#ashoka loves the fishies

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

I had a dream and I had to share it with you all because it was... something else. (Aka the dream where Obi-Wan keeps the 212th)

So Obi-Wan (who was gender fluid or something because one minute it'd be cannon Obi and next it'd be Fem!Obi and sometimes neither, it was just a whole thing) basically laid claim on the 212th.

Order 66 never happened, Obi slaughtered Palps, blah blah blah. Here's the point: The senate refused to give the clones rights and recognized them as more than property. There was arguments about who could claim them as their property, namely the Long Necks saying since they made them, they own them, and other senators claiming that since they should have ownership of x number of troops for y reason or other bullshit.

Then Obi-Wan shows up and the convo basically goes like this: (I'll spare you all the legal jargon that comes from having studied parts of law)

'Since you refuse to give them rights, the 212th belongs to me.'

Whannnaaa whannaa- a bunch of legalese and subtle threats and insults, basically amounting to 'And how do you figure that?'

'Well, since the GAR was created for, and paid for by, the Jedi, and I found them, They belong to me. Finders Keepers, Loosers Weepers. Also, possession is 9/ 10ths of the law, they're mine, cry about it. Also, they've been - (meaning scars, tattoos, etc. changed since shipping out)

Cue legalese and bullshit that ends with Obi-Wan having legal possession of not just the 212th, but the whole Vode, including those just decanted on Kamino.

Cue the 212th wondering how the hell they're all going to fit into the temple, especially around Obi-Wan's rooms. Then Obi-Wan, in true dream logic, has a door in his room that opens to a whole ass hall that has tons of benches for them to use when putting on/taking off their armor, bunk beds, and a bunch of storage drawer-type things with little stickers and markers and whatnot for them to decorate/personalize to store their things, plus a welcome package including a special blanket, a stuffy, the decoration things, etc.

Mind you this is a temporary situation.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is technically 'kicked out' of the Jedi Order because he technically has a bunch of people as possessions/attachments to his 212th. In reality, they've taken Obi off active missions, as settling the Vode and figuring out what to do with their literal thousands of people is a long-term mission.

Obi-Wan ends up winning a planet in Sebbac by the skin of teeth (purposefully making it seem like he just barely won) knowing full well the person he's playing often bets the planet. Because the planet is a hellscape. No one wants to inhabit it, there are no native peoples, just flora/fauna because it's 60% water and the 40% land of it has massive storm seasons that threaten to kill anyone who settles there and has ruined attempts to settle before. But Obi knows if there's anyone who can thrive on the planet, it's the stubborn Vode and their banthashit-crazy Jedis. (Because Koon ain't leaving his Wolf Pack, no sir. Those are his kiddos.)

Also, the whole Vode is absolutely in love with Obi-Wan, who's making calf eyes at Cody half the time. Cody has gotten a Very Large Stick to beat off his vode from his general after they saved them from mass decommissioning waiting for them with the long necks. 'recycling bio mass' their shebs.

(Waxer and Boil adopt an Add. Fox gets a tooka. or five. and Rex finally gets a fucking vacation. (he likes fishing. (the 'fishies' are twice his size, will swallow a vode whole, and need to be physically fought into submission)))

(Also, also, Obi-Wan installs a council of Alpha batch, and they all simp for Obi-Wan so hard. Cody has beaten them with his Stick. Multiple Times. And tried to feed 17 to the 'fishies'.)

[hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall]

The one with the Force - part 2

Pairing: Obi Wan x F!OC Medic

Words: 3 008

Warning: Some injuries

Summary: Dex’ food brings everyone together 

A/N: Next chapter is up ;) Hope you like it. 

She was never a fan of Coruscant. There was something fishy about this place. Whether it was the underground, the bounty hunters that came here looking for a job, or politics, she didn’t know. But she did like one place though. Not the most fancy, or with the best food, but for sure the one that brought her some very nice memories.  

