#Sith Dynasties

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[the-daily-dreamer]

The targaryen ruled 130 years without dragons. And the most capable kings were all targaryen. After them it was a decline for the throne. Robert, joffrey, tommen, cercei were all sith ruler .

I see targ stans are investing in high quality air to fill their heads lol

But anyways. “The most capable kings were all targaryens”. You know who else were targaryens? The worst rulers of Westeros. Robert, Cersei, Joffrey, and Tommen aren’t even close to the worst kings and queen to rule. And bringing them up as evidence to show that the targaryens are good is so disingenuous.

Maegor the Cruel, Aegon the Unworthy, The Mad King Aerys, Rhaenyra (yes, I know that’s controversial), and Daenerys (yes, I know that’s even more controversial) are all far FAR worse than anyone you mentioned.

Maegor killed his wife and her entire family. He was a usurper (apparently it’s good when the targs you like do it lol), a kinslayer (also a thing only good when it’s targs you like doing it), raped and tortured many people, wiped out entire houses, killed any and everyone that he saw in any way as deserving, and created a huge war with the faith of the seven.

Aegon the unworthy was corrupt and lazy and legitimized his bastards leading to the blackfyre rebellions that led to endless bloodshed for 5 generations.

Aerys was so bad he had a rebellion staged against him that ended his family dynasty. He burned fathers and sons together. He tortured people and burned them alive. He abused and raped his wife when he would burn people alive. He wanted to kill the entire city of kings landing.

Rhaenyra (who like it or not went down in history as one of the worst rulers) known as maegor with teats taxed her people to starvation. She had daily executions. She had knights inquisitors hunt down and punish people.

Daenerys burnt down kings landing, was complicit in the rape and enslavement of hundreds, ruined city economies so badly slavery was a better option, then profited from said slavery, abandoned the people she conquered (no doubt ensuring they will be enslaved much more harshly after supporting her), raped a “free” slave that she admits still acted like a slave because that’s all she knew, oh yeah and again, SHE BURNT DOWN KINGS LANDING. And this is after the people you listed.

And this isn’t including non Targaryen rulers that ruined lives like the blackfyres. Or rulers that are bad but weirdly beloved like Aegon I who basically conquered people by threatening to kill them and everyone they loved, subjugating a country for hundreds of years.

The best rulers I admit were Targaryens. But that’s because they were the only rulers save for 4 people. Of those four, two were bad and two were incompetent. Not nearly the sadistic “mad” people I described above. And funnily enough, as soon as a Targaryen came back to power…things got worse again. Funny how that is.

Oh and by the way. Going with the histories of Westeros. Guess who is among the best rulers according to small folk Aegon II and Alicent. Seethe :)

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

I'm toying with the idea of the jedi indeed having a taboo against trying to engineer or select for force sensitivity in babies. Less about 'creating life' and more about… eugenics, kind of.

I can imagine that in the long history of the galaxy, there could have been attempts to find genetic sources and engineer them, attempts to clone them, and other kinds of eugenics programs trying to create super-powered babies, attempts to establish dynasties of force wielders. Experiments done to children to try and induce it (and by that i don't mean like what Ahsoka was doing with Sabine). The creepy possibilities are endless.

And there's the sith in particular, of course. Palpatine was the one waffling on about unnatural force experiments, and his specific interest in both Anakin - who's origins are mysterious - and later in Luke - who is certainly powerful, but he's far from the only force user he could toy with, and yet he seems exceptionally interested in Anakin's lineage - is also full of creepy possibility.

The jedi seem to take the attitude that the force shows up when and where it shows up, and it's a gift when it does. They themselves engage in no attempts to propagate it. I feel like this could exist alongside a history and precedents of eugenics, with a taboo growing partly out of that.

[osha-mirweek]

Further details on Oshamir Week Prompts

Here are some further explanations on what each of the daily prompts entails (full text below the cut). If you have any other questions feel free to ask and we'll do our best to answer.

Day 1 - Canonverse AU: Works for this prompt should take place in the Star Wars universe but change something (or many things) from The Acolyte canon. Some exmaples include: Sith!Osha and Jedi!Qimir; neither were Jedi; Qimir meets Osha first; Osha never leaves the coven; etc. This includes all things considered canon divergence.

Day 2 - Legends & Lore: Works for this prompt can draw inspiration from myths, folklore, and fairytales from any culture or media! This includes re-imaginings of Greek mythology, Filipino folklore, and classic fairytales like Beauty and the Beast. This is probably a theme where artists and editors can really go wild. We can't wait to see what you'll create!

Day 3 - Bonds: Works for this prompt should include concepts such as arranged marriage, soulmates, reincarnation, prophecies, the red string of fate, etc. Force dyads can also fall into this category. Another name for this theme could be 'Fate/Destiny'.

Day 4 - Free Day: Free Day is for all fanworks that do not fall into any of the other six themes of Oshamir Week. Please do not post any works for 'The Dark Side', 'Fantasy', or 'Earth AU', on this day.

Day 5 - The Dark Side: Works for this day include the darker (and sadder) side of our emotions and favourite tropes. Jealousy, betrayal, possessiveness, as well as forbidden love, mind control, tragic endings: all fall under this category. Dubious consent, brainwashing, somnophilia, captor/captured, etc. should be posted on this day. Dead doves and dark subject matter are all permitted, just be sure to tag accordingly!

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Day 7 - Earth AU: Any modern or historical AU will fall under this day's theme. This includes any works that place during the Victorian era, Regency era, Tang dynasty, Joseon era, etc., as well as university AU, coffee shop AU, athletes AU, and others. Works invoking dark academia or Gothic atmosphere would also fall under this day.

[chena-h]

As someone who remembers the flak the Star Wars prequels got and, in particular, the complaints from certain fans about how those movies ruined Darth Vader retroactively

I find the fandom's initial reaction to Dark!D@any (aka D@ny for folks who aren't swimming in that river called The Nile) to be kind of amusing. In part because I think Lucas wanted to do something similar with Anakin in the prequels - basically, examine how power can sometimes corrupt a young, vulnerable person, putting them on a path of self destruction, especially when that person has been brought up to believe they're destined for something greater.

I wonder, sometimes, if Lucas had decided to tell the story of Anakin instead of Luke and Leia first, would the fans have reacted the same way they did to the prequels. Or, would there be a large contingent of Star Wars fans who defend or sometimes outright deny Anakin's villainous choices, like all the way up to the moment he literally chooses to serve the Sith instead of the Jedi (and in some cases after)? Would people still argue that Vader's legacy as an iconic villain was hampered by the prequels if we'd gotten to know his full story first?

I think I have to remember that there's a difference between how Vader/Anakin's story is told vs how readers see D@ny's story in ASOIAF. for the most part, D@enerys is the POV from which her story is most often told. We're in her head for a lot of it, and if we're not, then we're in the pov of someone like Barristan, who's little more than a sycophant. And I think what I'm getting at is that there's an interest in presenting D@enerys' actions as justified, maybe even noble or heroic. For D@enerys, it's self-interest, of course. People, in general, want to believe they're often acting in the right, so they'll look for ways to rationalize things to make themselves look better, even if the facts say otherwise. For Barry, well, he's an old knight who remains heavily invested in the customs and beliefs that lie at the core of Westerosi society. To admit that he has and continues to serve a dynasty that was responsible for years of violent conquest (among other things) is probably too much cognitive dissonance than the old man can take, or so I would suspect.

With Anakin, though, his story is told from a third person omniscient perspective. So, not only do we know more about the world of Star Wars than Anakin might be privy to, we also know (thanks to the non chronological storytelling) how these events are going to play out, and more importantly, how he will be perceived by the narrative (if that makes sense). We know where he's going to wind up is what im saying. We're getting his story, but not solely from his perspective. Thus, we're less tempted to fall into the trap of taking everything at face value and thinking that his reading of events is 100% accurate.

So, now I'm wondering - if seeing Anakin when he was more vulnerable after knowing him as a villain was received poorly, how will it look if and when D@ny's questionable decisions all come to a head and she goes full tyrant, as in she does terrible things while dropping all pretense of believing or caring whether her actions are seen as morally just? How will her descent be received when her actions aren't being filtered exclusively through the perspectives of her and her staunchest supporters? I'd argue that she's pretty close if not already at that point in her story, but it's a matter of seeing how she moves now that she's gone full tilt.

