#anyway really good episode. it gave me a tension headache 10/10

[kaycassians]

Oh and I love that Vel is Mon Mothma’s cousin btw. There is such a dialogue to be had about the difference between the hands on and hands off approach to the rebellion, but the funny thing is is that neither of them really know how bad it can get, yet. They’re coming from a place of privilege, and despite Vel being there for the Aldhani mission she still doesn’t have that same understanding as characters like Cinta and Cassian who do know how bad it can get. And you need that separation of perspective, you need to have people coming at this rebellion from all angles and all walks of life. And when they finally realize that, despite coming from different backgrounds and positions of power, it’s only when they pull together that they’re able to do some serious damage towards the empire, I for one cannot wait to see what kind of damage they do

[themummersfolly]

I will probably not enter this in the contest I wrote it for, but I’m proud of it anyway.

@aerialsquid, @ardenrosegarden, you will probably like this. It involves ghosts and extinct cephalopods.

The Ordovician Testament

           I guess it all started the day we opened a new fracture at the Dakota site. I was a consulting geologist, monitoring pressure gradients in the wellbore while they pumped slurry in to widen the crack.

           “We’re about ready to start extracting,” the site manager told me. I nodded.

           “You know what the downside is to this process? No fossils.”

           “What, like dinosaurs?”

           “No, no, we’re in the wrong place for that. See right here,” I pointed to a chart, a map of the wellbore. “We’re right on the edge of the Ordovician shale. The fossils in this layer would be shellfish, trilobites, corals…”

           “You collect ‘em?”

           “Sort of. But that’s only part of it. Think of what we can learn from them, the picture they paint of the way the world was during that time…”

           I could see the manager’s eyes glazing over. He didn’t care that much about geology, as long as it wasn’t working against him. As long as the well kept producing.

           At last, the oil started to flow.

           “Hell yeah!” The manager grinned. “This is a good one!”

           I grinned back. The company had gone out on a limb with this site; my team had been pushing for it, and it had paid off.

           I was still thinking about the nice fat end-of-year bonus we’d be getting when my vision started to change. Everything in the monitoring station took on an electric glow. I blinked. It didn’t go away; in fact, it was getting stronger. A faint tension appeared far behind my eyes.

           “Hey, Greg, I’m gonna punch out early today. I think I’m getting a migraine.”

           The manager glanced back at me. “Yeah, sure. We should be good for a while. Be careful.”

           Halfway down the highway, the pain set in. I pulled into the first motel I saw, managed to hold it together long enough to book in, stagger to my room, and collapse.

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           To this day I haven’t had as bad a headache as that one. I was in that motel room for three days: two of them trying to fight off the pain, the third too wrung-out to move. When my team members called to check on me, they told me to go to the hospital. If I had been thinking clearly, I would have.

           As bad as it was, the pain wasn’t the worst part. Whenever I fell asleep, I saw colors. Bright, vivid, solid colors, blinding primaries, rapid-fire pastels, swirling psychedelic neons. It sounds nice, but at the time it was like being kicked repeatedly in the brain. My head was full of colors that gave me no peace and made no sense.

           And the mood swings – one minute I was bawling my eyes out, the next, I was ready to rip the lamp out of the wall and throw it across the room. At one point I was up for about twenty-four hours straight, bouncing from rage to depression to manic glee, faintly aware than there was something wrong with me.

           About 3 am on the third day of my stay, the pain broke enough to get a coherent thought through, and that thought was that I might have been poisoned. My next thought, which occurred maybe forty minutes later, was that the worst of it was over and I might as well try to get some sleep.

           This time, I dreamt of an ocean.

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           I didn’t have any more symptoms after that, although as soon as I was up I made an appointment to get checked out. Everything came back normal, and the doctor gave me a referral to a neurologist if I kept having migraines. I didn’t call, but I held on to the number. The pain and hallucinations were gone, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t over.

           In the following days and weeks, I kept coming back to that thought. Every now and then, my head would fill up with colors again. And I kept dreaming about oceans. Not like I was at the beach or sailing or scuba diving; I was disembodied, submerged in a sea I didn’t recognize. When I was awake, I would get flashes of sights and smells, like when a memory jogs, but in response to the most random things. And I was remembering things I had never seen.

           Come to think of it, I was having a lot of intrusive thoughts, and I had a growing sense that I wasn’t alone. In the middle of the night, I would wake up thinking something had brushed past me; a search of the house would show it was empty. At work, on the long drive to the site – I felt like if I looked over my shoulder fast enough, I would see… something.

           “I feel like there’s another mind inside my head,” I said.

           “Maybe you should see a doctor,” offered Greg.

           I didn’t really want to see a shrink. But when invisible tentacles wrapped around me in the shower, I decided to bite the bullet.

           “Stress,” the psychiatrist said after talking to me. She suggested I take some time off work. But she wanted to schedule a follow-up, soon. She was worried.

           I had some vacation time, and the nearest airport was advertising cheap flights to Mexico. If I was having a nervous breakdown, might as well have it in Puerto Vallarta with a drink in my hand. On the flight the intrusive thoughts seemed to slack off; but during the final approach, when I looked out the window and saw the Pacific, my vision exploded with purple and teal. Ocean, ocean, ocean! I had to reach for the airsickness bag.

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           Whatever this is, it’s connected to the sea. I spent the first day of my trip lying in my hotel room with the blinds drawn, going over and over the past weeks. I wasn’t in any pain, but the thing in my head – I was increasingly sure that it was something separate from me – whatever it was had gotten more agitated since I arrived in PV. This all started in a rented room like this… Had anything unusual happened around that time? Did I eat something, or interact with anyone who acted strange? No, the only thing that had happened was we’d opened a new fracture at the wellbore…

           I sat up straight. That was the day this had started. Either that headache had done me permanent damage, or oil wasn’t the only thing that had come up the wellbore.

           I squeezed my eyes shut, shouted mentally at the source of the colors and visions. Hey! What the hell are you?

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           A neighboring hotel had a hypnotist doing nightly shows. Expert in multiple personality disorder, said his brochure. Underneath, it listed another of his specialties: contacting past lives.

           This is insane, I thought as I knocked on his door.

           I’d called ahead, asking if I could meet with him privately, since I didn’t want to work out my issues in front of a crowd. The fee was a little steep, but he sounded intrigued by my symptoms and offered to meet me before a show.

           If he was a quack, at least he was professional about it. He explained up front what would and would not happen and what might happen, and then he put me into a trance.

           You are completely safe, nothing can hurt you. You allow all thoughts to exist. You float through all levels of consciousness like a warm, peaceful…

           OCEAN.

           I was disembodied, submerged in sunlit waters. Beside me rose a coral reef; below it spread meadows and forests of seaweed. Sea-pens and sea-lilies sprouted everywhere. Below me, rustling through mud and algae –

           Trilobites?!

           They were trilobites. Little Asaphus kowalewskii with its eyestalks – I had a fossil of that one in my collection. And a Paraceraurus, all horns and spines, blindingly iridescent.

           And off in the murky distance, the outline of a gigantic, drifting cone.

           This sea hadn’t existed for over 400 million years.

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           “When I snap my fingers, you will return to the waking world.”

           On cue, I opened my eyes. The hypnotist stared at me, his face sweaty. His assistant had her phone out, poised to make a call.

           “You should have told me you are an epileptic!” he started.

           “What?”

           “When you were in the trance – you slumped down, you were making faces. When I spoke to you, it was like you couldn’t understand me. You tried to speak and a noise like an animal came out! Do you remember anything?”

           “Yeah, I… I was in an ocean. Like the one in my dreams, only I could see it clearly this time.”

           The hypnotist stared at me, chewing his lip. “Can you describe this ocean?”

           “Shallow, lots of light coming through the water. It was full of extinct creatures.” If I concentrated, I could picture it clearly.

           “Extinct creatures – perhaps a manifestation of your oneness with all life, past and present –”

           “No, no, a real ocean with an ecosystem that’s been extinct for millions of years. Like the fossil record came alive, like I travelled back in time or something.”

           He and his assistant exchanged glances. “How are you feeling now?”

           “Okay – a little loopy. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten.”

           He motioned to his assistant. She put down her phone, dug in her purse, handed me a candy bar.

           “I’ve never seen a case like yours,” he said. “If you’re willing, I’d like to see you after tonight’s show. There are a few things I can try that might make sense of this.”

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           The hypnotist’s assistant walked me down to the hotel restaurant; I think she was afraid I would have another episode on the way. Once I had eaten, I stretched out on a couch in the lobby, but didn’t sleep. If I let my mind wander, I could see subdued colors at the edges of my vision, could feel tentacles drifting loosely around me.

           The hypnosis show was over around 10 pm. When the last of the audience had filtered out, I went in for my second appointment.

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           “You are completely safe and at peace. You are alone in a comfortable room. No one who enters this room can harm you.”

           “Okay.” In my mind’s eye, the room looked a lot like the hypnotist’s hotel room.

           “There is a knock on the door. It is the source of the visions you’ve been having.”

           There was water outside the window, ocean water. A school of finless, heavy-headed fish swam by.

           “Remember: nothing that enters this room can harm you. You are completely safe. You open the door and invite your guest inside.”

           I did just that.

           “What do you see?”

           “It’s – it’s an ammonoid. No, it’s an older species. An Ordovician nautiloid.” Awake, I might have been scared. But in the trance it was no worse than coming face to face with a noisy neighbor. Big eyes, with square pupils like a goat’s, stared at me over a mass of gently swaying tentacles; behind them, a shell curved away in a loose spiral. It drifted in, swimming through the room as if still in the water.

           “You are completely safe. You can ask it any question you want.”

           So I did. “What are you?”

           The creature’s eyes turned purple. On the mantle covering the end of its shell, a rippling hounds-tooth pattern appeared.

           “It’s changing color. I think – I think it’s trying to communicate.”