“I didn’t know you knew of this place”, she turned around, surprised to hear a familiar voice of a man she didn’t see for almost 2 weeks. The surprised look on her face confirmed Obi Wan, that she indeed did not know they were back. He sat opposite her in the booth, ordering two of whatever she was drinking with his hand. 

“I didn’t get any information of your return”, she murmured, making room for him at the table. He looked around the papers and raised his brow. There were some about the healing properties of whatever the hell was in the pictures, some were in a language he was sure he had seen before, but didn’t understand and there were some plans, probably made by her. “Are you alright? Are there any injured ones? I should probably go back” he gripped her arm softly and smiled at her shaking his head. 

“No need to worry, Cody got a bit injured but your team has already taken care of him. Ashoka brought him to the med bay despite his furious attempts to run”, he chuckled, remembering the scene. ”You are not needed. I heard you were out, and I was surprised to find you here.”

“And which one of the traitors told you where I was?” she asked, cleaning the table just a little bit, to make sure that nothing would be destroyed in the possibility that any of the drinks would spill. 

“Dia seems to like me a bit more than you do”, he smirked seeing as she rolled her eyes. “I did have to bribe her with one of my brightest smiles, but she broke pretty easily.” The young woman chuckled, shaking her head slowly. “I would never guess you knew of this place, never much liked it.” He thanked the waitress who brought them drinks and looked at the bar, noticing the owner. He waved at him, giving him a sign that he will greet him in a while, after he finishes whatever he was doing. 

“It was my go to place during my studies. I really like the tea they serve here”, she smiled while taking a sip of her drink. “If you are a bit more adventurous, you can ask Dex to add some alcohol there and there is no Force in the Galaxy that would make you not regret being awake the next day”, she smiled, proud of herself, when Obi Wan laughed out loud. 

She liked the sound of it. It has been about two months since their first meeting. They haven’t really spent much time together. To her surprise, the General didn’t get hurt that many times during the mission. And even if he was, the injuries weren’t serious enough for him to come see her. He did, however, bring his men up, with an apologetic smile, asking for some help. She learned he was quite chatty, when she let him, fun and sarcastic when no one was there to notice. And not to mention his laugh was so contagious that even during her worst days, she couldn’t help and at least smile back. She really did like the sound of that, very much indeed. Especially when it was accompanied with that little spark in his beautiful, blue eyes, that seemed to pull her closer and closer whenever they were together, alone. 

“I can’t imagine you being nothing but proper”, he sassed and she raised her brow as a challenge.

“You’re saying I’m boring?” his eyes widened for a second, and the little mischievous smirk coloured his lips. “I’m sure I would be able to drink you down under the table.” 

“Oh really now?” he murmured, the smirk never leaving his lips. He scooted a little closer, his arm going behind her, his head lowering to whisper in her ear. “I’d love to see you try, Doc.” Oh, how she hated when he did that! That sneaky bastard knew, he just had to know what reaction those kinds of moves bring out of her. She blushed, and was about to answer to his Kenobi-sm when a loud laugh caught her attention. 

“Kenobi! What a nice surprise”, she smiled at the owner, ignoring how the lack of the man's presence bothered her, when he pulled away from her, to greet Dex. “I did not know you knew each other.” 

“We work together”, she answered, scooting closer to Obi Wan once again, when Dex decided to join them at the booth. “Kind of”, she added after a while, trying to organize her papers. With Dex so close to them, it seemed like an easy way for them to get destroyed. 

“I’m not sure who I feel more sorry for, then”

“Hey!” they both half shouted, making the owner laugh loudly. Nara sighed and took a sip of her drink. As she was about to say anything to defend herself, a shrieking sound of her pager brought the table to her attention. 

“We need you, girl. A whole squadron is back from a mission. That doesn’t look good. We have only us here. Dia and some medics went out to help at another location. Team Beta is away until tomorrow.” Gal’s deep voice sounded distressed, which never seemed good. “I know it’s your day off…”

“I’ll be there in ten”, she interrupted him. It didn’t matter if it was her day off or not. Her team needed her. The soldiers needed her. “Get the equipment running. Divide the patience into four categories, leave the ‘A’s’ to me”, she hung up and stood up quickly. “I’m sorry Dex, Kenobi, but..”

