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57 Years Later, Star Trek Brought Its Most Underrated Uniform Back

The velour is here! Strange New World Costume Designer on some of the fun in season two.

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Commodore Grek, Admiral Ackbar, Hera Syndulla, Leia Organa, Mon Mothma and Luke Skywalker in Star Wars (2020) #26-28

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From Star Wars Vol. 3 #028, “The Calculus of Loss”

Art by Andrés Genolet and Rachelle Rosenberg

Written by Charles Soule

[pevensiechase]

Star Wars: The Clone Wars Incorrect Quotes As Said By My Friends (Part 5)

Jesse: Hey, Fives, what number in the alphabet is letter "Peth"? Fives, counting on his fingers: Aurek, besh, cresh, dorn, esk, forn, grek, herf, isk. . .wait. I forgot how the alphabeth goes. Give me a minute. ------ Qui-Gon: I'm a failure, but it's beautiful. ------ Echo: My watch is telling me to breathe. Rex: Your watch is telling you to breathe? Fives, playing a video game: Aww, man, you found a banana? ------ Anakin: Master, are you making a voodoo doll? Ahsoka: *chuckles* What? Let me see! Anakin: Well, I saw him stabbing something. Obi-Wan, sarcastically: Yes, Anakin. I'm making your voodoo doll, so if you feel anything weird, it's not me. ------ Thire, conducting an experiment: Hey Rhys, can you swallow pills? Jek: *laughs* Can you swallow pills? Rhys: Uhhhh, yes? Thire: Okay, cool Ugh, this is awkward. Thorn, can you swallow pills? Jek, not wanting to waste time: HEY EVERYBODY! THIRE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU CAN SWALLOW PILLS! ------ [playing a wheel game] Echo: Fives, it's your story. You get to decide. Except for what the wheel said. You can't decide any of that. ------ Fives: What if I just. . .dump this salt on you? Jesse: Why? I'm not a snail. ------ Fives: Are you guys eating Froot Loops? Kix and Jesse: *doing paperwork* Kix: No. Jesse: Does it look like we're eating Froot Loops? ------ Hardcase: Yeah, bro. I gotchu. I should just buy and try out all the new foods for you. I need test bunny cash! Kix: You mean guinea pig? Hardcase: Yeah! Test bunny, guinea pig. Same thing. Jesse: *snorts* Test bunny. ------ Fives: Just move the horse piece. Echo: Horse? It's a knight. Fives: I don't play chess, so I call it a horse. Echo: Knights ride horses, Fives. ------ Thorn: I listen to that song astronomically a lot. Astronomically a lot. Wow, great grammar. Great Basic* *Basic is Star Wars for English

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"Creative" Miniseries

Warnings and Information: Because one of these get suggestive, we're gonna say Minors DNI.

I went down a list of creative hobbies at random, so some of these may not necessarily "fit" Cody and Gregor (in the interest of time since I'm posting away from home, I cut Waxer and Boil from the original list). This is more a creative writing exercise than a serious list of headcanons.

Commander Cody

His cyare is a tattoo artist, and a kriffing good one at that. He's seen you do scar camouflage, cover-ups, in-memoriam pieces, and he's seen perhaps hundreds of your tattoos on the skin of his brothers that have been directed to your parlor. There's a piece of you with him if he knows where to look. As Marshal Commander, he doesn't see you often, but he still sees the evidence of you. You're everywhere. You've inked every thing: flowers, names, animals, insects, star maps and planets and even some nose art for the Republic gunships has been commissioned from you. "No-no, you misunderstand their advertising; soldiers of the GAR and GAR property have discounted rates. Nothing they make looks cheap, it's the prices that are cheap. But their work is beautiful and worth every credit." Cody assures a young soldier who's heard through word of mouth that you offer cheap tattoos to Clones. The brother looks at him with a curious expression, deciding quickly that if he's going to ask his question, he better do it while he's either brave enough, or foolish enough. "Do you have a tattoo from them, Sir?" Cody smiles, head bobbing once. "Can I see?" Cody shakes his head this time at the courageous question, still smiling as he explains. "Afraid I can't do that. It's under my armor." Your permanent addition to his body is explained and described in detail, however. A simplistic rendition of a sun, and in orange Aurebesh, one single word. The thing he strives most for in the name of the Republic. "Grek-leth-osk-resh-yirt."