I know Show!D@ny got a lot of negative criticism, but I think grrm could still make her fall just as interesting (and especially tragic) should twow and ados get published. (Also, I attribute the flaws w that arc more to D&D and their rapidly waning interest in the show.)

[bat-stuff]

Give him liberty or Give me death

A Starwars Story

Story follows Y/n, a nearly 15 year old girl who recently ran away from Jedi training to start a new life. But what happens when the Force catches up to her in the form of a recovering Sith Lord?

Disclaimer: I don't own the Starwars Franchise

ok now that's out of the way, the real disclaimers:

This is set in the far future, after a lot of the canon storyline.

If ANYTHING seem canonically incorrect please don't try to correct me, I'll eventually find out and feel shitty about it anyway. I wrote it how i felt it would fit the story best. again, bear with me

Please enjoy to the best of your ability, Thanks!

Chapter One: Tatooine

Sand engulfed Y/n’s feet as she pushed through the storm. Tatooine was a nasty planet covered in dust, sand, and an abundance of the strangest people Y/n had ever seen. 

Tatooine had history though. Bad history. To be completely honest, Y/n never cared too much for the past. She knew very little of the Skywalker dynasty and frankly didn’t feel the need to know any more. She was done with the god-awful Jedi Historical training, opting to take a hike rather than stay five more years and watch Palo take the spot she worked tirelessly for with little effort. 

He always was the golden boy. Picking up information faster than everyone else, outperforming everyone else, looking better than everyone else, having a higher midichlorian count than everyone else. The only thing he couldn’t beat her in was sparring. The only part she’d ever enjoyed of the training. Lightsabers. 

She was also pretty damn good at piloting but Palo wasn’t interested in that so she would never get to see who was better. 

What a degenerate pansy. 

Her banter with Palo didn’t matter anymore. She had quit, and that was final. No more training, no more pressure, no more pain and suffering. 

The force couldn’t get to her if she didn’t believe in it. Well, she hoped. God forbid the dark side reach out a slimy finger to graze her. The last thing she had ever wanted was for that side of the force to engulf her. Maybe that's why she left. 

Maybe. 

The force had a habit of clawing its way into the souls of even the strongest Jedi. 

Fear leads to hate, hate leads to anger, anger leads to suffering.

The words were practically seared into her mind. From day one of training she was told these words nearly every day. If she showed any sign of doubt, she would be dragged into the darkness. 

In the end, that didn’t stop her from a convective fear of the unknown. 

It was no doubt that she had spent the better part of her almost fifteen years in the galaxy fearful. She had always been afraid of making the wrong choice, the one that would drag her past the point of no return. 

Yeah. That’s why she left. No, fled. As if the Jedi Order would willingly let a newly deemed Padawan walk away. Not with that kind of force training. 

To the order, Y/n was a bomb just waiting for the Sith to spark near her fuse. 

Her mind raced with these thoughts as she pushed forward. Sandstorms were dangerous, she had been told. Yet, there she was in the middle of one, retrieving a cloak of all things, for a young girl down the road from her poorstone bungalow. The poor thing had gone the past month or so without protection from the sandy wind. Didn’t help that the youngling walked every morning to work herself sick washing dishes for The Dockside Cafe. And of course, the Jedi training instilled in Y/n made it practically impossible to resist hunting down this little girl’s cloak. 

God, sometimes she hated being selfless. 

The day I stop being this stupid is the day the Sith gets me, apparently. She scorned herself. 

Upon her arrival in the market the storm died down from deadly to mildly dangerous, or at least it seemed that way. The cluster of buildings most likely blocked a portion of debris and wind from getting into the square. She let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. The assortment of shops provided some protection, but she would still need to find where the cloak had even been left before it decided to get worse.

Ah yes, Tatooine was a beautiful place. It had always been her dream to be killed by a planet’s dandruff. 

There was a task at hand. She couldn’t spend any more time complaining about the weather. 

To be completely honest, she had no clue where to start. The young girl had said she couldn’t have left the robe at the diner, considering she was there every day and hadn’t seen it since the day she lost it.

Of course, children had a habit of not looking very thoroughly for lost items, but the children of Tatooine weren’t normal children. They had near to nothing. Losing something as miniscule as a garment of clothing was a shot at death to them. Especially with the planet’s harsh conditions. 

Even knowing this, Y/n made the choice to start at Dockside.

The Dockside Cafe was a small corner bar in Mos Eisley known for the galaxy’s smallest menu of drinks and the driest food known to creature-kind. The true owner of the cafe had died off who-knows-how-long ago and was currently run by a technological artifact that went by the name of CG-X2R. Or better known as CG by the townsfolk. The droid had a knack for complaining about everything and listening to no one, unless of course, you were there to complain, too. 

Just the type Y/n didn’t care to talk to, but could tolerate long enough to get information.  

As she strolled into the dimly lit space, a few heads turned. Usual customers that didn’t care too much about her presence, seeing as almost immediately upon realizing it was some teenage girl they didn’t know they went back to their business. Seeing as the cafe was wedged into the ground, it was probably one of the coolest places on the planet. That being said, it could always use better airflow. 

Y/n had grown quite fond of this cafe over the last month. It was relaxing. 

She reached for a stool and sat herself in the middle of the bar table. Then she proceeded to whistle at CG and motion for the droid to come over. 

“You again?” He sighed. She gave a slight smile and rolled her shoulders back in a stretch.

“It is. But this time I’m here on business. You haven’t happened to have seen a child’s cloak in the last month?” 

He whirred in thought. His old gears creaked as he tried to recall the last month. 

“Would this cloak happen to be young Alexava’s cloak she claimed she lost?”

Y/n groaned and threw her head on the table. 

“Yes” She mumbled through her arms. The old droid let out a grating snicker. 

He whipped around to fetch a glass of luke-warm water for the girl. She brought her head up and thanked him with a nod. She placed a peggat on the counter, which he gratefully accepted with a whir of mechanics. 

“I know what you’re going to say,” She sighed. “And my answer is no. I can’t resist helping a dumb kid who misplaced their only drapes.” The droid seemed to quiver in humor. 

Once again, that undesired urge to help people snuck its way into her mind. Her intentions were obvious, and that's what scared her. She knew one day, the Force would catch up with her, and show her a “better” way to help people. A way that gave her power beyond belief. The way of the dark side. 

“Well, I hadn’t seen it for quite some time.” 

She narrowed her eyes. “Hadn’t?”

Past tense. He was being difficult. 

He clicked at her immediate recognition of his riddle. 

“Ah, but I guess it was good material. Because I did see it today in the hands of one of those hunters who hang around here. Just before Mos Eisley opened,” The droid spoke. “An ugly creature, he was. No manners whatsoever. As if he was raised by a bantha.” He shook his head in disappointment. Y/n stopped him before he could go on.

“Why would he take a child’s cloak?”

“Hell if I know. He’s a bounty hunter. I would guess he wanted to sell it. They like money, a little too much. Tends to get them into a lot of trouble, as well as cause good salesmen like me a lot of trouble. Because of their mischief, I have to deal with a perturbed ten year-old-” she cut him off.

“I’m fifteen.”

“No you’re not.”

“Nearly fifteen- where did he go?” She insisted

The droid whirred once again in something she could only assume to be the equivalent of a smirk. 

“Where do you think? Where all those rats go to get paid.” Her stomach sank in her gut. 

The Cantina. 

She internally groaned for the millionth time that day.

“Alright, what’s his name?”

Another damn bar. 

That little girl always has to be involved with a place that flourished off of alcohol. Her conscience hissed.

At least Dockside was friendly. Sort of. 

The Mos Eisley Cantina was a whole different alley. Not a good one either. She’d heard plenty of stories about bounty hunter central, and the amount of fights that occurred there by the hour. It was home to hut-hirings and dangerous travelers looking to make a quick buck. Of course, the presence of the Huts was the telltale of the bar. You always had to watch your back or end up as a body on the floor. The bar was downright sinister. No one in their right mind was going to walk into that bar and demand to know who took some little girls' cloak and that they wanted it back.

