#Obi Wan is Light Sided

[fanfic-obsessed]

Failing to Thrive then Thriving in failure

I just had the funniest notion. Time travel comedy, but the twist is that Palpatine is the one to go back in time. 

So we start just after Kenobi, Palpatine has been emperor for about a decade, he succeeded. The Sith plan is complete, he has everything he had dreamed of and worked toward for a decade…and he is so bored. He never realized that 90% of his joy actually came from pretending to be a benevolent Chancellor and the intrigue of fooling people.  Now he has shown his true colors and could not go back to pretending (it simply would not work). Being the Sith in charge is not as fun as he thought it would be. Even getting to openly torture people has lost its appeal after 10 years.

It’s ok for Vader. For one Vader was never interested in those intrigues in the first place. For two 45% of Vader brain is taken up by trying to resurrect Padme Amidala, 50% is taken up by Obi Wan Kenobi (Palpatine is not sure if Vader wants to kill Kenobi, Kriff Kenobi, make Kenobi tuck Vader in every night and tell him is it going to be alright, Force Kenobi to help Vader resurrected Padme, or make sure Kenobi is eating, taking care of himself, and has a good enough blanket), leaving only 5% for everything else.  

Frankly if this is what Kenobi had to deal with before the war, Palpatine is somewhat impressed he got anything done.

Vader isn’t bored. Palpatine’s assorted lesser minions are not bored, they are living the dream of being as bigoted as their little fascist hearts desire. But Palpatine just could not find joy any longer. 

I do want it clear. Palpatine is not repentant. He does not regret the deaths that he caused, the genocide, the enslavement, any of it. He’s just bored. 

One day Palpatine finds a book, or maybe an artifact, or possibly a scrap of paper with an archaic formula. The title roughly translates to ‘Sith Master Time Travel’ (Listen The Son was also very bored, and being outside of Space Time meant He wanted to see what would happen). Palpatine is able to time travel, but only as far back as when he became a Sith Master. It was also a one time deal, he would not be able to use the method again AND it would destroy his origin timeline (not that that actually factored into Palpatine’s decision at all).  Not to mention he would essentially be possessing and killing his previous, alternate timeline self. 

Of course Palpatine time travels. He goes all the way back to the moment he became the Sith Master (it turns out the Sith titles are not just titles), looking at the still warm corpse of Hugo Damask, just as the Naboo crisis is wrapping up. 

Now Palpatine had already decided to do some things differently.  At first he was still working outward the Grand Sith Plan, if trying to keep his ‘Kindly Politician’ mask a bit longer, however he has decided that instead of Vader (or possibly in addition to Vader, if things get boring again) he will get Obi Wan Kenobi as his apprentice, figuring that there must have been a reason that every Sith Apprentice for 20 years ends up obsessed with the man (also because he thinks it would be funny to corrupt the Jedi’s ‘Guiding Light’). Dooku and all the pieces needed to start the Clone wars are already mostly in place. It is just a matter of maintaining until the clones are the right age.  So he does what he needs to to maintain the Empire building plans and decides to focus on corrupting Obi Wan. 

He fails, utterly. He fails so fully that Obi Wan did not even notice his attempts at corruption. Like he knew it would take time to corrupt a Jedi, he had done before after all, but he still expected at least a little change within the first year. There was nothing. 

And it was not a case of Obi Wan not trusting Palpatine. This is still a decade before the war. Obi Wan is a grieving, freshly knighted,  trying to keep up with a nine year old with somewhat unique trauma. Palpatine knows how to get Obi Wan to feel comfortable and trust him (Palpatine probably knows too well how to get Obi wan to feel comfortable and trust him, between Dooku and Vader). Obi Wan is just, for a given value, incorruptible. 