Gregor

His cyare took up scrapbooking some time before Sarrish. Well, he thinks so, anyways… Memories from that time before he took a job as a dishwasher on the planet Abafar can be incredibly patchy when he doesn't actively try to recall what happened. But whether or not it's the first time or the fifth he's seen some of his loved one's scrapbooking pages, Gregor adores the attention to detail, and the care you put into curating these pages. Stamps, stickers, and decorative tape make up the pages you dedicate to things you want to remember. But there's a much more raunchy project you've been working on on the side. You haven't shown him yet, but you've promised him that as the pages progress, he should find himself plenty hot and bothered. "Can't be working too hard all the time, Captain~" you tell him with a salacious smile when you finally gift it to him.

[Masterlist] [501st] [TBB + Wolfpack]

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Star Wars: Revelations #1 Preview

Star Wars: Revelations #1 Preview #starwarsrevelations #MARVEL #marvelcomics #comics #comicbooks #news #mcu #art #info #NCBD #comicbooknews #previews #reviews #starwars #darthvader #vader #skywalker #starwarscomics #amazon #lukeskywalker

  Star Wars: Revelations #1 Preview:  FROM THE HIGH REPUBLIC TO THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY AND BEYOND! JABBA THE HUTT! DARTH VADER! MACE WINDU! KEEVE TRENNIS, THRAWN AND MORE! Introducing new characters, new twists and new turns across all of Marvel’s STAR WARS line! This star-studded issue puts the pieces on the board for what’s to come in a galaxy far, far away! MARC GUGGENHEIM, CHARLES SOULE, GREK…

[galaxacious]

My comments under the cut:

I wanted to do a chapter that focused on the admin side for a long time (longer than 15 months, heh heh) because surely an organisation like Death Squadron is just lousy with paperwork. You can't tell me that after the Emperor died the entire admin department didn't do lines of space cocaine for a week straight trying to put new systems in place. I imagine Death Squadron's Space IT department is at permanent war with Coruscant's. Lawyers starting fistfights because the entire legal system fell apart overnight and they don't have to use their words anymore. I wanted to do a chapter of characters dealing with that and the more mundane side of things.

"Han adjusted the frequency band on the anderon meter and checked the engine again." - Anderon meters are real machines that measure vibrations. Which I found out after googling the fancy star wars device name I made up. Turns out it's a real thing!

Most of the foods mentioned in Sienna's Great Pastry Heist are real lore according to wookieepedia, except for kriffake mushrooms. I was inspired by shiitake mushrooms.

"I heard there was going to be an Alderaanian player competing, and she was considered one of the favourites." - Inspired by Judit Polgar, my favourite women's chess player and one of if not the greatest women's player of all time. Perhaps best known for beating Garry Kasparov while she was young and forcing him to be less of a dick about women playing chess.

I've had Piett's sister and his brother in law planned out for MONTHS all I want to do is talk about Mavis Piett and her family trying to make it work during the civil war. I love them so so much <3 Does Piett have an in-lore sister? Dunno, don't care. I love Wishful and Frodogenic's versions of her, I wanted to do my own.

"then he’s taking Alsakan for their political support," - Alsakan is a real planet near Coruscant and apparently known for their politics. So this is somewhat lore accurate, for no reason.

“I dream of it, sometimes,” Leia said, “of beings referring to me as General Organa, and it sounds natural. I see different bases and different uniforms in my mind’s eye. I can feel red salt under my fingernails.” - referencing the sequel trilogy. Not the first time Leia's dreamed of it.

"Mon had a speech prepared about nature and nurture that she was quite proud of." - it was ME. I had a speech planned out in my first draft that I could not for the life of me get to flow naturally in the convo. I rewrote that thing like three or four times from the ground up. Conversations are SO HARD.

