” Yaupé pretended to think, putting a hand to his chin. “[Ehh… I dunno if you’re cool enough to be my partner…]”

Cara fake-scoffed, playfully hitting Yaupé on the arm, “Shut up!” She chuckled, immedietly making the both of them giggle.

“We should get going—I wanna get my crystal before they do!” Cara half-joked, tapping at the wookiee.

“[Mm!]” Yaupé nodded with a newfound spark of confidence. With Cara by his side, he knew that the two of them could get through anything this cave had to throw at them! And with that, and a quick “C’mon!” from Cara, the two started into the third and last tunnel in front of them.

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Leonie Luroon belongs to: @jaigeye !!

Eyre Brraven Belongs to: @circadianaa !!

(Thanks for letting me borrow your kids, besties! 💚)

The Bg’s are edited screencaps from The Clone Wars !!

[jessicas-pi]

Ok so continuing on from this slightly bonkers ramble, I give you: More Spur-Of-The-Moment Thoughts About The Bo And The Blueberry AU.

(for clarity, i'm splitting this up into rebels-era and mandoverse-era..)

rebels-era:

Due to the bad experiences he'd been through on the streets, Ezra was nonverbal for a long time. During his stay on Krownest, he would spend hours painting with Alrich and Sabine, because it made him feel heard even if he couldn't find the words to speak.

Bo-Katan said the adoption vows to Ezra on an impulse. She had just told him that she hadn't been able to save his parents, and he had started to cry. She had never thought of adopting him as her own son, but she changed her mind in that moment and never looked back.

Korkie and Ezra are cousins, but Korkie is honestly closer to an older-brother figure to him. Korkie was very interested in the Jedi when he was young, so he has the knowledge to help teach Ezra about the Force, and how to control and hide his powers. (When Ezra eventually gets the Darksaber, Korkie is his second-most vocal supporter. Bo-Katan is the only one who has him beat.)

When Ezra is about eight, Bo-Katan decides he does need some Jedi training, more than she and Korkie can provide, and sets out to find herself a Jedi who can teach this kid. She ends up on Gorse just in time to plummet headfirst into the plot of A New Dawn. Kanan, upon finding out what she wants, refuses to train Ezra. Bo-Katan is not so easily deterred. She makes a game out of finding Kanan and Hera, helping out on a mission, and then delicately pointing out just how many times she's saved their butts and they really owe her one and yknow Ezra could really use some Jedi lessons...

When Ezra is ten, Maul kidnaps him. Bo-Katan seeks out Kanan again--she knows she can't stop Maul on her own.

In this AU, Kanan defeats Maul, but Bo-Katan is the one to strike the killing blow. She may not be a Jedi, she may not have the Force, but she's a Mandalorian mom. Nobody hurts her boy and lives to tell the tale.

After his kidnapping, Ezra struggles with the Dark side, which gives Kanan the final push he needs to train Ezra. Ezra's recovery is difficult, but he pulls through and is brighter than ever.

Due to Kanan and Ezra training together, connections begin to form between the Mandalorian Resistance and the outside rebellion. By the time Ezra is a teenager, the two groups are cooperating fully.

Bo-Katan knows who Fulcrum is--she recognized the symbol as Ahsoka's face-marking.

Ezra built his first lightsaber with a kyber crystal he found in the Living Waters.

Ezra is much healthier, due to not having to scavenge for his food for most of his childhood. He hit a growth spurt when he was thirteen, shortly before he went to the Imperial Academy and reunited with Sabine. She says she's taller. He says they're the same height. They refuse to measure themselves together and settle it because they're both secretly afraid they're wrong. This is an ongoing argument for the next ten years.

Ezra and Sabine were both really surprised to meet each other at the Academy. I have a funny mental image in my head of them both taking off their helmets at the same time, doing a double take, and then just *spider-man pointing meme* "YOU!"

He was worried for a while that she would turn him in, either as a Force-sensitive or as a spy, but she eventually gave him a vaguely-worded hint that she was keeping his secrets for him.

Sabine still has a big falling-out with her family, but this time, since the Duchess was never used, it's more about the machine's creation itself (and Sabine's decision to run away to the Imperial Academy.) She ends up joining the Spectres for a little while before Hera convinces her to reconcile with her mother. Afterwards, Sabine (and her family) end up joining in with the Mandalorian Resisance.

Korkie, Ezra, Sabine, and Tristan earn the title of Gremlin Squad. Leia is an honorary member as well. Korkie is a lot older than them, but he has enough chaos energy to fit right in.

Ezra and Sabine spend about a year apart during their late teens. By the time they meet again, Ezra has started pulling his hair back. Sabine thanks the Force that she managed to handle the reunion normally because for the first minute and a half there was nothing in her brain except oh no ponytail hot

Thrawn is still purgilled, but since Ezra is a Mandalorian and has a jetpack, he's able to fly out of the window and doesn't get yoinked into the unknown with Thrawn.

mandoverse-era:

So, Mandoverse events take place about five years sooner than in canon. this is solely for the purpose of giving ezra a Chaotic 23 Year Old Who May Not Have His Life Figured Out But By Golly He Has A Laser Sword vibe.

(I've figured some more stuff out, so bear with me because I've changed up the part about Din's introduction from what I said yesterday.)

Luke has also become an honorary member of the Gremlin Squad at this point. He and Ezra met up and discussed their Jedi training. Ezra meets Ben Solo at some point too. He recognizes in the child the same Dark influences that Ezra himself went through after Maul took him, and helps the boy pull through. Ben never Falls, thus averting the events of the sequel trilogy. Luke is secretly a little jealous that Ben thinks his honorary uncle Ezra is cooler than his actual uncle Luke, to which Ezra says, "Aliit ori'shya tal'din."

With Luke's help, the Gremlin Squad becomes the Official Jedi Search-And-Rescue Club. They go looking for more Jedi survivors and invite them to Luke's Jedi school on Mandalore. (Cal and Merrin are some of the first to show up.)

This search for Jedi ends up leading Ezra and Tristan to the planet Arvala-7... mere days after Din Djarin has already retrieved Grogu (AKA the Jedi they were looking for.)

(Din is there early because Moff Gideon's inability to take over Mandalore has moved up the timeline on some other events.)

(Also, Moff Gideon still has the Darksaber, but in this AU, he didn't get it from Bo-Katan, since Bo never got it from Sabine, because Sabine never went to Dathomir, because the events of Visions and Voices never happened. Instead, Gideon got it from Morgan Elsbeth, who took it from Maul's creepy cave and passed it on to him so he could. like. flex on the mandalorians or something idk.)

Ezra and Tristan track Din, because they're worried about Grogu. They constantly follow him for, like, basically 1 1/2 seasons of The Mandalorian. They're always just slightly behind and keep showing up a tiny bit too late to get mixed up in Plot Events.

When Bo-Katan offers to bring Din and Grogu to her Jedi Mandalorian son, Din is not expecting to see one of the two Mandalorians who have been following him constantly. The misunderstanding takes a bit of explaining to clear up.

Oh yeah also. Ezra's response to Bo telling him that she insulted Din to his face when they first met was "Oh, so you're into him?" It was a joke, but the more he saw of the two of them together, the more he started to wonder if there might actually be something there.

When Grogu gets kidnapped, the (official) members of the Gremlin Squad join in the rescue.

After winning the Darksaber and reluctantly agreeing to be Mand'alor, Ezra decides not to live in the palace in Sundari. Mandalore is a dead planet, and a Jedi needs to live with the living. He sets up as Mand'alor on Kalevala, under Bo-Katan's guidance.

Sabine is Ezra's official advisor and Korkie is his PR guy, but Korkie is the one with actual good advice and Sabine is kind of a miracle worker for PR (when she tries. which is not often.) Bo points out that it would make sense to switch their titles, but Ezra thrives on chaos and so he refuses.

Ezra refuses to sit on his Mand'alor Throne in any remotely normal or dignified way. He slouches. He lounges. He sprawls. He sits upside-down. He does one-handed handstands. He and Korkie and Tristan all squeeze together and sit on the throne in identical sets of armor to mess with people. Ezra's Throne Antics are a source of constant exasperation for Bo.

Speaking of the throne, Sabine has claimed the armrest as her official Mand'alor Advisor seat. She thinks sitting there makes her look cool. and yknow what? She's right. It does make her look cool.