           “You are one with your guest. You feel its thoughts and feelings as your own.”

           He was right. Desire to be understood. Identity. The colors, each with a concept attached to them.

           “It’s the name of its species,” I realized. “Purple is happy, blessed. The other pattern – it’s more complex. I don’t quite get it. It’s one of the Blessed Somethings.” Another wash of thought. “It has a question for me.”

           “What is the question?”

           “It wants to know if I’m – if I’m a squid? A nautiloid? No, it’s asking if I’m a person, like a sentient being. Yes, yes I am. Are you?”

           A pale blue swirl of annoyance. Of course I am.

           “You can ask your guest any question.”

           I mulled it over. “How did you get here? Inside my head, I mean.”

           In response, a riot of colors and patterns.

           “I don’t understand. Can you show me?”

           One long, smooth feeler reached out to the window and touched the glass. I followed it and looked out.

           The seaweed was gone, and most of the algal mat. All the coral had turned gray. Overhead, the surface of the water creaked and groaned: ice. The sea was cold and sour.

           “Ordovician extinction,” I said.

           Death. Empty shells. Only the mindless drift-feeders were left.

           The new fracture had been near the top edge of the Ordovician shale. “You were trapped there. We let you out.”

           Affirmation. Confused affirmation.

           “What do you want?”

           The colors turned muddy. It had no idea; it hadn’t asked for any of this.

           “Can I talk to you again sometime?”

           Affirmation, and relief.

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           There were six days left in my vacation. I decided to spend them learning to meditate.

           The hypnotist offered several theories about what was going on, mainly “past life regression” and “ancestral memories.” My theory, and the one I was going with, was that we had somehow turned loose an ancient ghost, and I was being haunted. Actually, it wasn’t all that frightening once I came to that conclusion. The whole thing had been accidental; far from being malicious, the thing in my head seemed apologetic when I told it all the trouble it had caused.

           It wasn’t hard to reach a state of mind where I could talk to my guest, as I’d started to call it. Before the flight home, we’d even worked out a way to share space in my waking mind without causing problems, and my strange dreams had stopped. The biggest hurdle was communication. My guest used a visual language of colors and patterns; emotions and simple nouns and verbs were easy, but more complicated concepts tended to get lost in translation. Playing around with the paint program on my computer, I found out I could transcribe our conversations… sort of. And when I got home, I pulled out my fossil collection to show it.

           Stone. I was showing my guest a fossil ammonite shell. When I closed my eyes, I held it with tentacles instead of fingers, turning it over and examining it. Old. Very old.

           “Millions of years younger than you. From the Jurassic period.”

           City-builders, too?

           “What?”

           Nautiloids, cities, construction. Descendants build, maybe?

           I sat back, mulling over the images and color-words. “Wait – you build cities?”

           Not self. Too small. Nautiloid-kind, city-builders. City-dwellers.

           “City-builders, like a civilization? 400 million years ago, in the ocean?”

           Annoyance and confusion. How was this a question? It was surprised enough that I was a land-dweller.

           “We never found evidence of intelligent life before us – none that we recognized.”

           Confusion. Denial. It wasn’t possible, there had been so many of them all over the world.

           “Maybe we didn’t know what we were looking at. Or maybe… it’s been almost half a billion years. Not much survives that long.”

           Denial. Denial. But then: Understanding. Yes, time eats all.

           Red was the color of Nautiloid grief. Red like an ancient sunset filled my mind for the rest of the evening.

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           “Will you show me?” I asked one day. “I want to know about them. About your kind, what they were like.”

           I closed my eyes and saw them. My guest’s family, or something like a family. They were the group that had raised it, but none of them were genetically related. Many weren’t even the same species; as I saw more and asked questions, I learned that my guest was one of several intelligent nautiloid species. It showed me straight cones like wizards’ hats; loose curlicues; tight curlicues; talkative, half-naked little things like cuttlefish darting around. Not only had they existed at the same time, but they used the same color languages, lived and worked in mixed groups, raised their young together. Their civilization was founded around the idea that each species was necessary to the lives of the others.

           My guest showed me things it had seen, things it had heard of. The civilization of the nautiloids had lasted nearly a million years, in all its various iterations and divisions. I saw shining cities of gel and silica stretching up the walls of continental shelves; I saw the ocean floor vents around which their technology centered. Household items of cast cement and water-fired clay, delicate metallurgy that had long since corroded away to nothing. They had domesticated the giant drifting orthocones, they hunted the arthropods that tried to prey on them. They had learned to live in all corners of the ocean and at all depths. They had even begun to explore the barren, alien land.

           But then the cold had come. And not every species had been able to weather it.

           Food animals disappeared first. Then disease began to spread as hunger and cold took their toll. Those that lived in the shallow reefs suffered most. Attempts to build shelters were too late; within a few years, whole segments of society were extinct.

           Symbiosis. If the surface-people do not farm, the depths-people cannot make. If the egg-raisers do not nurture, the city-makers cannot build.

           “Did anybody make it through?”

           Unknown. Maybe. Not self, but maybe others.

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           They had a written language, if you can call it that. My guest taught me. Strands of colored fiber, knotted, strung with shells and beads. We had to make a lot of substitutions; some of the modern materials weren’t exactly right. But a nautiloid would have found it readable. My nautiloid did.

           I would sit up late into the night, stringing yarn together while my guest dictated. It was a book, but it felt like a rosary, like a prayer that could be handled. Do not forget us. We lived. We mattered.

           I had gotten used to my guest. It had a name for me; I don’t know what it meant, but it looked like dark blue tie-dye with a spray of stars. I had a name for it: Shelby Squidsworth. We would talk about geology, the species that had come after the nautiloids, what might come after humanity. It was fascinated by life on land.

           When the book was finished, we celebrated with a trip to the beach.

           Descendants? It wanted to know. I sat on the sand, drying in the sun.

           “Your descendants, you mean? Do you have any?”

           Maybe. An image of my Jurassic-era ammonite. All stone, maybe. All empty.

           “There are still creatures like you today.” I concentrated on an image of a nautilus, of squid and octopi. “They’re not as smart as you guys, not in a city-building, history-recording sort of way. Not that we know of. But they might get there.”

Maybe. Images of its family group; it missed them.

I dug my toes through the sand. “Did your people believe in an afterlife?”

           Yes. A whirl of colors; I didn’t grasp the meaning, but it seemed to comfort my guest. I wondered why it was with me and not there; quietly, I hoped, but it noticed.

           No burial. No rites.

           “If you got a proper funeral, would you be able to rest?”

           Maybe. Hope.

           “Tell me what I need to do.”

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           400 million years ago, when the nautiloids laid their dead to rest, they would separate the body from the shell. In deep-water countries, the shell would be painted and displayed by the family group; in shallow waters, where my guest was from, it was floated on the surface or pushed onto land, to dry and crumble in the sun. The body was ritually eaten by family and close friends, so that their loved one could remain with them in a way and strengthen them.

           Old custom. Dawn-of-time custom.

           “My people don’t really approve of cannibalism.”

           Amusement. Different species. Have comfort.

           I bought a big ceramic shell online, and about a pound of calamari from the store. It was as close as I could get; the spirit of the thing was what mattered. I ate the calamari alone, in silence. I had the sense that my guest ate, too, for all the other nautiloids who had died alone. Then, with the ceramic shell on a little raft I’d built, I drove to the beach and waded out past the surf.

           “Do you think humans and nautiloids go to the same afterlife?”

           Maybe. Hope.

           “I’ll see you later, then. Godspeed, good friend.”

           I laid a garland of knotted yarn over the shell: a nautiloid benediction, written out. I knew a few of the words humans use, and I said those as well. Then I pushed the raft off, away from the shore.

           When I climbed out of the water, I was alone in my head.

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           “You’re different,” Greg said. It was my first day back at the site. “You have a good vacation?”

“Yeah. I had to attend a funeral right at the end, though.”

“Man.” Greg winced. “Family?”

“A friend.”

“That’s rough.”

“It was time. And the service was just the way my friend wanted.”

“Timing still sucks.” Greg shuffled. “Oh hey, you’ll like this: the museum was running an exhibit on ancient sea life. I had my daughter last weekend, so I took her to see it.” He handed me a flier. “She wants to do her school project on these nautilus fossils. I told her you could help her with the research.”

“I don’t know how much I can help, but I’ll try.” I smiled at the picture on the flier.

My friend’s book was coiled neatly in my backpack; I had already started the translation. I doubted most people would want to read it, and even fewer would believe it. But it would be there, at least for a while: a faint, brief echo of a people long gone. A chance for them to be remembered.

           I can only hope that when my time comes, someone will offer me the same kindness.

[eleanor-devil]

Naruto Fanfic - Boruto: Sacrifices - Chap.26, Building Tension

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Chapter 26 - Building Tension

As he looked up from where he was lying down to the stars shining out of the window, the young blue haired boy was thinking that he was actually doing a good job during his... recovery. Mitsuki. That was his name, as told by the angel and many others. He was twelve, but apparently his birthday was closing in. Although no one around him wanted to go into details, he had apparently been through a very rough fight (because he was a... ninja, that was the word) and had missed more than a month of his life because of it. He didn't remember being dangerously impulsive or reckless, but by the looks of it, he was. And apparently... he was best friends with the blondie - Boruto. Strange enough, through everything... this was the one fact that he had the hardest time to wrap his mind around. If he was such an important person in his life, how... why couldn't he remember him?! He sighed. The thing was, whenever he tried to remember something, anything... he had a splitting headache, caused by what seemed to be a myriad of voices speaking in his head. He didn't know any of these voices... or rather, he couldn't decipher enough out of the ramble to recognize who was speaking, but still... he was sure these were no memories. And although he didn't exactly know why... he was actually afraid to hear what the voices had to say. And so he was, in a way... avoiding remembering anything... Which was why the visits of Boruto had become guilt trips. Sometimes, he really wished he would stop visiting... but then, this thought was unbearable too, for reasons he didn't know. Hearing footsteps and low murmuring from the outside, Mitsuki immediately ducked back into the covers, pretending to be asleep if the medics decided to come inside for a check. He didn't feel like he could talk about these problems with anyone - at least not yet. He knew that this was something only he needed to sort out.