So of course, that’s what Y/n’s plan was. 

In the end, she had no plan. She was just making stuff up and rolling with whatever happened. 

Sensing the Force was like this. All the best Jedi did it. And all the best Jedi found themselves dead, eventually.

Good thing she wasn’t a Jedi, and good thing the Force didn’t exist. So instead she was just stupid.

Instead of just strolling into the bar, like at the cafe, she played more towards a dramatic entrance. If she was going to die in a bar, at least she was going to make it look interesting. 

Y/n stood in the doorway upon her first step in. This time, nearly everyone turned to look at her. Eyes widened at the sight of a young girl. She straightened her posture in an attempt to look less annoyed than what she really was. She waited a minute, hoping the eyes would turn away. 

They didn’t. 

She blew off her discomfort and strode her way to the front counter, seating herself once again, right in the middle. She waved down the bartender once again, and felt the second wave of nausea hit.

What was she doing?

She figured her only option from here was to get down to the point. Somehow what had seemed like a harmless mission to find a girl’s cloak had turned into one of the most dangerous things she’d ever experienced in her life.

“What do you want?” The man hissed. Y/n cringed. He smelled terrible. His reaction to her expression wasn’t good and he reached over to grab her collar. She quickly dodged and slapped his hand away from her, pinning it to the wooden countertop. She rose in her seat, hooking her feet on the run of the stool to stand taller than him. 

She grinned. “I’m looking for someone by the name of Igo Runn.” 

The room seemed to stop breathing as all eyes turned to her. And suddenly, now that she had control of the room, the nausea dripped away. She often thrived on attention like a drug. 

The bartender quickly pulled himself away from her in disgust. She gave him a toothy smile as she brushed off her hands and sat back down. Intimidation was a game to her, it was the only way to make Palo crumble ninety percent of the time. And she loved to see Palo fail. 

Suddenly a voice spoke from the back corner of the bar. 

“Little girl you must be the dumbest doll to come into this place demanding things.” He snarked. She pulled herself out of her chair and walked towards the man to get a better look at him. He was heavy set, with dark hair and pale skin. His face, barely visible in the dimly lit bar, was morphed into an ugly shape. He looked like he had been around the two suns for a while. 

CG did say he was ugly. 

“You’re Igo Runn?” He let out the loudest laugh she had ever heard. His shaking body caused the table he sat at to aggressively rock. 

“No, Doll. That’s Igo Runn.” he chuckled, gesturing across the room to a sleeping form draped across a booth table. All eyes turned towards the body. She shook her head lightly. From somewhere a bottle was thrown at the poor guy, hitting him square in the back. Instantly, the man woke up, blaster in hand, frantically looking around for who threw the poor bottle. Laughter echoed through the tavern.

It only took a moment for our eyes to meet. 

He was young. Very young. Probably a  teenager. 

“That right there is Runn. I don’t know what you want with that little rodent but you better be quick, Doll. He likes to run.” The fat man chucked.

“Don’t call me Doll.” 

He frowned. 

“I’ll call you whatever I want, Doll.”

She thought for a minute. Grabbing a bottle off a nearby table. She made a quick glance at Igo Runn, motioning for him to sit. 

That's why she swung. 

The glass connected perfectly to the large man’s head with a satisfying crack. He was knocked out of his chair by the sheer force of the blow. And as all bar fights started, chaos broke free. 

Fists flew rapidly through the air as Y/n peered through the crowd just in time to catch a glimpse of Runn, bolting out of the bar. She hoped tables after him. He barely got a block before she had tackled him to the sandy ground.

Wind still whipped around them in the storm. It was almost as if it had gotten worse. She needed to wrap this up and get back to her bungalow. She swung herself off him.

“Where is the cloak you stole?” She yelled over the storm, her voice bare admissible. He seemed annoyed at her question.

“Why do you care?” He screamed back. His voice was light. 

She couldn’t see him too well, but she tried her best to make out his features in the sand. He had tan skin and curly brown hair. He was tall and lanky with barely any meat on his bones. In fact she could feel every one of his ribs as her shin rested against his torso to keep him down. She kind of felt sorry for the guy. 

“I care because there's a little girl who works hard every day, who doesn’t make any money, and who is in pain because you took one of the only things that can protect her from this planet.” She hissed at him. Y/n scoured around him until she eventually found his satchel, which to her relief, held the cloak. 

He seemed to frown. “Last I checked, no one came and got this cloak. It was just sitting there when I saw it.”

“So you just took it?” Igo shrugged.

“What the hell would you need a little girl's cloak for?” She asked. He managed to shove her off him. He brushed himself off, which seemed awfully dramatic considering the dust storm going on around them.

“Why don’t you tell that little girl she’s not the only one hurting for money?” Y/n grabbed his collar and slammed him against the side of Mos Eisley. He was an arrogant boy with no better personality other than greed. He only cared about what helped him live day by day. 

Y/n’s inner thoughts hissed at her to kick the crap out of him to teach him a lesson. But her fear of the Force took over almost instantly. Violence wasn’t a good answer. It was too risky.

Reluctantly, she sighed and let him go. Igo’s face morphed into one of shock. She began to walk in the direction of home. She was officially tired of everything.

“So you’re just letting me go?” He inquired, hopping after her. Without even turning around to acknowledge him she replied. 

“Yep.”

He frowned. “Okay?”

“I’ll see you around I guess.” He said. She sighed.

“No you won’t, get the hell off of Tatooine. Don’t come back. I’m just tired, that doesn’t mean we’re friends.” She hissed at him. She felt his footsteps cease from behind her. He’d stopped following her.

Good riddance. 

The trek back to Alexava Russa’s home took longer than Y/n was expecting, but sandstorms were still dangerous and a pain to deal with. Once she arrived, the girl had squealed in delight, thanking her for finding the thing that took at least five years off of Y/n’s life. 

She didn’t tell the youngling what she went through to get it though. Neither Alexava nor her mother needed to hear about that. Y/n felt better just telling them some bystander had accidentally picked it up and left it at Lup’s. 

Mrs. Russa offered for her to wait out the storm in their home but she politely declined. She had told the Russas that she had a busy day tomorrow and needed to get home. In reality, nightfall was coming soon and she didn’t want the family to deal with her bad dreams. 

Dreams that often woke her in a cold sweat, screaming. Dreams that only recently appeared. 

Another reason she gave up Jedi training. 

Once home, to her tiny, rented bungalow. She threw off her garments and fell into her bed. She was getting close to being done with leaving that bed. Nothing bad ever happened when she stayed in the house. She wasn’t dragged into things that were none of her business. As usual she spent the next hour procrastinating sleep, wondering if there was any way to get rid of the internalized jedi-justice she was suffering from. 

It took a while, but sleep finally won. Or at least the nightmares did. 

[roseaesynstylae]

My headcanon is that Savage Opress is the guy in the Opress family who appreciates art and philosophy. Maul can monologue about Sith beliefs like there's no tomorrow and DOES NOT CARE about artistic... anything... unless it's of use to him. Feral tries, but he just can't get into it. Savage, meanwhile, can give a three-hour lecture on Caamasi philosophy in the Kurost sector or the sculpture of the Seventh Dynasty of Xibariz with great eloquence. Even after going through the Nightsisters' fucked-up transformation ritual, he can still show off his frankly insane amount of knowledge on art and philosophy to anyone who assumes he's a dumb brute. He rather enjoys their total confusion.