Oh yeah, also, nobody knows that Sabine is Ezra's advisor. She wears a plain set of armor, keeps her helmet on, and goes by an alias. This disguise is supposedly for security purposes, but it's actually to keep herself out of the gossip holomagazines. She gets enough attention just as acquaintances with Ezra... imagine what would happen if the press found out she was the one lounging on the armrest of his Mand'alor Throne!

Sabine is also Ezra's bodyguard. She volunteered enthusiastically and kind of begged for the position. Sabine takes a maniacal delight in ferreting out assassination attempts and turning the hunters into the hunted, so to speak. It's like if Kevin McCallister was homicidal.

The first time a Mandalorian clan leader proposes marriage to Ezra, Tristan laughs so hard he falls out of his chair.

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I have to leave for work now, but I'll probably ramble some more tonight!

[nicki0kaye]

random Kallus hc inspired by someone else's post #2

man he's gotta hate that he lost his bo-rifle to fucking Thrawn

like so the moral of the Honorable Ones to me was Kallus realizing he has nothing of value in his life--he has TWO personal items to his name; this fuckin glow rock and his bo-rifle which he has just learned is his by right. Regardless of what he did to Lasan, regardless of all the awful reasons he should never be accepted by any of his enemies, that fucking bo-rifle is his and no Honor Guard of Lasan can argue otherwise. There are a lot of reasons he turns on the Empire, but this is where it starts. The realization his life is so small and so empty, and he just limped back to it. Why? Why is this life worth living? And with more research, it stops being a selfish desire to ditch and becomes an informed hatred of the Empire, BUT

lets go back to that kernel of rebellion. Kallus' life is small and empty. He's got a Rock and Bo-Rifle. That's all that defines him outside his identity as a ISB officer.

He just acquired the Rock. He's been living with bo-rifle as his single defining trait for maybe a decade at this point. It's an extension of his beef with Lasat in general, which started on Onderon when one blew up his first Big Boy Mission. It makes sense he'd fixate on such a traumatic event but it's not JUST that. You don't get to have personal hobbies or a sense of fashion or really any kind of identity within the Empire outside who you personally want to fuck up. Kallus chose the Lasat and got fucking spiteful about it, which led him to the Siege of Lasan, where he won his bo-rifle.

but like, it's more than that. It isn't just hatred--if it were, I don't think Zeb would have gotten to him. I think that Kallus has had a buried respect for the Lasat for a long time, if only because of how much time and effort it took to win and then become proficient with the bo-rifle. Then there's the layer of it being the only true outlet for identity he's allowed. THEN there's the fact the bo-rifles are a Force weapon. They've got kyber crystals inside them. And I personally subscribe to the idea that everyone can sense the Force, thus be guided by the Force, it's just that not everyone can recognize what is intuition/one's own emotions and what is the Force, nevermind having an ability to influence other shit with the Force.

What I'm trying to say is I wanna believe Kallus bonded with his bo-rifle in a cosmic way. He is the Warrior, hunting the future; the Force always had plans for his ass and saw that a Force-conductive weapon made its way into his hands, that he then spent years becoming deadly with. That fucking weapon is connected to his soul.

and he lost it to Thrawn.

Thrawn didn't beat him in a fight while Kallus was armed with his bo-rifle, but he super beat his ass in a fight. Even if Kallus could argue he didn't earn the bo-rifle, Kallus couldn't retrieve it before having to gtfo. It's still somewhere on Thrawn's stupid ship--my assumption is that Thrawn goes and adds it to his collection of stolen artwork.

Regardless, Kallus doesn't have it anymore. This thing he poured what little identity he was allowed to maintain, years of hard work and practice and countless battles where he relied on it to keep him alive as his primary weapon, nevermind a Force connection, anyone would become attached to a weapon after years of service. This reminder of Lasan, this piece of history, its fucking gone now.

I don't think he'd think he's allowed to mourn that, considering all he's done, but you can't logic away your feelings, and now he's with a group of ppl who actively find that kind of coping pretty fucking unhealthy. At some point he's gonna have to process what that weapon meant to him and its not gonna be pretty.

imo, he gets a tat of it on the forearm of his dominant hand. He'd think about it for a long time but only go through with it after finally discussing all his mixed up feelings with Zeb, who would super approve of him paying his respects to a sacred fuckin weapon this way. It was his, by right, by soul, by will of the Ashla.

[moondyad]

idk what i was expecting when going into The Acolyte. i didn't really look into promotional material, just waited to watch the show blind, like i do with most media. Mae and Osha were very compelling characters to me. i loved watching a "twins are not the same person" story where as they grow up, even people with the same DNA can choose different paths. which kind of became ironic with the reveal at the end of the season haha. i'm actually so intrigued by Mae and Osha being the exact same person. i desperately want to know how that happened and why Mother Aniseya created/summoned them. that part of the story makes sense and is great to follow along with for me.

my one gripe remains the same. i still can't quite take Qimir seriously. it stems from my understanding of Star Wars. Sith are never portrayed as morally grey in Star Wars. that's a specific request from George Lucas. the Sith were always evil and selfish while the Jedi were always good and selfless. Lucas always despised "grey Jedi" in the legends canon and didn't consider them true to the major canon. interjecting before someone gets mad, i love morally grey characters! i love people taking Lucas's characters and amplifying their grey qualities! however, as i understood it, no Star Wars media would ever show Sith or Jedi as morally grey (unless they were in the process of changing sides or something) due to it conflicting with the core values of those groups and Lucas's vision for them. so, when the goofball side character was revealed to be the big bad Sith i was ??? because it was to my understanding that Sith don't act like comic relief characters or show mercy. apparently this reveal only blindsided me, because i saw a lot of people who claimed to have picked up on it after his first or second scene. blinded by my understanding of the lore, I wrote Qimir off and was waiting for someone darker, more sinister to show their hand. i don't mind this series being the first to show morally grey Jedi and Sith. i love that Sol was so blinded by his righteousness that he could only see a path forward in which he removed one or both girls from their family and way of life. that's crazy! Sol was either on a path to becoming a Sith or staying light enough that he might have lead a splinter group from the Jedi Order, and either option would have been fascinating to watch. i feel like we haven't learned enough about Qimir yet to have his reveal felt earned. Sol's devastating past actions were earned! we got to know him how he is now and the absolute love he holds for Osha despite it being his biggest weakness. all we know is Qimir now. so i guess that's why the goof to Sith feels so sudden and the morally grey actions don't feel earned. i think Osha joining him was super fast-paced and didn't really feel earned either. i feel like he didn't challenge her beliefs enough. Mae did a better job at that than Qimir did. why didn't she just run off with Mae and not choose either side? she got a sick scene where she bled a kyber crystal and the blade turned red, but that alone doesn't make you a Sith. especially since this seems to be the morally grey Sith/Jedi series. what i need from the second season, if there is one, is way more of a focus on Qimir. i need his morality to have felt earned, just like how Osha's and Sol's were.

also insane how Vernestra just swept everything under the rug. another morally grey Jedi to add to the collection.

[echoedcrosshairs]

Those Who Fight Together - part 2

Summary: Smut with a story, Reaper and the Batch make a pit stop that goes wrong followed with some smut that causes a small rift.

Characters: Reaper x Hunter

Warning: NSFW, Crude language, Violence, PiV, Self pleasuring, Smutty Smut smut, maybe eventual poly?

Word Count: 6k

18+ NSFW NO MINORS

Part 1 Part 3

Story Master List

0700 came to early, the alarm woke you up with a mild head ache which you rarely had. You rubbed your temples and sat up which definitely didn't help. Taking a deep breath you stood and grabbed one of the water containers. You sipped on it while looking for the med bag.

"What are you looking for?" Crosshair said emphasizing every word.

"Med bag, I got a migraine."

"It's in the Cockpit," emphasizing the C, "Tech will be able show you."

"Thanks, Scrawny."

If he was going to try to get under your skin you were going to try to get under his skin. He sneered at you, it definitely worked. You laughed and stepped away from him heading towards the cockpit. He was right Tech was in the cockpit reading his datapad and eating.

He looked up and actually looked at you, "yes?"

"Migraine patch?"

"Sit," he stood up and pointed to where he was sitting.

He started digging around in the medical drawer, he planned out a scanner and a few patches. You rolled your eyes but sat down, figures since clone force 99 didn't have an assigned medic that he would also be preforming most of that role. Thankfully your pajamas didn't have sleeves so it was easy for him to run his test. It was nice to see him not as weirded out possibly acting like his regular self.