"Greyvile held the vibroblade out. “Dathomirian steel. Very rare." - Dathomirian steel being a reference to damascus steel. It is SO funny to me to keep giving Piett all these cool blades and watch him lose them before he can use them. Will he do it again? Maybe!

"Death Squadron Conditions of Service part Grek section Eight: Remuneration," - I downloaded declassified aussie military contracts from the 70s to get a baseline of what sounded reasonable to put in a contract. Yes it was way too much effort for two lines of dialogue. No I have not learned my lesson.

"“Did you pass my message along to the Head Bioengineer?” Dampa murmured" - she's trying to buy drugs.

Dampa's speech patterns are based on this Canadian engineer's I enjoy on youtube called AvE, although he turned out to be kind of Shit, but I do like the way he plays with words. I take idioms I hear around (so far down the flute he can't toot a tune, is from a tour guide I heard in a place called Lighting Ridge several years ago. A day late and a dollar/credit short is something I learned researching for another fic also several years ago) and star wars-ify them. Often they come out illegible but that's okay.

"Kirff'll mach-three the air distributor in no time" - shit'll hit the fan.

Picking first names for Venka and Kallic was AGONY I changed my mind SO many times. Tom Venka suits him so well but alas, that's Wishful's name and not canon. But I adore Pico Venka, pico meaning 10^-12 and I think flowing very well with his last name. Alasdair is an old scottish gaelic name meaning "the one who repels men" (in like a war/fighting way) but I like how I used it too >:)

So yeah! A lot of thoughts this chapter. I have the next one planned out, and a few plot points for the one after that, but my main priority now is the last chapter of Galaxy Revolves.

[dragonsfell]

so CK's eberron campaign, which was homebrew, had a pretty disjointed story but i will be making some references toward that

most of this won't be super important or make CK powerful, but things that are vaguely canon to Ck, that they can reference as more fun lore for me to share in BG3 based interactions (causse i love lore/world building and PLEASE INFO DUMP AND WORLD BUILD AND LORE SHARE with your ocs and canon and muses in threadss with me; i loveeeee when people go off )

Grek as a character, was a princess and from House Cannith, which Cannith was being used as a BBEG

Cannith was kidnapping and doing unwilling experimentation ofn people

They were building a time machine in one of their bases of operation to try to study The Mourning and then bottle and create The Mourning

Grek had a pretty heavily involved there; but the storyline in the campaign started to get scrapped due to the player causing conflict with other players and the dm

We somewhat kept some of the Cannith stuff cause it fed into "Eberron and all its planes" were dying

Cora'kesh plotline / story revolved around the kalahshtar, the quori, Dal Quor, and the Inspired; and that the quori boundd to kalashtar were dying and sending entire bloodlines of kalashtar into comas

Quori and the race of people tied to quori were all changing and Cora'kesh was the one to see this coming

Cora'kesh would get visited by what would have been deemed an evil quori from the Dreaming Dark whom was unbound, and came to CK in their sleep (the first time they ever dreamed) and came warning that something was happening to Dal Quor and quori ( honestly i found the notes and it was not unlike how Raphael courts the player in bg3 [our eberron game took place before bg3 early access released lol]

I'm still in contact ith that DM, and they toldd me the quori's name was Naveten ( i don't think i ever found that out )

Cora'kesh was a circle of stars druid for the first parts of the campaign, but i was leaning way heavily into psionics/physic stuff; that the DM helped me out and let me trade some druid levels to multiclass into aberrant mind sorcerer; and how this happened and why Cora'kesh has a purple eye, CK bound Naveten to themself; giving them two quori spirits, with Naveten causing Cora'kesh to dream and whom they could communicate with directly as opposed to Kesh, their quori spirit that's been bond to their bloodlines for centuries.

Kalashtar in Sharn, whole bloodlines in the community started to fall into comas/endless slumbers as a result of this plotline. CK's childhood friend Lan'hareth (whom would wake up) as well as CK's father, and a few other npcs we had met would go into this coma; including the community leader; and it was kind of CK's shoulder to bare this burden

Warforged every where were starting to be able to feel pain and an uprising as well as feel like things were very wrong, that was Unti-8B's plot (player character)

Thelanis, the Faerie court/Eberron eqaul to Feywild; had a growing and rotting vine growing through out it; which was our Satyr's party members plot line

CK, our Satyr (im blanking on the name; it was a complicated invented on), and Unit-8B all began to think this was linked to The Mourning and everything happening to each of ourselves was related; so we'd help each other.