[x-authorship-x]

mmm fuck ok.

the uchihas as one of the few dynasties in the temple, fugaku is a master, well known and quite prideful about it, itachi is his son but is in the temple because 'hey i cant be attached to the kid if i never see him', shisui is mikoto (non jedi)'s nephew same as usual, except he's force sensitive and is basically used by fugaku to keep an eye on itachi for him cos he can't. o66 happens when shisui is like 12 and a half, he's one of the best initiates but is at risk of aging out because he's keeps turning down masters until itachi can become a padawan too. then boom o66, what you said happens, he's out as a pretty skilled (but temporarily blind) initiate and learning from luke.

for more uchihas, sasuke was only like 3 when o66 happened and mikoto refused to give him to the creche despite him being force sensitive, so he's and mikoto are still alive, but fugaku got merked with the rest of the order, so they eventually hear of this mandalorian with grogu and some dude who looks like their long lost cousin/nephew. sasuke is now almost the same age itachi was when he died, which makes shisui FEEL THINGS

sorry ive gone a bit nuts in this ask

Yes, Hiding. YES

Also absolutely fascinated that Fugaku thought he could, what, do an Anakin with Mikoto- hmm, maybe because the Uchiha are famously force sensitive, and pretty... similar to each other, Fugaku figured that so long as he was basically nothing but a sperm donor then no one would actually think he had the BALLS to father a son AND THEN KEEP HIM AT THE TEMPLE LOL, he wouldn't be breaking Creed but more... Bending... And then Itachi can grow, become a Padawan and Knight, and support Fugaku's ambitions in the council.... And it seemed to be working, with Itachi's complimentary bodyguard in the form of Shisui at his beck and call, so Fugaku sired Sasuke... And then it all went to shit at the Temple! Good news Anakin, you CAN have a wife and kids without going Sith but only if you're dead inside!

[rqzorcrest]

(Not so) Small introduction to my starwars AU,

Part 1

since it’s a lot of time I wanted to post more about it, but I didn’t have the motivation to write ����

My Au is called Star Wars Alters because it basically is about the concept (of my invention) of force alters.

Yeah. I’m not creative with titles as I am with the lore.

First: What’s a force alter?

Simply put (the theory is too long, besides the story behind it and the prophecy), a force alter is an entity that a force-sensitive individual can connect to via the World Between Worlds. In addition to providing help and greater combat skills, if balanced it allows you to have a perpetual connection with the force, and effectively not age or die (if not killed). It also provides other abilities, including the ability to change appearance, or create visions. This technique was born on the planet of Korana, a small planet in the Outer Rim, and has been disputed for millennia between Jedi and Sith. An alter can be Balanced, Light, or Dark. The differences lie mainly in the use that the individual makes of it but also in the consequences he suffers. a balanced alter allows for the greatest amount of skill and true perpetual connection to the force. a Light alter, increases abilities, extends life and provides energy, but is not complete. a Dark alter consumes life energy and slowly destroys its host, causing physical and psychological symptoms, and significantly shortening life.

Main characters:

The Night Brother (Isaak):

A young force sensitive chiss, illegitimate child of a member of the Mitth family. He has been working for the Empire since he was 16, and was secretly trained by Sidious. In the time frame in which the main events take place, he is the one who possesses a dark side alter and uses it to apparently serve the empire against the rebellion. however, he is a character who is not simply an Imperial villain, but is complex and tormented. he exploits the empire to find the answers to all his questions, convinced that he has no place in the universe and that his purposeless existence should just end.

Diane (Still searching for a proper imperial name for her!) :

She is the imperial governor (and Last Matriarch) of the planet of Korana, ruled for millennia by a long dynasty of Jedi priestesses, who were the keepers of the secret technique of the Force Alters. She was destined to obtain the throne by dynastic succession, but she was overthrown by her twin sister and found refuge in the Empire after the fall of the Republic. She appears more fragile and kinder than her counterpart, The Night Brother, however she is strong, determined and convinced that she has a specific place, that she has a destiny that she is willing to claim at all costs.

These two characters are extremely complementary, their destinies are linked and are fundamental to the overall development of the plot. Both, led by the Emperor, are at the head of a secret imperial project, Project Astra, which exploits the knowledge and various arts and techniques developed by the cult of Korana to build imperial weapons. The main story begins following the discovery of a rebellion, partially detached from the original rebel union, which threatens the project itself.

Grandmaster Rayla:

The matriarch now almost Yoda's age, who preceded Diane (or her sister) in the dynastic succession. She retained the throne following Diane's "incident" and her exile, trying to maintain Peace until the rise of the empire. She possesses a Light alter, plagued by visions since she was a padawan before becoming matriarch. She was the teacher of the young Aegon Caylan, who fell to her dark side and was killed by her for it, during the ancient republic, and of Isaak's father, before the fall of the republic. She is convinced that she can save her cult and her planet, but she always falls into the wrong interpretation of her visions. Driven by willpower, she leads the rebellion against the Astra project until the end of the story.

If you’re interested you can find it on my profile under the hashtag? Idk how tumblr works, honestly.

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Year In Books 2023

My reading goals are

1.) read 100 literary classics

2.) Read every Star Wars novel in the Pre Disney canon

3.) Read every book/series I read as a kid

Best And Worst Books From 2023

Top 5 Classics of 2023

5.) Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson 3/5

4.) Robin Hood - Paul Creswick 3/5

3.) The Illiad - Homer 3/5

2.) 2001 A Space Odyssey - Arthur C. Clarke 4/5

1.) 1984 - George Orwell 5/5

Bottom 5 Classics of 2023

5.) The Wind In The Willows - Kenneth Grahame 2/5

4.) Chapmans The Odyssey - Chapman/Homer 2/5

3.) Call Of The Wild - Jack London 2/5

2.) Phaedo - Plato 2/5

1.) Defense Of Socrates/Euthyphro/Crito - Plato 2/5

Top 5 miscellaneous genre fiction of 2023

5.) Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk 4/5

4.) A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms - George R.R. Martin 4/5

3.) Batman The Court Of Owls - Greg Cox 4/5

2.) Bioshock: Rapture - John Shirley 5/5

1.) Jurassic Park - Michael Crichton 5/5

Bottom 5 miscellaneous genre fiction of 2023

5.) Hitman Enemy Within - Willaim C. Dietz 3/5

4.) The Lost World - Michael Crichton 3/5

3.) Spider-Man The Lizard Sanction - Diane Duane 2/5

2.) Spider-Man The Octopus Agenda - Diane Duane 2/5

1.) The Girl Who Lived Twice -David Lagercrantz 1/5

Top 5 Star Wars Novels of 2023

5.) Outbound Flight - Timothy Zahn 4/5

4.) Darth Bane Rule Of Two - Drew Karpyshyn 4/5

3.) Revenge Of The Sith - Matthew Stover 5/5

2.) Darth Bane Dynasty Of Evil - Drew Karpyshyn 5/5

1.) Darth Bane Path Of Destruction - Drew Karpyshyn 5/5

Bottom 5 Star Wars Novels of 2023

5.) Champions Of The Force - Kevin J Anderson 4/5

4.) The Phantom Menace - Terry Brooks 4/5

3.) Labyrinth Of Evil - James Luceno 3/5

2.) I Jedi - Michael A. Stackpole 2/5

1.) Tales From The Empire - Various Authors 2/5

Top 5 Young Reader Novels of 2023

5.) Jedi Quest: The Dangerous Games - Jude Watson 3/5

4.) All The Wrong Questions: Why Is This Night Different From All Other Nights - Lemony Snicket 4/5

3.) Brians Winter - Gary Paulson 4/5

2.) All The Wrong Questions: Shouldn't You Be In School - Lemony Snicket 4/5

1.) Hatchet - Gary Paulson 4/5

Bottom 5 Young Reader Novels of 2023

5.) Goosebumps Deep Trouble 2 - R.L Stine 2/5

4.) The First Four Years - Laura Ingalls Wilder 2/5

3.) The Nose From Jupiter - Richard Scrimger 2/5

2.) Wayside School Beneath The Cloud Of Doom - Louis Sachar 1/5

1.) Unicorns Don't Give Sleigh Rides - Debbie Dadey 1/5

Top 5 comics of 2023

5.) Dragon Ball Z Vol 1 - Akira Toriyama 5/5

4.) Calvin And Hobbes The Days Are Just Packed - Bill Watterson 5/5

3.) Batman The Long Halloween - Jeph Loeb 5/5

2.) Calvin And Hobbes Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat - Bill Watterson 5/5

1.) Calvin And Hobbes It's A Magical World - Bill Watterson 5/5

Bottom 5 Comics of 2023

5.) Green Lantern True Colors - Art Baltazar 2/5

4.) Bart Simpson Bust Up - Matt Groening 2/5

3.) Wonder Woman - William Messner-Loebs 2/5

2.) Pokemon Giratina & The Sky Warrior - Hijoka Makota 2/5

1.) Binky And His Buddies- John Albano 2/5

2023 Reading Stats

46,866 Pages Read

272 Books Read

16 Literary Classics

22 Miscellanious genre fiction novels

11 Star Wars novels

100 Youth/YA/Young Reader novels

92 Graphic Novels/Comic Trade Paperbacks/Digests

1 Non Fiction Book Read

29 Picture/Reference Books Read

Shortest Book: Mortimer- Robert Munsch

Longest Book: False Memory - Dean Koontz

Most Popular Book Read (on goodreads): 1984 - George Orwell

Highest rated Book Read (on goodreads): Calvin And Hobbes It's A Magical World - Bill Watterson

Lowest Rated Book Read (on goodreads): Bad Hare Day - R.L Stine

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Pyro's Pyrotechnic Love Life - Chapter 9: Lesser Evil

For @contentment-of-cats. Also on AO3.