"You are severely dehydrated, malnourished and have a fracture in your right leg".

"The leg is fine if you've read my medical report, that is in every finding."

"Indeed it is, do you wish for me to fix it?"

"No, I earned that scar fair and square."

"It could be a hinderance during battle-"

"If you fix it, I will refracture it. Do you understand me Commando" you said with grinded teeth.

"As I do not have the rank of medic, I will have to accept that," he said cool as a dead star.

"I got it when I retrieved my Kyber Crystal, it was my lesson. To prevail even through weakness."

"Ah. Understandable, here is the patch for your head and hydration. I'll make you something decent to eat."

"Thank you," you said feeling your head pulse but this time there was also something more.

You switch to sitting on top of table. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. There is was again the little tug. It couldn't have been the artifact from this far. You reach your arm out to poke around in the force.

Tech was in the tiny make shift kitchen, through together some rations into what looked like edible food. He was still trying to figure out how to act around her given the indecent position he found her in with some reg in the shady back room of the 79. What vexed him even further was the regs taking bets on the subject, for a Jedi she was nothing like compared to them. Even looking over the data on file for the other Jedi, they were all proper and traditional. Her armor portrayed her as a soldier yet Jedi were suppose to be peacekeepers but she seemed anything but. He'd heard rumors of secret temple guards, but with out data he couldn't be certain which was a feeling he has aversions too. Tech was lost in thought until the food was nearly scolding hands, "kark."

"That was amusing to watch," Crosshair said chewing on a tooth pick.

Crosshair rarely ever sees his brother distracted by anything, Tech was always the one who kept it together no matter one.

"Is it the General?" Crosshairs voice was rigid, ever since they were assigned to help her it had been nothing but a mess.

Crosshair took the toothpick out of his mouth and flicked at the garbage, the one end of it splintering as it hit the wall. She aggravated him, there was only room for one arrogant snark on this ship and it wasn't her.

"I'm indifferent about the General, just questioning whether she should have been the Jedi assigned to this mission. She's... different."

"Should have just left without her," Crosshair said sulking off to go to his bunk.

Tech adjusted his googles and headed back to the cockpit with the food. He found her sitting on the tumbling to her self. Tech grabbed his helmet and turned down his visor to translate what she was saying. He took a step back when it started translating Sith.

"Find the grave, the answer buried in tomes long forgotten and find find find the book bound in bone".

He watched as she screamed clinging her head fell limp on the table. Tech ran into action partially action ribbing off the med door off to get it open. While he was hooking her up to every gadget he had Hunter and Echo ran in. Hunter walked up to her and placed a hand on her forehead, it was burning to the touch and she was clamly.

"What's going on Tech?" His voice was full of worry.

"I don't have much information to go off of but it seemed she was speaking to the Sith Artifact we are after."

"Sith?!" Echo said curling his nostrils in disgust.

"It didn't seem she was aware of what was happening, she just kept repeating it. I would forgo any judgement until she wakes up."

"We need to get her cooled off."

"We don't have a walk in cooler."

"Toss her in the shower," Wrecker said taking up the door way space.

"Excellent idea, get out of the way," Tech said scooping her up, then he looked down to realize she was in warming clothes. He let out a groan set her down on the bathroom floor.

"Excuse me, this is a private matter," Tech said closing the refresher door and locking it.

He quickly removed her garment and tossed them on the floor, he put her in the stall gently and turned on the cold water. He turned as to not further look, folded her garments and put them on the counter. Thanks to his design the shower couldn't seen with in the frame of the door. He exited the bathroom and meet his brother standing outside waiting.

"Why aren't you in there with her?"

"She is bare in the shower, I can just as well monitor her vitals from here," he said lifting the datapad and staring at it.

"You undressed her?" Echo said in completed shock.

"Unfortunately her clothing was an unseen variable that retains heat. For her to cool down in optimal time they had to be removed. Speaking of which, should be soon," he said watching her heart rate and thermal temperature come down steadily.

"How do we know she's not traitor? A sith artifact" Crosshair growled.

You wake in the shower, your head still spinning you pulled yourself up. Must contact the Jedi Council. You barely make it to the door before it automatically opens.

"Out of my way, have to tell..." you said your head spinning more, "the artifact is..." you fell hard on your knees "sith" and blacked out.

Tech turned around to cover her before all of his brothers gawked and took her back into the bathroom. Echo ever the gentleman covered his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Blindly reached down and grabbed Techs datapad.

"Do you need your pad," Echo said knocking on the door.

"Thank you," Tech said opening the door and grabbing it then quickly relatching the door.

"Wow she's hot," Wrecker said rubbing his skull with one hand.

Crosshair flicked a toothpick at his chest, staring up at him, "Not another karking word about it," his eyes slitted at the big man.

"We're all thinking it right?" Wrecker said.

"She is a Jedi and you're superior. Use you that little brain of yours."

"Knock it off you two," Hunter said stepping in between them.

"It's not my fault she walked out here," Wrecker said trying to defend himself.

"Doesn't mean you have to comment on it," Echo.

Tech dressed her carefully, painfully careful not to wake her back up. At least the conclusion could be made she didn't know the artifact she was after was Sith. However if she could feel it's presence from all the way out here, who else could?

A small knock on the door caught Tech's attention, "How is she?" Hunters voice came from the other side.

Tech finished putting her shirt back on and unlocked the door and let him in, "Still unconscious but stable."

"I'll take her to her room, inform the Jedi about what happened."

Tech nodded as Hunter took her into his arms. The rest of his brothers were still standing out there, and silenced themselves when he walked out with her. Hunter shoved aside the covers of her bed and laid her down, not sure if he should cover her in case she got warm again. He started stroking her hair as she started mumbling to her self. It wasn't often Hunter could smell fear but it rolled off of her like the oceans of Kamino, strong and unyielding. Whatever that artifact is scared her to death.

Tech came back in with a holo of Yoda, "Leave us," Yoda said looking softly down at the young Master.

They left the room but stood outside the door, "Are we even equipped to handle something that dangerous?" Tech asked.

"No, but it is something that we have to do. Let's go see how the others feel about it."

They were sitting at the table, "What are we suppose to do? We can't just waste time by dropping her off and let the separatists get their hands on it," Echo said arguing with Crosshair.

"And if it kills her in the process?"

"I am prepared for that."

Hunter was caught off guard but her stealth approach. She unclipped her the lightsaber at her side and switched it on to reveal a bright yellow saber.

Tech stood up and got closer and looked at it, "Fascinating," he said typing notes into his pad.

You switched off your saber and returned it to your belt, "We have to retrieve it or destroy it. It's the will of the Council."

"I get to blow stuff up?" Wrecker said excitedly.

"If we have too, implode a planet even," you said with a smug shrug.

"I don't think I have anything that powerful on the ship," Tech said pulling up the ships manifest looking at all of the explosives on their list.

"I brought it, it should be in that silver box I had you load up last."

"What-" Tech said heavily caught off guard "We're sleeping next to a planet imploder? That information would have been good to know if case of  fire fight."

The tiredness was coming back, and you slumped yourself against the door frame, "Didn't wanna worry you guys if I didn't have too. Also if one of you gentleman could help me back to room."

"I gotcha," Crosshair eyed Wrecker as he picked you up, his blood mildly boiling.

"Thanks big boy," you said patting him.

"No problem."

You could feel your legs want to squirm while he was holding you, all the muscle and strength was definitely peaking your interest. It took all your self restraint not to try to keep him in bed with you. It was cute the little wave he did while exiting your room. You waved back with a small stupid grin and made the door lock, you realized maybe you should have gone one more round with that trooper before being stuck here for who know how long. The tension was already down there, you sighed in frustration staring up at the ceiling as you noticed the little wet spot in your underwear. Between Hunter's senses and Wreckers strength you couldn't tell which aroused you more or maybe even Tech's mind.

"Fine," you mumbled propping your self to slide off your pajama pants, reminding yourself that tech did have to take this off you and put them back on and your underwear.