... "Ta-daaa!" the black haired girl said cheerily as she brought out some delicious looking pasties from the basket she and her brother had brought. "Mama made these especially for you, Mitsu-nii!" The girl's bubbliness was kind of... overwhelming, especially the way she (Himawari, her name was Himawari) kept calling him 'brother'... Just another pang in the young boy's heart, and yet... for some reason he just couldn't see her presence as unnerving as her brother's. "Hey, dig in, 'ttebasa, this is all yours!" Boruto said with a big grin, leaving Mitsuki amazed at just how much enthusiasm he had. "I... thank you," the boy replied, with a smile that he hoped that at least looked genuine. He took a sweet bun from the basket and took a bite... it was indeed delicious beyond words. He didn't notice how Boruto's face fell, his expression taking on a thoughtful quality. He didn't have a chance to notice it anyway, seeing that Himawari was still chattering away. He came to a halt as the taste of the bun started to feel... too familiar, almost like... home... the feeling almost made his heart ache... "Yo, Mitsuki," Boruto's voice was now as thoughtful as his expression, not the cheerful one as before. "You okay?" Maybe that wasn't the best question to ask, since he was still recovering from his injuries as well as a memory loss, but Mitsuki knew that the blond was just worried about him. And somehow, he was glad for it. "I'm good." he said, not enjoying the fact that he was lying, but not really seeing any other way out of it. ... "He's not good," Boruto sighed as they walked down the Konoha streets with Sarada. "He talks with us, smiles and all... but it's just so clear that he's putting up an act. That..." he stopped himself there, because he was about to say 'that my best friend's still not back', but... that hurt to admit. Sarada remained silent. Looking over at her, the blond could see a thoughtful, almost sad expression on the Uchiha's face. Why though...? "Nee, Sarada," he said at last, his voice, too, becoming a little worried. "What are you thinking?" Sarada came to a halt before turning to face him, although not quite meeting his eyes. Boruto couldn't tell why this was bothering him so much... "I..." she finally began, but she clearly wasn't too keen to continue. "I was just... thinking lately..." "And?" "You're not gonna like it Boruto..." The blond let out a humorless laugh. "A lot of things I don't like happen Sarada. Just go on with it." She closed her eyes with a sigh. It was only when she reopened them that she met his gaze. "Mitsuki's condition... I just... can't help but think that we unintentionally contributed to it all this time..." Those words indeed made Boruto came to a halt as his expression slowly turned blank. "W-wait, what... do you mean...?" "Just... think about it..." Now her voice was sad too, desperate... "He had always been... well, secretive, but did we ever really try to... understand him?" "That's not true," the blond said immediately, but his voice didn't really hold unwavering certainty. "He is good at hiding it if something's bothering him, if he is in trouble, believe me I've seen it so many times while we were dealing with the bullies... and we... we took him by stride... Never questioned his motives, reasons..." "This is nonsense, Sarada," he snapped at last, and the girl could hear it crystal clear in his voice... denial, denial that he was trying to hide by acting out... she knew her childhood friend only too well. And that was why she hated pushing on with this. "You remember back in the Chuunin exams? When he lost to Shinki?" "Well... yeah, of course I do." Boruto said, a little uneasy... because when he thought back to that time, the first thing he clearly remembered was the intense look Mitsuki gave him... which was... disconcerting, he had thought... But... had he thought much deeper into it? Things began clicking together in his mind. That was also when Sarada decided to complete her theory. "Did we even wonder why he decided to give up?" "I..." the words came numb to his lips. "I just... didn't think it was too unusual of him... That I could never truly understand him if I tried anyway..." But that was the thing... he didn't try. Not really. Ever since Mitsuki came to Konoha, they had an... awkward relationship. Mitsuki seemed to follow him everywhere, look up to him a lot... much more than his other classmates, now that he came to think of it. He seemed to tie his reasoning of staying in Konoha solely to him, even calling him his... sun... although the blond would be damned if he knew what that meant. And he never questioned its meaning either... They only got closer, becoming what they considered to be best friends in the passing year... but now Boruto had doubts about just how much of a best friend he was, not knowing Mitsuki thoroughly, and only going back to it after he almost lost him... "That was exactly what I thought, too," Sarada's voice brought him to this world, his own regret reflecting in her obsidian eyes. "And I... just can't help but thinking... what if it hurt him more than we could ever imagine? That we..." "...didn't even get to know him better..." the blond's voice was almost hollow. Sarada didn't know what more to say to that. They stood in complete, shocked silence for they didn't know how long. "...what... had we been doing all this time...?" Boruto's hand was slowly balled in a fist, his teeth clenched. It hurt the Uchiha to see him like that. These episodes of dark emotions became too often in the Uzumaki, uncomfortably so. It was scaring her... She was afraid that those emotions could lead him to a place where there was no return... "I-I'm sorry," she said, stuttering. "I told you... you wouldn't like this..." Boruto closed his eyes for a minute, his posture still stiff, fists still clenched... He gulped a few times, visibly trying to calm himself down. It started to work slowly... "It's alright, Sarada," he said slowly, sighing as he opened his eyes. "If nothing... you helped me open my eyes." "What do you mean?" Sarada whispered. "I've been doing this wrong all this time." His voice had taken on a firm quality... determined. "No more secrets from now on... When he regains his memories... I'm gonna make sure there will be no more boundaries between us." Relieved, a genuine smile formed on Sarada's lips as she put a hand on his arm, which made Boruto make a double take and glance at her. "Well, we can both agree on that." It took him a minute, but finally, Boruto gave her a smile, too. ... Part of Karin still didn't believe she was doing this. But for some reason... she also didn't feel any threat coming from the situation. No, she... somehow found it easier to trust the person her colleagues and Orochimaru-sama chose not to. Well, she had decided to rule that off as pigheadedness as it was... She put a hand over her belly as she waited. She had come a little earlier than the arranged time. As much as she liked to defy the rules of the 'house'... she still tried to keep as low a profile as possible, to not raise any suspicions... so she had lied and told everyone that she was going to do shopping for her daughter. "Oh I'm sorry - did I make you wait too long?" Startling out of her thoughts, the Uzumaki turned to the source of the voice. There she was, the redhead Kiri kunoichi. She pulled up a chair across from her and sat down. "Thanks for responding... I didn't know who else to reach, since... y'know..." "And how did you know I would come?" Karin asked, mostly out of curiosity. Her question made the woman hesitate for a moment. "Call it a hunch... but I thought only a woman, a mother nonetheless... would understand that I had no ill intentions. I just want to help." And strange enough, Karin could really understand her. That was part of the reason she came... "He has woken up." she said suddenly, and she didn't know why she wanted to reassure this woman. Izumi was clearly taken aback, but slowly, a genuine smile spread across her features. She hadn't been able to catch up on everything since she came to Konoha. "I... that's..." For a moment she was unable to speak. "That's great news... I'm so glad..." Karin wanted to ask her... why was she so keen on helping Mitsuki, especially with the way that she was reminded that she wasn't a welcome help time and time again... But one part of her actually could relate. Her motherly side. Izumi reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial. "Here is what I talked to you about on the phone. You can put it up to any test you would like, but I'm positive it will work. It worked before, on someone I know..." she thought back to the one time they very nearly lost one of her teammates, Masaki, in a mission where he had been confronted by a lightning user... a shiver went down her spine. The Uzumaki took the vial from her, raising it to her eye level. It didn't seem much... but then, as a scientist, she knew very well that most of the powerful medicine (or, well... poisons) look pretty ordinary. "I'm doing this against the wishes of Orochimaru-sama..." she began. "You are doing this because you know it's right." the other woman said, a sort of determination in her voice. "But... I wouldn't want to inconvenience you any further in any case. So, if you'll excuse me..." She got up on her feet, ready to leave. "Will you be staying in Konoha any longer?" Karin suddenly found herself asking, and she could see that she once again caught Izumi by surprise. "Maybe a couple more days... why?" She smiled. "Because I think I would like to let you know about the results." ... "Do you feel comfortable, Mitsuki?" The young boy didn't know how to respond for a moment. Looking down on the pads and cables on his chest, wrists and ankles that connected to some... weird looking machine, his emotions were churning. Then he glanced to the glass panel overseeing the room, and saw the familiar blue haired man, watching intently with his arms crossed... that sent an immense relief coursing through him. "Yes. I'm good." "This is not gonna hurt you," the angel continued explaining lightly. He had also heard her name many times through a lot of people, but for some reason... he preferred to refer to her as angel. "It's just gonna record your heart's activity, and it won't take more than ten minutes." Mitsuki gulped inconspicuously before nodding. "Okay." The pink haired woman gave him an encouraging smile and then started the machine. The boy felt himself relaxing even more when he realized that there was indeed nothing to be afraid of about the procedure. It was over even before he had the time to get bored. As she took the paper coming out of the machine, a thoughtful expression settled on the medic's face. Mitsuki straightened himself on his elbows, looking at her curiously. "Is it bad?" "Hmm?" She didn't exactly look at the boy as she regarded the results. "Well, to tell you the truth... it's a little early to determine that. We will need to run a few more tests." The boy almost groaned at that. He didn't know what possible implications these test results would have, especially if they turned out to be... bad... but he didn't particularly enjoy going through all of them. Seeing his expression, the woman's smile returned. "Don't worry, it's not gonna be something big. I'll just attach a small version of this machine on your chest and it'll monitor your heart's movements for two days. We will talk after that." It felt like a balloon deflated inside of him. The angel patted his hand. "You don't have to worry too much about it, okay? I just don't want you to do anything rash for these days, no sudden movements, nothing that would tire you out." The boy nodded meekly. "Alright, I will be careful." ... Log was a little disoriented as he entered his brother's house. The medic had been vague about her estimates on how Mitsuki's... heart condition was, yet alone whether his memories were returning back or not... And the more he needed to keep the "father" facade up, the more he was worried about the long-term effects on Mitsuki. What if he... was to lose his trust, after his brother found out that he wasn't telling the truth about his parentage? His thoughts came to a standstill when he saw the tall figure of his creator... or the one who Mitsuki had no trouble in assuming the parent role, which he himself just couldn't... emerged from the door. He knew why he had chosen to come out right at this moment, when he had just walked in. Although Orochimaru hadn't gone to the hospital himself yet, he was keeping close tabs on the Taka and him, prying on any bit of information from their conversations, occasionally asking questions if he feels like it. Which... was annoying Log to no end. Mitsuki needed the man who he deemed his father throughout all these years, needed his support, especially now that his health might be a big risk on his ninja life... And this man was doing nothing all day, cooping himself up in this house, only scraping information he doesn't even deserve... Feeling like he might hit something - or rather, someone - if he kept facing Orochimaru, Log turned his back on him, clenching and un-clenching his fists. "So... how is your procrastinating going?" It was almost like he had just dropped a bomb into the room; the silence and tension that had been building between the two of them coming to its peak. Log couldn't care less about that at the moment. He'd had just about enough of Orochimaru's crap. He didn't need to turn around to see that he was frowning. "Watch your tone." "Well, then watch your attitude!" The young man turned to him now, so furious that he felt like he was going to explode. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! How long has it been since Mitsuki woke up?! Why is it so hard to get the hell out of this house right now and go visit him?!" He managed to barely stop, heaving heavy breaths. There was so much he wanted to say, so much left unsolved between the two of them... But what was important now was not himself, but his little brother. "He needs you," he continued, his voice low and tight. "You can at least do what you couldn't previously... make a difference with him, actually become a parent... Yet you sit here all day, hearing the news only from us..." "Unlike you, I do something much more essential," the sannin pretty much hissed through his teeth. The words that were delivered... and his tone, so... belittling... this stirred Log's blood even more. "Oh yeah. I forgot. Your big project. The ultimate medicine that will somehow save the boy you don't even care to visit." "You are not the one to question my reasons." "Maybe I'm not." It was becoming harder and harder to keep his cool. "But good luck explaining them to Mitsuki. Because he won't understand. He doesn't need to understand! He's just a child! Do you even have any idea what you're doing to him?!" "He's strong." "He is not a machine! He has emotions... and you're breaking him!" Not being able to contain himself anymore, the young man punched the wall. "Or do you even care?!" Orochimaru didn't say anything to that... and honestly, Log knew that by now, he shouldn't find it surprising. Yes, Mitsuki was a child driven by his emotions, and although he wouldn't classify himself as sentimental, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do when his little brother was concerned. This man, however... it was as if he was talking to a wall. With the exception that even a wall could be considered more emotional when compared to Orochimaru. "You aren't even gonna say anything?" he asked between gritted teeth. "You will excuse me if I don't think your question merits for an answer." He didn't know why that cold answer hit him like a slap in the face... it certainly wasn't the first time his creator dismissed him in such a manner, only pretending to hear him if his opinion was of any importance. He had learned better than to take offense, believing that he is the better out of the two of them. But there were times like this... Maybe it was because in figuring out that Mitsuki was in need of his father instead of a replacement, it brought into stark attention that he lacked a father figure in his life... for so long... He kept his emotions as far away from his voice as he could when he spoke next. "But when I come to think of it... why am I even surprised, right? After all, you didn't even want to keep him at first when he was born." All he got in a response was the closing of the door as the sannin got back into his son's room. Log closed his eyes for a moment as the unwanted memory of his brother's first day came into his mind... [Flashback] Wuaaaah wuaaaah... The long and constant cry of the baby was starting to kill the young boy's ears, it sounded like an annoying siren that slowly wanted to end with his ears. The child in his arms hadn't stopped crying since he had been taken out of the tube that Orochimaru had broken in his anger towards the project... Was the child scared? Hungry? Sleepy? The blue haired boy had no idea and he was sure that he wasn't the best person to comfort a crying newborn... where was Karin when she was needed? She certainly could fit the role better... The child sniffled a little and then he was at it again, the boy really didn't know how a baby this small could produce such a wail. Was he even that noisy when...? He crumpled his face as he remembered that person... and a pain plunged in his chest. He was starting to grow desperate... The baby's distress was making him restless, almost desperate to do something to calm him... Awkwardly, he swayed him side to side. "Sssh... it's gonna be okay..." He added as an afterthought. "I'm here..." And slowly the child started calming down, the cry moved on to a simple whimper, a little pout in his mouth and big tears at the corners of his eyes as he slowly opened them. It almost made his heart skip a beat... yes, he was aware that this child was technically a clone of himself, just smaller, but... seeing those eyes, as amber colored as his own, it made him feel... strange? Like the child was looking into his soul. "U-Um..." he didn't know what to say. "Hi?" He almost slapped himself mentally, why was he saying that, the child wouldn't understand him! But at least his ears were feeling much better now. He didn't know why he did that but the oldest boy moved his hand and his index finger touched the child's nose... and it made the baby let out an unintelligible noise before he moved his tiny, tiny hands out of the blanket and grabbed his finger. Another skip in the boy's heart-beat... What was that feeling...? Why did it feel... nice, the way that little hand was holding on to his finger...? Like the baby did understand him and was trying to say hi himself? Or that he was somehow... seeking support from him? Why did he suddenly feel like he was glad he was given this solitary moment to meet the baby? "Umm... okay..." he gulped nervously, and then smiled at the thought that came to his mind. "I guess this makes me... an older brother now, huh? Heh..." Those words felt both a little odd but too right at the same time. The child blinked and maybe it was a trick from his mind but... it seemed like the corners of the mouth of the little one curled into a smile? He didn't have time to process that... as Orochimaru finally returned inside the laboratory. The child immediately stood up from the chair he was sitting on and started following his creator with his eyes. It didn't go unnoticed to the boy what the black haired sannin had in his hands. A basket? As Orochimaru put it on the top of the table, his curiosity couldn't be kept out. "What is that for?" he wasn't usually one to question his parent's actions but... something felt off... "For the child." he said without looking at him. "You're going to leave him at Konohagakure, Mitsuki." And that made the boy freeze... turning the words in his head, trying to understand the meaning, although he had a nagging feeling of what they probably meant... "I what?" "He is not going to stay here." the sannin said curtly, as if putting an end to the conversation. "I need you to deliver him to the orphanage in Konoha, making sure you're not seen. The director is an old disciple of mine." He had delivered this speech with such an emotionless voice that... Knowing him or not, the boy felt his blood boiling beneath his skin. So when the man reached forward to take the baby... the boy's arms tightened a little more around his "brother", and he took a step back before half turning backward, shielding the baby from sight. "No." This simple protest was enough for Orochimaru to furrow his brows. "This is not up for discussion, Mitsuki." "That is not fair!" he raised his voice, brows furrowed as well. "What did he do? You created him and now you want to get rid of him!? Is that how your little game goes?!" "You know nothing." Orochimaru took a step forward and Log took another step backwards, the determination clear in his eyes. Mitsuki had never really cared about what Orochimaru did or his experiments in general but this one... he didn't know why but it was just calling for help, even if the baby in his arms had said nothing... "I know enough to know that you're not even allowed to do this!" he said pointing to himself and to the baby. "We aren't even supposed to exist and yet we do. I wonder what that ninja that watches the hideout twenty-four hours a day would say if he found out." The sannin's eyes narrowed at that, and the boy almost gulped at the look in his eyes... almost. But the presence of the baby... gave him the courage he needed, and his chin pushed up a little in defiance. "What is this?" his creator asked in a hiss, his tone dangerous... "Are you trying to threaten me?" A fine coat of sarcasm had seeped in the tone, as if daring him... guessing from experiences that he won't. But the boy's voice was clearer when he next spoke. "Make me go out... make me take him out and I will do much more than going to Konoha." He was sure he had crossed the line... only, he didn't care. "You insolent child...!" the sannin roared, Mitsuki was sure he had never seen such an angry look in his creator's eyes, it was a roar that even shook the baby in his arms and it made him cry once again. "Do you have any idea of what you're saying?! Of what kind of power that child holds?!" "I may not know but I do know that you created him and you should take full responsibility of what you did! Instead you want to drop him in your former village?! You want to drop such a "bomb" of power when only you know how to control it?!" The baby continued to cry, his arms moving out of the blanket, his hands closed in fists and his head moving from side to side. It was clear that he didn't like this discussion... almost as if he could understand it... Instinctively, the older brother once again tried to soothe the baby, it was becoming natural for him... then he raised his head to glare at the sannin, meeting daggers himself. "You are scaring him. I hope you will learn to take better care of him, because he's staying." "You are not the one making the rules here!" "Am I not?" The boy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Feel free to try me." With each word he was uttering... he felt a warm spot growing inside of him... a need to be beside this baby whenever and however he needs him... He was already born into unpredictable circumstances... he would surely need his help in the times to come. The sannin clenched his teeth in anger but didn't say anything. "So here is the deal..." his eyes shone with confidence. "You'll raise him properly, not as a weapon... you'll take good care of him and my mouth will be kept shut... no one will know that you kept making experiments. But try to get rid of this baby..." his voice faded as he looked back at the baby, a wondrous expression filling his eyes. "Mitsuki... that will be his name from now on." "Oh? And what are you supposed to be called then?" "I will decide on that." the boy said curtly, not taking his eyes off from his brother. "... but try to get rid of him or me..." he looked back at his creator. "And I promise that every nation will know about what you've been doing. And I can assure you that they won't spare you a second chance. I don't care how much power you put in him, you did it and so you will take care of it. He will not be a bomb slowly ticking to explode..." And with that the boy started walking towards the door that led outside the laboratory. "I will be in my room." The door opened, only to reveal the three members of the Taka acting like they hadn't been listening to the conversation. [End of Flashback] Log came to his senses as he heard the apartment door opening. Suigetsu rushed there when he saw his girlfriend walking in. "Where have you been? I was beginning to worry..." "Hey, don't forget who you're talking to," Karin said as she raised the shopping bags she was carrying. "These aren't gonna miraculously appear on our doorstep, you know." As she walked inside, she once again addressed to her boyfriend, keeping her voice low so they won't be overheard. "We need to speak." ... Mitsuki was trying not to get too bored as he laid on his bed, having just given up on counting the drops in the IV attached to his arm. He had hold up good to the angel's words up until now. Most of his awake hours passed with drifting in and out of sleep, watching some TV when he felt like it, reading a book that someone had kindly brought... but of course after about five hours, it had become tiring. He started to feel like... wish that... he could do something else... that wouldn't include this small room. Sighing, he tried to focus his attention elsewhere. He was healing, nothing much to do about it. The blue haired man, who he called his father, had left not long after the angel finished the exams concerning his heart, not before he had seen him once more in his bedroom but the visit had been brief... Mitsuki wished he had stayed longer to keep him company. He was even starting to miss the presence of the blond boy who was always there with him and his bubbly little sister, even though they had just been there this morning. What else could he do in this room...? Sighing, the child decided to step out of the bed and grabbing the IV to bring it with him, Mitsuki approached the window, opened it and allowed the fresh air to reach him. It was a beautiful day... the sun that shone outside, although it was going steadily down the horizon, sent warmness coursing through him, and before he knew it... a smile slowly spread across his face. It felt... joyful, lively... it almost made him sad that he had missed this feeling for a month and half. He put a hand on the sill, closing his eyes and slightly leaning forward... and he made a promise to himself then and there, that he would never take this blissful sensation for granted... Suddenly a rush of wind shot past, close enough for him to feel it. The boy's eyes snapped open in surprise. What was that...? He had to lean out a bit more to understand what that had been, and taking a better look outside and then up, he saw many figures jumping around the different ceilings of the village. Mitsuki was hit with a sensation he hadn't felt since he woke up, it was like... what they were doing was calling for him... like... like he had done this before too... He couldn't recognize much of these figures but two of them caught his eye, the two people that had been there when he woke up... Boruto... and Sarada... What were they doing? It looked like they were chasing the other people... he saw Boruto jump from a ceiling to another and suddenly he was out of view. He had probably jumped to the hospital's ceiling. Faintly, the girl's voice reached his ears through the clear air. Warning Boruto about something... Mitsuki didn't know why but he felt his pulse racing as he craned his neck to try and follow the blond, although he had no chance whatsoever to see from here... Clashing noises, metal against metal, the battle was on full force... Mitsuki hoped that things were going in Boruto and Sarada's favor... He had no way of knowing how many opponents the blond had taken on, but it sounded too many... Then he heard a scream... Realizing that it was from the girl, his gaze immediately shot upwards... And like in slow motion, his eyes widened in shock when he saw Boruto falling from the roof, he thought he heard him scream too.        