Now Palpatine’s obsession switch has been flipped. He went into it thinking that corrupting Obi Wan would be a fun side project, a way to pass the time.  He was wrong.  He knows from the previous timeline that torture would not be effective (Listen if the torture mask specifically built to corrupt lightsiders did not make a dent after a month it is pretty well proven that torture will not cause Kenobi to fall, Palpatine knows this) nor would killing Kenobi’s loved work (again, if it didn’t last time we have some pretty concrete proof). 

So now we have Palpatine trying every method he can think of to seduce Kenobi the darkside, always just shy of admitting to being a Sith or being creepy. To the point that he has actually forgotten the Empire building he was doing. He kind of even forgets to be Sidious.  He almost ghosts Dooku, before he remembers that Dooku is Kenobi’s grandfather(that is not the correct term, Dooku tries to correct Palpatine an even dozen times before giving up) and gets Dooku involved in the corruption that is STILL. GOING. NOWHERE.

Dooku basically becomes Grandpa Dooku to both Obi Wan and Anakin, and falls back into the Light while trying unsuccessfully to corrupt Obi Wan to the Dark. Due to darkside vow complications (also because I think it would be really funny) Dooku is not able to say, imply, or otherwise do anything to make the Jedi suspicious that Palaptine is a Sith. Also, to a certain extent he thinks that as long as Palpatine is focused on corrupting his incorruptible grandson, the other Sith is not thinking about galactic domination (To be fair he is correct).  

Palpatine spends most of his time trying to corrupt Obi Wan, while keeping up the act used to maintain Obi Wan’s trust. The thing is Palpatine is fully aware that Anakin in the original timeline was about observant as a particularly dense brick wall and would not have realized that the persona of ‘My friend Palaptine’ did not match the reality of ‘My pal Friendpatine’. Obi Wan would realize if his act was not consistent. 

So Palpatine decided to keep the act up 24/7.  And everyone knows that your actions become your habits become your personality. 

Somewhere in year 8 Palpatine forgets how to Sith. 

Technically he is still a darksider but not the extra layer of fucked up that comes from being an actual Sith. And he still has not even made a dent in Obi Wan’s light. He has also, almost single handedly, derailed the war that had been brewing and fixed about 40% of the corruption in the Senate.  All without killing a single senator.

Palpatine spends most of his time very confused. 

Palpatine lets his term as Chancellor end, having gone down in history as one of the most beloved Chancellors in history.  The Clones are found and mostly are inducted as an arm of the Jedi Order. Jango Fett is given a metric ton of therapy, which helps him see that the Jedi were not actually at fault for Galidraan (Jango had, in fact, been the person to escalate things to violence) before he is allowed to take Boba back into the galaxy. By that point the Clones want little to do with him. 

For the rest of his life Palpatine tries, unsuccessfully, to corrupt Obi Wan (who never noticed). At this point he is genuinely friends with a number of Jedi (He and Mace Windu have a surprising amount in common, including a love of the theater and a mild exasperation for Anakin Skywalker's antics). He is an honored guest at both the CodyWan and the Anidala Weddings (including a Jedi based wedding ceremony).

Honestly he is having the most fun of his life. 

He is also never caught as a darksider. He never figures out how that is possible either.

[allthingskenobi]

I feel safe. Yes, it feels like that.

@swsource​ star wars week: day 6 – may the 4th be with you!

[jedi-starbird]

Instead of the Dark Side, there's always a voice at the back of Obi-Wan's head that whispers "aren't you tired of being nice? don't you wanna go apeshit start acting like Qui-Gon?"

[izzystizzys]

“ - but have you ever considered, I don’t know, not sucking all the time? Just a thought.”

It takes the combined grips of Nuisance and Hound to keep the wriggling, snarling body beneath Fox from throwing him off its back. With three years’ practice of having to fix his own rickety desk chair over and over again, the movement merely ruffles the proverbial fringe on his helmet.

