#babies extremely different from young padawans

[tennessoui]

like. one thing that is Essential to any Obi-Wan dynamic To Me is that Obi-Wan is Not a kid person, nor does he particularly like or understand kids much(an exception is made for Anakin’s kids however, bc they’re anakins, and anakin probably had baby fever from the age of Baby), and i feel like u are particularly good at translating that vibe? like Obi-Wan with any partner he has: no i’d prefer to be childfree/any children will be an accident, something i do to fulfill expectations meanwhile Obi-Wan with anakin: how can I get more skywalkers? kidnapping?

ooo this is fun, I think my own ideas of obi-wan with children lean more towards ambivalence and bewilderment. he’s not a natural caregiver, but he has read all the parenting books within two days of getting settled with a child. He would not seek them out and doesn’t particularly want them or knows how to translate the care he feels towards them into something they’d understand, but he’s not so bad with children that they’re afraid or discomforted around him. He’s read the books. He’s studied for this 🫡

meanwhile anakin also does not strike me as a natural caregiver either but he’s stressed about it. He hasn’t read the books because he has a confidence thing going on about being good with children but that doesn’t make him actually good with children and the gulf between expectation and reality when he’s around kids stresses him out

when it comes to skywalker’s kids, has obi-wan ever had to once ask for a Skywalker to enter his life?? I imagine his thoughts are less along the lines of “how do I get more of these little guys? should I kidnap them?” and more along the lines of “I will just stand out in the universe with my arms open palms up and a Skywalker will be deposited within 2-5 business days”

[5unrider]

jaysi as a character is just so …

the perpetual masking and suppressing that he has to do on a daily basis in order to be accepted in any capacity. the way that he, as someone who is disabled and whose disability is very clear and impossible for others to 'avoid' or 'forget about' (and subsequently he is less palatable for the vast majority of people), has to constantly put up with the disgust of strangers and peers alike, and if not disgust, then pity. he will always be treated either as a freak, or as someone (something) to be babied and coddled and taken care of, someone (something) that is fragile and will break.

like. kassan brought jaysi to the jedi order - after he had found out about his force sensitivity - as a means of keeping him safe from the horrors of balmorra, the same horrors that had already done irreparable damage to him. and it worked, for a time, and jaysi was safer, and he was determined to prove himself as a jedi, to use this power he's been given to help people and to do good … but he finds out quickly that the jedi are far less accepting of him than the people back home. on balmorra, on his home world, he wasn't considered some disfigured freak of nature, he wasn't just his disability; there were so many other people like him, people who knew and understood what living like that was like, what surviving was like, and there's never been any avoiding the sympathy or pity, but it was different from them. with the jedi … the younglings and the padawans are just children, cruel and lacking understanding, incapable of hiding their revulsion and aversion towards him - and the knights and the masters seem to grieve him while he's still alive, and there are an extreme few who would even consider taking on an apprentice as damaged and incapable as him, and he has heard, more than once, that he was only taken as a pity case, a boy with no more hope of being a jedi than one lacking in the force.

and he just … he can't be weak. he can't let it hurt him, and he can't be brought down by it, because letting the words and looks and feelings of every single person around him wound him and rot him will just prove them right. jaysi is smart, and he's clever, and he's cunning, and he's quick - the force thrums hot and wild in his veins, static-shock dancing between his fingers and around his heart; a storm barely contained, young and hungry and desperate: he knows what his strengths are, he knows how useful he can be, the good that he can do (even if no one else knows it), and he can't let himself be reduced to the jedi's charity case. so he fights, and he trains, and he pushes himself when he probably shouldn't, and he tries and tries and tries to be good.

but at the same time. it does suck. being disabled and having chronic pain and a number of other illnesses sucks. and it's awful, and some days are agonizing and terrible and he wishes he was dead, or that he was 'normal', and he's not wrong for that, but he also feels like he can't feel that way. jaysi accepts himself and his situation, knows there isn't any changing it and he can be strong and talented despite his shortcomings and what he has been through, but gods above, living is difficult and he gets so frustrated and angry and he has no idea what to do with either of those things. the fact that everyone around him is perpetually walking on eggshells around him only makes things worse - a constant reminder of what's wrong with him, that he can't do anything on his own because he'll hurt himself or he'll mess it up or something.

it's all about the agony of being physically and mentally disabled, and knowing you are different and there is something 'wrong' with you and you will never know what it's like to be 'normal', and everyone around you always reminding you of that, whether they mean to or not, and the never ending frustration of never just being seeing as a person and not as your disability / disabilities -

[starlightkenobi]

Can you do an Anakin one shot where you two have been life long friends and you both realize you’re in love with each other? Smut is totally acceptable lol! I absolutely love your writing!!

hell yeah! (watching season 6 ep 6 of tcw for those immaculate anakin vibes while writing this 🥴) and i may have gone down a “wanting to suck anakin skywalkers dick” train of thought and couldnt stop thinking about it so this happened

also anakin calls the reader baby a lot in this cause im feeling some type of way after seeing that anakin baby video,,, anakins bitches gc you know what im talking about

Just Friends // Anakin x Reader

rating: explicit

warnings: oral (giving), dom anakin, praise kink, use of the names master/kitten

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Three loud knocks on the door to your quarters startled you awake. That is, it would have startled you awake if you were able to fall asleep in the first place. It was pretty common for you to struggle with sleeping, but some nights were better than others. Tonight was not one of those nights. Although you didn’t want to admit it, you were relieved for the sudden knock at your door because you knew exactly who was behind it.

Not caring that you were only in an over sized t-shirt that stretched past mid thigh and covered your underwear, you made your way to the door as quickly as you could without stumbling in the dark. Once you opened it, you were greeted by a familiar sight, Anakin, his face red and his eyes puffy, both from crying and from sleep deprivation. Tear tracks stained his face that you could see glistening in the moonlight. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him tightly. Anakin immediately returned the display of affection, his body trembling.

“It’s okay, it’s okay now. I’m here. I’ve got you.” You pulled away, rubbing your hands up and down his sides in a comforting motion. He didn’t even need to ask to come in. This exact event had happened so many times that the second you took his hand in your own, he just followed you inside.

You and Anakin had been friends since you were both very young, just children training as padawans. You grew up together, and as the years passed, you became inseparable. You had always been very close, but as you both became adults, you began to do things that some (especially the council) would consider odd for “just friends” to be doing. One of these things was Anakin’s late night visits. He always struggled with nightmares ever since he was a little boy. As his best friend, of course you knew this. But as he got older, instead of going away, they got worse. More gruesome. So, to combat his sleeplessness and fear, he would stop by your quarters so that you could hold him and comfort him, and he would fall asleep peacefully in your bed.

Still holding his hand, you guided him to your bed through the darkness, pulling back the covers and sitting down. You slid over, leaving a spot for him to curl up next to you. He eagerly took the opportunity, sliding into bed and into your open arms. You were safe, shelter from the storm that was his constant nightmares. Even in his own bed, he never felt at home, not until he was in yours. 

Anakin knew what this meant, he wasn’t stupid. But he was also in denial. He was trying to deny it, at least. However, tonight was different. Anakin had a dream about losing you tonight. He was used to having these types of dreams, where you would die and he would stand by helpless. But tonight, it was him who killed you. He was especially shaken up about this one, and immediately rushed to your aid.

Now, here he was, nuzzling into your neck and holding you against him. More like crushing you, afraid that if he didn’t, you would disappear and leave him. You would be lying if you said that Anakin wasn’t your only safe place too, so it was actually comforting feeling him crush you in his arms. You moved one of your hands free, tangling it in his hair and massaging his scalp gently. Anakin had a thing for you playing with his hair, it always managed to soothe him. Occasionally it would cause a very specific problem, one that Anakin would have to take care of himself in the morning. You pretended not to notice for his sake, but you noticed every time. It didn’t necessarily bother you, in fact, it caused a very specific problem of your own. But you were also in a similar state of wanting to deny any “more than just friends” feelings that you had.

Tonight though, Anakin was tired of denying. He was feeling extremely bold. So, brought his head back from the crook of your neck, now face to face with you. You gave him a puzzled look. Usually in these scenarios, he would just pass out in your arms and sleep like a baby after some “friendly” cuddling. 

It was now his turn to lace his fingers through your hair, combing through the strands gently. Even in the dark room, only dimly lit by the moon from outside your window, your eyes shown. He moved his other hand that had been gripping your waist to your cheek, brushing the soft skin with his thumb. “You’re so beautiful...” He murmured, almost in awe. As if he had known it all this time, but this was the first time that he was truly admitting it to himself.

“Anakin...” You didn’t know what else to say. You waited for him to do something, to make a move while he brought his face closer to yours. Tentatively, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your mouth hung agape, completely at a loss for words. You felt like you had been waiting for this for an eternity, but now that it was happening, you were stunned. He pulled away, leaving the ball in your court. He was waiting for you to give him some sort of sign that it was okay for him to continue. You knew that he was waiting for your permission, but you didn’t know what to say. You wanted everything from him, his lips, his hands, his cock, you just didn’t know how to form the right words to ask him for it. Panicking, you blurted out the only thing that you knew for certain, the only thing that felt right. “I love you!” It was true, you did love him more than anything in the galaxy, and finally being able to admit it to both him and yourself was a feeling of relief unparalleled. He understood what you meant, immediately knew what you wanted. He always knew. 

His lips crashed against yours, his hand gripping your hair and pulling you towards him with such ferocity that you were left breathless. He growled against your mouth before pulling away to kiss his way down your neck. “I love you. I love you. So much.” He kissed the words into your skin, and you couldn’t help but moan as he decided to leave deep purple marks on your neck. You could have scolded him, pushed him off so that he wouldn’t leave obvious marks that everyone would be able to notice, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to mark you up. You wanted to belong to him.

He moved you like a ragdoll, rolling you over so that you were on your back and he could tower above you. His hands traveled up and down your sides, your shirt riding up and exposing your bare thighs to him. “Is this alright, love?” He knew that this was what you wanted, but he needed to ask your permission before he took this any further.

Enthusiastically, you nodded. “More than alright.” Your voice was breathy and eager.

Anakin hummed a response deep in his throat that made you shiver. “That’s my good girl.”

You knew thay you were in for it now. You had seen this dominant persona in Anakin before, whether he was placing his hand on the small of your back in a public setting or rushing in to “save you” from a group of droids, even though you totally had it covered. In general, Anakin Skywalker was just a very protective and dominant person. This however, was on another level, a level that you were pleasantly surprised and extremely turned on by.

Anakin grabbed the hem of your shirt, letting you lean forward so that he could tug it off of you. “My good girl.” His tone was so deep and dominant that it sent chills through your body. Anakin noticed, chuckling. “Awww, baby...I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already trembling for me.” A smirk tugged at his lips and he ran his hands over your now bare chest. He reached your breasts, pinching each nipple between his fingers. You mewled, your sensitive nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

It was here that you realized how overdressed Anakin was. Impatient, you reached towards him, making a grabby hands motion until you could stretch far enough to claw at his clothes. “Alright, baby. I know.” His hands left your body, making you whine. “Be patient, baby.” Slowly, to make sure that he was teasing you, he undressed himself. Every time you reached out to touch him, he smacked your hand away and told you to wait.

“Anakin...” You groaned, staring at his bulge with wide eyes. You could have sworn you were drooling.

“You want it that bad, huh baby?” He traced his fingers over the outline of his bulge, letting out a shaky breath at the feeling of finally getting some friction.

“Please Ani...” You moaned as you spoke, dreaming about being able to hold his cock, to make him feel good, to feel him inside of you.

Anakin chuckled, slowly pulling down his boxers and letting his erection spring free. If you weren’t drooling before, you sure as hell were now. All of a sudden, the thought of having him burried in your cunt left your mind. You wanted him in your mouth. You wanted to feel the weight of him on your tongue. You wanted to make him feel good after everything he’d already been through tonight.

Anakin noticed you staring, but he didn’t mind. He thought it was adorable. “Darling, you’re gonna have to tell me what you want.” Anakin’s erection bobbed as he moved to crawl back on top of you.

You cleared your throat, desperate but still anxious to tell him what you wanted. Trying to speak, you opened your mouth but no words came out, leading to you just staring at his cock with your mouth agape. Anakin lips formed a soft smile, the kind he gave whenever he wanted to reassure you that everything would turn out alright, and that he was here for you. Anakin’s smiles always seemed to have that affect on you, whether it was intended or not. “It’s alright, baby. You know that I’ll give you whatever you need.” His hand moved over to your face, brushing the hair out of your eyes gently.

Finally, feeling reassured and a little more confident, you stuttered out a response. “I w-want...to make you feel good. I want your cock in my mouth. Let me taste you Ani, please.”

Anakin smirked, surprised at first by your filthy mouth, but still definitely very pleased. “Of course, baby.” Anakin cooed, rolling you both over so that you were now straddling him. Slowly, you slid you way down his body, your hands tracing over his toned chest until they rested on his thighs. Your tongue darted over your lips, already almost moaning at the thought of having his cock resting on your tongue.

Tentatively, you took his cock in your hand, realizing how huge he was in comparison. Your thumb swiped over the head, gathering the precum onto your finger and bringing your hand back down to the base. Anakin immediately groaned at the contact, his fists tangling in the sheets impatiently. Now you realized how much power you had over this situation. Smirking, you ran your tongue up his entire length, never breaking eye contact with him.

“Don’t tease me, baby girl. I don’t think you’ll like the consequences.” Anakin growled, warning you. You giggled at the prospect of that, fantasizing what he might to do you. Now, you were feeling bold. Ready to test the boundaries a little bit.

“Is that a promise, master?” You giggled, eager to see how far you could push him.