CK could feel pain in all things; just as the Satyr could feel sorrow in all thing; Unit 8B could feel fury in all things. This was another plot thread we had gotten right before the campaign was cancelled.

( this is where some player drama happened cause Grek's player really only caredd for Grek's plot and made ssome "in character" decisions against others and started telling Ck like "it's only you alone. and you'ree gonna fuck up" which like yeah and then started beef with our other two players and campaign fell apart / it was weeks and weeks of yikes and just ugh if the one player had been yeeted a lot earlier, maybe the dm wouldn't have burnt out; cause thee other three players (me included) were all just eager for each other and nice with eeach other and patient)

I am gonna treat everything as resolved, and try to clean some of this up; and change or remove some details, and not be as big; and suuuuch... but just things. cause i'm just.

eberron setting beloved. and cora'kesh. and im nervocited bring them to roleplay writing, cause like "hi im writer who lieks to buildd big storis andd LOVE when people do that with their OCs and pleease give that to me" so im doing that with CK and hoping they are received but like /none of this can matter/

im just.... excited to write my little aberrant mind/stars druid kalashtar; cause thy are special to me. my most good character.

[gulduqat]

baring my soul sorry

[itstimeforstarwars]

Me, writing GAR marching songs: Bet you're wondering who we are/We're the men of the GAR

Me: wait

Me: ah fuck the aurebesh is completely different

[violetjedisylveon]

Failure of a Master

Summary: Merd Grek is a young Zabrak Jedi knight with a Twi'lek named Jarl Dawas as her first padawan. She chose him to be her student before the outbreak of the Clone Wars and they became a a very close pair and were always better on the battlefield together. They both decide to leave the order when the war ends to help the galaxy recover together. When Order 66 is given to the clones, tragity hits. And failure sting worse than any wound.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Order 66, death, character death, death of child, guilt, trauma, betrayal, injury.(typos)

A/N: I saw a post about how a master would have felt surviving Order 66 but losing their padawan(I forgot who made it) and I thought it was sad/interesting so I'm doing this now.

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I lean against the cave wall, a strange sensation has over taken me and drained me.

"Master, are you okay?" Jarl asks me.

I turn to him. His face is full of concern and worry for me and his left lek is twitching nervously.

"I'm fine." I tell him.

He doesn't look convinced. I bend down and place my hands on his shoulders. He looks into my eyes.

"Don't worry about me Jarl, we've made it this far, we'll make it out of this, I promise."

He nods to me and goes to the entrance of the cave.

"Doegh, what's the progress of the droids?" I ask my clone captain when he comes up to me.

"Sir, the droids will be in the position for the ambush shortly." He responds.

"Good, get the men ready." I say.

I grab my lightsaber and a bag of detonators and head out to the sight of the ambush.

I met up with Jarl and walk ahead of my troops.

"Remember to cover your lekku." I remind him.

"Yeah and remember not to stab anyone with your horns." He elbows me playfully.

"I did that one time!" I roll my eyes.

"Doegh says otherwise." He smirks.

Before either of us can say anything else, I feel a strange vibrating in my pocket. I pull out the object there, a holotransever, it's not mine. Strange, this looks like Doegh's. How did it end up in my pocket?

"Why's that here?" Jarl asks.

I shrug. It vibrates again and I answer it.

A shrivled old man in a cloak shows up, I feel a powerful darkness from him.

"Execute Order-"

"Chancellor Palpatine?" Jarl interrupts.

The man stops and stares at us for a few awkward seconds before he clears his throat.

"General Grek, I must speak with Captain Doegh." He says.

"Chancellor? Why are you dressed like that?" I ask.

"I have a message for your captain." The chancellor repeats.

"You can tell him, my captian and I are busy at the moment." I say.