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Imperial Palace, Coruscant

Palpatine was... worried. It wasn’t a feeling he experienced often, but there it was. Vader, his most utilized enforcer, was nowhere to be found, once again chasing down Kenobi, this time somewhere in the Deep Core, right after the initial battle on Krownest was over. That damn obsession the weakling Skywalker had for his old Master would be Vader’s downfall, and Palpatine needed to find a backup apprentice soon. That redheaded boy that’d been harassing his operations would be quite a Sith from what he’d seen, he’d be a suitable replacement.

Thrawn was occupied with Krownest, and until that portion of Mandalorian Space was stabilized he’d be indisposed. Palpatine was aware enough to recognize the Mandalorians for the threat they were. Thrawn was the best option, even if he’d rather have him elsewhere.

And then there were the Tagges. It was no secret to anyone that Domina Tagge was making moves at every moment of every day. He’d hope that having Killian and Sanya Tagge be high-ranking Separatists would’ve weakened The House when the CIS inevitably lost the war, and he’d be able to nationalize TaggeCo as part of the reparations.

He did not foresee Cassio and Domina Tagge committing parricide and completely cutting out the Separatist leadership, or TaggeCo starving the entirety of Serreno when Dooku decided to move on Tagge Space by force. He ruled the galaxy, but the Tagges controlled it, and nothing short of a brutal and public incursion to seize TaggeCo would take that control from them. They were a problem, a problem he didn’t know how to solve.

And was that dread in his stomach? Something was about to happen, he could feel it in the Force, but what?

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Containment Cell Two, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead

Hera was thinking over the offer. If what Lapin Tagge said was true, the Tagges fully intended to remove Palpatine from power, one way or another. Should they succeed, the Rebellion would be rendered irrelevant and unnecessary unless the Dynasty proved to be just as bad or worse than the Empire. The offer was simple. Join the Armada or any department of their operations and they would guarantee amnesty for her. She’d get a stable paying job no matter which department she chose, along with healthcare and other benefits.

But what made her truly consider it was them saying TaggeCo could restore Kanan’s vision, and that they had an hour to decide before the ISB’s Major Partagaz came to interrogate them and the offer expired. She’d heard of Partagaz before, a Clone Wars hero that was involved in so many secrets his name had to be redacted, leaving only ‘Partagaz’ on his illustrious, medal-filled record. She’d also heard horror stories about his interrogation techniques. The man was psychological warfare personified.

Hera caressed her stomach. She was deciding for two. The offer was made almost an hour ago. She was running out of time. The toggle was flicked. “Tell Lapin Tagge that I accept the offer.”

If any of her family rejected it, she would only be able to watch as they were taken away. The child inside her was the priority now.

It took ten minutes for a guard component to arrive and release her. She looked down the hallway to see Sabine, Kanan, Zeb, and Tristan being guided out of their cells. Chopper was nowhere to be seen, and Ezra was looking at them with stubborn eyes through the ray shields. She wanted to talk to him, to beg that he accepted before it was too late, but that was the moment two ISB officers arrived. She recognized Wullf Yularen, and the other must be Partagaz.

Hera stared back at Ezra with pleading eyes as she was escorted away and the two officers made their way over to her son.

“Where are you taking us?”

“To The Lady. The specifics of your arrangements still need to be made.”

Well then, time to see what her future would look like.

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Recovery Room, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead

“Wait, you two were engaged?” Yana was looking between Yissa and Artur in shock, all three of them now somewhat dressed and on a different bed while Merri blissfully twitched on the other one, barely conscious. Yissa was blushing lightly and Artur just shrugged.

“Our families arranged it. Yissa chose me out of a lineup and Aunt Mina gladly paid the bride price to get the Hammerlys into the blood web. By the way, Yissa, six million was criminally low.”

“Well, I didn’t have much of a say in things, Artur.”

“Alright, cut it out, both of you. What happened after you got engaged?” Yana interrupted before they could argue again. She’d only just managed to make them get along.

Yissa looked at her wyf. “Well, we got engaged, went on a few dates mostly for the publicity, and then on my wedding day I found a note detailing the best route out of the building to the nearest recruiting station. The rest you already know.”

Yana did know. It was broadcasted live a week after the Youth Corps placed her on Corulag. The Runaway Bride, climbing down the side of the Hall of Citizens with no less than thirty kilos of jewelry on her dress, hotwiring a speeder, and gunning it for the nearest Imperial recruiting station will forever be imprinted in her mind. Yissa had inadvertently inspired her.

“Who placed that note there? Did you know?”

“I don’t. Whoever it was didn’t leave a name.”

Artur spoke up. “I do.”

Both women looked at him, and Yissa’s eyes widen as she registered the look on his face. She tackled him in a hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

Yana was connecting the dots. Artur left that note, making sure to keep himself from suspicion in the process. Why? Did he not like Yissa? Or was it the arranged marriage he didn’t want? Did he not want to get married? To anyone? To her? What if he-

No. Stop. Bad brain. He loved her, that much she knew. That was enough. Now, just one last thing.

“What are we gonna do about Merri?”

Before any of them could deliberate on it, Lapin poked their head in. “Everyone, check your personal message stack. Artur, Operation Titanfall is a go. Get dressed, you’re needed on the bridge.”

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Conference Room One, The Acquisitor, Tagge Armada

The trip from the Levinbolt to the Acquisitor was silent, save for Lapin relaying instructions to the pilot and giving a clearance code on approach. The Spectres were all huddled in one corner, heads down. They all took the deal. They were selling out. They were leaving the rebels, leaving the cause, behind to save themselves. Chopper was missed, but Lapin had assured her that the droid was safe and untouched, and that she’d get him back eventually. Ezra, on the other hand…

Why was he so damn stubborn? Hera knew why, but this was unwinnable. You didn’t go up against the Tagges and expected to survive. You just didn’t. If it was the Empire she would’ve been right there with him, ready to die before giving up or giving in, but it wasn’t. Unlike the Empire, the Tagges realized that while not everyone could be threatened into submission, anyone could be bought, you just needed to find the right currency.

She had been bought. They offered her a damn good life, and even promised new eyes for Kanan as a ‘signing bonus’. In the end, she was selfish. For once in her damn life, she chose the selfish, self-serving option.

Did she regret it? Maybe. Too late to back away now.

Sabine was staring at her boots, leaning on Tristan for support. Her father was still in the brig, so was her riduur. She needed to use this opportunity to negotiate their releases, secure them protection like what they offered her. Some cynical part of her brain told her to leave her mother out of it. Ursa Wren abandoned her own family, let her see what it felt like. That line of thought did nothing for her guilt.

She was running away again. First her family, now the Alliance. Once a coward, always a coward, she supposed.

A voice snapped them out of their thoughts. “We’re here. Landing now.”

A squad of guards in gray, red, and gold escorted them from the moment they left the shuttle to the moment they walked through the doors of the conference room. Lady Domina was there, sitting at the head of a long table, datapad in hand.

“Captain Syndulla, Commander Dume, Captain Orrelios, Lord and Lady Wren. Sit down, if you please.”

Eyebrows raised at the formal address of their ranks, or title in Sabine’s and Tristan’s cases, but the five of them sat down at the other end of the table.