“I’m coming with you”, the Jedi murmured, already getting ready to leave. “I’m with a spreader, it will be faster”, she only nodded, and smiling apologetically to Dex they both left. 

“Are you sure you know how to ride that thing?” She eyed the speeder with concern and sighed deeply. She hated those. She hated flying if she was being honest, but most of the time, she at least got some kind of protection. Here she was just holding to … nothing really, which if she was being honest with herself wasn’t her best idea of dying. 

“I’m not Anakin, but do give me some credit, Doc.” he winked at her and extended his hand for her to take. Hesitantly, knowing there are people who need her help, she obliged and sat behind him. “Hold onto me, scaredy cat!” Cycling her arms around his waist, she ignored the comment, indeed being scared to death, when it started. 

*** 

“20 patients all together. 19 Clones, one Jedi. The Jedi is an A+, we have one Commander as an A+++, so you decide what to do”, Gal continued talking, while preparing her for whatever was on the other side of the doors. “It's bad. We took care of 12 of the Ds, Cs and Bs. Just as you kindly asked, all of the As are yours.” The man’s eyes traveled to the Jedi as he squinted and sighed. “Things don’t look good there, General, you may have to say…”

“I liked you better, all quiet with your head in your books”, Nara interrupted him, giving him a pointed look. “I need all the patients that were taken care of to be taken to a different room. I want that room only for the As patients. How many Bacta Bombs do we have here?”

“Bacta bombs?” Kenobi asked, but was ignored by both of the medics. He heard the Hutts were acquainted with them, but whenever the Jedi Council tried to get their hands on it, it was taken as an offense by the Hutts. However, how that mysterious girl was able to get them was a mystery to him. 

“We have three left. Dia took one, Fed two more and Hammond is already working on maintaining some more”, she nodded, and ignored the look of Kenobi’s on her back. She felt it in the Force. The pain and suffering. But rushing now would only bring chaos, which was the last thing that was needed now. She needed to focus on what she had to do. And if her predictions were right, she will not enjoy the aftermath of today's actions. 

“Put two of them in the rooms for the Bs and Cs patients. I will need one just in case. Please make sure that the life supporting Equipment for Commander and Jedi…”  

“Fisto”, the man finished, and she could feel a slight change of Jedi’s Force at the back. “They were back from one of the battles. Apparently it doesn't seem good out there.” 

“Ok, so I got 8 in there. Two critical and the rest ?” 

“If we would like to take a risk, I would say the bomb should be enough.” 

“You know what I think of risks”, she murmured, tying her long hair in a high ponytail. She took a deep breath and walked into the room, disappearing from Obi Wan’s eyes. As he was about to walk in, a hand stopped him in track. 

“Not many people know what she’s really capable of. I guess she being your personal medic,  would lead to you finding out one day, but…” the man sighed and looked at the Jedi with the stern stare of a protective older brother. “Out there… She’s the boss, remember that, Jedi.” 

***

She could smell the blood in the air. She closed her eyes and searched through the patients. The situation wasn’t ideal, but she wasn't pessimistic either. She saw the Captain and the Master hooked to the machines and looked around at the other six. If she thought that through she should be able to help them all. However, one bad move, and at least two of them would be dead. Six was her best record. Six of Bs, none were ever in such bad condition. But this was War. It was different. Everyone did everything they could, so it was her time as well.  

She walked to the two of the most critical, ignoring the doors opening. She needed to focus on the patients. On the Force and the surrounding. But not the background. It was just her, the Force and the patients. She closed her eyes and extended her hands feeling the connection growing. She doesn’t believe she would ever get used to that first moment, when she does indeed connect with the Force. It’s like something is pushing her to the brightest place on the planet. There is nothing but that Light. It’s big, warm and fulfilling. Like there is nothing better than this. And yet, despite it being so Great, she knew that the longer she becomes one with it, the more she will suffer. 