Anakin’s hand immediately reached down to tangle in your hair forcefully. “Keep it up kitten, and I’ll be sure to fuck that smart mouth of yours.” Fuck, you felt your pussy clench and you moaned at his words. “You like that, huh baby? You like being my little kitten?” Anakin’s voice was low in his throat and so damn dominant that you couldn’t help but whine. He chuckled, nodding at the confirmation to his own theory. “You do...you love being master’s little kitten.” He paused, giving your hair a sharp tug. “But if you want to be master’s good kitten, you’re going to have to suck me off, alright baby?”

You nodded, giving a little “Mhm!” in affirmation. Already, you were wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. Anakin moaned immediately at the feeling of your warm mouth.

“That’s it...good girl, just like that.” He kept his hand in your hair, helping you ease down onto his length until you couldn’t take anymore, your hands wrapping around the rest. “Good kitten. That’s perfect, you’re doing so good for me.” Anakin groaned as you eased yourself up and down his length. You gagged a little when he hit the back of your throat, but you quickly got used to his size.

Anakin guided you through it, his hands stroking your hair and giving you praise along the way. “Perfect...suck a little, kitten. Just like that, ugh yes, that’s it.” He was quickly losing control, thrusting his hips up so that you could take him deeper. The moans that were filling the room were heavenly, you couldn’t imagine anything hotter if you tried. You were dripping now, most likely soaking through your underwear. You moaned around his length, sending vibrations that caused him to release an almost feral growl.

Anakin was almost fucking your throat at this point, and you dug your nails into his thighs to ground yourself. “Ugh, fuck! Look at me, kitten.” Your eyes, previously closed, snapped up to his. A single tear slid down your cheek, most likely due to you surpressing the urge to gag around him. “You’re gorgeous, kitten. Such a beautiful baby. How did I get so lucky...fuck.” His eyes shone a deep blue that flickered in the moonlight, and his mouth hung agape while he groaned in pleasure and praised you. “Keep going darling, I...” He trailed off, but he didn’t even need to finish his sentence, you knew what he was going to say.

Shakily, Anakin pulled you off of his length by your hair, using his free hand to stroke himself. He was babbling a string of praises while your mouth hung open, waiting for his release to land on your tongue. “So perfect baby, you’re so perfect, I love you so much...fuck!” Strands of hot cum landed on your tongue and around your mouth, and you moaned as a pang of arousal shot through you. As his cum filled your mouth, you realized just how badly you were craving to be touched.

You closed your mouth, savoring the taste of something so entirely him. Swallowing, your eyes trailed over his heaving chest to meet his. Anakin moaned, feeling another tinky spike of post orgasm pleasure as he saw you swallowing his seed. His hand stroked through your hair gently, comforting you. “That was perfect, kitten. You’re so good to me.” You smiled, basking in the praise, but wiggled your hips impatiently as you were now craving some kind of release.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Come up here, baby. It’s your turn.”

[darthbecky726]

Bad Batch 1x01 spoilers

I've never done something like this before, but I figured I'd start. Reactions to the first episode of The Bad Batch. (This ended up being a lot longer than I intended, but whatever)

Spoilers under the cut

Red logo burning away starts strong

Yay narrator dude!!

Feels like clones wars

Animated rots scenes!!

And what grevious did after the rots beginning

HOLY SHIT DEPA!!!!!

And caleb right???

And we're in

Omg who voiced young caleb bc it sounds a lot like fpj but aged down and he def doesn't sound like the 14 I know he was when this happened

I like how we started out on familiar characters but not ahsoka or anyone from tcw. We started w young kanan and his master and we know what happened to them and all but if anyone watching hasn't seen rebels they wouldn't be lost as to who caleb and depa are, they'd just assume they're random jedi in o66

Good ol droid screaming as it falls off a cliff

Wow. Them.

I love crosshair

And wrecker

And tech

And echo

And hunter

B1's are so dumb

Lmao the salt from hunter

I feel like depas forehead pearls are a bit unrealistically large but I have no cultural standpoint to really know so...

Caleb's voice is too deep in the same way that jack frost from rotg's voice doesn't match his character model

Ah wrecker not really knowing what she means and echo, the one who has been trained to deal w people and hung out w ani and obi is just like 'thanks general'

Obes kenobes mention

Why is echo so pale

Depa and caleb feel a little too pale too tbh I wonder if it's the lighting or the whitewashing

Wow caleb is a lot like ezra, I can see why kanan wanted to train him lol

Is this what separates caleb and depa, leading to her telling him to run??? Do I need to read dume???

Oh no

Noooooooooo

Bb didn't get the order!

Oh caleb nooooo! Nooooooo they didn't receive that order, they can help you!!!

And he's gone

Oh I need an au where caleb stayed with bb and they helped him after depa died

Hunter sounds so much like rex it's weird like ik they're supposed to sound the same but it feels like wrecker is replacing rex or something. Even tho ik rex's story is over for the time being

Crosshair, no! Don't shoot at him! He's baby

Oh no did crosshair get o66???? It didn't seem to trigger anything in any of the rest of them, but is crosshair close enough to 'reg' for it to have triggered???

😭😭good soldiers follow orders

"sure thing, boss" "hey hunter got a sitch"

Crosshair acting sus

Oh I love watching padawans fight, they're so good!!

I hope that hit to the tree did a lil cognitive recalibration for crosshair, he was acting crazy

Caleb looks so scared!! He just watched his master get gunned down by his friends and now strange clones are trying to kill him/confusing him

Oh caleb

Oh no crosshair don't try to kill him!! Hunters trying to help!

Also hunter doesn't sound as much like rex w the helmet off, but it's weird bc most of the clones are distinguishable by voice even w helmets on. I guess it's the 'im in charge' voice

Star wars if caleb had gone w the bb

Oh hunter u sly dog lying to crosshair so he doesn't go after him. U gotta figure out why crosshair responded to o66 and no one else in ur unit did

Oh crosshair knows he's been lied to

I will always love coming-out-of-hyperspace shots

Ooh kamino, always nice this time of year

Echo is done w wrecker

Why hasn't crosshair taken his helmet off yet, lil bit sus

They better get his chip out on kamino, I don't wanna deal w this

Oof hunter 

Oh who’s that, giving me cloud city vibes

Extreme cloud city vibes wow

Never realized how many clones are just on kamino

Coruscant guard?!?! FOX?!?!

The vibes here, omg

‘The war is over’ wow

Oh no who was that

A female jedi, doesn’t appear to be shaak, couldn’t see any montrals but never know, we don’t officially know how or where she died

Ok wow none of the bb has their helmets on except for crosshair, who got the order. The regs around kamino all have their helmets on. That scene in victory and death when ahsoka took rex’s helmet off- 

And crosshair, he’s actins strange too

Oh tech, do u guys get bullied by regs a lot??

I love their barracks

Lol he finally took his helmet off only to stick a toothpick in his mouth, can he get anymore cliched?

Wrecker is seeming a lot more infantilized than he was in the s7 eps...

Yeah crosshair’s being sus

Ooh, he shifted his toothpick

Lmao ‘what programming’

Well documented my ass

Tech’s speech patterns are so stiff and robotic, it’s like he has to remind himself to talk in basic instead of binary or some shit

Tech throwing shade at crosshair

I can’t quite tell if we’re supposed to like crosshair at this point

Lmao we been knew

Oop ‘more machine than man’ the vader parallels are serving folks

Understatement.

Ugh sheev

Crusty ass bitch

Straight from rots wow

Who is the mystery child and why does he look mandalorian

Ooh he gone

Oh no, the beninning of the empire

Cheering?? Why?!?

That imperial march fade in tho

Thank you echo

Oh shit mystery child is female

Omega, I would not have guessed the pronunciation of your name by reading it wow

She def seems mandalorian

Ugh kaminoans

Oh the kaminoan pronounced it as it usually is, huh.

Omega’s character model def seems more masculine than female, I now headcanon her as trans

Ugh tarkin, I hate that crusty bitch

Empire politics ugh

I love how much shade is being thrown at tarkin and his stormtrooper proposal lmao

Why do all these clones have the standard haircut?? ik them boys like their variety, even if these boys are still under o66′s programming

Wrecker you’re being extremely loud

They’re all being loud in the mess, why

They remember, kid

Lol child

Oh my sweet summer children

The dad instinct was clearly passed genetically from jango lol all these clones got it

Why are background characters so mean? What about it, shiny? Why is ur hair regulation, reg??

The Sad Batchn omg the slander

Lol the food fight I’ve read about in the fics, its finally happening!

Is she.... australian??

The over-animation of character movements in this is reminding me of the looser style of rebels, as opposed to the more clunky style of tcw

Lmao he’s still got food on him

Food fight!!

‘Not again’???!!! Echo!! Wdym not again?! Food fights have happened before?!?? Wait. W bb or w torrent, bc I can see torrent having food fights on the resolute-

Crosshair’s just eating his food until someone messes

I like how echo still has his kamas

Oh no echo!!

Oh echo’s trauma, he doesn’t trust medical droids! Where’s kix when u need him, huh?

Lol, comically long name for a robot trope is alive and well, huh

Lmao the droid lowers his voice like ik this is a perceived bad thing, but I will not tolerate this slander, boys u need to get off kamino

‘The shock’ lmao whyyy

Lmao tech!!

Oh, echo recognized tarkin from the citadel!

‘When you blew up’ lmao

Oh they make me sad

Aaaaah fox!

Man the domino squad nostalgia

Those droids look cool

This is a neat scene, I like seeing them in action

Wrecker reminding me of hevy, but he’s got the training and success to back it up

Live fire???? No!!

Ugh I hate tarkin

Oh no wtecker

Did he just get shot!???! 

Oh no crosshair, be careful!

Tarkin’s trying to kill them!!!

Lol wrecker I love you

Echo using his mech hand as a weapon, truly an arc

Now I wanna see what happened on felucia

I like how tech’s just sitting on the droid’s shoulders

And hunter just had a knife

These boys, I love them

Oh no tech bby

Hot damn that was cool

Wrecher things so too lmao

Tarkin’s like “why didn’t that work??’

Oh new baby clones

No tf they could not, they would never serve the empire and those bitches

I love that they have a window apartment lol

Ugh tarkin u shifty

They all stand at attention, only after glaring at tarkin

Oh no onderon

I hate tarkin, he’s a bitch

How quickly could bitch lord and darth sad have replaced the armory on kamino??

Crosshair still acting sus

Neither does echo, kid

No.

I like omega.

Crosshair, with the sassy hand on the hip-

What does that even mean?? Or elude to??

Lmao tech messing w wrecker, they rlly r bros

Its prob the vegetation

Oh, I missed onderon, but not this much

Lol the put-upon sigh

Its clearly saw and his rebels

Saw! Looking sharp, what’s w the hair....

That’s a very geometric beard, saw

They didn’t kill any jedi!

That’s not what happened, tech

‘The clones’ bitch that was rex and ahsoka, check urself

Aw, I’ve always like the design of imperial probe droids

Thank you, echo

It seems like crosshair’s o66 programming and his mutation are warring w his morals

Lmao the shade

I knew she was an enhanced clone!

Oh, so she is (at least on paper) trans! She’s a clone of jango, and yet she’s female! That must be her modification, but it makes me wonder why

Lol *flicks toothpick*

Aw, they have a picture of themselves! Recent-ish, too, its got echo!

Oh no, AZI!

The difference between them arriving earlier and now, the lack of escort...

Creepy how they had to open the hanger door themselves

Oh no! Everyone!

The coruscant guard, I wish they had gotten better

Tarkin u dramatic bitch

‘The brig’ this ain’t some tallship

Lol echo that shade

Their blacks are different from the ones seen in the past

Crosshair, stop being a bitch

Oh, I don’t like that phrase!! And the fact that crosshair screamed it in echo’s face makes me uneasy. Did rex fill echo in on why fives died?? I hope so...

Crosshair, ur chip hurting??

This child, I like her.

No! Don’t hit hunter!

No crosshair!!!!

I dislike this immensly

So they do still have inhibitor chips!

Tarkin you monster

Oh poor crosshair

ihatethisihatethisihatethis

Lol tech I love you

Wrecker you sweet pea

Lol that’s adorable

I love how they form a “wall” its so suspicious 

He was about to say that, omega

Aaww, echo protective boi

Wrecker shut up tf

That was cool

Sneaky bois

This reminds me of rex and ahsoka sneaking around in v&d

Echo runs so stupid

Oh no they winter soldier’d him!

If he says who the hell is crosshar, I will lose my shit

Yes, he has. They took it from him.

The toothpick

I wonder how they’re gonna get crosshair back to normal

Not good that they nabbed the sniper

Oh, crosshair shot him in the same place he got hit during training!

Ooh, a kaminoan on their side!

I hope omega doesn’t die

Poor trigger etiquette, crosshair

Wonder if omega has any speciality training

They’re just gonna leave him there!?!?!?!?!

Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!

Omega reminds me of young boba 

Oh, so its in her dna

Go back for crosshair!!

Holy fucking shit that was amazing! I didn’t expect it to be that long, but I’m not complaining! This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I don’t feel like cutting anything out, so sorry for the long post but at least I put it under a cut.

[coruscantguard]

Head canons about nim? (Which, your tags are filling me with Fear)

Oh, Nim. Nim, Nim, Nim. I am DELIGHTED you asked about Nim.

(regarding this ask game-- send me a character and i’ll write you four headcanons)

Warning for canonical child death with all of this one, because, uh, it’s Nim.

Headcanon A: realistic

Nim Pianna and Kit Fisto were friends!

I like to place Kit on the holy fuck you are an absolute BABY why are you offering to adopt a traumatized padawan side of the scale when he becomes Bant’s master, so I usually make the age difference between them be about 7/8 years. So Bant is 13ish when Tahl dies, and Kit is 20/21ish, and that means that he was about 14/15 in 48BBY, which is when Nim died. 