[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars     Episode 19

          Storm over Ryloth

Inter-     sting 

 I   know   (how )   this     likely    means     ‘storm’          as      into      breach        or,        to      take          by         force

     But I can’t help thinking about space       weather

     It’s        so       fricking        cool

     But getting into the      story;

  [Quote;  It is a rough road ahead, leads to                    the height of greatness

               I’ve spoken about this before;                 You don’t need suffering or conflict                            to be great                              (Or to write                           a good story)

               Productivity (and happiness)                  doesn’t require suffering

               Someone might heck you over but that’s just a                  momentary inconvenience

               When you’re chasing                    (and doing)                     your dream

                  And it won’t really matter               after you’re done dealing with it

                  And in light of                  your actual goal

              Now continuing on;

              Droid army

         I like how it’s              “subjected,”

           Like      you know the adults can get out of this at any time

   Same brain,       Same abilities             (Yes)            Same in-    tell-I   gence

 (Same      Ability       (To     escape)

    And       are     assholes        if       they     dragged      children        into        this

  (Enablers        if      they      didn’t       (Directly)

  Starving

   Again,        Fixable

  Also,       one      blockade         Screws            You           Over?

        You can’t               like            self sustain

             On                your                own               planet?

              That’s..                    kinda                  cringe                   ,bro

                 Evil

 Is anyone not    in this circumstance?

  Like not the children     obviously...

 Watt-ton-boar

  Interesting

   Name

   Also please be more nuanced and      put in more      Thought than      the colonizers         episode

     Please

        (My head        can’t stand        that headache.)

     .. .

   “Iron     fist,”

    Well        he        is      made       out        of       iron

   (Or       at least      a metal suit,)

    Senate

    Oh     Palpatine      cares!

(I know    not really      but run      with me      on this)

   Grand army of the       Republic

    Mount         a       bold               -  offensive

   Again the escalation of this goes      from 10       to 1

 It’sa amazing

    Like       last    episode      was    biological     warfare

  (Now    it’s       a      grand      army)

    And it’s just       off the chart    how this conflict works

    Going from     stabbing each other           To throwing         more        paper      airplanes         at       each      other

  (None       of        it     done    seriously)

    And without any        consideration to        how terrifying            that is        with children...        involved

        Like              it’s their game           but their actual living               nightmare                   That...                   they’ll                      be                    left                     to                   clean                     up, if      it doesn’t kill them first

                  That’s                     terr-                     -fying

                 Also                      this                         is                      one                     planet                        (System?)

                   (But you   showed...

Ergh

In-     Consistent-ly

   Asoka         is      already      glaring

      And        more        focus          on          her

      Than           Anakin

     Aight

     Really      focusing         on       Ahsoka         there          movie

     Anakin          gets        shifted          by         the     holograms

  Obi-wan’s         Ground        Assault

    Seriously       it’s one planet

     Big       Planet

      Big         Station-

  Oh I thought Obi-Wan     - was flirting with the villains again

    Never mind        it’s just some random       Sergeant

      (Good for           him)

      And like the      Titanic he’s        fecking          jinxing              it

      “Un-         destructible”         Yeah            I know           a few people         that said that

Tragic    irony,     get      ‘em

  Okay

   Dude has   mood lighting

   Knows the   Republic is going to attack

     Let’s        get         the      shitshow         on         the         road

      (The battle that’s       likely going to unfold,         not the story,)

         Surprise

        In-teresting 

        so good 

         so far

         You

       Re-public

       Invade

      Good           for          him

    Get-ting       assigned           an       important        mi-ssion

       Good

Into the Blue! 

 (Here      we      go)

  Aight

  Let’s       See

   Okay

    Lots        of    build up       for      the     admiral

   Aight

    Hey the clone actually talk to him in an accurate show of decent accountability

    Good         Job

      I like the Admiral     when he’s not micromanaging stuff

     He looks practically        adorable

          - with his little mustache...

   “Prepare for battle,”

    Never mind it was ruined by logic         that they        should        always be ready for battle

    They are on a        war ship after all

           -still a nice moment

      Raise the shields

       - Fair order

         Aight,            two           more

This...  is Anakin’s command after    all

 Aight

 Right

  Okay

  Good for them.   

   Okay

   Ahsoka gets a starfighter     Why?

   Commanding            a       squadron

  Wait       they gave her a squadron?

  I thought-

       The character             is a Mary Sue

        There

          DONE

          [either that or              Yoda’s an idiot]

            Or, Anakin an                 unaccountable                  bastard

                [They’re both                   un-accountable]

               “Idiot,” is just short for an                 unaccountable                    at this point

                 [I can’t stand                 to correct it every time]

                 Any-way

                 Let’s make a good               impression

                  That was almost a good child-like   impression

                   Still a bit too much emotion and not    stunted enough

                    But fine...

As   is...   

—-

“ of course    I’m not   nervous,”

 Never- mind       there it went     with all the goodwill     towards the character

        - Who shouldn’t    be capable of nervousness

             Shit show                  on the                   road

[”Snips,”

   First     Command

   Nervous

     All the things wrong with that conversation         with a child

   Good       Job

Every-one

Abom   ination

De-pend- ing

 Child     soldier    ...

  Lives?      Who     put     the    child    soldier      in    charge,

   Also      Bull        Shit       Adults

 Pressure       Off

Whatever        .....    Handle          It

  Aight

  And...

  Great

  Back

  Force       be      with       you

   Made the presence of self      (which you can’t have because you’re a child)       Be with       You

  “I won’t let you down”

    Child.

    Soldier.

    Hope

   Aight

   [Mary       Sue,]

    Okay

 ]

  It’s...   rolling     out

 Kick-       Back        ....   Knows       Some      Non      -Sense        Is    going-      down       -        He’s      likely    going to die

   Being     the only person    that sees something        wrong    with the     whole   “child soldier,”      Leader      -ing  thing         ...  Aight

‘Mother       Bird,’?

 Please tell me   that isn’t Ahsoka‘s    nickname?

  Couldn’t it    have been     anything else?

 [i’m aware “mother,”        Generally      Refers       To     Base       Or      Lead  -ing           - Ship          -        Just     that      we     see    plenty      of    other   names       -      For the    lead ship       -       That    would’ve     been     less       - - -      Dis -      turb      -ing

  (It’s a nitpick       but one       that I will carry        to my grave)

     (She’s a hec’kin                   Child!)

      I am a little bit        fumed

   At them never writing        her like one

   And       still trying to take any credit for                                                           good writing

.....