“I’ve been told that you five have accepted my offer. This meeting is just to finalize some finer details and give each of you a chance to… negotiate.” Her eyes turned to Sabine. “Your parents, in particular, can still be spared, if you can offer me something equally valuable in return.”

Sabine and Tristan both glared at her, rage bubbling up. Their parents were people, not bargaining chips. But to this woman that’s exactly what they were. “What do you want?” Sabine growled.

A smile, deceptively sweet. “A life for a life. Your father, mother, and husband, for Jan Dodona, Gial Ackbar, and Saw Gererra.”

All four sets of eyes widened. “Why Saw? What’s so special about him?”

Sabine felt, rather than saw, Domina’s eyes hardened. A screen appeared in the middle of the table and a news report from HNN was played.

“Controversy from the Senate Building today as Senator Ulric Tagge of Tepasi accused several other senators, including Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, and Bana Breemu, of colluding with notorious terrorist Saw Gererra to cover up a planetwide genocide on Jegsziv, a world in the Expansion Region that has long been classified as a Class-4 bioweapon after a supposed mining disaster infected the planet’s atmosphere. Along with that, new evidence from the ISB has apparently been brought to light on supposed connections between several senators and the insurgent organization known as the Rebellion or the Alliance. All of the accused senators have, at this point, refused to comment on the allegations. This is Alton Kastle, reporting live on HoloNet News.”

She looked at the four stunned rebels. “Before you ask, no, that wasn’t propaganda. The allegations are real. Every single one of them.”

Kanan could feel the truth from Domina Tagge, so at least she fully believed what she was saying, and he told the rest of them as much. Hera was disgusted. Not exactly surprised, not with Saw, but she was surprised about Senator Organa or Mon Mothma covering it up.

Regardless, there were also the connections between the senators and the Alliance. If those charges stuck, and the ISB being confident enough to arrest two prominent senators publicly was alarming, the Alliance would lose their best assets in the Core, their eyes and voices in the Senate, and would also have to mount a rescue mission that was likely an ambush.

No matter which way this went, the Alliance just took a possibly lethal blow. Morale would be low, and if either of the senators talked the Empire would have enough information to rout the entire rebellion.

Sabine was… glad. Shamefully, she was glad. If the Alliance was doomed, then there was almost no reason for her to stay when there was an alternative that would end up overthrowing the current regime anyway, and with many more resources under them. Wait. Idea.

“How would you feel about including Alliance personnel into the deal? My parents, Ezra, and the Alliance. The same deal you offered me.”

Domina raised an eyebrow. Bold, this one. Expectedly so, but still bold. “Unlike your Alliance, Lady Wren, I operate on guarantees, not hope. Defined terms. Hard boundaries. So, make me a proposal, and I will consider it. Until then, this negotiation will be strictly focusing on your immediate family.”

Shoulders sagging, Sabine nodded regardless. It was objectively reasonable. The Lady was being generous enough. Testing that generosity was not the best idea, not right now. “Fine, but I’m coming back to that later. I’m not leaving them to fend for themselves, not if I can help them.”

A nod. “Fair enough, although you understand that you need to betray two important rebel commanders to get your parents back, don’t you?”

Hera took control of the situation before Sabine could answer. “We need some time to discuss. And some privacy.”

Lapin looked at Domina, got a nod, and escorted the four rebels into a side room. “You have five minutes. Again, I hope you choose wisely.”

Hera waited until the door is shut before turning around. “I’m going to ask this very seriously. Are we going to give up Admiral Ackbar and General Dodona to save the Wrens and Ezra?”

Sabine looked around. If it was just up to her, she would do it in a heartbeat. At least Dodona and Ackbar had a chance to escape whatever ambush was coming their way. The others were doomed if they couldn’t help them, right here, right now. Her found family seemed to share that line of thought, and Kanan confirmed that Domina was being truthful.

“I’m not part of this Alliance, and this is a choice between two strangers and my parents for me. I’m choosing my parents.” Sabine nodded in agreement at her brother’s statement. Despite what her mother’s actions might have indicated, family truly was everything to a Mandalorian.

It came to a vote. Zeb was hesitant, but eventually he relented that at least the two rebel commanders had a chance to evade capture. Hera looked around. “Alright, we’ll tell Domina where to find them. Hopefully they can escape. Now, what about Gererra?”

Sabine looked at Tristan. “I have an idea, but I need you to agree to it.”

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“So, do you have a proposal for me?”

Sabine stared at those eyes, those icy blue eyes, and almost buckled. Somehow, the woman looking at her was more terrifying than most of the beings she’d encountered so far. “Yes. We’ll give you intel on Ackbar and Dodona, in exchange for my father, Ezra, and protection for any Alliance personnel that wants it.”

“And Gererra?”

“We don’t know where he is.”

“Shame. Amnesty for your father, Commander Bridger, and consideration for any defecting Alliance personnel in exchange for Ackbar and Dodona. That’s my final offer.”

Sabine looked around, getting one last round of confirmation. “Done, but we need to get them back before you get your intel.”

“Perfectly reasonable. What about your mother?”

A second of hesitation. Domina analyzed it. Ah, so that was how she wanted to do this. If her guess turned out to be correct then Wren was more ruthless than she thought.

Her guess was proven right when Sabine turned back to her. “She abandoned her son. Her family. Let see how she likes it.”

Domina smiled. “As you wish. Lapin, arrange transport for Alrich Wren and Ezra Bridger from the Levinbolt. Now, regarding your positions within TaggeCo, have any of you given any thought as to what you want to do?”

Hera was the first to speak. “Piloting. I want to fly, and none of that orbital nerfshit either. I want to travel deep space.”

Lapin checked their datapad. “There’s always a cargo pilot position open at TaggeCo, and 3rd Scout Platoon on the Enterprise is requesting a new pilot. I’m guessing you’d want a job away from combat?”

Hera frowned. “How’d you figure?”

A pointed glance at her stomach. Of course they knew. Of course. “Yes, I’d like something calm for a while at least. I’m guessing I’ll be hauling cargo across the galaxy?”

“Not right away. There’s a training course on procedures and protocol, then you’ll fly shorter deliveries first. Understand that all of you are effectively on parole, and you will be treated as such. You will be under surveillance, your movements and access will be restricted, and you can be subject to randomized check-ins from a TaggeCo enforcer at any time. This is the only way to peacefully keep Great Uncle Wullf off your backs.”

Hearing Colonel Yularen, Scourge of the Rebellion, referred to as ‘Great Uncle Wullf’ was jarring, but Hera forced herself to move on. “I’ll also need the Ghost back. It’s a modified freighter, I can use it for deliveries.”

Went unsaid was that the Ghost has been her home for over a decade, and she didn’t want to lose it too.

Domina shook her head. “TaggeCo has very strict standards for the vessels in our fleet. Besides speed, the Ghost doesn’t meet any of them. You can have it back as a personal spacecraft after the ISB is done examining it.”

The tone left no room for debate. Once again, Hera had no desire to get on this woman’s bad side. Domina turned her gaze to Kanan. “Every freighter requires a copilot and a security officer. Once we restore your sight you can get both certificates in three months. Would that be acceptable, Commander Dume?”

Kanan frowned. “It is, but how did you know-?”

“Your original name? We have access to the Jedi Archives, Commander, including the list of members and their blood samples. A simple DNA test was sufficient.”

His brows shot up. “You have access to the Archives!?”

“A replica of it, yes.”

“How!?”

A chuckle. “A Lady needs her secrets, Commander. A Tagge even more so. Now, your surgery is scheduled for tomorrow, and you all will be processed into our system a week later.”

Her eyes turned to Sabine and Tristan. “If either of you want to join the Armada, there are positions available for you both in either Weapons or Engineering. All enlisted, no officer posting. The next intake for the NCO Academy is full so you both will have to start at Private E-1. Not to worry, with your skill you’ll be promoted to Spec-4 soon enough. Any further and you’ll have to take the NCO exam.”

Sabine thought about the ranks for a second. “Wait, you-“

“Use the same rank structure as the Imperial Army? Yes, up to Marshal. No sense fixing a system that works. The Navy ranks are similar.”