Kenobi’s eyes widened when he felt it. It was like all the Force just gathered around her. It was like there was nothing around but her, like she has become one with the Force. No… it felt as if she was the Force at the moment. For bystanders it was nothing worth seeing. She did create a barrier which surrounded the two patients. But it was never really what meets the eyes and Obi Wan never felt as confused before. Especially that he has never felt her being Force Sensitive. 

He wanted to blink, swallow, but he felt like even these simple moves would have disagreed with whatever was happening now. He was rubbish at healing Force and he wasn’t afraid to admit that. He did, however, see other Jedi perform it and it was never truly anything like that. The wounds on Master Fisto were disappearing almost as if they were never there. While the nasty wound under Monnk’ rib was slowly healing. It was incredible and yet petriffing. How was it possible that someone so young, so… so normal was able to become one with the Force. She was just a girl. A young woman. A medic person that brought a forgotten smile on his mouth, whenever, she truly spoke her mind. She was intelligent and incredibly talented. He saw her deal with minor and more major injuries. She was well-equipped and knew enough to be able to deal with the situation without her team. A team of people older than her, and yet all of them respected her. No, it wasn’t just it. It was a bond much deeper than just respect. They trusted her and in her. Believed in her leadership and her knowledge. He learned pretty quickly that despite her age and kind of shy personality, she was indeed at the right position. 

A blink was enough for her to change the pace of the Force. It wasn’t as strong and bearing as it was. It was then he realized that Gal had moved and was already taking care of the Master and Monnk The oxygen masks were on, but Obi Wan felt as if they were just a precaution. They both looked much better, as if they were both just taking a nap. He looked at the girl who was focusing her attention on the other patients. The barrier has become bigger, but it wasn’t as thick as before. He did also notice how her breathing quickened. No one better than him understood that, indeed Force was something amazing, it could also become a double-welded sword, if used too much. 

He never saw anyone being able to heal as many people using just the Force. She wasn't a Jedi that was for sure. He was certain, she never even got proper training. For someone so talented, she was.. Well… clumsy in her everyday life. Something a person with even the basics of Jedi training wouldn’t be considered. She must have, however, been visited by a Jedi… And then it struck him. Master Windu. He knew her, probably more than anyone, and for whatever reason always ignored any questions related to her, almost as if despite the respect, she tormented him in some way. Kenobi wondered if she was one of the children that were refused by the parents, when the Jedi came to pick them up. It was possible, very likely, but there was also one more thing that bothered the young Master. Her incredible ability to control the Force and hide her sensitivity. Not many, even well trained Jedi, were able to do it, and yet, it looked so easy and effortless for her. 

And then it was over. The whole feeling was over. The barrier disappeared and he was able to move again. And he did, a couple of steps towards the woman, to be able to steady her, when she felt light headed. He could only imagine that she didn't feel the best now. Overusing the Force didn’t always end up well. He glanced at the patients and couldn’t help to feel the pride that the woman in his arms was his private medic. She did an amazing job and it was for that one moment he saw this small Light in the darkness, that this may be a step forward for them and the Republic to win the War. 

“How about we sit down, Doc?” He asked softly, guiding her onto the small chair in the corner. He glanced at Gal who was taking care of the last treated patients, and he noted towards him. “What you did there was truly magnificent, Nara”, she smiled softly, trying to fight the headache that was creeping close. Ha sat her down, but never moved too much, making sure that she wouldn’t fall. The way her eyes were closing on their own, didn’t give him a sign that she was about to not fall asleep sitting on that chair. 

“Drink this, Ardan, you stupid girl!” Gal huffed, giving the girl a glass of what looked like water. As Kenobi was about to respond to what seemed to be a rude thing to say, the girl started to laugh quietly, gulping with disgust, whatever was in that glass. “I should have stopped you after you healed the Jedi. I hope the headache you will feel soon will teach you something.” And before she was able to respond, he walked away, to go see other patients. He gave a last warning glance at Kenobi and left the room. 