I give the transceiver to Jarl and walk ahead. I pull out my macrobinoculars and zoom in on the hotspot of electronic activity. Perfect. I think.

I go to turn around but stop, my chest and throat tighten as if someone were Force choking me, I hear screams and blaster fire. I feel shock, surprise, confusion, betrayal and above all, pain.

So much pain.

I grab my head and fall to my knees, I hear Jarl drop the transceiver and run to my aid. His hand is on my shoulder.

"Master? Master? Merdi!" He shouts.

I take in a deep and painful breath, it feels like something is sucking everything out of me. There's a gaping hole in somewhere deep inside that is pulling everything out.

"Jarl... did... Did you feel that?" I ask weakly.

"The emptiness?"

I nod.

"Yes, what does it mean?" He asks.

"I'm not sure, but we need to find out. Have Doegh gather the men, we're leaving." I order.

He runs off to gather everyone.

Unsteady and shaken, I start to get onto my feet, then I remeber the chancellor. The transceiver is sitting on the ground, before I can pull it into my hand, Doegh picks it up.

He takes his helmet off and gives me his normal smile. He extends his hand and helps me back onto my feet.

"Sorry General, I must've left my transceiver with you." He apologises.

"That doesn't matter, we need to go, something terrible has happened and-"

"Execute Order 66." The chancellor says.

Then, the transmission goes out.

I look at Doegh, his smile is gone, replaced by a blank, expressionless stare.

"Doegh, what does that mean? What's happening? What's Order 66?" I ask.

His fist clench up and I feel conflict with in him. He slowly turns his head to me, I spot his hand moving towards his blaster, slowly. He tears up and his mouth opens.

"Run."

It's hardly more than a whisper.

He shots at me. He misses.

I jump up and over him, rolling past my other troopers and searching for Jarl.

I ignit my lightsaber and run away from them.

"Jarl! Jarl! We need to go! Jarl!" I shout out.

"Master!"

I don't turn towards him. I don't even stop. Instead, I Force pull him to me and clutch his hand with everything I have.

"What's-" Jarl starts.

"There's no time for that. Just run and whatever you do, do not let go of my hand." I order him.

"o-Okay, Master."

XXX

I feel Jarl tiring out, I stop by a large tree to check on him. Sweat is beating down his yellow-green forehead and now pale face.

"We're just three miles away from the nearest port, we're close." I tell him.

He tries to take a step forwards but his legs give out under him and he falls. I catch him and lift him back up.

"I'm sorry Master, I don't think I can run anymore." He says weakly.

I take a quick look around, I don't see or feel anyone coming. I lift Jarl off his feet and hold him close to me, he's a small guy so it's easy.

"Don't worry, I'll carry you like I did when you were a youngling and you got lost." I smile down at him.

He smiles back up at me and wraps his arms around me as I start running again.

"Thank you master."

"Not a problem at all."

XXX

The space port is busy.

People trying to leave the system for legitimate and illegitimate reasons. Blending in is easy for us, disguesed as refugees.

I hand over credits to the dock master and take my tickets.

Jarl is waiting nearby, we had discarded our Jedi clothing and had on spare civilian clothing that I always had around. We looked like any othrr refugee trying to flee the war.

His condition has improved since arriving, his energies have returned and the color came back to his face.

I smile and take his hand as we head to our designated area. Soon, this will all make sense. Maker I hope it makes sense, I hope there's a reason. I think.

Then I see it.

White armor, light brown and pale yellow-green markings.

Clones.

My clones.

Finally I see what I've been dreading.

The same white armor, the same shades of brown and yellowy green, but with small little nubs on the helmet, resembling a Zabrak's horn pattern. My horn pattern.

Doegh.

Of all clones, he'd be the one to recognise us. I pull my hood down over my face, Jarl does the same. The clones are stopping everyone they can and checking them, our only hope is to slip by while they are busy with someone else.

Jarl and I both know how unlikely it is. I have my free hand on the blaster I had been able to pick up, it's set to stun of course.

"Now." I whisper, seizing the opportunity a large family provides us.

It goes smoothly for long enough that we get away from the larger crowd.