You remember Tech mention Hunter being able to smell your dalliance wondered if he could smell you or only if you had a partner mess up your PH. You discarded both on the floor next to you. You laid back down, pulling the blanket over you just in case the lock malfunctioned or something. Letting your fingers trailed down, you were indeed soaked wetness covered completed around your hole. You picked up some of with your finger and brought it to your clit, wishes it was Hunters tongue with Wrecker holding you down. More warmth gushed out at that thought, you started circling your shelf and alternated with long strokes, your breathing deepen and your walls were basically squishing against themselves wishing for something to be in there.

"K-k-kark," you let out plunging your fingers, your hips tilted downward letting your legs opener a little more.

You bit down on your other hand to keep quiet as you stroked the inside of yourself especially playing with that little ridge on the top. Your legs started locking as they were trying to keep from rattling the bed. The additional pressure helped the finally ledge as more liquid squirted out and the attention started to subside. You released the finger you were biting down on to feel your heart race.

Hunter sat playing Dejarik with Echo trying to keep his mind of the fact they were traveling with a bomb that could wipe out a planet and that the leader of the mission was the most attractive woman he'd ever seen. His nostrils flared a little bit picking up the new smell on the ship, he excused himself from the game saying he needed food as he beat his brother. Again. He made his up towards her quarters. It was a mild citrus sweet smell. "Oh" he mumbled quietly when it hit him what she was doing in there. It wasn't like the smell from yesterday, it was softer. He noticed the food Tech set outside her door, he was mentally scolding himself but he just had to be sure.

He tapped on the door, "Wrecker forgot to bring in your food."

"One second," you said scrambling to pick your pants and panties up from the floor and wiping off your soaked pruned fingers. You waved your hand to unlock the door and hid your wrinkled hand with the one with tiny bite marks on, "come in."

Either Hunter had the best poker face or he couldn't tell, you let out a soft breath as he walked in. You looked at the bowl as he set it down, thick imitation pog soup... more like stew.

"Better than rations at least."

"Thank you," you said looking up at him.

Hunter looked at her, noticing her pants slightly sitting out of her blankets. It was painfully obvious that she was trying to hide it. He looked down at her hand and saw the tiny grooves where her teeth had been. He coughed to try to hide the noise that wanted to come out.

"Well, I'll leave you to eat. At 1100 we're taking a  Ifdetour to see if one of our informants have any intel on what we're after," he said excusing himself from the room.

His codpiece felt a little tight against him, he looked down to it raised silently. He grunted at himself to for doing that knowing it was a bad idea but he couldn't get the scent out of his nose and knew that the bulge was only going to get harder to hide. No one was in the refresher and decided it was probably for the best if he relieved himself. He closed the door and he quickly striped himself of his armor because it rubbing painfully into his crotch. His face tingled remembering where she touched it to examine his tattoo. He turned on the warm water, letting it settle him before grabbing his twitching cock, it felt so wrong, she was a Jedi but oh so very attractive and smelled so sweet. He played with the tip a little to tease him self, juice was already coming out. Hunter groaned, it hadn't been this bad since he was a teenager. He tightened his jaw and firmed his gripped on his dick and stroked him self. His core tightened with every stroke causes his stomach to suck in little by little, he knew it was just about to be a huge load.

When Hunter left you stuck your clean finger in the wanna be soup and tasted it, it was good even better even. It was cold but still good. You picked up the bowl to see the mess you made and the white spot streaking your legs. There is no way he didn't smell that. You slipped your pants back on and made your way to the refresher. You heard the shower running and could feel Hunters presence on the other side. Thankfully the head and the shower had a curtain between them, you pushed up the door. Why didn't he lock it? I mean I guess being around your brothers for so long there was probably nothing you haven't seen before.

"Do you mind if I use the head?" You called

"Sure" Hunter said his voice extremely labored.

You walked in and shut the door, "Hunter... We're you masturbating?" Slyness spilling out.

"Just hurry up," Hunter said, frustration slipping out.

You walked over quietly and still heard him slowly stroking it, you smirked and walked over the to the head and starting wiping yourself up. On purposely taking a long time to annoy him and edge him.

"Can you seriously hurry up?" More frustration in his voice.

You stood up and walked over to the shower and quickly pulled the curtain back, to see his cock in his hand and wet hair slicked back. You whistled at him, the bad batch is definitely slightly larger then the regular troopers.

"It's only fair since I apparently walked out naked earlier," you teased staring down at his hand which quit moving.

"This is highly inappropriate," Hunter said staring down at you.

"Were you thinking of me when you touch yourself? I didn't know how strong your sense of smell was. I do apologize for that," your voice cooing.

"It's... fine now can you leave so I can finish my business."

"Or I could finish your business as an apology," you stepped in letting his dick lay against your stomach staring up at him, "Now do you want my hole or my mouth."

Hunters body betrayed him, as still as he tried being her words made his dick twitch and even more precum escaped getting on her shirt. He reach out quickly to wipe it before taking a step back from her and turned off the shower. He sighed, angry at him self for not bothering to lock the door or the fact that he edged himself longer then he meant to instead of letting it out like he should have. He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself.

"The need will pass, I can't deal with this right now, I'll see you at 1100," Hunter said leaving.

You took a deep breath, whatever you mumbled and guided yourself back to your room. Mediation always helped you clear your head, as much as you hated the level of calm in brought it right now it was needed.

"I am one with the and the force is with me," you repeated to your self again and again until a page for you came apparently it was 1100.

"Excellent, one moment," you said cutting off the page.

The icy clarity of mediation always enhanced your senses yet seemed to take away part of who you are. You dug out your white and gold robes out and traditional mask, and put a gold slip over your hair to cover it. The informant was going to talk to one way or another. You grabbed your light and attached it, business and pleasure can not mix you told yourself.

You followed the door out of the ship into a desert like planet, you folded your hands in front letting the sleeves of the garment engulf your hands; "Proceed, we need that information."

"What's up with her?" You heard Wrecker attempt to whisper.

"Someone got rejected" Crosshair said with a short laugh.

You're hand flew out faster then you could think and knocked him off balance causing him to trip forward and fall on one knee, "Next time I won't be so kind," you said returning your hand to your sleeve.

Echo and Hunter passed uncomfortable looks to each other, but stayed quiet. Hunter blamed himself for the drastic change but wondered if it was just for appearances incase anyone was watching. Echo didn't under stand why the most free person he knew changed, but the look on Hunters face kind of said why. They passed in silence through the city to the little slum bar in the outskirts. Looked around to see a lot of random slummy looking people making deals on the outskirt tables.

"We're looking for a... Majik" Hunter said turning to find his contact sitting a large empty table waiting for with a round of drinks.

"Why don't you sit?" Majik said motioning to the open chair.

"I do not sit, now proceed with the information."

"All work no play, all of you are same Jedi. Bleh, I'm not surprised. Fine, here" he said slipping a data chip towards Hunter.

Hunter took out a small container and placed it on the table. Using the force, you opened the box to reveal a case of explosive, closed it and pushed towards Majik.

"How do we know that this information is good?" You asked.

"Majik's information is always good."

"Not this time," you said playing the info chip to into your hand looking at the barely noticeable mark that showed it was empty, "It's empty."

You snapped the chip in half but Majik had already grabbed the bombs, "Fool."

Everyone behind us was pointing blasters at us, "I think you were the fool, Jedi."

"I am no Jedi, I am the Collector and that is it. Good nor evil," beheading him and switching on the second side of my saber

"Dang it I liked him," Wrecker said putting his Helmet back on.

Blasters started firing, "Get out of here," you yelled at him as you deflecting the fire.

"We don't leave our own behind," Hunter shouted.

"That is an order Sergeant, protect the ship at all cost!"

Kark, Hunter remembered the bomb on the ship, "Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair get to the ship and take the explosives. Echo and I will stay with the General."

"You are in direct violation of an order Sergeant!"

"What if we need a Jedi to reach the artifact?" Hunter said taking out one of the shooters.

"Fine, I'll deal with your insubordination when we get back to the ship," you said tossing your saber letting it spin and take out several of the shooters allowing the three to get out of the building.

The saber returned to your hand and dragged one of the shooters in the air with force choking, "Who are you working for," you said with gritted teeth.

"Like I'd tell you," he said, squished.

"Who are you work for?" You said to the next one as she shot you in the shoulder, it grazing the top of your arm and then you squeezed her harder.

"Dooku," she said dropping her blaster to claw at the invisible hands on her throat.

"Thank you, come we must get to the ship," you said dropping her, alive, "if the rest of you stand down, I'll let you live."