“And I don’t mean that as an insult, necessarily. Well, I do a little bit. But also I have some amount of empathy for the no doubt immense amounts of trauma that had to go into the creation of something so dysfunctional as you, on a very personal level, so have you considered going to the root of that in a way that’s like… useful? Instead of wasting it all on kriffing Kenobi, I mean. Look at the guy. All he does all day is drink tea and commit warcrimes. I bet he knits for fun. Bit of an embarrassing nemesis, don’t you think?”

“I”, says Kenobi, then pauses. The space between his eyebrows is creased with uncertainty, and he looks deeply torn between continuing rocking the shaking Duchess of Mandalore against his chest from his corner of the throne room and re-activating his lightsaber to continue losing his fight against the Darksider Fox is currently sitting on. “I feel like I should object to some part of that, but I’m not entirely clear on what. Or how this happened, again. Isn’t Mandalore a few star systems from your purview, Commander?”

“Probably the warcrimes”, mutters Nuisance underneath his strained breath.

“About as far from my supposed assignment as yours, General”, says Fox a little louder.

Kenobi twitches. Fox cannot claim to know which of them does it. Both, maybe. Probably.

“I will - taste - your - flesh!”, heaves out Darth Maul, snarling and hissing.

“Oooh, kinky!”, calls Grids, from the corner where she’s got her stun-setting aimed at the other Zabrak, currently passed out cold. Fox sighs deeply. He knew he shouldn’t have taken those three - any combination of Grids, Hound and Nuisance in a room together usually spelled chaos.

Unfortunately, it also spelled competence. The Basic alphabet can be funny that way.

The point being: as of some months into the war, one of Fox’s assigned tasks is the surveillance of all GAR-wide communication. All command-class staff theoretically got that memo, but no one seems to have read the fine print where that includes both professional and personal communication, as well as any and all comm devices registered or suspected to be registered to that person. Especially not one Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala.

The point further being, if that sounds both immensely impractical and sort of terrifying in a democratic supposedly non-surveillance state, you’d be bang on the credits, and to Fox’ eternal chagrin the singular person in this whole useless army who’s spent the second of thinking necessary for that conclusion.

The final point being, when one frantic General’s mad dash across the Galaxy to rescue his teenage sweetheart from the spectre of his supposedly dead nemesis crosses his desk on its way to the Chancellor’s inbox, it doesn’t take much time for him to block any and all trace of it across the digital space of the GAR commboard and take matters into his own hands.

“ - which is why I told Thorn to suck it up and be in charge for a few days, and also why you’re still alive, your Highness, very welcome, was no trouble at all”, he concludes, drily. The Duchess stares the wide-eyed look of someone attempting to reconcile clones with ‘sentience’ or perhaps ‘personality’ in her head, but won’t say it outright.

Or the look of someone who’s just been violently overthrown and nearly murdered, perhaps, Fox allows.

“Um -“, Kenobi hedges, blinking rapidly.

“And the reason you’re still alive, probably. You’re welcome for that too, by the way”, Grids calls from the back of the throne room, cheekily.

“Alright”, says Kenobi, loudly. There’s color back in his deathly-pale cheeks, Fox notes, even if that color is a lot of red. It doesn’t fade very gracefully into his beard. “Opinions on whether or not I had everything under control notwithstanding -“

“You really didn’t”, Hound supplies helpfully.

“ - opinions notwithstanding, I am admittedly still lost on why you’re now sitting on Darth Maul and attempting to, to - jeer at him, Marshall Commander!”

“We’re not jeering, we’re trying to create a safe space and lay the groundwork for more open communication”, Fox says, primly.

Maul screams into the ground, attempting for the umpteenth time to rear up and visit great violence upon Fox, which admittedly has him rattling in his crosslegged seat atop his back.

Kenobi raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Safe space?”

“He’s restrained and not stabbing anyone, I personally feel much safer than before”, Grids muses. “Watch the teeth though, Hound. Little biter.”

Indeed. Fox’s right greave will have to be replaced posthaste.