“Not the nicest man I have ever met…” The Jedi murmured, making the girl chuckle a bit. He pulled a chair for himself and sat down next to the girl, letting her drop her heavy head on his shoulders. 

“It’s a sign he cares. He likes to be in control, and when he loses it, he becomes very honest and well… Yeah you heard it. But he’s an incredibly talented man, not to mention he’s like a brother to me, so do care how you speak of him.” There was a hint of a joke in her tone, however, Kenobi was aware that he should just listen to her. 

“You’re the boss, Nara”, he murmured and grinned seeing her little smile. He looked around the room, just now realizing that before leaving, Gal did indeed take care of everything. The room looked clean, and all the patients were asleep. The Force seemed to be more stable and controlled, but this was all thanks to the girl on his arm. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, so many things he needed to know about, but it wasn’t a priority now. The key point was, to let this incredible girl just rest. And selfishly he closed his eyes, contempt in just resting in this quiet room, with nothing other than them two, the sleeping patients and a beeping of two machines.

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[finsterhund]

I feel bad about this but despite getting to see characters I like in live-action for the first time the Ashoka series trailer really didn't do anything for me. Like yeah Thrawn and "heir to the empire" They said the thing!!! But ehhh. Don't know if it's burn out or what.

Star Wars, largely regardless of quality, being my comfort food when I'm doomer suicidal as all hell suddenly not working might be evidence of me slipping into a danger zone so that's very much 🙃

Hoping it's temporary and this weekend I'm planning to lock Scott outside of my bedroom with a big beef bone and finally read the Thrawn Trilogy after putting it off for six thousand years (sorry Fishy but holy shit does Scott hate when I try to do literally anything that he's not able to participate in.)

Was much more hyped by how this week's episode of Mando was droid centric and having reprogrammed B1s. 🥺

I love them so much aaaaaaaaa

There's one specific scene where a B1 goes back to old programming but like, they do so in the funniest way. They're like tugging handfuls of clothes out of a box and throwing them around all over the place and it's so fucking funny to me because everyone's like "battle droids are fucking everything up" and it shows this little guy in peak "I fucking hate boxes" energy just doing inconsequential naughty cat behavior.

The old dude kissing Dooku's ass I found pretty funny tbh djfjfjfjtjdjdhfjsbfjsjfjdh ok grandpa separatist warcrimes.

Also I don't fucking trust those mandalorian mercenaries (lead by the one dude) Bo Katan has history with. They're sus and racist. "Ohh Din is adopted so he's not a real mando" for fucks sake do y'all "true mandalorians" even have a viable breeding population at this point? The found family aspect of you guys was literally present in the old EU/Legends for fucks sake. Apparently according to one comic the shape of your fucking helmets was based on the skull shape of the now extinct race that were the "first Mandalorians" like some thousand fuck years ago???? So yeah he's suspicious.

People probably complained about the actor cameos(?) but I felt their characters were fine honestly. They're random extras on some random planet that's flashy and weird. Maybe retreading old ground a bit too much with another entry in "Princess Weird Hair" territory but at least it's consistent so if people were complaining about her for reasons other than Star Wars not trying something new and having another Weird Hair Princess I don't particularly see why. Only one who looked like they were "guest starring themselves" was Jack Black and he was random ex imperial human dude and his acting was fine so I don't think that's really a problem. Got the vibe that the character was forced into military at a young age despite being a silly eccentric soul and after the fall of the empire finally gets to have an adulthood being himself and he's making up for lost time. Who fucking knows. Like I said he's just a random extra who I don't even think will appear again. Star Wars having prominent actors in supporting roles that you can really notice as being those actors has been a thing since the beginning really. I never really experienced that though because of my age. Especially in the original trilogy where I had no idea what some of these actors were known for before and they're literally just type cast as their character to me at that point. I feel Alec Guinness would not like that one bit but I literally cannot see him in any other character. And Prequel Trilogy was largely the same way to me. Like Samuel L Jackson is first and foremost Mace Windu in my brain. I watched the marvel movies and was like "Mace Windu eye patch!!!" Doesn't help that I'm "actor blind" and tend not to even recognize actors a lot of the time in the first place. I only recognized Jack Black in this episode.