The shooters stared at each other realizing there was only three of them left. They nodded and put down their blasters and put their hands on their head.

"You're just going to let them live?" Echo exclaimed.

"We got what we needed. Come," you said heading towards the toward.

Echo rolled his eyes but put his weapon back in his holster. He looked at the carnage lining the floor then at the three survivors, not sure if they should be more scared of her or Count Dooku. Echo watched their back but they didn't try to any thing. He stopped in horror was Reapers saber was pointed at Hunter.

"Do you understand the position you put me in?Next time listen so I can preform my duties without fail or you will be court marshaled. You have to trust my judgement" you said returning your saber to your belt, anger laced your voice, "Your brothers could have ran into a trap and could have died. You put them at risk by disobeying, Hunter. You are all stronger together than as individuals, don't forget that," your voice fading to weak pleading.

"Yes General," he said turning away and walking towards his brother's and ships.

Good to know she's still feisty under all of that tradition, Hunter felt slightly about earlier. Hopefully she wore that outfit instead of her regular armor because she knew it was a trap but he couldn't be sure. He walked back into the ship to find Tech ready to take off.

"I take it was successful?"

"Count Dooku flipped our informant."

"At this rate I'm not surprised, ready for take off?"

"Let's get out of here before the clankers arrive."

Hunter turned and headed towards the generals room, entering without knocking," What the Sith's Hell was that about?" Interrupting her mediating. She was very obviously ignoring him. He walked up and grabbed her by the shoulder staring down into her mask eyes. She still didn't say anything and that feeling in his core returned, he removed her mask and casted to the floor.

"After that little stunt, do you think I want you?" You said provokingly.

"You forget I can smell it and hear your heart rate," Hunter whispered in your ear, "Now do you want my mouth or my dick, because this attitude has to go," he said pushing you down on the bed with one hand, then untying your robe but not opening it, "It's your choice."

"How would do it?" you whispered.

Hunter smiled, got up to lock the door with the panel and the latch on the frame. He looked down see to see his armor wasn't fitting. He dropped his armor with the exception kept his body glove on, still a little restricting but better. He watched as she sat up to finish removing her room, he eyed every curve patiently ever getting slightly harder with each second.

After discarding your robes and under garments you laid back on the bed watching his expression, and the same tightness return to see jaw. On purposely laid down putting your favorite features on display for him. He put himself between you, his black under garment still on.

"To confirm, that is a yes a right?" He asked softly.

"Yes."

He kissed you softly running his finger through your hair, "You smell delicious," bringing his nose to your neck leaving kiss down it. Letting his hand trial to your breast as he continued to kiss down your chest and stomach. He bought his mouth back up to your nipple and started sucking on it, letting his teeth graze it while he let his hand moved down towards the wet part of you. His fingers went in with very little resistance. Without receiving anything in return he let out a moan as we started petting your insides, desperately trying to coax an orgasm out of you.

"N-neck," you breathed bringing one hand to fell the arm he was using to hold himself up, "Faster."

He brought his mouth to your neck, alternating between kissing and light sucking near the collarbone. Moans escaped you, hopefully not audible enough for everyone else to heard but Hunter didn't seem to care. He just kept playing with that little ridge inside causing you to squeeze around his fingers. Your fingers dug into his muscle when he looked at you with a little twitch of a smile.

"Cum for me," he whispered staring at you,

"Hunter," you moaned not breaking the gaze but letting your hips do the talking as they twitched and tightened, "Fark," you moaned louder as he kept stroking as you orgasmed on his fingers.

As soon as you were done, he removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth while making a display of licking each one off, "You do taste as good as you smell."

He took stood up to finally take off his black garments, exposing his muscles and excitement. He moved himself on top of you putting your hand on the tattoo side of his face. Gently he moved your leg a little more to the side, grabbing your hip and plunging himself into you. He let out muffled moaned.

"Do you want me to be gentle?" He asked.

"How would you do it?" You asked again in a sultry voice.

He leaned down taking a bite of the bottom of your neck, purposely trying to leave a mark and then another one... and another one, "Bet these will make them jealous."

"W-h-o?" You tried to say between his hard thrust.

"Haven't you seen how the rest of the squad looks at you? Now just enjoy this," Hunter said lifting both your legs on to his shoulders and repositioning his hands next to your neck, pressing you deeply and forcibly.

You squirmed as he almost pulled all the way out and then slammed all of the way back in squishing himself against your cervix with his length. He was barely starting to sweat when you came again. He let out a little growl. You brought your hand to his chest and scraped your nails down his chest, causing deep red marks.

"Farkkk" he slammed into you and you felt the internal twitching of his cock squirting into you, "Didn't mean too.." added leaning his head down.

"I wouldn't mind if you did it again," you said pulling his chin up to look at you, "besides it the best place to put it," you felt a little bit of push its way out. So he didn't finish relieving himself earlier.

He carefully put your legs down and pulling him self out of you, "You still smell as sweet" looking down, bringing his hand back to the mess he made in you. He remember the smell of you when you were done with that reg... still sweet but off.

You gasp as he shoved three fingers back into you, twisting viciously as he hammered it in and out. This time he was even more rough than he was with his dick. You remember Tech saying he could smell you... did you smell weird after the reg came in you? The bed started squeaking more at his force. Before you had time to register it his dick slammed back into you, even harder then his fingers. You came to the conclusion there wasn't going to be any walking after thing for a while and you we're definitely going to have bruises down there.

"Biologically... a... perfect... match," he moaned gripping the side of the mattress flatting it in his grasp, and he came again taking you with him.

You could feel the cum running out and pooling under you. He leaned down and rested his head on yours, intimate and caring. His hair fell covering both of your faces.

"Sorry, it's just... rare for the smell not to change. I hope I didn't hurt you."

You touched his face bringing your nose to his "There is no way in Sith’s Hell, I’m walking with in the next hour.”

“I am only half sorry, you did threaten me with your saber earlier. Do you want me to clean you up and grab some patches?” He said running his fingers over the tender bruises he left.

“If you really feel like facing them.”

“I’ll be right back…” he said looking down at the mess I made of abdomen.

“You use my robes, they need to be washed anyway.”

“I’m going to hell for this,” he said picking up and wiping himself off.

You let out a giggle making more of the cum trickle out. He noticed and put the robe under you to soak up what it could. When Hunter left you wrapped the top part of your blanket around your self.

Hunter ran his finger through his hair combing it back so he could put his bandanna back on. He found his brothers gawking at him he turned the corner into the cockpit and opened the med kit grabbing an array of patches.

“What we’re you thinking?” Crosshair said shoving his brother into the wall, “Do you know what you just did?” His fist slammed into the wall above.

“He obviously wasn’t thinking with his intelligent brain that is for certain, but his action can not be undone. Fighting about it isn’t going to make the situation better.”

“Why are you so mad?” Hunter said squinting his eye at his brother.

“You might have just compromised this mission and this squad if word got out, for what? A quick-“ Wrecker cut off Crosshair by pulling him back.

“It is highly unlikely that she put this squad in any unreasonable danger, we are “defective” clones thanks to our deviant nature it would more then likely get added to the list of the reasons the Regs hate us. If anything she put herself at risk for having relations with one of us, however given her deviant nature and the prior knowledge of sleeping with regs, I’m not sure if she’ll even face any back lash from the council.”

“Is that still a risk your willing to take, Hunter?” Crosshair said reaching out and shoving his brother again with one finger, pointedly on where the exposed scratches were on his chest.

“She could have had me confined to my bunk and court marshaled when we got back, I think I picked the lessor of the two evils. Now excuse me,” Hunter said shoulder checking his brother walking by.

He walked back into her room with his brothers words digging into him, did he really mean if he picked the lesser of the two evils or did he genuinely have a connection with her. He remembered her walking out of the back room of the 79 with a huge blush on her face staring after the reg, the jealousy he felts. He didn’t bother to knock, he found her curled up in her blanket asleep. He sat on the side of the bed untangling her, she sleepily wiped her eyes.

“Sorry I think I may have fallen asleep,” her voice as very sleepy.

“Let me put the patches on and you can go back to sleep for now.”

She made a little mhm noise and barely managed to stay awake through him warming up each patch with the heat of his hands before applying it. He replaced the robe with a warm towel and we wrapped her in the blanket. As quietly as he could he picked his armor and headed towards his bunk, depositing his armor in his trunk before laying down staring at the ceiling. Tech appeared with tube of banta gel offering it to him.