“And anyways, the point isn’t to jeer at him, it’s to make clear that he’s focusing his energy in the wrong places and could be doing much better things with his admittedly not-great life”, Fox adds, shifting to cast a pointed look down at Maul. The Sith is panting open-mouthed into the durasteel floor, sharp teeth gnashing wildly as his piercing yellow eyes shine with barely restrained rage. “I’m just saying - aim higher. You aren’t seeing the forest for the Kenobis, Maul. Can I call you Maul?”

“I will feed you your own entrails”, yowls Maul.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Right now, I’m an easy target to focus all that built-up rage on, but is killing me really going to help you achieve any of your goals? No! Think about it - when it all comes down to it, who sent you on that mission to Naboo in the first place? Who made sure the Jedi and, by extension, Kenobi would be there to kill you? Who used you as a dejarik piece and then cast you aside the second you outlived your usefulness?”

Beneath him, Maul slowly stills in his struggle, still panting heavily. Hound and Nuisance don’t let it deter them in their vigilance, because they’re damn good vod’e and possess an ounce of common sense.

“And, look, I get it. I could spend the rest of my life punching every civilian who spits on me in the streets and it would even be satisfying. I could hit back the Senators who think of clones as easy targets. Or - I can aim my sights at who’s on top. And I think you know who I mean, because you know as well as I do the same damn man has ruined both our lives.”

Kenobi makes an alarmed noise, and Maul an interested one - not that Fox is going to let him walk out of this place awake. Still, he tilts his head in a way he hopes conveys his helmeted grin successfully to non-vod, as well as the bloodlust behind it. “You’re also welcome for the fact that the Chancellor won’t have heard of your spontaneous resurrection yet, by the way. You’ll retain your element of surprise instead of gambling it away on petty revenge on Kenobi.”

“He cut me in half!”

“He killed my master!”

Fox waves their protests away.

“Also, that’s treason!”, Kenobi adds, sputtering. Fox grins. Kenobi purses his lips, and continues. petulantly, “…do you have any proof?”

“So. Much. Proof”, says Nuisance, dreamily. “Like, do you want it alphabetically or by date?”

Which is when the Duchess, of all people, bursts out into barking, crazed laughter.

“You - you’ve certainly given yourself an edge in that fight, Marshall Commander”, she wheezes, brushing tears from her eyes. Fox raises his eyebrows at her, which she somehow seems to be able to tell, because she gestures at the clunky handle dangling from his belt.

“What, this old thing?” He unclasps the black rectangle from its hook, holding it up in the air. Maul stills strangely beneath him, and Kenobi goes ghostly pale again. Fox is starting to get a bad feeling.

“I took it off Viszla and beat him over the head with it. I figured he’d taken it off a Jedi cadet or something. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

[podsn]

Seeing Ahsoka get a flash of sith eyes was truly terrifying. Seeing what she could have become. She lost everything but still stayed in the light. She wouldn’t strike down Anakin even out of anger because it’s not what she would do.

[i-dont-know-anything-anymore]

Star Wars - Prequels + Text Posts

[r0gerr0ger]

Master-padawan relationships are so fascinating in their uniqueness.

Specifically in how unique each relationship is based on age difference between master and padawan.

Obi-Wan is 13 when he becomes Qui-Gon’s padawan, compared to Anakin’s 9. But Qui-Gon is in his late 30s compared to Obi-Wan’s mid-20s as a master. This means Obi-Wan’s relationship is closer to a father-son with his master, versus brotherly with Anakin.

Anakin and Ahsoka are even more like siblings, being so close in age (seriously, how was Anakin allowed a padawan at 19)

So some padawans are growing up with a parental figure. Others with more of a sibling.

The way this would change each Jedi is fundamental. We see this clearly with Obi-Wan compared to Anakin.

Undoubtedly, I also believe it would have impacted Anakin’s fall to the dark side.