One of the most impactful memories Kit has from his padawan days is Nim’s death. That’s what, I think, really was a “before” and “after” moment for him, and I think that also played a huge role in him, a) becoming one of the best lightsaber duelists in the Order, b) deciding to take on Bant at such a young age, and c) wanting to become a Jedi Consular, a role which very rarely had lightsaber combat. Anyway, Nim was the troublemaker in their little duo, but they both acted really sweet, so they were rarely connected to any of their crimes. They definitely grew up as crechelings together, and they ended up becoming friends because they were both incredibly quiet, and thus gravitated towards each other. Also, Nim was a shit swimmer, and Kit never failed to tease her about it. She got revenge by taking advantage of his vertigo whenever he got out of the pool to trip him.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Nim was the bane of Count Dooku’s fucking existence, and the thing is, Dooku didn’t even mind it that much. Rael Averross took on a promising padawan. Rael also took on a padawan who didn’t care that he was an unconventional Jedi Knight, who was a little shit underneath the shyness. Nim was a lot like Ahsoka, because I like those Anakin-Ahsoka Rael-Nim parallels, and Nim was a lot like Obi-Wan, because I really like those two possible Grandmaster-Grandpadawan dynamics. Her main difference from them was honestly the lack of anger/recklessness/boldness. I headcanon that Nim was excruciatingly shy, and preferred to cause her mischief on the sly. So Nim messed with Dooku on the regular, and she did it so well that he tended to be more impressed then annoyed, which definitely annoyed him further. Rael was so proud.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

There’s a little tidbit in Master and Apprentice that breaks my heart every time, and that tidbit is Nim’s look of terror and abandonment when Rael killed her. I think that the reason it was so painful for the other Jedi to be around Rael after that, the reason he was sent to Pijal so quickly was that the trauma of her death created a bad wound in the Force around Rael. They had a really strong Master-Padawan bond, and Rael probably felt her terror and abandonment as she died. I also think that because of their bond, she knew he was going to kill her before he did. Also, well... Rael was Nim’s Master, and Dooku was Rael’s Master. Dooku, master duelist, Dooku, equal to Mace Windu, Dooku, only surpassed by Yoda.

Rael was trained by one of the best. But when Nim was hit with a slicer dart and attacked him, Rael couldn’t disarm her. Couldn’t subdue her. The protege of one of the best goddamn duelers in the Order, and he had to kill his own Padawan in a lightsaber duel. And then for Qui-Gon Jinn to die in a lightsaber duel all those years later?

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

It’s implied in Master and Apprentice that Obi-Wan doesn’t really know about Nim’s death until he looked into it on his own. I call bullshit. Obi-Wan was nine when she died. Nine. He was, at most, five years younger than her. Even though he probably didn’t know her personally, he almost definitely knew someone who did. And the Jedi are a small group, okay? This is the equivalent of headline news for them. When there’s a killing in a town that at it’s peak had 10,000 people, it’s a pretty big deal. Plus, a lightsaber duel is extremely rare anyway, (at least in 48BBY,) and the Jedi are, at this point, still peacekeepers. It’s abnormal for missions to get that violent. That fact alone would have made the Temple rumor mill. So, it would be impossible to keep an event like Nim’s death from the younglings at the Temple. It doesn’t matter how much the adults would want to-- it could have never happened. People talk, and children are very good listeners, especially when the speaker doesn’t want them to be listening. If they didn’t explain what had happened to the younglings, the rumors would have spiraled completely out of control. Therefore, I think Nim’s death defined a whole generation of Jedi. It’s a canonical horror story-- her body was taken over by a slicer dart, which is notoriously faulty technology, it shouldn’t have happened. Her mind was still her own, she was forced to attack her Master, and he killed her, and that shouldn’t of happened. She was 14, only a year into her training, and she was killed by the person who was supposed to protect her, the person she trusted implicitly. That is what Obi-Wan grew up knowing, what Quinlan grew up knowing, what Luminara and Depa and all the other younglings and padawans at the time of her death had lurking in the back of their minds as they grew up. ...Yeah. Also, Force ghost Nim! Force ghost Nim! Force ghost Nim!

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ACE @lotsoffandomimagines!!! I am so so sorry I’m so late with this, but I hope you like it!! You’re such a kind, funny, talented, hardworking awesome peep and I hope the rest of the year gets better and showers you in happiness!! it’s currently midnight so I’m extremely sorry if the quality of this is. mediocre asdfghjkl. and sorry I went a bit off with it, idk why but I was really inspired XD

“You... you can move things without touching them. You’re like him.”

“Yes.”

“Can you tell me what it is?”

The Mandalorian was never one for excessive words. Ironic when you considered that the few words he spoke impacted you and your life more than an essay could have, but then again, maybe that’s why they had: he used them carefully, precisely, each one a choice, laying your own choice out before you.

Like it was even a choice and your heart wasn’t held firmly by two tiny, absurdly cute wrinkled green hands.

That’s what you told yourself, and it was partly true. You had known exactly what the Child was the moment you saw him, felt it in the form of a tug on your heart. Just like you. A new generation of Jedi the Dark Side could never stamp out. You hadn’t known what to do, your uncertainty only doubling when you saw who - what - the child’s guardian was. The way he stooped to pick the little one up, tucking him protectively into his arms, you knew he would be wary, and you were already too exhausted to win a fight.

But win one, you did, when the Imperial scouts found them. You had been watching from a distance when the jumpspeeders tore over the dune. You had already seen that white armour bloodied in the sand that day, your own clothes streaked in the same crimson, but the tired ache in your body didn’t stop you from leaping from your vantage point.

The fight was mercifully short. One veered to smash into you with their speeder, and you had no time to do anything but stop it cold. Hand outstretched, fingers curling, adrenaline thrumming in your veins as you crushed the speeder into a sparking pulp with the Force. The trooper flew from the seat from the momentum, and you caught him with the tip of your saber before he even hit the ground.

You heard blaster fire and a bolt almost grazed you, flashing past you to burn itself into another trooper’s chest. The third was taken care of with another blast, the fourth barely putting up a defense to your saber, and the desert air slid into silence once more.

“Thank you.” The words were quiet, civil. You could hear the questions behind it, and you cursed silently. Maybe you shouldn’t have given yourself away so early. Despite Luke Skywalker’s efforts, the Jedi were still little more than a legend. Who knew how a member of a proud, practical warrior race would react to fairy tales? But then... the young one he guarded was like you...

The questions you had now were a lot different to those you had back then. The first days you spent together were tense. The first night in proximity you two barely slept, wondering if the politeness was merely a charade. You told him about the Force, the Jedi, the Dark side, the lightsabers. Everything you could think of. He stayed silent - not doubtful, but thoughtful - except to ask more questions.

The youngling descended down the lowered ramp while the Mandalorian was asking about kyber crystals, his words dying half-spoken when his charge started its way toward you. The Mandalorian tensed, but when the child reached you, you merely extended your hand. The child looked up to you with his big eyes, ears twitching, and grabbed your hand in both of his.

You spent the rest of the conversation with the Child on your lap, his protector relaxing little by little as the minutes ticked by.

Now, it was almost hard to remember Mando being so suspicious of you. You had melded into their clan so effortlessly it was like you had always been a part of their lives. Maybe you weren’t a Mandalorian, or a foundling, but you were something absolutely irreplaceable. You could coax actual conversation out of Mando, convince the Child into waiting in safety instead of wandering into the dangerous wide world whenever you two had to leave the ship. You could sense malice like a creeping poison, and protected your new family as fiercely as Mando did.

So you followed them, planet after planet, system after system. A strange kind of adventure, new chapters of your life together turning each day. A forest concealing a swamp so deep you could barely find dry ground, deserted desert planets that blurred together in your mind, a planet made up almost entirely of ocean, places of ice, and fire, barren rock and the lushest jungles. Your dreams were tangled with all of them, colours fixing together. Some days it felt that your two companions were the only dependable, solid things left.

And now, the city, alone, to find parts too specific and high quality for a village to supply. Both a Mandalorian and your small green baby would have drawn too much attention here, under the multicoloured lights and mirrored glass, but with your lightsaber hidden and your hood raised you were the picture of inconspicuousness. Especially since you had cut off your Padawan braid. You clenched your teeth and tried not to think about that. It was the first time you had been alone in a long time.

Alone. It really sank in while you lay in bed that night. You hadn’t realized how much you needed your... family to feel safe. Through the window, you watched the neon life continue. Somewhere beyond it, the Razor Crest waited. Far enough away to be hidden, but close enough to rush to you if you needed it.

You debated using your com to call Mando for just a second, then sighed. No, let him sleep. Peaceful nights felt rare, sometimes.

This night didn’t feel very peaceful to you. Without the Child’s snuffling breaths and Mando’s more even ones, without the settling creaks of the ship and the soft rustling of wind over sand or through leaves, you felt edgy. Whenever you couldn’t sleep back on the ship, you could go to the Child’s cradle and gently pick him up without waking him. You could sit in the cockpit with him in your lap, absentmindedly stroking his ears and staring out at the stars. Occasionally Mando would join you, without a word spoken. You always wanted to ask him whether you had woken him, or if he had nightmares too. Did he feel alone when night fell, like you did? Smothered by the silence and the weight of the stars above him?

You never asked, and after you saw him without his helmet, you tried not to even think about those questions.

You hadn’t seen his face, only his back with his shoulders locked with warning. You cursed yourself even as you struggled to tear your eyes off his hair, your brain unconsciously memorizing every strand in the sunslight. You should have made more noise, should have learned to shrug off a bit of your trained stealth, shouldn’t have forgotten the extra blanket for the Child inside.

“I-”

“Get out.” The words were harsh, but the tone was much softer. Not an order, or a reprimand. All the emotion you had begun to see in him had leeched away.

You thought you had lost that emotion, terrified hours after when he treated you with the same coolness. Until you put your hand on his arm, pulling him to a halt as he left to find a town.

“I didn’t see your face, Din. I swear.”

Din. You wondered if he regretted telling you that. You had been so happy to have earned that level of truth from him, keeping that name safe in your heart. You had never used it until then.

He looked back at you, with that blank visor that spoke more to you each day. And then he nodded, and the tension between you melted in the middle of the swirling blizzard.

The absence of him hurt, just like that coldness had hurt you then. Being stuffed together for such long periods of time in that ship had rubbed your nerves raw at first, but now you couldn’t think of anywhere you wanted to be more. It wasn’t the danger here that worried you, you knew you could take care of yourself, but Mando’s presence made you feel secure in a different way, one you couldn’t describe even to yourself.

And the Child. You sighed again, curling your arms around yourself the way you would hold him. He was your foundling just as much as he was Mando’s. Some nights he would keep climbing out of the cradle until you relented and let him cuddle up with you. He would bring all the frog species he caught to you before he ate them, something he didn’t even do for Mando, wanting your approval and occasionally trying to get you to eat one, too. The amount you could train him with the Force was limited, of course, but your lessons always warmed you heart, seeing him trying to copy you exactly, beaming whenever you praised him. Mando would watch those lessons too. You could feel his eyes studying your every move, every pebble rising to hover in the air above your hands. It was the same way he watched you continue with your own training. Your work with your lightsaber was mesmerizing to him, just as much as the boulders you could hurtle through the air shocked him.

And then, those quiet nights in the cockpit, the wordless sense of understanding and care that warmed you to your soul...

You smiled to yourself as you turned over and finally fell asleep. Alone… but not for long.

[sobiwanfan]

Second Chances

‘What’s that noise?’ whispered Saché, her fingers twiddling over the holster of her royal pistol. Sabé, Ellé, Moteé and she had been serving in the Alderaanian court since Senator Padmé Amidala’s death as Princess Leia Organa’s personal body guards. ‘Hush,’ Sabé said, waving her silent, her own pistol in her hand. It just after the second hour of the morning, pitch dark clouds overhanging the mountains surrounding the capital. There were rumours that the year-old princess’s life was at stake ever since Viceroy Organa made another offensive motion against Emperor in the senate. Footsteps plodded in the hallway and then two blaster shots fired. Saché fell without a sound. ‘Captain, he’s here,’ Sabé called into her comms. There was no time to mourn her fellow handmaiden, for the princess’s life was threatened. Swiftly, Sabé entered the princess’s chamber, just as another shot hit the door. The invader was coming and within a matter of seconds, the door was broken down. She was prepared for the bounty hunter, but her shots bounced off his armour. The bounty hunter fired at her, but she ducked and rolled, hitting his leg between the plates of armour. He cried out just as she tripped him. He fell forwards and fired up his jet pack. Sabé fired another round of shots, causing his jetpack to overheat. He stripped off the pack before it exploded, sending it hurtling across the room and blasting a hole in the wall on the far side. He fired at her again, hitting her straight in the torso. Clutching her middle, she fell to the ground. Assuming she was dead, the bounty hunter moved back to grab the child. Sabé laid there for a moment, but would not give up. She would not fail Padmé. Sabé struggled to her feet and took hold of a heavy metal tray. With all of the strength she possessed, Sabé tottered towards the bounty hunter and swung straight for his head. The blow was so hard, it knocked his helmet clean off and he toppled to the floor. Tears from the pain clouded her vision, but Sabé wouldn’t be satisfied until he was dead or the royal guards arrested him. She stood over the fallen body, aiming her pistol, but before she could fire, the bounty hunter got to his knees and with a great force, took a swing at her. Sabé was sent flying backwards and before she hit the floor, she heard a sharp crack in the arm she had used to prevent her head from slamming into the wall. The wind knocked out of her, she collapsed with a cry of pain. Now the blaster wound to her abdomen ached so fiercely she was slowly losing consciousnesses. The bounty hunter rose to his feet and made for the young princess once more. Sabé fired at him continuously, barely able to focus on her target, but she refused to pass out until she knew she had successfully prevented the bounty hunter from abducting Padmé’s daughter. 