“If you’re here to scold me,” Hunter said taking the tube.

“I’m not, it is an instinct and with your heightened senses I’m not surprised it’s part of your deviant nature as the two are connected.”

“Have you ever..?” Hunter asked wincing at the touch of the Banta gel on his chest.

“Yes and no, I have felt it but never acted on it; with my superior mind I am above such behavior. Get some sleep, I’ll check on her patches in a little bit.”

Hunter sighed, it did make him feel better but didn’t like the idea of him checking. It was just physical after fight attraction… right? It would wear off. Hunter cursed but allowed himself to try sleep off to try to wear off his whatever that was, he rather have been next to her but he didn’t want to wake her up and possibly make things worse.

[buffshipper8490]

Rated Mature

Chapter Summary

The Resistance plans to break through the transmission blockade on Coruscant with an ancient beacon at the Jedi Temple while Poe offers to help Rey find the hidden Sith planet Exegol...

Excerpt

Poe watched as Resistance leadership filed into the briefing room, his gut churning. He shouldn’t have been nervous, not when the faces were so familiar, all the people with whom he’d spent the last couple years rebuilding since Crait, earning back the trust and confidence he’d lost in those days after the evacuation of their old base on D'Qar. He knew all of their stories by heart, the families lost and homeworlds overrun by the First Order.

Not to mention that he’d been to thousands of these over the years. Only this time, it was his show to run, with Leia looking on from the back of the room.

Once everyone had gathered around, Poe took a deep breath. It was now or never.

He hit a button, and a hologram of the First Order Capitol sprang to life over the table.

“As you know,” he started, and the whole room sat up and paid attention. "The First Order has silenced all communication between neighboring systems. The source of the blockade is a transmission jammer located deep in the First Order capitol on Coruscant, here.”

Poe hit another button, and the hologram zoomed in on a cube in the heart of the Capitol. “So far, we’ve been unable to find a weakness. No thermal exhaust port, no oscillator. In other words, they’re on to us.”

He gave the room a wry smile, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught Leia smiling at him in response from the back of the room. A tip of her head urged him on.

“While our forces are still too depleted to mount a direct assault, we think we found an alternative," Poe keyed in a new code, and the Capitol was replaced by a rendering of a five-spired building.

“Here, in the Jedi Temple, lies an analog system back from the days of the Old Republic.” Another click brought them to a closeup of the machine, an ancient contraption powered by a kyber crystal-- like a lightsaber. “A small team will activate the beacon, and we’ll be able to summon the galaxy to war.”

The hologram lit up, a beam of light bursting through the center of the temple to link with hundreds of planets above, creating a web of connections spanning the entire known galaxy.

“And when they succeed, we’ll be ready," Poe concluded.

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[burnwater13]

Boba Fett standing over the body of Cad Bane, holding his gaderffi stick, on a street in Mos Espa. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Calendar by DateWorks.

Fennec had taken the trouble to describe the scene to Grogu. He wasn’t sure why or how she even knew what had happened. She wasn’t there. At least she wasn’t supposed to be there… you never really knew with Fennec. Grogu hadn’t asked her the story. He had accepted the Daimyo’s version of what happened. He and Cad Bane fought and Bane lost. Enough said, right?

But not according to Fennec Shand. 

“Kid, you need to understand what life’s like in this galaxy. At some point in your life you may have to do the same thing with the Mandalorian… your Mandalorian that is. When the apprentice outgrows their master the end is rarely pretty.”

“Is that what happened with you, Fennec?” 

Phew. Grogu was glad that his dad showed up at that moment.

“No. I never needed a master. I was born this way.” She cackled at him and pretended to hear the Daimyo call for her and was out of the room before Grogu could ask her how that was possible. 

“Don’t worry about what Fennec told you. I’m sure in the history of the Jedi, the apprentice didn’t have to take on their master that way.”

His dad seemed awfully sure of that, but Grogu didn’t know how to break it to him. The Jedi had a bit of that same problem, although they never advertised it that way. And, it wasn’t always about the apprentice fighting their master directly. Nope, sometimes they were just the cause of the problem that caused the master’s problems, some of which they didn’t… uh… survive. 

“Come on, kid. Peli wants us to stop by the shop. Apparently the pit droids found something that they think you should have.”

Yippee! Grogu loved spending time with the pit droids and with Peli, of course. The droids had probably found him a pretty pebble or something along those lines. They knew he had a collection of little colorful stones. He kept hoping that one day he’d find a kyber crystal so he could make his own lightsaber. This might just be that day. 

Grogu was perfectly ready to just think about the possibility of building his own lightsaber and what a meaningful event that would be. For Jedi, when you built your lightsaber the first time (looking at you Obi-Wan Kenobi) it meant that you were ready to be someone’s padawan. He guessed that was like being an apprentice. You would be assigned to a master. A person who would be responsible for teaching you everything they knew about the galaxy, the order, and how to live in balance and be a good person and Jedi. 

As the Mandalorian brought him over to the speeder bike they had borrowed from Peli, who knows how long ago, Grogu sighed. Din Djarin wasn’t a Jedi. He couldn’t teach Grogu how to be a Jedi. And Luke… well… Luke had been a pretty good padawan, but the problem was he wasn’t the right padawan for Grogu. That was strange right? Grogu wasn’t technically a Jedi master because he hadn’t been anyone’s padawan, unless you counted what he and Master Beq managed to do when they left the Jedi Temple. 

But Luke wasn’t really a Jedi master either. Sure, he had two lightsabers, just like Ahsoka, but he hadn’t built either one of them. He’d been gifted them. That was sort of like being gifted the Darksaber.  According to the Armorer the Darksaber had to be won in battle to be meaningful. That demonstrated that you actually had the skills and temperament to wield it properly. Just finding it laying around on the ground and picking it up didn’t count. 

Was that why Daimyo Fett had been able to defeat Cad Bane? He’d used his gaderffi stick according to Fennec. From the stories that the Daimyo had shared with Grogu, he’d earned the right to make that weapon based on how he’d helped his tribe fight their enemies, including that sand-beast that had attacked a child. It made sense to Grogu. The Daimyo had displayed the discipline and patience and perseverance necessary to live the harsh life that Tatooine offered it’s native people. It made sense that those skills would help him in a battle against a person who cared about absolutely no one. 

But where did that leave Grogu? He wasn’t a Mandalorian. He wasn’t a Jedi. He was just a small person who collected shiny pebbles and tried to do his best to help folks. He supposed being a helper was a good thing. He wondered if Tarre Vizsla had worried about stuff like that too? He had been a Jedi and a Mandalorian and he’d had to figure out what to do. As Grogu recalled, the ancient Jedi-lorian had returned to Mandalore to support his family and his clan. 

Ha! That was right! Grogu had a clan of his own. The Mudhorn clan. A Clan of Two. He and Din Djarin were two frogs in that pond, ‘bound by their past and committed to their future’ (Grogu had seen that on a brochure at Peli’s shipyard for a brand of ion-thrusters).  Yippee!

“Hey, buddy, are you comfortable?”

The Mandalorian had just tucked Grogu into the saddle bag on the speeder bike.

Grogu nodded his head and replied ‘Patu’, which meant ‘of course I’m fine, let’s go!’. 

This is the Way. Of course it is! Right?

[antianakin]

(Weird lightsaber headcannon) CW TUSKEN RAIDER MASSACARE IN AOTC

I think all Kyber crystals want to like, help their owner emotionally, and somewhat think like their owner. That's how anakin still somehow had a blue saber instead of red through the clone wars and most of the prequels. Since the jedi and the crystals work as partners, maybe the crystal was telling him to stop, and calming him down? Didn't work either way, Tusken genocide still happened.

Racist anakin with racist kyber crystal /j

That's... one way to view the kyber crystals.

I don't think I've ever really seen them as quite that sentient, personally. I know that the Jedi do connect with the crystals in the cave, obviously, but we also know that the Jedi are perfectly capable of using spare lightsabers when necessary and seem to just have spares lying around since they bring two to Geonosis to hand off to Anakin and Obi-Wan in the arena (and it's very lucky that they had two since theoretically none of the Jedi who showed up would have known Anakin would be there given he was literally ordered not to be there). They don't KEEP those lightsabers, but they work for both Obi-Wan and Anakin just fine throughout that entire battle and the battle with Dooku later. Anakin fucks with Ahsoka's lightsabers and apparently either puts in totally new crystals or changes them enough to make them blue and Ahsoka seems perfectly fine with this. Obi-Wan even uses one of Ventress's sabers with seeming ease when he has to fight Maul and Savage. Luke uses that same saber that massacred the Tuskens and the Jedi and never seems to have any issues.