Sabine thought about it. “And you’re sure there are no officer posts for us?” Being an officer would come with privileges and authority, and they’d also get paid more.

Domina shook her head. “No, but even if there were neither of you have a baccalaureate, so you’re both ineligible for commission. You’ll be given the opportunity to earn one as you serve, but I’d recommend rising through the enlisted ranks first before you go for a commission.”

Sabine looked at Tristan. He nodded. He wanted to keep fighting. “We’ll enlist.”

Lapin tapped their datapad. “You’ll be sent to our primary facility on Tepasi for basic training, then assigned to a ship or a planetside base. We’ll make sure you two are assigned together. I’m classing you both as Weapons Engineers. Your new uniforms and rank devices will be provided before you leave. Here are your contracts, take your time reading, feel free to ask any questions.”

While Sabine and Tristan read through the contracts, Lapin shifted to Zeb, who was offered the chance to become a Dax by Master Ordis and was eager to take it. While the Armada patrolled and protected Tagge Space, the Dax acted as protectors of Tepasi itself. The elite warrior sect of the Temple of Lotus, the symbol of Tepasi faith, and under the command of the revered Grandmaster Teshin, who was once a Dax himself, they protect and serve Tepasi, not any family or faction.

Zeb had met them before, when he escorted the Royal Family to Tepasi for a diplomatic trip. They were honorable and just. To be a Dax would be an honor.

Lapin finalized some of the paperwork. “Well, if you’d come with me, Commander Dume, we’ll get you prepped for surgery. Any preferences on eye color?”

Kanan turned his head to Hera, feeling her out in the Force. “Blue. Bright blue.”

“Done. Follow me. You can accompany him, Captain Syndulla. Captain Orrelios, you’ll need to swear in and be initiated into the Tepasi faith. Seeker Rell will guide you to the ship’s prayer room to get the process started.”

A short man in a white set of leather armor approach the door, hood drawn up to the forehead and head bowed. “Follow me, Initiate Garazeb. I will guide you on the first few steps of your new journey.”

Zeb shot one last look at Tristan and Sabine, still sitting at the table. He waved them goodbye, nodded at Kanan, saluted Hera, then followed the Seeker out. A new journey. An honorable one.

Sabine waved him off. “Will we get to see him again?”

“That depends on scheduling. You’re allowed leave while on duty, and the Dax have ample free time between shifts and missions. Captain, Commander, if you two will stay here a while more, your exchanged prisoners are docking now.”

The door opened five minutes later, both Ezra and Alrich escorted through the threshold in cuffs. Ezra was also sporting a Force dampener around his neck. Kanan felt a chill through his spine. He could hear his apprentice, and by tomorrow he would be able to see him, but he couldn’t feel him. Where there should’ve been a bright conduit of the Force, there was only… a Human. A normal Human. It was jarring, and terrifying, and… stop. Stop that line of thought. As long as Ezra could behave, he’d be just fine.

Things would be just fine. As long as The House kept its word and there were no other complications.

…

He just jinxed them all, didn’t he?

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Docking Bay 74, Coruscant Spaceport, Coruscant

One ‘Codi Lerobi’ checked through customs at the spaceport and made his way to the central hub. He needed to get information, reorient himself with the Core, then make it back to Bay 81 in time for his flight to Tepasi. He didn’t notice the plainclothes ISB spoof sending a message through his comms.

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The Stinger Mantis, Tanalorr, Koboh Abyss

Life was good for Cal Kestis. He had an integral part in the Hidden Path, he had a daughter to care for, friends to hang out with, a safe world to settle on, and, after a slip up with Merrin about using his last name on her citizenship forms since she didn’t have one of her own, he had a very scary and very loving wife.

So of course the galaxy decided that now was the perfect time to drop a bomb in his lap.

“Kestis? It’s Jung. Obi-Wan Kenobi is on Coruscant. He has a ticket to Tepasi at 2115 today under ‘Codi Lerobi’. I got a holo enclosed with this message as proof. Thought you’d want to know. Gonna try to keep ISB away from this as long as I can. Jung out.”

Cal tried his best to not get his hopes up as he opened the file and looked at the holo. That… that was Master Kenobi. No doubt about it. Older and rougher, but that was him. He should… he should go meet him, right? At the very least Master Kenobi would be safe on Tanalorr, and a Jedi like him surely had many things to teach.

But he promised Kata he’d be there for her natal day next week, and Merrin was so excited about it…

“BD, calculate travel time for me. Here to Coruscant.”

“Beep boop.”

He winces. “How about to Tepasi?”

“Beep beep boop.”

“That’s better. We’re going there. Extraction job, quick and easy. No one needs to know, right?”

“Boop boop bah.”

“Don’t be like that. She won’t even notice! Come on, get the engines started.”

They were just lifting off when his comms cackled to life. “Cal, where are you going?”

Cal froze. Shit. She was supposed to be busy with some ritual in the basement. “Just a quick check in with a contact, making sure everything’s still safe over there.”

“Over where?”

“Uhhhh…. Naboo. Yeah, the cell on Naboo. I’ll be back in two, three days tops. Tell Kata I love her?”

“…You don’t need backup?”

“Uh, no. No, it’s okay. Just a standard check in, shouldn’t be any trouble. Besides, one of us needs to arrange things for Kata’s natal day and we both know I’m useless.”

“Yes you are. Alright, be safe. You take care of him, BD.”

“Beep boop.”

“Alright, gotta go. I love you, Merrin.”

“Love you too, Cal.”

“Beep beep bah!”

“Yes, and you, BD.”

Cal laughed as the comms cut off. “Alright BD, set course for Tepasi and take us out.”

Time to get a Jedi Councilor back. What could possibly go wrong?

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

I have a few possible headcanons for why Luke and Leia are force sensitive if force sensitivity is not genetic:

1. ...destiny. The forces of fate were just swirling around all these events like mad and they were the right twins at the right time. In that sense, maybe they were force sensitive because of their father- but not because he would automatically and naturally pass down his force powers. Hey maybe in a fix-it au they would have been born not force sensitive at all! Does that make sense? Am I making sense? It makes sense in my head.

2. Anakin is different because he is the half-force chosen one demi-god etc and that is heritable

3. Anakin is a GMO. There be dark and murky sith experiments and Shmi was being very careful about what she said to Qui Gon. Plagius’s experiments were trying to make the occurrence of force sensitivity controllable and stuff and one way to do that would be to make it heritable. Possibly some ancient sith looked for ways to create dynasties and he could build on that. Possibly Plagius had something more like the clone + transference trick to immortality in mind, which would make it a bummer if his clone wasn’t force sensitive.

[marvelstars]

what if dathan was kenobi?

I honestly don´t know who dathan is sorry? :)

I like Obi-Wan but I need more information about this dathan to give an honest answer.

Edilt:

You know is possible Palpatine used the DNA of other Jedi to create a clone and have a dynasty but the problem I see is that Palpatine is also quite egocentric and if he was going to use a DNA different to his own, he most probably would have used Skywalker DNA for it´s sheer potential in the force.

That said if this question is about Obi-Wan being related to Rey in an AU I believe this would have been nice but if that was the case they needed to explain when exactly Obi-Wan had kids and why he didn´t seem to raise them while he was with Luke, there is a lot to explain that could be done but the movie would have been longer and it would not add much to Rey as a character besides the part where she has another lineage to have a connection to the force. They would also have to explain why Obi-Wan didn´t train his child while he was protecting Luke just to have another Jedi ready to fight the Sith.

If we are talking about the Kenobi family it would be easier than to explain Obi-Wan having children and I personally would have liked it but it would not explain Luke´s negative reaction towards Rey which is supposed to come from the fact he felt Rey´s connection to Palpatine.

So in short I am open to all AU´S and I am not crazy about Rey´s connection to Palpatine but I believe the way it was managed was ok but could be a lot better.