It had been over a year since his arrival on Tatooine, delivering Senator Padmé Amidala’s firstborn into the hands of his aunt and uncle. Still overcome with penitence and grief over the loss of his former padawan, Obi-Wan had learnt to commune with the spirit of his former master, though he didn’t feel he was progressing as he should. The irony that Qui-Gon said he needed to be patient, that guilt and grief would ebb away in time, only caused it to sting all the more. He had so often rebuked Anakin for his lack of patience. But this evening, Obi-Wan’s dreams were disrupted by haunting images of Padmé’s other child being kidnapped. This vision was superseded by a ripping ache in his abdomen as if it had been torn apart from within. In less than a minute, Obi-Wan was up and making sure Qui-Gon’s spirit would be able to watch over Luke once again in his absence. It was not long before his ship was coming out of hyperspace in the Alderaan system. His security codes and the fact he was flying a Jedi Starfighter lent him little wait before being allowed to land in the city centre. Much like his former apprentice, Obi-Wan jumped out of the ship and was flying past the guards, sensing his way towards the quarters of the baby princess. He hoped it would be under control and that this flight had been needless on his part, but he was compelled by the Force to come here. Shots were being fired from within the princess’s chamber, so he was forced to ignore the fallen handmaiden outside the door. He stepped through the destroyed entrance, lightsaber at the ready. Obi-Wan charged at the bounty hunter and took his life. Padmé’s daughter cooed in her sleep, seemingly unaffected by the tussle. It was then he noticed another handmaiden, sprawled on the ground, pistol in hand. With her royal robe and hood shadowing her face, he didn’t recognise her, but as he stooped over her form to see if she was still alive, he knew her to be Sabé. Sabé felt someone checking her pulse and blinked her eyes open. It had to be a dream. She hadn’t seen him in ages. ‘Obi-Wan…’ she mumbled. ‘Protect…Princess…’ ‘Save your energy,’ Obi-Wan instructed, examining her torso where blood was seeping through her gown. His hand hovered over the wound, straining to close it with the Force. He had never been particularly talented with healing though he could nudge someone’s mind to persuade them with the Force without blinking an eye. He closed his eyes in order to focus. He didn’t know how long he remained in a healing trance though he could vaguely hear voices buzzing in the background. The blaster wounds were too deep, he felt, though it only compelled him to concentrate harder. He would not give up. Peace. Calm. He repeated the mantra in his head, straining to clear his thoughts as he strove to heal her wounds, but his mind kept wandering. His trance gave way to dream visions. He saw a house, larger than his current hut on Tatooine. There were flowers in the garden and some sort of device hanging from one of the larger tree branches. He approached it, testing it for...durability. He heard a young boy squealing as he ran past him. ‘Come back here, Laic!’ came the voice of a young girl. ‘I'm gonna get you!’ Laic looked up at Obi-Wan, ‘Don't tell, Ami!’ he ordered, before dashing behind the tree. The frustrated young girl, hands on hips and her cheeks red from exertion, demanded when she arrived, ‘Where did he go!’ The girl was probably no more than a few years older than Laic. ‘Oh, I don't know. Haven't seen him,’ Obi-Wan replied. The girl closed her eyes. ‘Nuh-uh! You know but you're not telling me!’ ‘No fair! Trying to read my mind!’ cried Obi-Wan. This child was Force sensitive, extremely so. And that's when it dawned on him. These were images of his children. Ami knew exactly where Laic was all along, but was playing along with her little brother. She wandered by the tree, just close enough, but looked in the opposite direction. ‘Where could he be... Oh well, I guess I'll just have to eat all of the chocolate cakes by myself...’ ‘Here I am!’ Laic revealed himself in a grand gesture. The two of them laughed and Ami went over to Obi-Wan. She placed her small hand in his, her large, dark eyes open, loving and trusting as she looked up at him. Obi-Wan broke his trance, finding himself extremely overheated and sweating. He felt a tremendous connection to the children as if they were…his own. If this was a vision of a possible future, sweet and innocent as it was, on the other end of the spectrum was extremely frightening. How could this be if he didn't give up everything he had been raised to believe, everything he had worked so hard to achieve? Surely it wasn't real. After Sabé was taken to the medical centre, the queen’s guards informed him that the queen wished to speak with him. They escorted him to her chambers. Obi-Wan entered to see Queen Breha Organa seated on a platform surrounded by her bodyguards and holding the princess in her arms. He bowed to her. ‘We are indebted to you, Master Kenobi,’ she said, thanking him regally. ‘Security has been tightened. We hope to never experience such an invasion as this ever again.’ ‘As do I,’ he replied. He calmly waited for her dismissal, figuring he was no longer needed. ‘Before you leave, Master Kenobi, I have one final request.’ She handed the baby to one of her handmaidens, rising to her feet to approach Obi-Wan as an equal. ‘Handmaiden Maberrie is to be relocated to Delaya and hard as this news is to bear, I request the galaxy’s best Negotiator to inform her of our decision.’ ‘Relocated? You mean to discharge her?’ Despite his usual tranquil demeanour, Obi-Wan was on the border of outrage on behalf of Sabé. He had always known this woman to be fiercely loyal to her mistress. Now she was being ripped away from what gave her life meaning. ‘Surely her injuries will heal soon enough for her to resume her duties here,’ he said. ...with Padmé’s child. ‘We couldn’t ask that of her. She’s suffered so much already and we feel it is in everyone’s best interest, especially Leia’s, for Sabé to be relieved of her duties.’ How could she? thought Obi-Wan, but he reminded himself that this was the queen and he wouldn’t be able to persuade her differently. He decided to try a different tactic. ‘And the other handmaidens—those from Senator Amidala’s entourage—what will happen to them?’ Though this certainly wasn’t any of the Master Jedi’s concern, Breha answered his question regally. ‘They have been reassigned elsewhere, away from the palace.’ Obi-Wan bowed and turned to leave. But then, with a flash of inspiration or lunacy, he spun around, saying, ‘Sabé Maberrie has served Senator Amidala under the harshest of circumstances as her decoy and handmaiden since her days as Queen of Naboo and now you’re taking away her life! To serve—’ Though he had forgone his Jedi calm, he would not betray the memory of Padmé and his former padawan. Breha sent her staff away with a swift, but not harsh, order before answering the Jedi whose passionate words were not to be ignored. ‘You must understand, Master Kenobi, that we must disassociate ourselves with anything having to do with Senator Amidala.’ Obi-Wan chided himself for his outburst. Of course the queen was acting consciously to protect Leia. He had no place questioning her like this when it had nothing to do with galaxy-wide matters. ‘I understand,’ he said, regaining his composure. Breha thought on the loss of Master Kenobi’s apprentice. No doubt his death had affected the Jedi profoundly, whether they acknowledged such emotions or not. Before dismissing him, she added, ‘You are to give her this once she’s recovered,’ handing him a recording and a pouch containing a good sum of credits. ‘It should be more than enough to compensate her for her years of devoted service.’ ‘Thank you, Your Excellency,’ he replied, bowing. The temporary accommodation on Delaya wasn’t nearly as luxurious as Sabé’s quarters in the palace on Alderaan, but it was a very nice piece of land. Sabé was transported there once the medical droids finished her bacta regiment and were satisfied with her healing. Due to the various pain medications, Sabé was in and out of consciousness for a few days. Once the last of the medication left her system, she was finally able to notice her surroundings were not in fact the medical wing of the palace. Sabé’s arm ached when she attempted to move it within the tight bandaging. With a bit of resistance to her healing torso, she urged herself to a sitting position and then swung her feet over the side of the bed. Where am I? She found her familiar handmaiden robe. The bandages around her torso creased uncomfortably as she drew it around her shoulders before heading out of the small room, finding herself on a balcony. It was either early evening or early morning by the position of the sun. She wasn’t alone. ‘My lady, you should be resting.’ Obi-Wan stood facing away from her, able to sense her movements without looking at her. He was watching the sun rising. The taste of bacta fresh on her lips, Sabé turned carefully to the familiar low voice. ‘Is the princess safe?’ These were the first words out of her mouth and Obi-Wan was burdened with the task of informing her that the princess’s life was no longer her concern. ‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘Thanks to you.’ ‘And the bounty hunter?’ ‘He will no longer harm anyone,’ he replied sombrely. She recalled vague memories of the Jedi’s face hazily stooping over her fallen form. He was speaking to her, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Padmé’s daughter was safe and though Sabé thought she was facing death, she was glad at the thought she would die in service to her former mistress. Now, however, she had a second chance at life thanks to Obi-Wan, for she knew now he had saved her. Unable to express her gratitude verbally for fear she would speak out of form, inappropriately, she approached him, her hand touching a cloaked arm, half-embracing him from the side. He turned to face her. ‘My lady—’ His tone of voice was laced with remorse and she recognised this, releasing his arm and taking a step back. ‘I was instructed to bring you here to Delaya and here you are to remain.’ Sabé was confused. ‘What? I do not understand. Are they bringing the princess here for her safety?’ ‘No, they asked me to tell you that they are no longer in need of your services. The queen asked me to give you this.’ He withdrew the recorded message and the credits, handing it to her undamaged arm. He knew this matter shouldn’t wait any longer than necessary to give the woman time to express her sadness and move on. He was not prepared for the effect, as he was not the best judge of female reactions. ‘I’m sorry.’ Feeling as though she had failed, Sabé silently took the pouch from him and went back indoors to watch the holovid. Despite her passive demeanour, Obi-Wan could feel the waves of emotions radiating from her, the confusion, anger, disappointment, and ultimately sadness. He hadn’t watched the recording, but he had a good idea about what they would say. It would be a brief message relating their thanks for everything she had done in their service, perhaps a hint without saying directly why they wanted the rest of Padmé’s former handmaidens away from the palace, and a mention of her payment. After a few minutes, he peered inside to see the outward façade of calm disappear. The holovid projector was off and the former handmaiden’s body was wracked with sobs. He felt the urge to go over to her and take her into his arms, allowing her to cry into his chest, but instead he stood there watching her a moment longer before turning away. Things like this happened, especially during such dark times as these. Whether she knew someone was watching her or not, Sabé let her guard down and cried freely. She thought sarcastically that Master Kenobi ought to have let her die, for death was better than this. Banished. Though they hadn’t used that specific word, it’s basically what they meant. The Organas didn’t want her anywhere near the princess. I would have resisted the urge to tell her about her mother! I just wanted to serve her as faithfully as I did her mother. That is all. To watch the girl grow up…to protect her…to love her… Now she felt she had no purpose. What was she supposed to do here on Delaya? She didn’t know anyone or where anything was… The generous severance pay could in no way compensate her loss of duty, purpose, and belonging. She didn’t want to leave what little she had left of her former mistress and best friend. She didn’t want to leave the comfort and safety of Alderaan and it’s new no weapons tolerance law. When Master Kenobi brought something for her to eat, Sabé had dried her eyes and firmed her resolve. ‘I wish to go back to Naboo.’ ‘Naboo is under the control of the Empire, my lady.’ ‘I cannot stay here. I don’t belong here. People will speak of the royal family I am no longer able to serve and protect. I will see the princess from afar, but not be able to—’ Despite her attempt to remain in control of her emotions, she choked back tears. She took a breath, finally meeting his eyes when he moved to sit next to her where she sat on a settee. ‘I feel like I’m failing her,’ she said. Obi-Wan knew she meant Padmé, figuring to say her name would bring her further pain. ‘I do not know what to do.’ she said, her voice despondent. ‘I am lost.’ Lost. The word haunted him, causing him to recall his exchange with Anakin at his fall. He conceded to her request of returning to Naboo. ‘Before I return to my own exile on Tatooine, I will take you wherever you wish, my lady, but should any spies report I’ve been spotted—’ ‘I understand,’ she replied solemnly. Exile...because of Former Supreme Chancellor now Emperor Palpatine’s order to kill all of the remaining Jedi… He shouldn’t have to be alone. ‘You should eat something,’ he suggested, standing to leave. ‘You’ll feel better.’ It wasn’t much, but it was all that he could offer her. ‘Master Kenobi…’ He turned back, waiting. ‘Why Tatooine?’ ‘Leia’s twin brother,’ he replied, drawing his cloak a bit tighter as he left the chamber. He knew he could trust Sabé with the information only Senator Organa, Yoda, and himself were privy to. With her writing hand broken, she had a bit of difficulty picking up a fork. Though she was still overwrought with emotions, once she took a bite, she realised how hungry she actually was. Tatooine, she thought. Leia’s twin…Padmé had twins… A boy and a girl… If I am not able to protect Leia, then perhaps I can look after her brother. The thought heartened her and she resolved to ask Master Kenobi about this. Only a few days later, Sabé’s arm and torso were fully healed. She spent a good while merely watching Master Kenobi in his meditation. She didn’t even notice how long she watched him, yearning for that peace he seemed to so effortlessly attain. She wondered what it would be like to be able to feel the Force, to be able to reach tranquillity. ‘Step aside, Jedi.’ Clutching his lightsaber defiantly, Obi-Wan stood his ground. ‘This is a peaceful village. We don't want any trouble.’ The rain continued falling at a steady pace. The Dark Jedi reached out towards him, saying, ‘I call upon the power of the Sith!’ he cried, lightning shooting outwards. Obi-Wan blocked the attack. Flashes of light darted out, the fog inhibiting his sight. Other cloaked figures were on either side of him. Obi-Wan took out his two unarmed accomplices with ease. The Dark Jedi’s distractions, using the Force to toss logs and boulders at his opponent, failed to make a difference as Obi-Wan agilely deflected them. Their lightsabers met, blue on red. The energy of the Dark Jedi’s manipulation of the Force invaded Obi-Wan's thoughts, trying to convince him it was futile, that he would lose…that all would be lost. Delving into the Jedi's mind, the Sith Lord saw his late padawan, Anakin Skywalker, now Darth Vader. He saw the disappointment, the fear, and used it to his advantage. Dark Force lightning flashed through the fog. Then the red blade shot forward aimed for Obi-Wan's throat, but with his superior lightsaber skills, he dodged to the left, slicing at the Sith Lord's hand. ‘Don't make me kill you.’ ‘Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!’ ‘If you are not with me, then you are my enemy.’ ‘Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must.’ When the Jedi missed, the Dark Jedi cackled, ‘Surely you can do better!’ Obi-Wan swerved around, avoiding another attack and came at him again. The Sith Lord parried and thrust before releasing another wave of Dark Force lightning. Obi-Wan's blade blocked the lightning as the Dark Jedi lashed out with several critical strikes. With each blocked attack, the Dark Jedi mocked him. ‘It’s a wonder Vader let you live this long.’ He brought forth waves of the most recent painful memories. ‘You were the chosen one! It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them. You were to bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!’ ‘I hate you!’ ‘You were my brother, Anakin.’ Obi-Wan fought against the memories, struggling to remain in the here and now as his blade once again met with the Sith Lord’s. ‘I HATE YOU!’ The Dark Jedi rapidly came at Obi-Wan with a hard chop, but the Jedi parried and spun, cutting at the Sith Lord with the backslash. The Dark Lord blocked the strike, but Obi-Wan took his spilt second of uncertainty to slice the Sith Lord in half. ‘I HATE YOU!’ Anakin's voice echoed in his head as he fell to his knees. His lightsaber turned off automatically as it dropped next to him, abandoned. He couldn't help the tears coming to his eyes as he knelt there, head bowed over the mangled body of the Sith Lord in the mud. ‘I've failed. I’ve failed you...’ He saw Anakin crawling with his mechanised arm, clawing at the rocks on Mustafar, hate brimming in his eyes. Spitting, snarling, cursing him... Obi-Wan broke his trance to find Sabé staring at him. Sabé averted her eyes self-consciously. ‘How is your arm feeling?’ he asked, rising to his feet and moving towards her. It was much easier to focus on the here and now with her by his side. Always thinking about other people, she mused before saying, ‘It is much better today. Do you think that perhaps—’ she paused, her eyes cast downwards for a moment before she allowed them to creep up his Jedi tunic. ‘Perhaps I could have the supportive bandages removed from my arm?’ She sought his eyes nervously. The innocent query brought him back from the thoughts of Anakin. He looked at her for a moment, thankful for her presence and the peace of mind she brought to him. ‘Yes, your bandages... Let's have a look and see then, shall we?’ He walked over and dropped next to her on the settee. ‘Does this hurt?’ he asked after removing the bandages and testing the newly exposed flesh. ‘Are you able to move it?’ When he turned to look at her, he noticed just how close she was sitting to him and the room suddenly felt like it was much warmer. Overjoyed that she now had a functional arm, she squeezed his hand to illustrate how well her arm had healed. ‘There is no pain. It is as if it never received any damage.’ Her elation enveloped him, folding warmly around him like a quilt. He watched her moving her arm, grasping his to prove its strength, so unbelievably soft and sth under his calloused hands. Now he knew it was time for him to leave. During his intense meditation session, he had seen a possible vision of her future here. She would be an educator and marry a good man, but there would be no children. She would wait for the parades to catch a glimpse of Leia, but each time they met each other’s glance, Leia would turn away since this woman meant nothing to her, leaving Sabé heartbroken. But this, Obi-Wan reminded himself, was only one possible future and the decisions she made would alter that course of events. He stood to leave. ‘I want to go with you,’ she exclaimed, also rising to her feet, ‘to Tatooine.’ You want to go with me? What does that mean? ‘Certainly life here would be more like that on Naboo,’ Obi-Wan replied, trying not to reveal his surprise. ‘You have been to Tatooine before and you’ve seen what a sandstorm is like…but if you wish it, I will take you there.’ ‘I do not mean to impose,’ Sabé added, bowing her head again, willing herself to take control of her life for once. Though it had only been a few days, she had mulled over her choices and resolved to do this. ‘I do not mean only to accompany you to the planet, but to also—’ He waited patiently for her to continue, unsure as to where her train of thought was going. She took a deep breath before continuing. ‘I would be your perfect cover, Master Kenobi.’ ‘What do you mean?’ He folded his arms in his cloak, looking at her curiously. ‘Who would suspect you for the former Republic General and Jedi Master if you were to change your name and live as a poor moisture farmer with your loyal wife?’ ‘Wife?’ Obi-Wan couldn’t believe the words he was hearing from this steadfast, reserved former handmaiden, but this talk of Tatooine and the two of them reminded him strongly of the few days they’d spent there together when she was acting as decoy queen. ‘That is of course, if you’ll have me. I can cook and clean…run errands for you so you won’t be seen…’ She wandered over to the small knapsack of belongings which had been packed for her when she was unconscious and withdrew the royal Alderaanian embroidered pouch. ‘I have plenty of credits…’ She poured some credits into her hand and outstretched it towards him. ‘No,’ Obi-Wan said automatically. ‘You are meant for a better, more comfortable life here on Delaya.’ He approached and closed her hand which held out the credits. ‘I cannot take this opportunity away from you and—’ ‘And the Jedi aren’t allowed any attachments, I know,’ she replied, disappointment seeping into her voice. ‘But this would merely be a cover, a way to protect you, a way to protect her son.’ Nothing else mattered and she would not be deterred. Obi-Wan recognised the defiance in her as well as the passion in her voice when she spoke of Padmé’s other child. ‘I cannot hold you to live as a lie.’ ‘I have done so before,’ she said, satirically adding with a hint of teasing, ‘have you forgotten?’ ‘You would live a life far away from any greenery such as this,’ he remarked, gesturing to a nearby potted flower. ‘I know.’ He repeated what she already knew, shaking his head. ‘The Jedi Council expressly forbids attachment of any sort.’ He knew then that he was already in love with her. He had been for quite some time and this new arrangement she presented would be so incredibly tempting. Was it truly the will of the Force that brought Sabé to him? Or was it merely a test? Had she been sent to tempt him, to steer him off his Jedi path? Was she a test of his devotion to the Jedi? No... I trust and respect her as old friend… This debate was taxing on his already weighted mind, but he couldn't allow himself to say anything further. What if she were taken from me? I'd let her go, if she wanted. I want what is best for her, whatever makes her happy, even if that means she's not with me, but she doesn't feel the same way, so what harm could come of this? She stood on tiptoe, leaning slightly to peer behind him as she said, ‘I do not see a Jedi Council anywhere, do you?’ Sabé flashed him a mischievous grin that was all-too-familiar, though he couldn’t at the moment place the memory. ‘They have fallen or in hiding,’ Obi-Wan replied simply. ‘Let me join you. You need not do this alone.’ ‘Why are you offering this to me, my lady?’ ‘Please, let me do this. It’s not only to give my life meaning or that I’m indebted to you for saving my life—’ ‘But for Luke.’ ‘Yes, especially for him…and also a bit selfishly for myself.’ ‘How so?’ She touched his cheek, using his forename for this first time aloud. ‘Obi-Wan, I love you. I’ve always loved you and I don’t need the formal attachment. I don’t need a material, tangible symbol or ceremony to commit my life to yours because I already am yours, body and soul. In my life of service to—to her, I’ve only experienced stolen moments of hasty kisses and fumbling around with the wrong men, but there has always been a part of me longing for that Jedi learner who had the audacity to command me as the decoy queen not to send any reply to Naboo. I know there’s little hope, especially now, that you might…’ she broke off, knowing all of this was not only sudden, but extremely inappropriate. ‘Besides, someone has got to be around to make sure you don’t lose your sanity in your seclusion…’ she added to make light of her weighty speech. She hoped he wouldn’t rebuke her for being improper. Had she been five years younger, she wouldn’t have had the courage to blatantly state such things, breaking out of her reserved handmaiden mode, but she needed now to take charge of this life. With everything else spinning out of control, she wanted something to hold on to, a constant. She wanted him to be her constant more than anything in the galaxy. He exhaled and lowered his head for a moment to ponder her offer. Finally, after seemed like ages, he spoke. ‘Should you ever find yourself unhappy, no matter what happens, you will always be free to leave. I will not be your cage.’ Bursting with relief and joy, Sabé threw her arms around him and kissed the side of his mouth swiftly. Feeling awkward and at the same time perceiving her happiness, Obi-Wan stood frozen for a moment and by the time he made an effort to hug her back, she had already separated herself from him. She is not a temptation, he assured himself. I can serve her as any proper Jedi would and not neglect my duties. When the Jedi starfighter landed on the outskirts, he took Sabé’s knapsack for her and led the way to the small hut which had been his humble abode since leaving Polis Massa. Obi-Wan figured she wouldn’t last long away from the estate on Delaya since that was closer to the life she was used to. Here, amongst the sand dunes, it would be a harsh life and he didn’t think she was prepared for it. They left the hidden ship and walked for quite a long time. If it wasn’t for her recent injuries, Sabé wouldn’t have thought the walk was long at all, but as it was, she became short of breath and fell behind. She refused to let him know she was tired and focused her mind on other things to distract herself. His hair is the colour of these rolling hills of sand, she mused. Obi-Wan’s own thoughts were preoccupied thinking about what on earth the spirit of his former master would think of this new arrangement. Then he recalled how often Qui-Gon picked up random pathetic lifeforms who would tag along with them for a period of time. Finally they reached what would now be their home and he looked back to see Sabé was lagging quite a bit behind him. Her long, dark hair had loosened from her intricate plait and now whipped about freely. Perhaps it was the position of the suns or the increasing wind catching up her handmaiden’s cloak, but she looked like an otherworldly figure approaching him. She was beautiful. It wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed before, but Obi-Wan always caught himself from following such a train of thought to conclusion as it might lead to dangerous things such as attachment. Then he reminded himself of the words she had spoken before they left Delaya. She had said she loved him. He couldn’t make that sort of statement though in his heart he knew it had always been true. He never thought there was the slightest chance she would feel the same way. There is no longer a Jedi Council… Upon entering the hut, Sabé was surprised how much larger it seemed than it appeared on the outside. There was plenty of room to move around, but she definitely saw things she could improve on, that is of course if he would allow her to. She shook her head. No, we will be partners in this. We will work together. Though he will never make a commitment to me… ‘So what am I to call you here?’ she asked, catching him off guard. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well in public, I most certainly can’t refer to you as “Master Kenobi” or “General Kenobi” since people would recognise the name and you are in hiding, if I am not mistaken.’ When he merely stared back at her with a confused expression, she continued. ‘You did not consider changing your name?’ Her mouth dropped open. ‘For a former Council member and war hero, I am utterly shocked you wouldn’t have thought to— Well, I’ll just have to think of something… Hmm… You don’t have a middle name, do you?’ ‘Just Obi-Wan,’ he replied, hanging her cloak next to his on a peg near the door. She sat down on the couch and undid her hair, starting to re-braid it. ‘Are there common names on Tatooine? Do you think Sabé is too Nabooan? Perhaps I should change it as well,’ she rapidly thought aloud. ‘I-I had not thought much about changing my name before,’ Obi-Wan admitted. He liked her name, Sabé, and didn’t want her to change it. ‘We have to change our names, at least for making acquaintances.’ She was doing this for his safety. He thought of a few different names, but she rejected all of them as too Corusanti. ‘I don’t know…Ben?’ ‘Ben,’ she mused. ‘Ben Kenobi. I like it.’ He grinned at her, pleased he had found a name she liked. ‘And for you, my lady…’ Teasingly, she put her hands on her hips saying, ‘First of all, you are going to have to stop referring to me as “my lady”.’ ‘Yes, my—Sabé,’ he said, correcting himself. Then the thought hit him. ‘ Siena?’ Sabé wrinkled her nose. ‘I shall take that as a “no”.’ ‘You had better!’ she partially joked. ‘Sena? Sophie?’ ‘Sefa?’ ‘Sefa works for me,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘Sefa Kenobi,’ he pondered, not even entertaining the possibility. Sabé took a step towards him, taking his hand. ‘Ben and Sefa Kenobi.’ She looked up into his light blue eyes, adding, ‘I like it. I think it fits.’ She wanted to throw her arms around him, thanking him for allowing her to come here with him, but she resisted the urge. She didn’t want him to kick her out for coming on too strong. After all, it was only for show, this feigned marriage. A month passed and the two of them became used to each other’s presence. Sabé insisted she could make all the trips to the nearest city alone, but he was just as adamant about going with her that he would not be persuaded otherwise. So, the two of them went everywhere together and became familiar with each other’s idiosyncrasies. There was only one incident in which a smuggler thought he recognised Obi-Wan, but Sabé, Sefa, took care of it. Laughing, she said, ‘Do you hear that, Ben? This fellow thinks you look like a Jedi! I wonder what it would be like to feel the Force on me…and those Jedi reflexes ought to be handy in bed…’ Knowing it would make Obi-Wan uncomfortable, but not wanting him to ruin the cover, she planted a kiss on his lips before he could react. The smuggler was convinced he had been mistaken and averted his gaze, wandering away from the couple. After a moment, Sabé pulled away, satisfied that the smuggler had given up and disappeared. Since they were still in public, she continued to play the wifely role, though her cheeks were coloured in embarrassment. Anyone else would assume it was from the heat of midday. Qui-Gon had yet to make an appearance, but Obi-Wan hadn’t thought about the training as his mind was elsewhere. Obi-Wan’s life slowed down considerably compared to the last few years of the tumultuous galactic war. It made him feel older, but with Sabé here, it almost felt like the vague distant memories he had as a young boy before the Jedi took him away to live on Coruscant. He recalled his parents though he couldn't see their faces. They had been farmers. He could have grown up to be a farmer in another life had he not had such a high midichlorian count. If such a fate could be reclaimable, Force-willing, why shouldn't he reclaim it? There was no Jedi Council here. There wasn't a Jedi Council anymore period. She kissed me… He could still taste the hint of mint leaf on his lips. That evening, she set about fixing some recipe he had never heard of. When he questioned her about it, she explained, ‘It is for the Winter Solstice.’ ‘Winter?’ ‘When the lakes of Naboo are frozen and snow falls continuously…the days are shorter and the nights longer. We have great celebrations. The queen holds banquets inviting all the nobles to the palace.’ Sabé continued rolling out the dough and forming it into some sort of ribbon-like shape as she recalled the last formal solstice festival she participated in. ‘Rich blues and purples in dress and decoration…and there is skating and sledding on the hills. It is my favourite time of year.’ It was then Obi-Wan noticed tears in her eyes. ‘What is skating and sledding?’ Having spent most of his life on Coruscant, he wasn’t familiar with such things. ‘Skating is the best,’ she said, smiling. ‘It is like floating on air. We wear special shoes that allow us to glide on the lake.’ She turned away from the dough to face him. ‘On water? Isn’t that dangerous?’ ‘Not since the water is frozen.’ She closed her eyes, picturing the exact spot where she and a few other handmaidens skated while the others attended to Padmé. Padmé had never been a tyrant and had always allowed her handmaidens time to enjoy themselves. This was something he could work with! Obi-Wan reached out with the Force and levitated her just a few centimetres from the floor of the kitchen so that if she were to point her toes, she would touch the ground. ‘Like this?’ She opened her eyes when she felt herself being lifted from the middle and gasped. Sabé moved her feet like she was skating and he moved her slightly with each shift of her feet. ‘Yes, it is almost like this, but this is much sther.’ Her face illustrated her excitement. She closed her eyes again and she could almost feel the biting chill of a winter breeze. She opened her eyes, seeing that he had his eyes closed and wondered, ‘How do you do that?’ ‘Do what?’ ‘Lift me without even seeing me.’ ‘It’s not about seeing an object, but about feeling it,’ he replied, levitating her a bit higher. This information intrigued her. ‘What do I feel like?’ The query about what she "felt" like made him falter, but only slightly. Her voice had this breathy quality to it, so carefree and compelling at the same time. What does she “feel” like? It was certainly hard to put into words, especially as he was concentrating on not dropping her. ‘You feel like—you—’ It was Sabé. To explain what Sabé is... ‘...like warmth, compassion, love…’ And then he nearly lost his concentration, but he wouldn't drop her. He fluidly returned her to the ground and opened his eyes, briefly glancing at her, and then bowing his head. He is such a contradiction, she thought. He didn’t have to do this for her, any of this. This Jedi, peacekeeper, warrior… He was fierce when he needed to be yet so kind and compassionate. He was a perfect balance in every way. ‘I do not understand,’ she said, figuring it was because her lack of Force ability. ‘There is something else I can do that might help,’ he offered. ‘What I felt when I was levitating you— I can send that to you. It might make things clearer...’ Obi-Wan closed his eyes and concentrated, reverting his thoughts to how he had felt her: the warmth, compassion, and most of all, love. Without meaning to do so, he recalled visions of her in the evening… How on more than a few occasions he had be up late into the night for some reason or another and Sabé, who appeared to be in a habit of waking halfway through her sleep cycle, would pad through the living area in her newly purchased pale, lavender nightgown, her long hair cascading down her back. These were the feelings he had an easier time of keeping in check during the day. ‘Can you feel that?’ he asked, the sensations pulsating around him as he tossed it about her in undulating waves. She was the unattainable rose, protected by the thorns of the Jedi Code, preventing him from ever possessing her fully. ‘That's how you feel to me and that's the reason I—’ he broke off, swallowing hard. He waited for her reaction, studying her expression warily. A mix of emotions poured over her, as if she were a plant and Master Kenobi was pouring liquefied feelings over her. It was not what she had expected. She assumed that she would recognize the feelings because it would be a carbon copy of what she felt inside her own body. She was almost expecting to feel nothing that it would mimic what it felt like to breathe, or the sensation of her body weight being supported by her legs, but it was far from that. Sabé closed her eyes, her brow deeply furrowed as she tried to comprehend what he sent her. She received images of herself as well as feelings in pure energy form. She focused on the images first, marvelling at how wonderfully eerie it was to view herself in three-dimensional form from outside eyes. There were so many. She could barely push one to the side of her mind when another would take its place. Finally pushing all the images of herself aside, she focused on the feelings sent. Not knowing how else to process the information, her mind attached her own memories to the feelings so that she had a basis of association. She remembered rewarding, joyful events with her fellow handmaidens, the times when they had assisted the sick, spent time playing with children, or distributed food to the hungry. She was about to utter what she was seeing, to have the Master Jedi help her decipher it, but the memory association switched again and now she was watching the young padawan within the queen's ship on Tatooine. Startled, her eyes flew open and she gazed at Obi-Wan as she considered it all. ‘That was not what I had expected,’ she said calmly. ‘I thought it would be a physical sensation, like what it feels to pick up an object. I saw myself.’ The confusion crease in her brow threatened to become a permanent wrinkle. ‘You saw yourself?’ This was certainly not what he had expected. Obi-Wan figured she had only perceived the feelings he sent her, but it was so much more. It was odd since she obviously didn't have a high midichlorian count nor was she trained in the Jedi arts. What could this mean? She saw me through her eyes as well? This is peculiar indeed. ‘I thought it would be like that too,’ he admitted, thinking on what she was saying. He didn't even consider the fact that she didn't know how he felt about her because he was too focused on the amazement that she saw something. ‘I saw memories of my fellow handmaidens during times of public service...and I saw you.’ She tilted her head. ‘It is very confusing.’ ‘You saw me?’ That was also an interesting development. ‘When I was a padawan learner?’ ‘Yes,’ she commented, a mischievous smile sliding over her lips as she remembered. ‘It was on the Royal Starship…the last time I was on Tatooine.’ She self-consciously returned her gaze to the dough. Suddenly, Obi-Wan recalled that self-same mischievous smile. Startled by an unfamiliar sound on the Nubian vessel, Obi-Wan awoke to find his lightsaber missing. His lightsaber was missing. Padawan Kenobi jumped up, panicking as he searched all over the room. ‘Where is it? How could I have misplaced it? ‘Are you looking for this?’ the young Queen of Naboo asked upon approach. Obi-Wan whipped around, noticing the glinting lightsaber in her hand. ‘Y-yes, Your Majesty...’ ‘You should learn to keep better care of your things,’ said Sabé, who was standing in as Queen. ‘I was told this is a Jedi's most precious possession.’ She flashed him a mischievous grin and he didn't understand what it meant. She was belittling him, wasn't she? Obi-Wan blushed furiously. Embarrassed, his brow furrowed as he received his lightsaber from her silky, painted hand. ‘Yes, Your Majesty,’ he muttered. Their eyes met, briefly, and she turned to leave. ‘I do recall a time when I'd misplaced my lightsaber,’ he said, chuckling at the memory. He only now realised she hadn't been scolding him at all; she had been teasing him. ‘Oh... I had forgotten all about that.’ Despite her best efforts to stifle it, she began giggling like a teenager. ‘Obi-Wan,’ she said, turning towards him and reached for his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. ‘You must forgive me. It was a cruel trick.’ She started laughing in earnest, unable to hold it back any longer. ‘Oh, your face! I can still see your adorable, embarrassed face.’ ‘You stole it!’ he gasped upon realisation. ‘An impossible task!’ Obi-Wan was surprised she had been able to do so and wondered how she accomplished it. Her light-hearted laughter caused his own face to brighten from amazement to outright cheerfulness. ‘I certainly didn't expect a young queen to lecture me on Jedi matters.’ Her mischievous grin rekindled the very same feelings which he now understood to be attraction. Oh how foolish I had been. Grinning broadly, she gasped for breath from laughter. ‘Oh Obi-Wan, I apologize. I was much more brazen in my youth. It was terrible of me to let you think you had misplaced it and then to tease you for it. It was far too tempting: one handsome, young padawan on a ship full of bored handmaidens with nothing else to do, but stare at each other all day long. Eirtaé wanted me to steal your clothes...’ Sabé blushed, grinning. ‘...but I convinced her that might not be appropriate.’ Eirtaé... Obi-Wan honestly couldn't remember the girl. It was extremely difficult to tell them apart sometimes, especially when they wore veils or covered their faces with large hoods. ‘Steal my clothes?’ He couldn't believe the things he was hearing. ‘And here I was: a naive padawan, with preconceived notions of handmaiden propriety...’ he lightly teased back, his hand finding its way to her waist. ‘It appears I was wrong.’ Sabé gasped in amused mock offence, ‘I showed handmaiden propriety!’ She playfully pushed his hand away from her waist as if to showcase how proper she was. ‘I could have taken your clothes. They were right there, while you were in the ’fresher—’ She clamped a hand over her mouth, admonishing herself for nearly admitting that she had seen him out of his Jedi clothing. ‘You don't mean to tell me—’ It seemed Sabé had this uncanny ability to take him off guard at every turn. He felt that years had been stripped away and he was that reckless young padawan again, unused to the stares from those beautiful girls; mainly from the decoy queen whom he later found to be Sabé herself. ‘You and your fellow handmaidens were spying on me too?’ He feigned offence, but took her hand which she had used to push his away. ‘While I was showering!’ His younger self would have died of embarrassment to learn all of the young handmaidens had peeked in on him. His present self was fairing little better though he still held her hand. A blush rose in his cheeks at the thought. ‘We were not spying!’ Sabé exclaimed, smiling at his impertinent comment about spying. She wrestled with him slightly, nervous that he was grabbing her hand to tickle her. ‘Well, they weren't spying,’ she said, still trying to escape his grasp, ‘and I was spying...by accident.’ ‘Is that so?’ Obi-Wan replied, chuckling to find out she had accidentally snuck a peek. When she fought him slightly, his other hand moved to attack her waist, playfully. ‘I would say, that's hardly fair...I didn't get a chance to wander in on you—’ Squealing in exhilarated laughter, Sabé fought against his playful touch, straining to get away from him but hoping against hope that it would never end. ‘You are such a…a…’ ‘A what?’ ‘A scoundrel!’ She struggled ineffectively, attempting to win the battle. ‘A scoundrel?’ Obi-Wan had a hard time catching his breath, he was laughing so hard. He felt that familiar heat rush through him at her touch. He liked the almost dishevelled look about her as she pushed against him; it was so different from her normally resigned and collected appearance. ‘It wouldn't have mattered,’ she panted from exertion, ‘since you wouldn’t have been able to. We took turns guarding the door.’ ‘Ah, but Jedi are sneaky. And I could have used a mind trick on the guards...’ He cocked his head to the side, grinning boyishly at her. She frowned at him slightly, momentarily thwarted by his very obvious statement that if he really had wanted to sneak a look at Rabé, Eirtaé, or herself, he had the abilities to do so. She rolled her eyes as her retaliation plan formed in her mind. She had a pattern of exchanging teasing remarks and banter with the Jedi and this was war. Ending her struggle against him, she slid in closer with a silky sensuality, running her hands along his arms until they met the bend in his elbows. ‘A Jedi might have the stealth of movements,’ she said, cocking an eyebrow at him suggestively, deciding to give him a full-on assault, ‘but he lacks a woman's insatiable curiosity.’ She pressed her body close to his, bending her knees slightly to rub against him, then straightened gracefully pulling her hands along his side. ‘What would you do with a room full of naked handmaidens, anyway?’ she purred softly, expecting him to back away nervously, coughing and sputtering, at her daring actions. At first he figured she had surrendered, but then her quick wit was back to take another jab at him. She was challenging him! Obi-Wan couldn't help the heat rising once again in his cheeks, not at the thought of a room full of naked girls, but at her vicinity. She was so close to him; and it made him want to embrace her, to touch her, kiss her... Unlike his untrained, younger self, he wouldn't laugh his way out of this. His gaze was transfixed on hers. He didn't say anything at all. For a moment, he just looked at her. Obi-Wan didn't think he would ever tire of looking at her. Everything Sabé encompassed and all the little quirks he had come to learn about this past month had just attracted him all the more. It was no use denying how much he wanted to be with her. He reached out to touch her cheek and then ever-so-carefully leant over to place a tender kiss on her lips. Sabé blinked in shock when Obi-Wan leaned in and kissed her. Of all the things she thought he might do, kissing her was not in the remotest of possibilities in her mind. This entire month, he had successfully avoided much physical contact at all within the hut. Her heart pounded in her chest as she meekly kissed him back, terrified of this unfamiliar territory. The touch of his lips was so soft, so gentle... She lost track of space and time as her body responded to the stimulus. Breathing in deep and enjoying the chemical sensations coursing through her body, she allowed herself to slip carelessly into sublime relaxation. She pushed forward to kiss him deeper, bringing her hand to his bearded face to caress him tenderly. Obi-Wan hadn't thought this through and now she was kissing him back. This warmth of sincerity, affection, radiated from her touch, her taste... Gently following her lead, his other hand ventured to her waist again, but only to draw her flush against him, relishing in her propinquity. In truth, he hadn't been so close to another person before. And kissing? He had only ever dreamt of it, but he had always pushed away that longing. Now it was really happening and it was almost as if his mind couldn't wrap around it. It was all so overpowering. Obi-Wan hadn't been thinking of anything aside from the impulse which drove him to kissing her. And now doubt slipped in. He was unsure of himself, which was something he hadn't truly experienced since his days of padawan training, but it somehow made sense that he should feel like this now. They hadn't ever covered kissing... When he pulled back, he looked at her, smiling and hoping he had not gone about it the wrong way. He also secretly hoped he wasn’t completely inept because he had so enjoyed kissing her that he didn’t want it to be the last. Gazing on her, another feeling of unworthiness seeped in, but instead of apologising, he left a hand tangled in her locks as he breathed, ‘Sabé…’ Her heart pounding in her ears, Sabé breathed deep to inhale the blissful feelings that wrapped around the pair like multicoloured vapour as he pulled away from her. It was a dream; a beautiful, wonderful dream. Her eyes met his and she looked at the Jedi with uncertainty, not knowing what the proper action was after their kiss. Was she to say something profound? I have longed for this day for an eternity... Offer to make him tea? Her eyes darted to the half-prepared items on the kitchen counter. Should she just smile and continue cooking? She opened her mouth as if to ask him a question, then closed it and stood silently, her eyes cast downward. Against her will, her cheeks flushed violet, painting her insecurities across her face. ‘I certainly don't need a room full of handmaidens,’ Obi-Wan murmured, ‘just you.’ And despite not having thought it through and not in the least expecting to say something, the words just naturally spilled out of him as if he had been waiting an eternity to say them. He meant it too, with his entire heart. He could sense she was nervous as well and though he could try to find a centre, to calm his thoughts, he didn't want to. All of this was so new and exciting, but all positive. Blushing similarly to the time she returned his lightsaber to him all those years ago, he asked, ‘May I kiss you again?’ Sabé was overwhelmed by his words, she blushed deeper with the sudden image of him walking in and selecting her from the room of unclothed handmaidens. Why do my thoughts stray to the border of indecency when I am around him? It was too... wonderful... to be real. She had always been so sure that the Jedi Code restricted romantic actions of any kind, assuming that her heart’s desire would remain eternally just out of reach. Perhaps he had finally let down his guard enough to love her in return. She closed her eyes dreamily at his question and then slowly opened them again. ‘I would like that,’ she said. ‘You would?’ he asked, almost unbelieving at first. Obi-Wan didn't bother attempting to contain his joy, perfectly beaming at her leant over to kiss her again. This time, he relaxed into the serenity she so often elicited from within him. It was hard to describe what he was feeling as they kissed. It wasn't that he was losing part of himself in her; but that she awoke in him what he never knew existed before, as if another part of him had been dormant and was now brought to life. All of the waiting, dreaming, hoping for something he didn't ever think was possible was worth it, for she was here with him now, and he wanted to savour this moment forever. Fairly certain of the future, Qui-Gon’s spirit momentarily looked on, sensing the peace they emitted. There would still be time for Obi-Wan to resume his training, but for now, he was thankful Obi-Wan had found the tranquillity he had struggled for since Anakin’s fall. He faded back into the Force essence until the time came, assured that young Skywalker would be looked after by two of the most capable people. After all, there was still a chance the Sith would fall, freedom would be restored, and the Jedi Order would reform its ways. ‘Happy solstice,’ Sabé whispered when they paused between kisses. ‘The first of many, I hope,’ Obi-Wan replied, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. This would work, he was sure of it now. Leaning down, he murmured, ‘I love you,’ before kissing her again. The Winter Solstice was a time of renewal and of second chances. Surely this was theirs.