So I don't know that the crystals necessarily SPEAK to their owners.

I think I tend to see them more as like... reflections of their owners in as much as the Jedi spend a lot of time meditating with the sabers and using them while in situations where emotions are high. And just like those kinds of things can literally bleed into the walls around you (like Leia being able to feel echoes of Maul and his fight with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon in the Naboo hangar literal decades later), it can also bleed into the kyber crystals. I don't think it necessarily changes the saber much physically, they're not mood rings and so far nothing in canon has gone against the concept of bleeding a kyber crystal to make it red which requires a lot more intentional action, but it can impact what another Force user feels when they pick it up.

This is why my personal headcanon for the Darksaber is that it's sort-of absorbed some Mandalorian values via all of the Mandalorians who have wielded it since Tarre Viszla. It's still a kyber crystal that was chosen and wielded by a Jedi first above all else, so there is always an element of facing your fears involved in wielding the Darksaber correctly, but that the duel is ALSO still necessary because of how long it's been in Mandalorian hands and had that little caveat built into it. Most Jedi could PROBABLY wield it relatively well, but it would never feel like THEIRS until they won it in combat anymore. Similarly, none of the Mandalorians really seem to connect to it much aside from Sabine herself who is, to date, the only Mandalorian to ever actually go through facing her fears as part of her journey towards wielding the Darksaber. She's the only Mandalorian since Tarre to have earned that kyber crystal the Jedi way, and that's also still necessary.

So you can imbue some of yourself into that kyber crystal, but it's not going to turn a blue crystal red just because you kill a bunch of people with it. Anakin's saber killed a lot of innocent people, but he technically did use it while he identified as a Jedi and used it to help people, too. When Luke picks it up, he's mostly untrained and theoretically by the time he's trained enough to start feeling shit, he's already imbued some of his own self into the crystal. It might've even picked up on some of Obi-Wan's own balance and serenity and compassion over the years in Tatooine, even if he never actively used it. I don't think the crystal itself gets damaged because Anakin is often a shitheel while he's using the saber it powers. The crystal is fine.

I don't think kyber crystals are sentient, they don't truly have wills of their own. For the most part, they're just crystals. Think of it more as a conduit. Some things are better conduits for electricity than others; the kyber crystals are perhaps better conduits for the Force than your average brick, but it doesn't make them sentient.

[rexscanonwife]

I was watching the clone wars arc where those Padawan enter that ice cave to find their kyber crystals and construct their lightsabers (my first time watching it too btw my bff made me skip it on first watch 😂) and y'know the whole challenge to finding their crystals being unique to their personal problems and shortcomings got me thinking about what Brea's would have been! And for that matter, Kepler's!

It's fun to think about, and I think as a Padawan things sort of came easily to Brea, particularly relating to the Force. She didn't always take it seriously because she didn't think she had to work very hard, so I think her lesson would have been that she can't rely on natural talent alone. We all know what it's like to get mad when we're not immediately good at something 😂😂 to learn not to get discouraged as soon as things get hard and needing to work for something and implement taught SKILLS would be a good way to earn a crystal I think!

Kepler is a little more complicated, being that he STRUGGLES his way through the Padawan training and tbh isn't sure he wants to be one at ALL. In fact the thing he struggles most with is using the Force, at least the moving things with your mind part. I think his lack of confidence and his unwillingness to continue would be challenged, he'd be given a situation where he couldn't just give up or walk away, and he'd have to muster everything he had to use the Force and get his crystal. Maybe save someone? A fellow Padawan? (In my mind it's Ahsoka and she might get the TINIEST smidgen of respect for him but they still have a long way to go to becoming friends 😭)

[threebea]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

Thanks to @forloveofcodywan for tagging me!

For the Expectation

Slayer brought him a lot of red sabers. Cody was getting quite the collection. The Red crystals were badges of honour to Clone Generals. He had earned one himself by determination and luck and had lost half a battalion and received his promotion for it. The four others that now hung there were gifts from his Jedi.

It might end up in later chapter (and it might be more or less crystals I still haven't decided) but I always like the idea of Kyber jewelery because it's kind of dark when you think about it. So in this AU they're kind of like medals and show other Clone leaders how many Sith they've taken out. Having one without the aid of a Jedi made Cody a huge badass.

No pressure tags @ellewidogast (lemme see some of that transmigration au ❤️ jkjk only if you want)

[o-wise-corvid]

Thanks for the tag @i-will-bite! This oughtta be fun.

1. Favorite OC

Oh boy. That is so dang hard. I’m probably going to go with Orin. She started as a self-insert but her story has really just ballooned into such a lovely, juicy tragedy that I can’t even describe. Orin is really the kind of person we all aspire to be. Loving, courageous, warm. She’s very invested in family, even moreso since her retirement as General of the Clones Rights Coalition. The sense of dread hanging over her is something so special to write. To describe nameless fear. It really pushes me.

2. Newest OC

Uhhh weeeeeeell… probably the Iktochi I’m planning. I don’t really have a place for her. But I like the idea of foreknowing, that subtle sense of heightened awareness that their species has. Also the idea for an Iktochi came from Darth Cognis, from the Bane books.

3. Oldest OC

This one’s easy. S’Lus Galenn, my Ishi Tib medical sage on Naboo. He’s a sweet old feller that I HC sounds like Shadow from Homeward Bound. He’s not actually an Ishi Tib, but a being wearing the form of one. He’s part of a cosmic race known as The Born. Beings of pure Force energy who existed before the galaxy formed. He’s very caring and concerned with helping those less fortunate around Naboo, those living in the slums hidden by all the grand architecture and waterfalls.

4. Meanest OC

Ithsa Dooku. What a jerkface. What a Kevin. What a waste of good genetics. Ithsa is the offspring of Komari Vossa and Darth Maul. Don’t worry they’re not a couple; Vossa basically agreed to allow Maul to complete a mission unhindered by trading leaving him be for having sex with her. (Listen to Lockdown, that woman’s slavering after him.) Maul agreed, the act being completely meaningless and truthfully abhorrent to him. Later in life, he’ll see it as SA. The son fathered in that moment is not his son. Regardless of how similarly they look and even act. Ithsa resents his father’s opinion of him and really comes to hate Maul’s chosen child, whom he adores almost to a fault: Happenstance. Boy’s got MAJOR attitude issues.

5. Softest OC

Vagren Dragos. Him just a lil man. Just itty. He’s a very small, very impressionable little Zabrak babby, the Padawan of @crc-jedi-knight-serushna’s Serushna Leliana. To be only like. 6. He’s strong enough to have earned his tattoos before having to leave Dathomir. As a force-sensitive male, he’d have been killed had Nightsisters gotten hold of him. His leaving was better off for him and his village ultimately but in no way easy. He’s gotten his kyber crystal though and he’s learning How To Jedi very quickly. Though… he’s starting to see that not all Jedi are as wonderful as his Master and Grandmaster. And that’s a shame.

6. Aloof/Standoffish OC

That’ll be my Clone OC Fitz, CT-52622. He’s been dishonorably discharged from the GAR but the Jedi who he serves beside as Special Consultant was a Padawan during the war. Rae Dagani lost her Master on Geonosis and Fitz refused to go fight in the battle while she and her sister-Padawan held their Master’s body and wept, undefended and alone. He stayed with them against orders and was punished for insubordination. But they repaid the favor and he works with them as a freelancer and adopted member of Kitchen Sink Squad now. He’s very restrained except with his baby girl, Rae. He’s her safe hiding place and he can let down his walls with her.

7. Dumbest OC

HA. Ummmm. Hm. I think that might be a BD unit OC I’m planning. Just a ditzy little thing that would exasperate BD-1 half to death.

8. Smartest OC

That’s probably Ee’an, another of the Kitchen Sink Squad I co-own with @hotshot9. Those fellas are based on favorite characters of ours from books and movies and he’s based on Ian Malcolm from Jurassic Park. He’s all about philosophy and science, and he’ll debate you until he’s blue in the face. He’s got a massive flitterfly tattoo on his throat, wears his hair long to his shoulders, and favors leather jackets now that he’s out of armor mostly anymore. You’ll also find a trail of varactyl tracks winding up one leg and arm along an old scar he got riding one of them.