It wouldn’t have prevented it (very little if anything could have; it’s what makes the prequels a tragedy) but with a father-figure- someone to reprimand him, to be more authoritative, etc.- perhaps he would have lent less heavily on Palpatine.

Perhaps he would have been guided more openly through his relationship with Padme (here I feel Qui-Gon would have been happy to actually talk about it)

Perhaps Anakin would have felt he could get away with less leading up to his fall. He would have tried harder to stick to the Jedi way- to emulate a father, rather than out-compete a brother.

And yet, equally, I think it could have made his fall all the more terrible.

Often, bitterness for a parent is so much heavier than for a sibling. Anakin would have killed Qui-Gon. He would have levelled so much blame on him. From a slightly different perspective, may even have fallen to the dark side sooner- driven there by resentment, by a need to prove himself.

Obviously, there are so many other factors at play that shaped the way Anakin turned out versus Obi-Wan, but I think their differing master-padawan relationships from an age perspective are hugely important.

What do you think?

(also, how would Ashoka’s life have been different if, say Obi-Wan, was her master?)

[nebuleuse-cosmic]

Prequels Art by: Oscar Martinez

[thenerdperson]

We need to talk more about Obi-Wan being destined for infinite sadness and having more tragedy in a week of his life than all of Shakespeare's plays, let alone his whole life. Yet remains rooted in the light side and an excellent jedi despite his flaws throughout his life

[khryptid]

The amount of Star Wars Oreos I’ve eaten in the last week is astronomical

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

this may be way too niche but thinking about that raven cycle quote Ronan Lynch loved to dream about light. and codywan. obi wan dreaming of cody and all he sees is light

[fionajames]

HI FIO i had 2 ideas id love if you wrote :] only if you wamt to ofc ahahah

1. Sith Obi-Wan au!!! This can be all evil disaster lineage au, Obi-Wan joins Vader or anything you please i trust you to write something amazing :)

The second is kind of just a vague idea i had, i was wondering how youd imagine a circus au?? Cause the jedi are all acrobatic n stuff. Go wild!

HII KEBIIN

So, first up I have written the Sith idea - with a lil twist - and I will write the acrobatics stuff soon/later.

This is my second piece of four to get published today so hang in for more!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy!

Something Obi-Wan learned early on was that pain was always going to hit him when he least expected it. The first time he felt real, true pain was Qui-Gon’s death.

As he watched from behind the red screen at his Master and the Sith battling, Obi-Wan’s hand gripping his lightsaber tightened, alongside the bad feeling in his stomach. It was knot in his stomach, and growing excruciatingly painful as time went on.

That was when the Sith twisted and his lightsaber went straight through Qui-Gon’s gut, leaving a similar hole in Obi-Wan. He didn’t even remember screaming, just the rage that took over him. A blind, red hot rage that fueled him as he waited impatiently with gritted teeth for the barrier between him and the murderer to move.

There was no time to waste as he sprung at the Sith, his movements unlike himself as he executed each one, gaining on the monster he was battling. At some point during the fight, the Sith’s burning yellow eyes widened in mystified horror as he watched Obi-Wan’s blue eyes unnaturally swim with flickering yellow.

At some point during the fight, the monster Obi-Wan was battling became himself, as he drove himself beyond his breaking point and into the abyss, pushing on all of his boundaries as his rage sliced and slashed at the Sith. 

When he was pushed over, Obi-Wan’s hand barely managed to grasp onto the wall, his red hot rage twisted with desperation as sparks licked at his skin. 

The Force responded to him in such an unnatural way at that moment. It intertwined with him without him having to call it, and begged him to do as it willed instead of the other way around. Obi-Wan let the Force control him for a moment as he threw himself up and grasped the lightsaber, slicing through the Sith without a second’s thought. He watched the red and black torso fall down the reactor shaft in two separate pieces, panting as the yellow in his eyes recoiled and the blue returned. 