Shows on the   roll

 Aight

..Those         Do...         ...      Kinda.       look      like    vultures      ..  Maybe      wrong       ship          ...          IDk          ..      Okay          There          They           Go         ..     Aight          ...       There         They           Go          ...       Perfect           time             to            get           your          Padawan         involved         ...        Back with this     guy..   

  “Lau-,”

   Okay       when I originally heard this         (I     paused        it)             I thought he was saying “lunch”         To show his decadence         or lack of care,

     What he’s actually saying is a        “Launch,”

     Still       good

    (A     (relatively)         smart        move)

     Just           a           funny          anecdote

      Okay

      Again         what           is         with         the       mood          ...        lighting?

    (On his         hat?)

      Okay          ....        Right,

      Whelp  

      They’re       screwed

(Way to send the   inexperienced Padawan first dickhead,”)

  Also; where the heck is   Obi-Wan?

 Like I normally never usually complain because they never hold him responsible and treat him like a kicked puppy

   ( “In this nonsense ‘adults are the savior of everything, leading down, other adults, capable of initiative, the Glorious path      Of stag     -nation

  And ooh,      Obi-wan          is      the    victim!

 Saving      his    previous   grooming     victim     from      the      evil      of     not      stagnation        (And     being      even        the      tin-iest         bit       upset       about         that        whole       grooming         set         up!

    (Never mind         Accountability           [Shutter])

  I see them      doing it

 I’m just giving the    writers the benefit     of the doubt       that that’s      not   what they’re going        with

   (Until       I’m      certain       that’s        the     narrative)

Anyway,     Yeah, they mentioned him like five minutes ago

 We haven’t seen him since       Or ever

   Switching over to Anakin‘s   Admiral

    When it’s supposed to be Obi-Wan’s mission   ...

  For his attack         it’s surprisingly empty

   Then again when has       he ever focused and      done what he was supposed to do

     [Man is a          dumpster fire]

       [And yeah he has another          child soldier to train so he’s probably busy with that]

         - Last episode snark

     He       really can’t restrain himself to        one

    [ Anakin’s        old       news       now...]

    .....

    Okay,         I’ll stop the jokes now

    Back         to        this      episode;

    Fleet          is        ready??           !!

     You’re          all         clear

       For        What?

    Dying?

   There’s    a million ships heading right for her

    She’s going to be     destroyed...

    “Softened             them             up,”

A child dies     when an adult     wants them to die

  There is no way      she makes this

   R7       —-        Ready       —-       Action       —-

 What-ever

  My brains     already      going      numb?

   This        is      going         to         be         an       ‘Asoka’        focused      episode,         isn’t it?

 Argh

     [i’m starting to              wish               I            read            the          pre-views

   (Or the title       description)

        Note; you’re going to hear a lot of a ““Uhmms,” “Uh-hahs,”, and ”what-  Evers,”

         As my brain shuts down          to make way for the authors favorite                Mary Sue

           ...

        Boss

     Arghghhhhh

      God help            me

    Ahsoka should be dead

  Ahsoka should be dead

  Ahsoka should be....

  Movie, you do you know         how children work

  Children...       Can’t survive         An Adult         wanting          them        dead

  Those are bots  programmed to kill every man woman and child

  Ahsoka, should     be dead

What really bothers     me- 

  It’s the fact the    child soldiers  is something that you have to do carefully

You   have     to     think     through        it

   There’s not     brawns because children don’t have the     brawns to win that fight

  Nor anything     else

  The adult has to let them      win

   (Or let them       live at least)

  Which goes well with a story about a      narcissist.     playing both sides

 If the narrative      (didn’t)       what are used to hold the scene with     culpable

  The tension should come     from the fact       That Asoka isn’t     aware of      the danger      she’s       in

  Completely    unaccountable          for         her      situation

   And      would        be     unaware        up        to       the     death

  That       is       the     tragedy        of       child      soldiers

   (They       are        by       very     definition       glass       tanks)

   Fodder          Of          ......     Amorality

   If    you    want      to     write       an     adult,      write       an      adult

   Don’t       push      these     backwards      morals

   Write    responsibly         ........ Accountable         for       the      ideas       you      bring       into         the      world          ...         Ahsoka          the      unchildlike         Narc

     (That        thing         is       not        a      child; I will be addressing it as the quasi-adult abomination it      acts to be        Showing how the       actions (at least)        Work better       with the adult

    While still holding its culpable       for writing a bad character          (Child)          (Un-real     -istic-)

 [also     they’re       leading       into         a     Patroclus like twist]

      I      don’t      care

   Here we see Ahsoka,        taking the blame for            some-thing              an older                (Enabler)                 Generation                    Did,                  Taking                    the                    heat             [for the blame]  

                  And by the energy the                       enabler (toxin instigat    -or has gained, by                              the                            Ena-bling

                            That’s what I would say if the story actually took it self                                properly, and didn’t write Ahsoka poorly

                 -  additionally with Anakin’s emotions of guilt (for enabling)                         addressed

                       [Alt                       ernatively]

                       Child;

                        This represents the complete power Adults [Enabling- over involved- generation breakers] hold over the naïve and defenseless, And how enablers care about their games more than for  any concern about the well-being of others]

                      However that’s not what                           Happens;

                    Ahsoka, the abomination                       culpable to neither odds                       or groups,                            Makes it                          through

OY,      Writers,      Plot armor     only applies      to adults,

  For children   it’s unrealistic and bad writing

   Because while adult humans maybe        space orcs

    Babies are...     Not

   They die     when they are      killed

   While an adult can survive   so long as they know what they’re getting into

Okay. everyone except        Ahsoka

   Who      should        be      dead 

   .......

  Clone   enables      ......   Okay         ...    Whatever     .....    There is          ..         Oh yeah       when they’re right on top of you           ..       That’s the right time to call for      reinforcements           ..        Not like they were         arrive          -        just in time          to see you get blown up             -          Good idea            ..          Smart guy

     [Also Anakin lent Asoka his ship so she can be Patroclus-ed  did I mention that?

      And how stupid it is?

     [The characters           I mean]              . .         Alright                         . ..        There              we go               ..           Right                    ...          Whelp                 .....           Four           enemy              cruisers     

             So               she’s       

            Totally    

             Dead                      Now                         Right                                ....                    Warn                      those                            fighters

                Why        

            Does Anakin               looks so pissed off                at everything?

              Also like not going to pull the                 child soldier                  at any time?

               Caught

               “You’re                 over reacting                  Admiral.”

                Do you know those fanfiction’s where it states that              someone has a problem but he’s never brought up in any meaningful                                           way?

                                    Just there                                             .... .                                              To                                            make                                           her                                          seem                                          quirky                                            and                                          relatable?

                                          With                                                a                                              child                                             character                                               acting                                                 way                                                 beyond                                                  her                                                  age?                                                      (Or his’                                                 having been                                                no stranger                                               for calling Anakin                                                      out                                                       for                                                       his                                                  shenanigans;                                                      even                                                      though                                                      Ahsoka                                                            is                                                          the                                                            most                                                           oblique                                                           case]

                                                         As a child they shouldn’t have any preferences besides eating and sleeping on un-interrupted

                                                           As an adult                                                                  that would                                                                  be a                                                              good study                                                                 of how                                                             assumed authority                                                                     and                                                                 toxic behavior                                                                   (Such                                                                    as                                                                 enabling)                                                                    leads                                                                           to                                                                          a                                                                      worser                                                                       quality                                                                         life                                                                          (Ahsoka’s preferences and dislikes; no longer a concern,)

                                                                       With the feeling of instability toxic peers bring

                                                                          (Small goal; why cutting toxic peers, out of our life, and society, is a   good idea, a    necessary to prevent society from becoming an    unstable mess)

                                                However here it is nothing due to the                                                       story’s refusal to commit

                                                    And instead creating a non-human abomination of a main character, that sucks all the tension and stakes from the story like an on branded Mary Sue straight from Fanfiction

                   I hope the writers are proud to know they wrote such an                      abomination of a character

                   That it ruins any      semi-decent                   plot they have written

                And their decision to       irresponsibly                    inflicted on the world are not unnoted  

                 Though I do hope to forget this       character as soon as possible

                  And that it’s existence will be                       lost to time and space

                    And not inflicted on the                      future generations

                   (And hopefully not                 many more people from                  this generation either*)

                     Or the older                      brother* generation

                   * Specifically

  With that we are 19:17        minutes in        (From finishing)

   “Blue leader”

    Do you think I won’t be done with a       premise*         so early on

    *Episode

     But the premise       was already such a bad one

    And the characters      so badly miss handled

   Which is a shame because I actually look forward to an episode of this premise

    Heck they were redeemed Jar-jar Binks,       you’d have to figure an episode with Ahsoka being redeemed was waiting right around the corner

     However     this is clearly not it

      Well I hold out hope that the writers will eventually practice accountablity when writing Ahsoka’s character

       That light         is getting shorter and shorter

        (It doesn’t excuse all the mediocre episodes or episodes turned mediocre by the lack    of   acc-     oun        tability

   In     her   writing)

 Con-        tin-     Uing      On

“Admiral    attempts        to     order       a     Jedi,”

    I don’t think he   has the authority to do that

  Movie did you just break your own      rule       of   command?

   For       a     stupid        trope?

    Show        how       “bad ass”         your       Mary         Sue     Character        is?

   Argh

   Also       Anakin’s       just        a    dip shit

   (An     Unaccountable     dip shit)

    Who      en-dangered          a        child’s          life          on          his         own        volition                  Like        he’s      already       Darth       Vader         to        me

    No need to put on the      mask

    Just       start     playing       the     theme

  (Not charming)

   (Will never be)

     Okay                       .....    There       should          be          no      question       about        that

  (Unless it’s trying to insinuate              Obi-Wan                  as a secondary groomer

             Or the Chancellor’s      second victim)

       But seeing as the writers practice the accountability of a     squirrel

    Probably        not...

     .....