9. Besties IRL OC

Probably either Orin or Thess Sha. Thess owns a coffee shop on Naboo and breeds blarths. She’s very friendly and loves making people’s lives easier with good food and good drinks. (And free tshirts!)

Hmmmm….

@thesitharts @crc-jedi-knight-serushna @smoooothbrain @alexeithegoat @sweetiepie08 @stardustbee @eloquentmoon @eliduremaybe and anybody else who wants to join in!

[kanansdume]

I know Tarre Viszla was an actual Jedi who happened to be born on Mandalore, but if there IS a true successor to him, it isn’t Grogu. It’s not Din. It’s not Bo-Katan.

It’s Sabine.

The Mandalorian who learns how to act like a Jedi.

The Mandalorian who loves her people, but takes what she’s learned from Kanan and Hera and connects it to her heritage to help her people progress.

The Mandalorian who picks up that Dark Saber and doesn’t just wield it physically, she EARNS it.

Because Jedi get lightsabers only AFTER they’ve earned their kyber crystals. They don’t just get handed a lightsaber because they beat someone else in combat. Kyber crystals put you through tests in order to earn them, they’re semi-sentient. And the same should hold true for the Dark Saber. It’s just a normal kyber crystal, it’s going to act similarly.

And while there obviously IS a physical aspect to it that appears to have sort-of been imbued in it over the generations it’s been with the Mandalorians, it still has the spiritual and emotional aspect from it being a JEDI’S lightsaber first. And Tarre Viszla would’ve had to go through the same spiritual and emotional trial before earning his kyber crystal as any other Jedi.

Pretty much every other person we see wielding it only passes on of those tests, the physical. They beat someone in combat and get to wield the Dark Saber. But to truly make it YOURS, you have to pass BOTH.

Sabine actually passes the spiritual one first. Because she doesn’t win the saber in combat, she just picks it up from Maul’s lair and takes it. But as she trains with it, she has to listen to Kanan and she has to go through a trial that feels VERY familiar. The last time we saw something similar happen, it was when Ezra was learning to connect to animals and he couldn’t do it until he admitted to his fears. Sabine can’t truly wield the Dark Saber until she admits to her own, to her fears and insecurities regarding her past with the Empire and her family. And once she does, she’s earned the kyber crystal. She can wield the blade by the Jedi half of the test.

But it’s not until she gets to Mandalore and actually faces her family and fights Gar Saxon for it that she passes the Mandalorian half of the test, the physical. And even then, once she does, she chooses mercy and refuses to kill Gar Saxon when given the chance.

She chooses mercy because Kanan taught her to be merciful, because she’s incorporating Jedi values into Mandalorian traditions.

Tarre Viszla was born Mandalorian and raised as a Jedi. Sabine Wren was born a Mandalorian and raised by a Jedi. She may not be Force sensitive, but her connection and relationship with Kanan means she is the ONLY PERSON that we have seen since Tarre Viszla to have actually earned the Dark Saber’s kyber crystal the Jedi way and wielded it the Jedi way, with mercy and in the interest of the greater good rather than personal gain.

No matter who Sabine chooses to hand that blade off to, no matter who ends up ruling Mandalore through it, Sabine Wren is its truest owner and the true successor to Tarre Viszla.

[phoenixyfriend]

Force-Sensitive Satine Kryze

Canon Satine isn't Force Sensitive but I think that, as an AU, I could take this to insane places. Let's go.

Satine isn't particularly gifted. She's also, being Mandalorian, not getting sent to the Jedi. They find her a private tutor to learn the basics of how to protect her mind, and it's very Whatever. Then war breaks out, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon show up, that's all... happening.

Satine's not very gifted with prescience, or moving things with her brain, or healing. What she does have is an overdeveloped magical empathy, which is. Really not great to have in a war.

She's feeling the pain and anger and grief of everyone they meet, and it only intensifies her pacifism as an ideal. She knows how these people feel, even the warriors. She can't let herself allow it to keep happening.

Her sense of magical empathy is very geared towards 'feel emotions.' She's. Still not very good at 'see it from their point of view.' Obi-Wan finds this aspect of her really interesting in a 'I want to get to know you' kind of way. Qui-Gon finds it interesting in an 'I want to study you' kind of way.

A rumor reaches them that Tor Viszla is still alive and running around with the Darksaber. Obi-Wan points out that, objectively, Satine does have the Force, and while her prescience is barely enough to deflect a blaster shot, it's... well, it is enough for that, and so she's probably better equipped to fight a saber battle than Tor is.

Satine hates the idea of fighting for her pacifism, but she acknowledges that Qui-Gon has a point when he says 'fighting one man to end a war in a way that will likely earn you his allies through tradition is a neat way to avoid further deaths', so she learns to saberfight whenever they're stuck in a safe house and in hurry-up-and-wait mode.

So she learns lightsaber skills. She's not terrible, because even as a pacifist, she learned self-defense and has conditioning, and being on the run has really kept her cardio up.

Tor doesn't come out of the woodwork. He's been dead, actually, for all that the rumors say otherwise. Pre, though, has a darksaber with him, and he's not yet ready to pretend to be a pacifist. He's still Campaigning For Political Backing From Traditionalists.

Except, well, then he does. You know. These things happen. Plans change.

And everything ends, more or less normally.

Obi-Wan does something incredibly dumb and gifts Satine his kyber crystal. He's a little stupid and very in love. It's fine.

Satine knows how to make a lightsaber, and she has a crystal. She doesn't do it, really, but she keeps the parts in a pouch on her belt and the kyber on a necklace, and she's... it's fine. She doesn't like carrying a weapon, but a saber can be used in a purely defensive capacity, and this one is usually deconstructed.

Pre kicks off a plan early. He is, for whatever reason, now of the opinion that Satine is honorable. A coward that's destroying whatever he believes is good about Mandalore, but an honorable coward, who will bow to the wishes of the people if it's clear that the majority disagree with her.

And obviously the way that this happens is that Pre shows up with the darksaber and declares himself the (new) rightful Mand'alor.

Satine... hates this. She really does. She does not want to do this.

She invites him to a publicity courtyard. There are already cameras everywhere. Reporters are streaming in. Pre is so ready for this.

Satine removes her necklace and opens her pouch and uses the Force to build her saber in front of the disbelieving eyes of millions.

She holds it before her and says, "For the sake of tradition, and for the sake of ending this conflict with as few deaths and pain as is possible, I challenge you for the Darksaber and title of Mand'alor, Pre Vizsla. If I win, you and your allies will swear to me, and we can avoid another civil war."

It's like. It's a really great way to piss so many people off.

She's using tradition to ruin tradition!

(Satine is so tired of these neofasc jackasses. Come on, guys. This is literally about ensuring less suffering.)

Pre can't back out. He's arguing FOR tradition, and Satine is using that against him. He can't reject someone willing to fight him for the darksaber on equal terms.

Satine barely has any armor, really. It's been sitting on a stand, cared-for but unused, for years.

But she puts it on and takes her place, and she fights Pre.

She wins, and holds the Darksaber aloft, and declares her new title, as both Duchess and Mand'alor, and this is projected across the galaxy for all to know.

Everyone's really quiet after Satine makes her declaration, because Pre just lost a hand, and Satine's ignoring him, and she looks REALLY unhappy about any of this having happened at all, and then one of the Death Watch commandos steps forward, goes to one knee, and removes her helmet, and Satine's just like "Wait, BO?" because she's been under the impression that Bo-Katan died like five years back.

Bo-Katan doesn't look any happier than anyone else here, but her older sister just won the Darksaber in honorable combat and goddammit, Bo-Katan is going to honor that.

Later that night, Satine and Obi-Wan talk on the phone for hours just so she can bitch about how much she hates this entire situation.

Jango, a bounty hunter who still hasn't been tapped for the Kamino project, finds out via Galactic News Channels.

He's not happy. He's not a Satine fan.

He's not sure what he can do about it other than fight her for the saber, except he's not sure he deserves to do that after Galidraan.

I think he just goes to Mandalore and tells her that he's here to be an advisor and no she cannot refuse to hire him. He's here now. Deal with it.