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Her small feet swung slowly back and forth, unable to reach the floor in the chair she was sitting. Hands under her butt, she stared at one of the music posters across the room near the clock. The ticking of the little hand echoed with the voices chattering all around her. It was almost getting too loud for the young girl as her nerves made everything even louder. She shut her eyes for what felt like forever before their chorus director clapped her hands and tried to get the children’s attention. The ceremony was starting soon and the chorus was introducing it all with a song medley. Sky happened to be in chorus and didn’t have a choice. She hated performing in front of people. She was shy and being in the spotlight was never good for her. Any time she had attention on her it felt like she was just waiting for some kind of verbal or physical slap in the face. It was better for her to be unseen and unheard. There was less trouble that way. Somehow trouble always found her and she was extremely tired of it. Tonight was no exception. She already got shoved in the hall on her way to the music room. She was smaller than the other kids her age and looked different which made her the perfect target. Thankfully the teacher was here now and that means the sooner this event started, the faster it would be over. 

The lights in the auditorium were still up as parents filed in with their children, expecting awards. The coveted ‘perfect attendance’ award hung in the balance, after all. The kids who were sent to school sick really craved that piece of paper signed by the principal with a little golden circle on it. Sky didn’t understand the premise of it but it was good to have goals, she suspected anyway. She didn’t ever win awards because she wasn’t overly exceptional at any subject that mattered and she wasn’t a leader by any means. She skated by in most of her classes, spending a lot of time doodling instead of listening to the teacher drone about things she didn’t really care about. She got decent grades, that wasn’t the issue, she just wasn’t overly concerned about overachieving. She heard it from all her teachers. Imagine what your grades could be if you put forth more effort. If you just apply yourself, you could have all A’s. The thing is, the only goal Sky strove for was getting to middle and high school and then getting out altogether. She only wanted to not fail to avoid punishment. One time she got a D in social studies because of her absences from school and her inability to get her homework from anyone and her foster dad let her have it. Even though he was the reason she missed so much school that it affected her grade. Talking about and making excuses for her shitty grades only made her punishment worse. 