    Heck      off

  Un          child        like       abomination

  Whelp

   But the (un) child-like abomination is getting people   killed

  When by all the realism          she should be the one dying

    ........

   Writers          ....   

   Not cool

  “Our lines,”

You sent one group      out there

  We’ve     seen     you      do    literally    nothing     else           ....

   [this doesn’t make Asoka look cool, this makes everyone else look    stupid

     [Un-accountable]

     [and I know what they are going with the survived beyond all odds when no one else can nonsense,”

      No, movie

 Just...    No

 [so many critical (mis)understandings (intentional mis-carrying), that drives this story into extinction

 “Alright, alright,”

  She only comes back     when she’s needed more!

   Fuck off...    

    Movie

    That character got someone        killed...

    And has had enough sentience    to understand the consequences of her actions

    [and the system        she enables]

     And the        concept of         death

     [Fair enough       that dude could’ve saved himself]

     But Ahsoka assumed authority and fucked it up           Well enough           Herself

     No innocence          in that

     Retreating

    Dude is ready to die         [and while I don’t actually respect to           or encourage that]

    You kind of have to respect*/laugh                           At his commitment                          to his toxic job

                      Aight,                              Mate

Orders

  That I pick and   choose

    And should’ve followed      without a second thought    if I was an actual child

   Abomin        -ation

   Well   

    what   

    hope that was good

    Oh he was actually doing      some thing

    That would’ve been nice to see when he uttered         the “We’re out-numbered,“                 Line

      “Intensify deflector shields”

        How?!

       There’s too many

  [really setting up the odds for Ahsoka to be the     Big Damn hero     [Un-realistic      -ally]

    Aren’t you     ,movie

   Aight

    Fighter          Squad

     Bull-shit

     Also isn’t it supposed to be the whole damn        army?

     Like,  where is their enforcement is my question

     Because it should be like baseball bat to glove

    With them out numbering those guys 1 to 10

    So what is up?

    And also where is       Obi-Wan        Kenobi?

   Y’know

   The guy 

    this  mission is actually supposed to be about

     Seriously, that’s becoming a           littered detail

   Alright,        okay

     ARGGH

    Dear       God

     She just said “cool your      jets,”

   To the fuckin        Admiral

    Are you trying to DIE     

   Child?

   That’s an adult

    They can

    (And might)

    Try to       kill you!

    WTF

    We’re at        18:03  

     And already     having this many problems with the     story

    Like even an essay on why this character doesn’t        work

  Hasn’t done much to sustain   me

 Through          This        Bull

 Too late!

  What.......?

    What-

   Happ         -ened

  Sky-       Walker..

  Okay

  Just-       Okay       movie

   You-      don’t       get       any   reaction      beyond         that

     And..         the       ship’s       down

    You know if this is in any other      situation

  With actual good characters

   And      set up

    That      might’ve        been         a bit       actually         tear       jerking

     As Ahsoka is forced to reckon with the fact of what the toxic behavior has done to her friends and family

     And even as enablers - of a terrible military complex -( of toxic behaviors) you can’t help but feel - despite this being on making up their own creation - that it’s still too cruel for a human being (or sentient) and that accountability will be a blessing for them, where their hurt to themselves and everyone around them will be lesser

     But that isn’t the case

     Because Ahsoka      

     And toaster

     Hang on Admiral

     Fuck’in Jedi            -under breath

        Like seriously Comms guy here gets lot of our beef

     But he seriously gets put through      a whole fecking lot this episode

      Like yeah      he could stop this at any time

     But          He        Doesn’t

     And as noted above,       It’s like dude you could be doing better for         yourself...

      You deserve   better

      Human         reaction

       Just              Ouch

        Out of                 Here

         Fighters

   Like yeah let me  just try and       contain the inhumane                             abomination                                     of                                 nature                                          Sure,                                    sir                                 Right                                     after-                                      [Ship                                    shaking]

                                   I get                                        these                                       fires                                    contained

                                   [Feckin’                                      Jedi]

 Well     shit      got         more   wrecked

 Return

   Oh shit      yeah     I fucked that up

    Oh,        Right

   Few    seconds

   Why are you riding this guy’s                   tailplate?

              Retreat

              Whelp

             Why?

 Also, this is just like one fleet

               I thought this was supposed to be like a            multi facet thing

               Like it said that         the whole entire army

               And we’re dealing with is extremely           small slice of the pie

              (Like not even supposed to be part of the pie             As Asoka           is a Jedi in training,”

   We didn’t even see what Anakin and the Admiral           are doing otherwise

     Seriously       all their hopes...     

        On            a         “teenager”

       Who        should           be      uncapable           of       intuition             (Or       initiative)

        And          Yoda            (and       surprisingly*        every             one           else)                  Signed            off            on           this

   *Presumably             * Nothing         is surprising       about         A bunch of     child      groomers           Agree-              Ing             to        throw             -ing              A         child       into     danger

   That’s       ex         -pected

    No

  Smart         Guy

  Given that we literally haven’t seen any other bit of the      Army

   Ahsoka meant that she’s going to invade the enemy ship         didn’t she?

     Like it was cut so we couldn’t see      the direction

  The way she said that other clone’s name

  I’m sus.

Good job

 If you do your job well enough         No one can beat it      with half-ass          ery

   Okay

   Failing?

   Since       when?

    Anyone that got hit        died!

    How?

    Stay       with       me

   In this surprisingly      stupid attempt

  ...        ....

 Aight,

  He’s      Dead

  Good job everyone    involved

  “Axe,”

  Apparently        the only one that survived         (Almost)

 Also, Ahsoka     how does it feel to have enabled that behavior?

   Because        you played a part

  Skipping over the part      that that was her fault?

   And the consequences of enabling   extremely toxic actions?

   Like that person’s   dead

Might not have been dead if everyone didn’t enable this  

Like     there        was       a        part     there

 Close up the hangar doors

  Why?

Also,    That’s your reaction,      To seeing      all this shit     

We’re home

That’s a bit better

Could’ve use a bit more   conflict Over her role      Eyes widening    and shifting in horror     Actually shocked

 And expressing     the full emotions of an   adult

(If that   is what we’re going for)

Okay,      Alright

  Also,     someone     survived?

   Why?

   Didn’t

   He-

  (Guess he only      survived out of his own        initiative)

    And was    just very done

     Alright

    Okay

    Sucks

   Hey- “jump to lightspeed”

     Aniken- actually did some thing in this whole episode

     Well,

     Hope the other traids of this      multi-facet         -Ed

  Invasion

  Also,    how is one ship not on fire?

  Bull shit that’s Anakin’s

  His ship...    was on fire

  Hold your characters accountable         For the situations       they caused

  Now I’m going to assume Anakin and Ahsoka have the standard clichéd ‘You should’ve listen to orders/ I do what I want,” or Anakin comforts the un-child-like abomination for       consciously       Enabl       -ing        Bad        Behaviors,         As        An       Adult,       As      that      the         only   situation       that   conversation      would     happen

  (The narrative        refusing           to         hold         her     accountable)

      With a child it would just be an      over involved         adult      comforting         their        own      orders             That      and      only      that

  Himself      and      only    himself

  Because     children        do       not     require   comforting        if      you       do      not      put      them        in    distressful    situations

  “Sorry”       Doesn’t      quite      cover        it

   Head       Count

   Aight

   Can’t      make       me      feel      bad     drama     queen

  Stop   bothering       the      tech       guys       and       get       off

“Dis-appointed,”

    She’s capable of making        her own decisions

   She’s either one an    un child like abomination               Or an            adult               Who should be how to           accountability              for           repeated               tox

       Anakin held accountable             (For enabling)

       The second      he hits an accountable adult

       Point being       they’re both in the wrong

     And if movie is trying to paint one of them as a        more or less innocent         (Accountable)        Movie is wrong

   (You can be more or less toxic than someone,           But after rule of five;          you’re both equally accountable         (Aka, should be         held accountable)

    (Equally        irredeemable)

   (By audience)

   (Different          People)

    Point being; they’re both toxic 

    And I wish the writers would stop treating    Ahsoka as deserving of any      of the inn     -ocence        Un-account        -ability   

     Of         a       child

   When she doesn’t act, talk or have any say to it            besides          in name

        Story telling       us

        Then contradicting by showing us          what is almost the exact opposite              (Quasi-)

       Wanting to give Ahsoka of the responsibilities,            (and dialogue) of an adult

        But the          subjective accountability            Of nothing

         Same             with              the              tone

          Creating a wholly                 Inhumane                Character

          With the loss of                  any sympathy              as consequence

            It sucks

            [Too much                 emotions]

              Me

             Like an un childlike abomination

             Children shouldn’t have initiative!

             Nothing

             Obi-wan

             Yeah- where the FECK is Obi-Wan?

   He was mentioned      at the beginning

   That’s        it

   We   haven’t     heard       (or seen)          lip        of        the        guy

    Until       now

  “ I know    you meant well snips,”

   No    she didn’t

  If she’s capable of     initiative,        She knows she’s enabling the        military      complex

  Fuck      off    with    your   subjective   accountability      movie

  You can’t make me sympathize with a     war     enabler

 (One doing it   completely     of       her    own   sentience)

You   get   in   that   corner       with     your     own (un) accountability

   And stop   focusing on this moment like there’s anything interesting     or we’re supposed to sympathize with these characters

Without adjusting the lighting     or   showing    any      sign    that you’re (assuming   acc   ounta     bility       For   dis-      play     ing      An     enabling   conversation       And     not     normalizing       a     bad   situation      (Which should not     be taken    lightly)

Bigger      Picture      .... That     You’re      Not     Aware        Of

Assuming a   sentient being is uncapable of understanding your logic

Tox 

First rule of war

 Don’t do war

  It’s unaccountable

 “Listen and obey your      superiors,”

 Yep there’s that    assumed authority

 Also she spent her whole life being    groomed for this

There’s no doubt   in my mind that she knows

That was malicious   disobedience

 (Something uncapable       of children

“But sometimes     you get carried away,”

  Yeah he’s an adult        he does it       maliciously

  You’re supposed to be a child        But you’re capable of      malacian

   But the story refuses to hold     (both you and him)         Accountable         For multiple acts of         deliberate tox

    And por     -tray this conversation,       As    between two tox individuals          Debating which one of them is more   tox, with no   stakes

     To put it shortly,        The story has   commitment issues      (And Severe   characterization issues)         That causes of the story to          be unstable              and flounder

           (As it                   deserves)

   “ understand what       you’re going through,”

       Being an enabler?