[goodverbsonly]

STAR WARS PHASE I: THE OLD REPUBLIC

Dawn of the Jedi: Into the Void - Tim Lennon (before 25000 BBY)

Lost Tribes of the Sith - John Jackson Miller (between 5000-3000 BBY)

The Old Republic: Revan - Drew Karpyshyn (before 3500 BBY)

The Old Republic: Deceived - Paul S Kemp (before 3500 BBY)

Red Harvest - Joe Schrieber (before 3500 BBY)

The Old Republic: Fatal Alliances - Sean Williams (before 3500 BBY)

The Old Republic: Annihilation - Drew Karpyshyn (before 3500 BBY)

Knight Errant - John Jackson Miller (circa 1000 BBY)

Darth Bane: Path of Destruction - Drew Karpyshyn (circa 1000 BBY)

Darth Bane: Rule of Two - Drew Karpyshyn (circa 1000 BBY)

Darth Bane: Dynasty of Evil - Drew Karpyshyn (circa 980 BBY)

The High Republic: Convergence - Zoraida Córdova (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Quest for the Hidden City - George Mann (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Path of Deceit - Tessa Gratton & Justina Ireland (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Battle of Jedha - George Mann (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Cataclysm - Lydia Kang (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Path of Vengeance- Cavan Scott (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Quest for Planet X - Tessa Gratton (382 BBY)

The High Republic: Into the Dark - Claudia Gray (circa 232 BBY)

The High Republic: Light of the Jedi - Charles Soule (circa 232 BBY)

The High Republic: Test of Courage - Justine Ireland

The High Republic: The Rising Storm - Cavan Scott (circa 231 BBY)

The High Republic: Race to Crashpoint Tower - Daniel José Older (231 BBY)

The High Republic: Out of the Shaddows -Justina Ireland (circa 231 BBY)

The High Republic: Tempest Runner - Cavan Scott (circa 231BBY)

The High Republic: Mission to Disaster - Justina Ireland (229 BBY)

The High Republic: Midnight Horizon - Daniel José Older (circa 230 BBY)

The High Republic: Fallen Star - Claudia Gray (circa 230 BBY)

The High Republic: The Eye of Darkness - George Mann (circa 229 BBY)

The High Republic: Defy the Storm - Tessa Gratton & Justina Ireland (229 BBY)

The High Republic: Escape from Valo - Daniel José Older & Alyssa Wong (229 BBY)

The High Republic: Temptation of the Force - Tessa Gratton (circa 229 BBY) RELEASE DATE June 11, 2024

The High Republic: Tears of the Nameless - George Mann (circa 299 BBY) RELEASE DATE September 24, 2024

The High Republic: Beware the Nameless - Zoraida Córdova (circa 229 BBY) RELEASE DATE AUGUST 27, 2024 (JR)

The High Republic: Tempest Breaker- Cavan Scott (circa 229 BBY) RELEASE DATE DECEMBER 3 2024

Tales of Enlightenment - George Mann

Starlight Stories - Charles Soules, Cavan Scott, Justina Ireland

Old Republic Stuff SOO intent on making me learn about mandalore. and unfortunately. i am!!! boo!!!!

I like Revan + Scourge!!! cool guys

ohhh the sequels are evil btw.

LotJ is such a difficult book to read bc the Jedi who die at the end of every chapter, lmao but i Loveee thinking about Hyperspace. 6 year old me would be so surprised

FATMAN IS THE NAME OF THE SHIP

NOOOO NOT MANDALOREEE NOT MANDAALOREEE

lol the semi organic droids to protect cynxia are very cool make me sad, AND i like shigar he’s my new bestie

theron is also cool + a whole new appreciation for GRANDMASTER SATEEL SHAN

ZOMBIES

OMG not the random cult and the LEVELER and The Kevmo baby boy babiest of alll baby boys he’s so sweet and earnest and he DIED

ohh btw i like dalien in that i think he is Interesting and i am interested in him. i do not like lanoree in that she has a bad attitude but i do think that’s the point

literally zero things worked for me in out of the shadows while the first YA book had A LOT that worked. go figure.

Pretty much soured on the YA/MG Novels at this point

missing my boy Kevmo, but i think that might have been the excitement of a little jedi

Reath Silas. Sure! i can dig it.

Cohmac Vitus buddy i am COMING FOR YOU. that motherfucker handed his 18 year old padawan his lightsaber and sprinted out of the room. GIRL.

[swiftsnowmane]

@dasfeministmermaid - apologies, I realise you asked this absolutely ages ago (last year now, even!), but re: my tags on this post, I was mostly just referring to the fact that at the time Disney took over SW, the popularity of GoT was largely responsible for the trend towards dark and 'gritty realism' in fantasy media in general. I don't claim there was necessarily direct influence on the SW sequels, but if we are talking cultural zeitgeists, then aside from perhaps Marvel, GoT was certainly one of the most prominent at the time. And I can't help but see something of that in TFA’s whole 'we’re going to portray the Original Trio as colossal failures and morally grey at best, instead of the unquestionably heroic figures created by George Lucas'. Not to mention the bizarro depiction of the Skywalker family as some kind of 'cursed' dynasty that was doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past, despite the fact that such a cynical interpretation flew in the face of every story element, theme, and character arc established in the original saga. The only Skywalker who was under a so-called 'curse' was Anakin (and by that I simply mean his enslavement by Sidious), and he freed himself (and his family, and the whole galaxy) from that once and for all when he destroyed the Sith and saved his son at the end of Return of the Jedi. In this light, the course of events that was supposed to have taken place off-screen in-between RotJ and TFA made no sense within the actual context established by the Lucas saga. The milieu of the characters in the PT and OT is purposefully constructed to be different from one another, hence why the Skywalker twins are raised without any direct Jedi influence, in loving families, are allowed to have childhoods, allowed to love, etc., unlike their parents who were trapped within an increasingly corrupt system that actively prevented them from living together as a couple or family. The very context in which Luke and Leia’s story takes place is a big part of what allows them to definitively break the cycle.

Of course, it can be argued that simply by continuing the story beyond RotJ at all, the Disney-sequels were always going to destroy the meaning of the Lucas saga. But the character assassination of the Original Trio in TFA was a conscious and completely unnecessary decision—after all, a sequel could have potentially been made without destroying Han, Luke, and Leia’s entire characterisations and relationships. The fact that Disney also (lazily and pointlessly) decided to construct a new 'Dark Times' as the setting is even more telling, since there was absolutely no need to do so, and all it did was add to the impression that these characters were nihilistically doomed to constantly repeat the same past mistakes and tragedies, when nothing could be further from the truth that Lucas' story established. I have gone into great detail about this many times over the years since TFA was released, so I won't dwell on it here, but the Original Trio absolutely DOES 'break the cycle', and suggesting otherwise destroys not only the meaning of the OT, but also that of the Prequels (basically erasing Anakin's entire story). The unequivocally happy ending of RotJ is likewise what 'redeems' the tragedy of the Prequels, and without that, the meaning of the entire Lucas saga is totally undermined and destroyed. I refuse to accept that, hence why I've always rejected the Disney-sequels and will never accept them as legitimate canon.

In brief, Star Wars was never meant to be 'gritty', nor is the outcome of its storyline supposed to be 'realistic'. Lucas' saga begins with a tragedy (the Prequels) that is subsequently redeemed by a fairytale (Original Trilogy), and which, when taken together, forms a created-myth, the outcome of which is meant to be idealistic, positive, uplifting, redemptive, and restorative. It is the eucatastrophe that Tolkien talks about, the defiance in the face of 'universal final defeat'. But the Disney-sequels ignored and/or actively overturned everything positive and meaningful about the original saga (that most lifelong SW fans like myself had valued and cherished since childhood) and all in the service of a decidedly lesser wannabe ‘addition’ that was devoid of the inspiring Romanticism and mythopoesis of Lucas’ saga. TFA came at a time when studios had certain assumptions about audience expectations and pandered to those accordingly. So I’m not saying there was direct influence from GoT, just that there was a cultural trend that a lot of media got swept up in at that time. Imo, it's also just the inevitable pitfall of attempting to make something that vaguely resembles ‘Star Wars' appeal to contemporary sensibilities. It was never going to work, because Star Wars (the real Star Wars) is mythic, Romantic, and transcendent—a type of story that, sadly, contemporary studios and audiences alike seem unable to appreciate.

**Note: most of the meta I've linked on this subject is from my Star Wars sideblog which is vehemently anti-Sequels, so fair warning to anyone who happens to like those. ;p