Wanted to see more about the Mon calamari prince and his squidhead gf. Is he the same one from the one episode of clone wars? A sibling? Wasn't there a comic where he died? I don't remember and didn't read it. I know this is the Mando show but I do want the franchise to explore specific aliens and their individual worlds/struggles more often. This might be controversial of me to say but having a little standalone movie or short series or something about some jawas goin on a little adventure, something akin to that one ewok movie I think I'd like to see. Maybe go a bit artsy 80s dark fantasy vibes with it. God this is just because I keep thinking about Jim Henson creatures again isn't it? Jawas weren't even puppets for fucks sake Andy. Yeah.

"Visions" felt like more like cool art demos and creative experiments than stories but if there were canonical little miniseries that just went off on tangents like how each episode of Visions was standalone and untethered I feel that's something the franchise could benefit from.

I suppose I could just as easily say I want brand new little scifi fantasy practical-effects-centric alien universes if I'm being honest. But I feel at this point nobody wants to do that because time and money. I'm only really getting my fix from whatever Disney allows Star Wars to do at this point. Where's the Star Wars knockoff equivalent of Kyle Edward Ball? Who's going to make the grimy 80s puppet and model starship skinamarink? Doesn't even have to be good I'll still at least try to eat that shit up lmfaooo

I do think the perpetual 7 year old in me might finally be experiencing Star Wars burnout though. Which scares me because as I said a while back, my inner child is the only part of me that has a will to live.

I've lost motivation for pretty much everything please let me still stay excited and feel creative through Star Wars aaaaaaaa 😭

Continuing to put off the season finale of Bad Batch because I have reason to believe it's sad and I don't want to be sad skdfsdlfjsd I am baby coward.

[fireflyfish]

Aunt Fishy, I'm trying to remeber, did Ashoka managed to get her saber back? If not will she find them again?

Hello my dear! How are you this lovely evening? Well, I hope!

Ahsoka did not recover the sabers she brought with her from the future. The pawn broker sold them most likely within a few hours of Ahsoka pawning them. Like so many people on Tatooine, he simply assumed she wasn’t going to win big on the Boonta, much to his fright when Ahsoka showed back up with the money to pay for the blades. 

Listen, he wasn’t a very good pawn broker and I’m sure that if Jabba were running Tatooine this wouldn’t have happened but Ahsoka got there before the Gloriously Corpulent Jabba the Hutt brought some much needed standard business practices to Tatooine and Mos Espa. 

So Ahsoka’s blades, taken from the shattered remnants of an Inquisitor’s semi-automatic-double-bladed-helicopter-of-doom-saber have vanished into the seedy underbelly of the galaxy. Or perhaps not. Perhaps a particularly discerning collector of Jedi artifacts purchased it. 

Or maybe not. 

Someone suggested that Mama Ohnaka purchased them and while I’m sure she would love to have some lightsabers to keep on her throne (Naboo Peaches, anyone?) she did not have time to run a job on Gardulla and swing by pawn broker in the hopes of finding said weapons. 

Narratively speaking, the sabers are gone and Ahsoka will have to make a trip to Illum to replace them. For the time being she and Obi-Wan are each down a saber as they have to Obi-Wan’s sabers. This might be a good thing, since they’ll have to brush up on their single-bladed technique. Ataru and Soresu practice for EVERYBODY!!!! And some Djem Sho/Shien because Ahsoka is still Anakin’s apprentice after all. XD

I hope that answered your questions and if anyone else has any questions about Tano and Kenobi or any of the other fics I am sorely behind on updating hit me up!