Sky stopped looking at the doors at the proud parents waltzing in with their kids. She was happy for them but at the same time, it made her sad. She knew it was stupid to be sad about, it was inevitable at things like this. The young girl couldn’t quite help feeling hurt by the circumstances though. For once it would be nice to be a normal kid with a family out there waiting to see if their kid would get noticed for something they were good at. But Sky wasn’t a normal kid. And she wasn’t overly good at anything. She was just ready to sing their group song and go wait out the night in the back of the auditorium so she could leave right at the end and wait outside to be picked up. 

Eventually, the lights dimmed and the principal came onstage to introduce himself, the event, and the chorus who would be singing a song for them this evening. Sky sighed, trying not to look out at the people who were staring at the kids on the risers in front of the stage. She hated being stared at -- although she knew the parents were only looking at their kids, their eyes were staring in her direction and it made her uncomfortable. As the piano started playing, she nervously swallowed the lump in her throat and began singing with her classmates. She sang quietly, still trying to avoid looking out at the audience until something colorful caught her eye. She saw a big bouquet of flowers a few rows in but when she saw who was holding them, she froze with wide eyes. Her mouth kept singing on autopilot but the rest of her was in shock. It was Rye. And on either side of him was Cass with a camera and Ash beaming and waving excitedly to her when she made eye contact. They were..here? Was she imagining this? She blinked a few times and looked back at them to see if they were just an illusion of her own mind but they were still there. They were actually truly there. For me. Her chest tightened and she became a little more nervous yet not nervous at the same time. Almost emotional as the three smiled in the crowd. She couldn’t believe it. The first time she had someone out in the crowd and there were three of them...all there for her. She could’ve cried but she was still confused and a little scared that she was just imagining them there. She was also weirdly happy to see them. It was strange but she felt happy. Almost normal. And then, just for a moment, Sky smiled and sang a little bit louder with her excitement. 

When their song was over, Sky couldn’t stop blushing knowing that her new family witnessed it all, but she was happy to see them regardless. She wanted to sit with them but had to sit in the designated student area up front to make it easier when they were called up to get their awards. Sky would’ve rather just sat with Cass, Rye, and Ash because she knew she’d just be sitting there watching the other kids get paper achievements for the next hour. 

Eventually, Sky began tuning out the announcers onstage like she usually had when she pulled out her sharpie and started drawing on her wrist. It wasn’t until she heard her name called that she was snapped out of her doddle trance. “Huh?” she looked up at the stage, where her art teacher was smiling proudly. “Skyler, come get your award! For outstanding performance and talent in the subject of art!” Sky couldn’t believe it. She was so stunned she didn’t even cringe at her full name being called out loud. Hesitant at first, she quickened her pace when she realized that all eyes were definitely on her now. Her art teacher handed her the award and wrapped her in a hug. “Congratulations, Sky.” “Th-thank you.” She whispered and smiled back shyly before hurrying off the stage and back to her seat. She heard loud cheering and knew it was from the three familiar faces and the only ones who would be cheering that loudly at a fourth grade award ceremony. She was both excited and a little embarrassed but she smiled at the floor anyway. They were yelling and cheering for her. It was astounding. It was a foreign feeling but she couldn’t stop smiling even as she stared at the paper in her hands in disbelief.She actually won something? She actually won something. Not for a real subject like math or science or english, but it was something. And it was her favorite subject too. The teacher signed it at the bottom and her name was right there in bold calligraphic lettering. The girl clutched it throughout the whole rest of the show, basically clinging to it as if in fear that someone would try to take it back because of some error. It was hers. And she was proud of it? Yes. Yes that was the feeling, right? She was proud of this piece of paper tonight. It wasn’t a nobel peace prize but it was important to her. And she loved it. Maybe that was dumb but it was the only award she’d ever received and it was for something she loved. She may never get the holy perfect attendance award, but this one was way cooler to the 9 year old. 

After the ceremony was over, Sky moved hastily into the hallway where a sea of people were all pushing and shoving to get to their kids and go home. She was being moved in the opposite direction that she intended to go when she felt a hand on her shoulder before being embraced in a tight bear like hug. She didn’t realize who it was at first, but the familiar smell of Cass’ perfume wafted the air before her little lungs were crushed by the woman’s hug. Sky smiled anyway and hugged her back. She was happy to see them and she was excited that they were there to see her award. Each of them took turns hugging the small girl and she hugged them back just as happily. “Thank you for coming.” She told them, embarrassed again slightly. “You didn’t have to..I hope you didn’t feel like you had to come.” Although she was happy that they did, the realization that they all probably had much better things to do that night hit her in the face like a fly baseball. “You guys probably had more important things to do tonight... I’m sorry if--” Ash was the first to cut her off, the smile never leaving the wolf’s face. “Hey, nothing is more important than this. We all wanted to be here tonight for you. We made sure to keep our schedules cleared to be here.” Rye nodded and added, “Yeah, there’s no way we’d miss out on seeing our little jedi sing for the whole fourth grade and get her art award!” Sky was holding back tears as they spoke, when Cass grabbed her hands and lightly poked her nose. “Kiddo if you thought we were gonna miss this, then you need to get to know us better. We love you and we waited all month to see you get this award. We’re so proud of you baby girl. So crazy proud.” Sky thought Cass might start crying but instead she hugged the child again tightly and Sky buried her face in the woman’s hair. “Thank you,” she clung to Cass as her emotions went haywire. “Thank you all..so much. I love you too. A lot.” And she did. She truly appreciated their presence and their effort. When Cass finally let go of her, Rye handed her the flowers he’d been holding onto. “And these, young padawan, are for you.” Sky took them slowly, smiling as she brought them to her nose. She inhaled the floral scent and held them close to her. “Thank you. They’re so pretty.” “Prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.” The wolf grinned, ruffling her hair. “How about we go get some dinner and ice cream before we go home for movie night? Sound cool?” Rye asked, holding his arms out as if opening the question up to the floor. “I’m in.” Ash agreed and Cass nodded. “Sounds great to me! You in?” She asked Sky. Sky looked at them all and nodded too. “Okay! Yeah, that sounds nice.” “Sweet!” “Awesome.” “Let’s do it then. Let’s roll ladies.” 

Later on, they all spent the rest of the night eating celebratory pizza and ice cream and watching movies with popcorn and milkshakes. There was debate of framing Sky’s award versus putting it up on the fridge and which was better versus more traditional. It was decided that they’d frame it and display it proudly to keep it safe from kitchen accidents. The three praised the little girl, all so incredibly proud of her, and Sky felt loved and dare she say, somewhat normal, for the first time in her life. Even though their little family was anything but normal. She loved these people and they loved her and that was more than enough. More than anything she could’ve ever wished for on birthday candles or shooting stars. She had a real family now. And she loved them more than anything. 

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Brothers (13/?)

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Still on sucky app, still can't do a cut - sorry for another long post :(

Previously:

Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi realised that young Padawan Anakin Skywalker was destined to be trained by him rather than injured Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. Meanwhile, Senior Padawan Siri Tachi, a good friend and former paramour of Obi-Wan’s, left the Jedi Order.

The entire Temple was talking about Siri’s departure - none more so than Obi-Wan’s age-mates. While Siri was a couple of years younger than them, she had been closer to them in sheer talent than her own clan and they had adopted her in short order, rather liked Tooka Clan had adopted Anakin as one of their own despite his status as a padawan rather than an initiate. Not one of their friends seemed to know exactly what had happened - she hadn’t confided in anyone.

That in itself wasn’t surprising - Siri Tachi was not a generally an overtly emotional person and didn’t like to appear weak to anyone - least of all her older friends. But when she was genuinely struggling she usually came to one of them for advice, or to Quinlan Vos, because he wouldn’t laugh at her either.

(Okay, he probably would laugh, because he’s one of those people, but then he’d help her fix it with no actual judgement and potentially an extreme amount of prejudice depending on the situation.)

They were most surprised that she hadn’t said anything to Obi-Wan, given how close the two of them were.

“I’ve been so wrapped up with everything else,” he said in horror. “What if I missed something? Is this my fault?”

Garen smacked him around the back of the head for that, which apparently saved Quin from doing so if his raised hand was anything to go by.

“You are not responsible for anyone other than yourself and that baby padawan of yours,” Quin told him firmly. “And I know you tried to talk to her more than once. If she didn’t speak to you, or us, that’s her fault, not yours.”

He knew that was true - he did - but it didn’t make him feel any better. And he couldn’t help the feeling that he was still missing something about the whole scenario

.oOo.

The Council accepted the change in Anakin’s official master with a lot less fuss than Obi-Wan had expected. A cynical person might even have inferred that they too had expected this to happen sooner or later. The only stipulation was that Qui-Gon continue to support them, as any master would for their first grand-padawans anyway.