Every hair on my body stands up and I duck to the ground. I whirl around soon after, trying to act like a civilian.

"The kriff is wrong with you? Why did you just shot at me?" I shout at Doegh.

"Sorry ma'am, I don't think we got your I.D." He holds his hand out expectantly.

"Look, I don't have an I.D. I spent all the credits I had left on tickets for us off world, I have a shuttle catch so I have to go." I cut the conversation off as fast as I can.

I turn and drag Jarl towards the crowd, I feel Doegh's firm hand grasp my arm. Shit!

"We aren't done here." He tells me.

I half turn to him, I don't try to pull away, instead, I force every muscle in my body to relax.

"You look like someone I know." He says.

His eyes linger on the horns he could see. His suspicion is apparent and obvious.

He's onto me. Of course he is, this is Doegh! He knows! I straighten up and scoff.

"It's considered rude to stare at a Zabrak's horns, especially if they're red. Of course humans wouldn't understand it." I snap.

His grip on my arm tightens. Maker fuck! I just gave myself away.

"Grek." He growls.

Before he can react, my blaster is out and my lightsaber has cut through his blaster.

"I found the Jedi!" Doegh shouts.

"Run!" I order Jarl.

I stun as many clones as I can while retreating, I hide my lightsaber away and back into the crowd. I lose Doegh in the confusion.

I make the decision to turn and run for the shuttle, I spot Jarl ahead of me, he's okay. I run towards him, grab his hand and pull him into the crowd.

Shouting comes from behind but I ignore it, I see our shuttle and run faster, dragging Jarl along with me.

Blasters are fired into the crowd, instinctively, I deflect it away from the civilians, the crowd disperses.

Shots come and I block them with practiced ease, Jarl follows my example but I'm in front of him so he doesn't get hurt.

"Master look out!" Jarl shoves me out of the way so the bolt headed towards me only hits my arm.

"Merdi!" His tiny voice is full of rage.

My arm stings and burns with pain. I push through it and stand up to keep fighting.

I don't know how long we've been at it, a few hours? Minutes maybe? but then it happens.

Jarl shoves me away again.

A small sound I've heard to many times by now follows.

I turn to see Jarl standing ridgid, his eyes look down to the smoking hole in the side of his abdomen.

Everything slows to a stop when he looks up at me, tears in his eyes and I feel all his pain. Or is it my pain?

It doesn't matter, it's so overwhelming.

"JARL!" I shout.

Behind him, holding the weapon that had done this to him, it's Doegh. His helmet is off and he has a blank, expressionless look on his face.

Jarl looks behind him and stares at Doegh, I feel his betrayal and confusion.

Then he tumbles.

I pull him into my arms and lift him up. I don't know what I do but everything actually does stop, even Doegh.

I don't even look back as I run, cradling my padawan in my arms, his head is pressed against my neck and I can feel the life draining from him.

"We're almost there, just hold on a little longer. Please." I beg, praying to the Force that the shuttle has a medbay.

Against all odds, I manage to get on the shuttle before any clones come for us.

I rush to the corner furthest away from anybody else and slump down to the floor. Jarl trembles in my arms.

"Hold on, it'll be alright." I tell him.

His head rests against my chest, I can still hear him breathing but it's raspy, weak and failing.

"Merdi... i-I'm scared... it's so dark and cold... and it hurts..." He whimpers quietly.

"I know, but you'll be okay, I promise you'll be okay." I say.

"Medic! I need a medic!" I shout out.

"I'll get one." A Sullustan crew member says before heading off to find someone to help.

I hold Jarl's shivering body closer. What am I supposed to do? I... how do I help him? Why did Doegh shot him? What's Order 66? What the kriff is happening?

A pathetic cough from Jarl startles me out of my thoughts.

"What... what's going to happen to me...? i-I'm not a Jedi yet... what will happen when I die?" He asks me.

"Don't be silly, you're not going to die, help is on the way and you'll-" I stop.

No... he's not going to die... I'm supposed to keep him safe... the Council gave me that duty when I took him as my Padawan... i-I can't let him die! i-i-I won't!