   (To this un        -childlike abomination’s        toxs?)

       No one is innocent in this      scenario, movie

  You better get it right

   ....

“ that I failed,”

Yeah you specifically    screwed that up

....

“it wasn’t your fault,”

 Hold up, hold up, hold up

 (You put that                    soft music back where it belongs  

             Movie!

              That                  was               completely                    her                   fault!

               (Enabling                       be                    damned)

                    “So                       many                         of                        my                       pilots,”

                     Put                         that                         light                        music                         away

                        Play                        something                         heavier

                         She’s                              the                             villain                               of                               the                              story

                            Now

                            This                                 is                             disturbing

                            Not                               cute

                         Anyway...

                      “that’s the reality of                             command,”

                      That’s the                    reality of being toxic

               “General              we’re approaching our staging area,”

        This is the circumstance you allow      Skywalker

      “Very Good              Captain,”

       Continue         enabling           The        military       complex          Anakin

       It’ll           pay         off        one        day      (No; it      won’t)

 “ Master     Windu,”

  Seriously        first        time      hearing      (Never      mind      Seeing)      Windu;         This      entire       time;

   “Progress,”

      Oh so       Ahsoka did fuck up the plan

       Big          Whoop

       No      surprises        there

    Mary Sue’s breaking the rules and getting no consequences is pretty on par

     “Our        progress        ,huh,”

     Hey you actually nearly had some bitterness appropriate for the   situation!

    Almost a good job         writers!

    “ we haven’t made any progress yet,”

    Yep both a group of feck ups in a           group of enablers

   Great-       situation that is

 “No, Rex,”

 Rex      is half a Narc

 Still an enabler

 But he gives some care

      (Still bad)

      (And tox.)

     (Myself)

     Movie!

Put that sad music back     where it belongs so help me

     Screw that

    Un-deserved-

   You cannot make me feel bad           for the enablers-

     You      shouldn’t           be      damn         trying!

On the   damn line,     this movie            is

   Okay

    ....

   She     made      this      hole

   Like good for her for taking some basic      self        accoun-     tability     and   getting (temporary)    away      from       his     toxicity

  That     was     almost      an   appropriate    emotion

  Okay,      Whatever

 Ahsoka’s going to do something reckless and   stupid       (Un-       Acc          oun       Table)         To         “Prove”          Herself,           Do       the      same      exact      thing,         That       got       her   reprimanded,         And be    rewarded   

  ,isn’t she?

   ....

  Jedi     Crashed

  One very small      piece

   Of one      facet

   That shouldn’t       exist

    Did

   And they had no back up   plan

 Besides the child soldier

  (That acts like nothing like a child)

  That’s something really        to brag about

  More so to shout “what the heck is that thing?!!”

   At the clearly on unchild     “child”

   Yoda,        And Plo,       Have      some   explaining       to       do

   Over where they     found such a     child

   (A lab?)

It’s always on my mind that no one   screaming    about how   fecked up it is     that a   “child” is capable of   initiative

In every scene    No one’s    screaming,    ‘You’re like       13!      How       are         you       capable          of   anything     besides     following      orders??”

    That’s        how        the       clone       facility        got         shut       down

  *gets

There’s   some things      even      they      won’t      touch          .....

   Aight        ...       This dude      bragging          ....        Okay

  What-ever          ....   Blockade

    Al right

   Remember      this is just      the blockade

   There’s a whole        slave colony        (Or       whatever)

     That we still haven’t       got to

      (Nor Obi-Wan‘s         arrival)

   How long is this     thing?

Con-gratulations

But do not   underestimate the Jedi

  ‘Except Obi-Wan     underestimate that bitch all day,       He still      won’t do      shit!

   [Hasn’t        even       shown            up!]

   Seriously...

  Commander   bring me the data on general skywalker,

   I know this is working up a ‘don’t underestimate the young,’         But babies?

   Underestimate that all day they’re still          Help-less

   (As Ahsoka       should be)

    Yeah       you shouldn’t underestimate the younger generation,        Because you shouldn’t        heck with the future          at all!

      The tragedy      of child soldiers          (And         abused         children)                 Is that there is no          instant            karma

       Only            Capable            After            The             22            Mark.

      Writing your character an un child like abomination        Isn’t clever movie

  It’s un       acc       Ount            Able  

  (And       Terrible)

   Asoka should be a worse version of     general Kenobi/          Skywalker          Due to having the         orders           But none of the          initiative            ..         Of         an adult           ....

     Aight   

    Okay

   Surprise

   No Asoka     almost systematically         Screwed up your        unaccountable   plan  Relying      completely        on          her

How this conversation should   go;

So, the plan revolving around the    child soldier     went horribly

Ob; “wouldn’t have    guessed,”

 A; Yeah, I suppose...

 [Angry bick      -ering and      Snark      -ing      comm         ences]

 While   Ahsoka     sits      by   blankly,      awaiting       an     order       [Be-cause       Child]

 [End]

  ....

What actually happens;

 Aniken lies and says they were   “out numbered”,     [didn’t even try]

   Sent out      like one teem  

   [To our     knowledge]

  Cruiser

  Wait,       what?   

  When did this     happen?      We didn’t see that!

   Everyone made it to the     safety of     hyper space

[Last I checked]

   Except        for      Ahsoka’s         team!

  And      I’m no expert on     ships

  [i’ve gotten the Separtists           And Republic ships      confused more times than I can      count]

   But Ahsoka’s team was the only ship we saw go down

   And there was definitely more than one of those...

   So like... 

  Show   don’t tell movie

  Plus   an entire squadron of     fighters

  PLUS!

   Dude I’d rather see the ship go down!

 Seriously?!

 What the heck happened     there!

 What      the      Heck!

  That’s an important detail!

 You   could’ve use that as contrast!

  Or to show that Anaken    was further along in enabling!

  - ——-

               !!! !

And your Padawan

And your     Padawan what...

 What   part of the plan are you aware of that we’re not?

(Because apparently a     cruiser went down!)

   So      clearly some nonsense happened     that we didn’t see!

   Also, wait what happened to     Comms guy?

   That is prime guilt trip       material!

    Knowing the consequences of       enabling bad behavior!         (Toxic behavior!)

    Seriously...

    What?

Ahsoka’s fine

The authority    assumer’s fine

 Yippee!

  I was so con        cerned

  About the childlike   abomination that it    doesn’t seem     able to die

   “Hard,”

   HAHAHA

    Are       you     kidding?

    She was more concerned with her failure      then the fact        That     those guys      died!

    She treated them like skill points     more than actual people!

   “ give her time,”

  Give her time to get over it and    enable more people in danger!

          - Advice with Obi-                                      Won-

   “ you will need her help-”

   Th-

    The CHILD soldier’s ?

        WTF

      Not Cool!

      Through           This

      “I know,”

       I know        child soldiers             are               the          new in!

Also, wow.     Even when   she’s not in the    scene, the universe bends to talk about her and give her   props      Sign         1; that you’re writing      a Mary   Sue

Seriously,      You      didn’t      bother         to        put        this       character        through           like a Mary Sue        checklist?

     (Or did    you use that as writing   guidelines?

      For           This          Character?

       I’m       getting        really       heated..

      I’m just going to        blank my mind for a bit

        And maybe skip past these           scenes

   [because there was just nothing with   redeemable about       These        Characters        Or        This          Plot]

Thank you Windu for not focusing on   Ahsoka..

 Postpone       The...

 Urgh

  [it’s not worth it       It’s a   badly done         “Child screws up one thing (And the entire world) and must overcome your measurable odds (completely unrealistically) to     Atone,”

   It is literally the candy bar      of plots

    The       most     unhealthy          ....     And   unappealing     (Sorry       to     candy,             It     Has   some thing        over       these        plots)

     If        I      stop        at     anything        that      makes        me      angry,       I’m     going       to       be      here       all      day,     [For       Years!]        -        Switching      into       summary       mode           ....      Meaning        that            the   commentary        won’t         be     immediate        .....

     And will be more like when there’s a         Tumblr refresh          Without           The            Brackets...

      Not even worthy of the, “Uhms,”  “Oh yeah, and “That’s great,” I usually start falling into about this point   

      .....

     [Oh my god....

         No,                      Just                No

 [Everyone is tox, Ashoka is an adult, tries to assume some accountability and leave, Anakin guilt trip her into it [she’s an adult so she didn’t have to go with it] but still, the Clones show the tiniest bit of Accountability, the Admiral showed reasonable hesitance, confirms     And enables        Ahsoka’s       Un-accoun     tability]

              And the story ends up as clichéd and [even worse] broken as I predicted, going full Mary Sue, having Ahsoka take the helm at the rip age of 13 [Acting on Quasi-22] having the basic decency not to blow my ears out with a happy theme but it’s still appears nauseatingly constant in the background, despite none of this being deserving, staying enough under the radar, near “fiercely annoying,” instead of “actively harmful”           And          Dis          gus          ting

     Like         it’s   predecessors       saving          it        from           a          strike

      But         not        from       being         a      terrible      episode

[Worthy      of     being    forgotten,]

 Ahsoka;       the       tales         of       being          a        Mary          Sue?

     Skip            It

     Which              is             a          shame       

      because               This          character            could               be                so              much              better