Obi-Wan - bent over Qui-Gon’s lifeless body - had never felt so much rage before, if had ever felt rage. It was unfathomable and intoxicating, the taste of power he’d had in that moment was like a drug. He’d let the dark side take over him - something he’d sworn to never let happen - and had killed - a villain but a man nonetheless. 

The next time he let it engulf him was during the First Battle of Geonosis. Afterwards, he remembered very little from the fight, just the darkside that had consumed him.

Obi-Wan had swung his lightsaber so calculatedly that all his fellow Jedi had seen only grace in it, and nothing of the dark behind each slice. He’d cut down numerous droids and a living creature - one trying to kill him but a living creature nonetheless - without thinking, fueled only by the anger that consumed him every time he saw another Jedi’s body fall and hit the unforgiving ground of the desert.

Anakin had never seen his Master so enraged and aggravated as he watched through a pain filled gaze as Obi-Wan battled Dooku. Through the pain Anakin had not seen the yellow in Obi-Wan’s eyes, the blue long gone. 

Dooku - however - had seen it, yet felt that it was not a yellow he would ever stand beside. 

As Obi-Wan fought and fought, his anger from seeing his Padawan injured was like Qui-Gon’s death all over again, and he was emotionlessly fighting with all of his strength.

When the fight was over, the yellow had dispersed again and left all witnesses bemused and bewildered, thinking they must have hallucinated the pure anger. 

The next time Obi-Wan cracked was a battle early on during the War, when he’d lost dozens and dozens - maybe even hundreds - of troopers.

Cody watched in horror as his General emerged from the trench beside him and leapt into the battle, slicing down every battle droid near him. He saw the burning rage the colour of orange-yellow in his General’s eyes and instantly missed the calm blue sea he was so familiar with.

This side of his General was cold and passionate, fierce and determined. He turned the tides of the battle so fast many Clone troopers didn’t understand what was going on. Cody rushed to his side - in an attempt to check on Obi-Wan - only to flinch back at the yellow glare at the droids and the snarl he was met with - although not directed at him. 

The cruel yellow was something Cody grew used to, and he began to slowly and increasingly hate the colour. The only thing it brought him was fear and worry, and it didn’t help that it was the battalion’s colour. 

Cody expected Obi-Wan’s eyes to be cold like you would expect, but instead, they were a burning hot fire. They held such heat they burnt anyone who came near, and there was only so much one could do for burns like these - more emotional and mental than physical. 

It quickly became clear to everyone - including the Jedi and their council - that Obi-Wan had been consumed by the dark side, but he was no Sith. He was still loyal - as he always had been and always would be - to the Jedi, but now, he had new abilities, new strengths. 

He was a dark-side-user amongst light-side-users, a blazing fire in a sea of cool calm.

But he was no Sith.

Hope you enjoyed! Request pls!!!!!!!!!!!

[aus-nobody-asked-for]

Star Wars Clones but instead of Boba Fett they used genetic materials of random Jedi. Since force sensitivity is at least a bit more likely if the "parents" are force sensitive, at a quarter half of the clones can use their force.

But all of them are in-between light and dark side when Obi-Wan finds them on Kamino.

And since they're a lot stronger than Sidious ever dared hoping for, he decided that he can take more risks to overtake the Galaxy even faster.

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

I watched Ani BEFORE I was a star wars fan and loved it because I love starkid

Now that star wars has consumed my brain I’m scared for what this musical will do to me the next time I watch it

[i-dont-know-anything-anymore]

Sw- Prequel + Text Posts

[that-gay-jedi]

Vader is a dog to Palpatine but reformed!Vader is a cat. You're floating in your bacta tank and Obi-Wan comes over and knocks on the glass transparisteel and he knows you're deaf without your earpieces so he sends "Haha get contained idiot" through the Force. You think "NOTHING CAN CONTAIN ME" as loud as you can and Force-chuck one of Luke's shoes at his head. He ducks out of the room muttering about how cranky you are today and comes back with a saucer of milk.