"I won't let you die Jarl, I promised you we'd make it out of the war together, I promised that you'd be okay." I give him a little shake.

The light in his eyes is fading, he stares at me without blinking as tears fall.

"And we both promised to stay with each other!" I raise my voice.

"So stay with me! Please! Stay with me Jarl! Stay." I plead.

I realise how pointless it is to try and stop death, I realise there is nothing I can actually do but that doesn't stop me from begging the Force to let him stay.

"stay with me, stay with me. The war took so much, please don't let it take you too." I whisper.

"I'm sorry... i-I don't want to go but I can't hold on much longer..." I can hardly bare to look at him, he's in so much pain.

"I don't want to leave you... i-I want to stay, I don't want to go!" Jarl says.

I wrap my arms around him in a tight hug, I feel all his unbearable pain.

"I'll stay with you." I promise, "Just stay with me a little while longer."

I don't know how long we're like this, just holding onto each other, terrified of letting go. But, eventually, I feel his grip on life start to slip.

"I'm sorry..." He murmurs into my ear.

I pat his back and run my hand around it in circles, avoiding the gaping hole there.

"Don't be sorry..." I pause and squeeze him, "Just be at peace."

He relaxes in my arms, I bite back the overwhelming urge to scream and cry out. I try to find the will to accept it, like how the other Jedi did, at least on the surface.

Instead my mind races.

No, no no no no no no no no! i-I... this is all my fault! I should be dead! Not him! It should have been me who got shot! He's just a kid, he shouldn't be dead! i-I...

I break down, holding his body close to mine. His arms fall away from me, slumped against the floor with no life left in them.

I press my chin against his head, I want to feel something other than his death but it's the only thing there.

The only thing in the Force is death.

Death.

Death of beings far to young to die, death of beings who still had so much to give.

The emptiness is suffocating and deafening.

"Excuse me miss?"

I look up, the Sullustan is back with a medical droid and a feild medic behind them.

"Do you need help?"

"He did." Is all I say.

The rest of the shuttle goes quiet. I feel all the eyes on me as the medic attends to the blaster wound. I don't let go of Jarl's body for a long time.

Sympathetic looks go my way when the ship lands and I lead the simple covered stretcher out.

I can't think. My mind is numb and I just walk past everyone. They move out of the way, kind of them.

I end up on a hill overlooking a wide ocean, there's a small tree next to it. The flowers are starting to bloom. Jarl would have liked it here.

I move the dirt at the base of the tree out of the way and carry Jarl's lifeless body over to it.

I get it over with quickly and make sure he's safe forever.

I sit in front of the tiny grave. Empty headed and numb. I sit there well into the night, the planet's four moons shine brightly on the water.

By the time the sun is rising, two sets of words are carved into the tree, one in Twi'leki, the other in basic.

I sit down close to the grave and turn to the rising sun. Just a little longer with him. I tell myself.

The sun rises over the violet water and sand. The local life rises and continues as normal but I stay put. My failure stings deep. Deeper than any wound could.

Nothing matters.

I feel numbness in every corner of my being. Desperate, I search for something in the Force, anything but the overwelming grief and darkness but I sense nothing.

No light is left.

It's like someone blew out the only candle when I wasn't looking and now I'm lost. So lost.

I scream out.

It does nothing but fuck if it doesn't feel good.

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When I finally leave Jarl, I take his lightsaber with me.

I dismantle both our weapons and hide them in spots that would be easy to reach if I needed them.

I get passage on a ship and leave the world, leave Jarl behind.

"I'll be back." I whisper, looking down on the planets bright colored surface before the ship jumps to hyper-space.

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Jarl Dawas. Son, friend and kind soul. Killed by a friend. I'm so so sorry I failed you. I failed you in every way possible, as your mentor, your friend and your mother. I'll never forgive myself and I'll never forget you. Rest well and be one with the Force. And to anyone who sees this, May the Force be with you, find hope where I can't.

[comicwaren]

From Star Wars Vol. 3 #026, “The Path to Victory”

Art by Andrés Genolet and Rachelle Rosenberg

Written by Charles Soule

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