Not a word was spoken about the fan fiction - maybe no-one had brought it to their attention? Obi-Wan knew there was no way he or Garen would, but the Council tended to have ways of knowing things anyway.

The quartermaster summarily issued him and Anakin with appropriate lodgings but, by mutual agreement, they decided not to change how things were for the time being. Qui-Gon still needed help, and that would be more forthcoming if Anakin was right there and able to call Obi-Wan rather than them waiting for Qui-Gon to get over his innate stubbornness and call them far later than he ought to have done.

As time went on and Obi-Wan became more assured that he was on the right track with Anakin’s training, Qui-Gon began doing some new research of his own. Using data feeds and Quinlan Vos as his eyes on the ground, he was trying to piece together where Masters Dooku and Sifo-Dyas had disappeared off to. There was suspiciously little in terms of actual news, and Jedi did tend to stir up the news feeds unless they were undercover, and Quin himself was limited to only short excursions to the Outer Rim, given that he had a young padawan of his own to care for.

Before he could decide to do something rash, an invitation was extended to the three of them.

“It can’t have been that long, can it?”

Qui-Gon raised a sardonic eyebrow. “It certainly feels like it from my perspective. This has been a very long ten months.”

The Queen of Naboo was hosting a celebration of the liberation of Theed, and a commemoration of those who gave their lives to ensure that Naboo remained a free world under its own sovereignty. Naturally, she had extended invitations to the three Jedi heroes of the day, and the way that Anakin was bouncing on his toes made it really difficult to be able to say anything other than ‘yes’. Not that Obi-Wan was inclined to: as Garen pointed out, they would be in a prime position to do some snooping on the Palpatine's front.

The flip-side of that particular credit chit was that the man himself was more than likely going to be in attendance. It would seem something of a snub were he not to be invited, Shmi explained later that evening when she commed, but they would all keep a close eye on Anakin to make sure he didn’t come to any harm during the festivities.

Shmi Skywalker was positively flourishing at the palace, and was using her skills at organising people and reading rooms to great use as an event planner for the royal retinue. Skills earned in slavery were skills nevertheless, and Shmi knew how to cater for multiple species courtesy of her unfortunate life, and the best ways to keep those species from killing each other.

Obi-Wan found himself wishing she were a Jedi, because that would be very handy in the field. Republic politics and etiquette lessons only went so far, after all.

Something must have shown on his face, because Shmi laughed. “Maybe I’ll have time to teach you some of the things I have learned while you are here,” she offered graciously. “It seems only fair, since you are teaching my son the ways of the Jedi.”

Obi-Wan inclined his head graciously to her. “And in turn, I shall teach Anakin so that perhaps his horrible lack of diplomacy skills will not get him killed before he is even knighted.”

She shook her head. “He knows better. Maybe he has become overconfident in his freedom?”

That was something that hadn’t occurred to Obi-Wan: Anakin certainly wasn’t likely to start a war with his lack of diplomacy, but ending one wasn’t within his capacity either. That ability to read people should be something he was capable of, given his background; it was a game that any slave with any intelligence could play because they needed to in order to survive. Why had Anakin lost that skill?

Perhaps he was worrying overly - Anakin was more than young enough to relearn anything he had forgotten, and his enthusiastic honesty was something that most people tended to find charming.

Maybe that was all it was - Anakin was enjoying being able to speak from the heart rather than having to choose his words carefully. And that was a small freedom that Obi-Wan was loath to take away from him. It had been less than a year since Anakin had been freed, and he was still only a little boy really, for all that he was already a padawan.

And perhaps that was something else that Obi-Wan should address - the initiates the same age as Anakin would be doing their training in their clan groups rather than one-on-one as Anakin was. Maybe some social interaction outside of the classroom with his age-mates would benefit him too? Particularly as he was no longer lagging behind in his agility or lightsabre skills: he should be able to keep up with them easily, and it might help his confidence if he were able to see that he was now on par with his friends.

And if that interaction might just possibly involve a way to push a certain, self-assured initiate at Garen, than that would just be a bonus

.oOo.

In the end, it was lightsabre combat that ended up being the shared lesson - their clan master, Kayln Amala, felt that having a Jar’Kai user in the mix would introduce an interesting element to Tooka Clan’s training. Obi-Wan thanked the Force profusely for smiling upon his devious plans.

Anakin and Zana paired themselves off naturally, which brought her to Garen’s attention sooner as she frowned at Anakin’s second blade.

“Okay, I get it in katas,” she said, glancing over at the pair of observing knights, “but how do I defend myself in a proper spar if I only have one lightsabre?”

“You need to make sure you know where both of Anakin’s blades are at any one time,” Obi-Wan said. “It sounds difficult - and it is - but it is not impossible. Here” and he raised his voice so that the whole class could hear, “why don’t you watch Master Muln and I spar first?”

“You’re enjoying this,” Garen muttered as he levered himself to his feet.

Obi-Wan arranged his face into his favourite diplomacy mask, projecting innocence, as they moved into position opposite each other.

Obi-Wan enjoyed sparring with Garen - it was a true test of his skills to keep up with the second blade, and Garen, while not going too quickly at first so as to demonstrate to the initiates, was not going easy on him. Distantly, he could hear that the younglings’ clan master was talking to them, pointing out things they may have missed, but the spar was taking his full focus.

Garen was good. It had been so long since they had sparred together properly that he’d forgotten just how much Garen had picked up from his master. And, as they picked up speed, he got sneaker with that second blade too - unlike some dual-wielders who made the mistake of using their second blade in tandem with the first because they lacked the strength to counter a two-handed strike, Garen had sheer size on his side and could use the shoto as it was meant to be - as a second offensive weapon.

They were both breathing hard by the time Garen tagged him out and Obi-Wan bowed gracefully.

“That was awesome!” Anakin told them both, grinning from ear to ear.

“Totally was,” Zana agreed, eyeballing Anakin. “Now I know how to kick your scrawny human butt, Ani.”

“Do we get to try two blades?” Zisk Sei’lya, one of the Bothan twins, asked before Master Amala could scold Zana for her undecorous behaviour. Not that it would make that much of a difference - Obi-Wan recalled plenty of behaviour unbefitting of Jedi in the crèche.

Garen grinned. “You certainly do - we have some training blades for you to practice with after you’ve competed this sparring session.”

.oOo.

Zana didn’t beat Anakin, but it was a near thing: there were at least two instances where she would have had him if she had been a little more underhanded, a little less confined by the niceties of crèche spars. It was unexpected of her not to cheat, Obi-Wan thought.

The Bothan twins had both shown aptitude with a second blade although neither had been sure about adopting it full time. Zana had taken to it much like she did with everything else Obi-Wan had seen - with enough determination to succeed no matter what.

“I know what you’re up to,” Garen grumbled as they collected up the training weapons to return them to storage.

“Up to?”

“It’s not going to work, showing off all the shiny initiates.”

“I have no idea what you mean - I just want Anakin to be able to spend some time with his friends while he still can. You remember what it was like once we were all apprenticed? We didn’t see each other for nearly two years! And even if I was trying to set you up, you need someone older - someone who’ll stand up to you and tell you when you’re being ridiculous.”

The fact that Zana Rar was already capable of that was completely beside the point, for the purposes of this conversation at least. She would be Garen’s padawan soon enough: he had been watching her far too much throughout the session for it not to be guaranteed.

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' The Mandalorian' Phase 4 Reaches Peak Infant Yoda In A Psychological Episode.

Cloning has actually been a part of Celebrity Wars considering that the very beginning, with the Duplicate Battles being discussed as early as A New Hope, but not described until Attack of the Clones. This bit of odd sciene is going through a renaissance of types, many thanks to follower concepts about Rey's orphan childhood as well as the return of Emperor Palpatine. That establishes that Force level of sensitivity can be moved to genetically similar people if Rey is a clone. Possibly one developed during the very same experiments that caused Rey? Or, it's feasible that Pershing demands this Child Yoda to start duplicating the types.

What animal is Yoda based on?

The Jedi Master Yoda was the best-known member of a species whose true name is not recorded. Known in some sources simply as Yoda's species, this species of small carnivorous humanoids produced several well-known members of the Jedi Order during the time of the Galactic Republic.

Moments later, Obi-Wan's ghost helps Luke concern the awareness that the "other" of whom Yoda spoke is Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher), who is his twin sis. In the prequel trilogy, established a generation prior to the original trilogy, Yoda is among one of the most effective participants of the Jedi Order and also a general of clone troopers during the Clone Battles. He likewise trains all Jedi kids, before they are appointed a Jedi master.

Jedi Council Forums.

At the orgasm of the film, Yoda gets here in time to conserve Obi-Wan and also Anakin from the Separatists as well as defeats his former apprentice, Count Dooku (Christopher Lee), the Separatists' leader as well as a Sith lord, in a lightsaber duel. When Qui-Gon is mortally wounded in a duel with Sith Lord Darth Maul (played by Ray Park and articulated by Peter Serafinowicz), his dying demand to his Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi (Ewan McGregor) is that Anakin be trained as a Jedi. Obi-Wan, determined to accomplish his pledge to his master, tells Yoda that he will certainly train the boy, also without the Council's approval. Yoda makes Obi-Wan a Jedi Knight, and hesitantly gives his true blessing to Anakin's training.

Is Baby Yoda the chosen one?

No, we are not leaving Baby Yoda behind. Just when he's about to ditch his tiny ward and move on, another bounty hunter tracks him to the village, meaning it's no longer safe for either of them. So they both have to leave, and we will probably never see that pretty widow again.

The Mandalorian found The Child, also known as Child Yoda, on a desert world called Arvala-7 that looked a great deal like Luke's childhood years residence of Tatooine. There's no sign that there are much more little Yodas around, so that's possibly not its varieties' residence globe, either. As a mechanic in Mos Eisley, Peli Motto (Amy Sedaris) was assured to earn factors with "Star Wars" fans that fondly bear in mind Tatooine as the earth where all of it started.

Why is Yoda a baby in the Mandalorian?

There is a Reddit page dedicated to calling Baby Yoda "Yiddle", a nod to both Yoda and Yaddle, a female of the same species who appeared in the Star Wars prequel trilogy. The Yiddle theory is that Baby Yoda is the product of Yoda and Yaddle.

Character introduction.

However mainly for his cuteness, improved by his diminutive size as well as expressive eyes and also ears.

For the longest time it seemed that Yoda was the only creature of his specific varieties, a sort of uniquely Force delicate creature.

The priestesses inform Yoda that his training will certainly return to in time.

Or perhaps Child Yoda as well as the mop child from completion of The Last Jedi are hanging around on Dagobah waiting to begin their training.

Component of the reason the episode 1 expose is so exceptional is that Lucas has actually long supported for keeping Yoda's varieties key. When whatever in Celebrity Wars is explained, the universe feels huge, yet it can also really feel rote. The Yoda types remains a component that can not be canonized, can not be commodified. It gestures at Celebrity Wars' dream influences while not going so far regarding straight-out discuss the inspiration behind the gesture.

Not much is known about Child Yoda's species, yet probably, at 76 years of ages it would certainly still need help getting around as well as making it through. The creature from The Mandalorian whomStar Warsfans adoringly call "Child Yoda" is not Yoda as a kid. We aren't even sure how, if in all, he relates to Yoda besides being within the exact same species.

Yoda's syntactic selfhood is evidently an outgrowth of the same internal tranquility that makes him such an effective warrior. Espindola believes that Yoda's speech is insane, however insane like an extremely type fox. This five-toed variation stays the least used in any type of manifestation of Celebrity Wars media. Adults of the species were identified by sharp, elfin ears, ridges on their temples, tridactyl hands and also (most typically) anisodactyl feet. The diet plan of the most renowned member of the varieties, Jedi Master Yoda, contained nutrient most other beings considered revolting.

Either way, this infant has the prospective to seriously change the material of Star Wars moving forward. That would be new area for Star Wars, but the post-Disney acquistion Star Wars cosmos has actually often experimented with the guidelines of the Force, so it's not impossible.

Why is Yoda 50 years old?

The final moments of the episode reveal the asset, who turns out to be super cute. The Internet has dubbed the adorable creature Baby Yoda because he or she bears a strong resemblance to the legendary Jedi master. As an ill-fated droid informs the Mandalorian, “species age differently,” and Baby Yoda is a young 50.

Since making his debut in The Mandalorian in November 2019, Baby Yoda has been a feeling. A cuter, younger variation of the ancient Jedi master, he's one of one of the most endearing animals ever seen in the Star Wars world, as well as has since come to be the talk of the web-- a strolling retailing opportunity, as well as the source of wholesome memes. Celebrity Wars followers were thrilled concerning The Mandalorian the 2nd it was announced as the flagship program of Disney And also, but couple of might've predicted that Infant Yoda would certainly swipe the show. The initial live-action TV collection ahead out of the Star Wars world features an individual that dresses a whole lot like Boba Fett with his own fascinating background tale, but The Child, as he's known, is perhaps the real star. The 2008 animated movie and tv collection The Duplicate Battles makes use of a CGI model of Yoda that matches the one-off tridactyl plan from The Phantom Threat, with 3 forward-facing toes and a blunted heel.

Build-A-Bear Workshop has actually likewise introduced it will certainly release a version of a Youngster doll in early 2020. Lego has announced plans for an August 2020 launch of BrickHeadz figures of both the Child and also the Mandalorian, in addition to a September 2020 release of a Lego set for the Mandalorian's Razor Crest spacecraf, which will include a tiny figurine of Child. In March 2020, an informal user-created mod for the video game Celebrity Wars Battlefront II allowed the personality BB-8 to be changed with a usable variation of the Kid. The Kid as well as the Mandalorian are the only personalities that have appeared in every episode of the collection. He was produced by The Mandalorian designer as well as showrunner Jon Favreau based upon his wish to discover the mystery around Yoda as well as his varieties.

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kotor character meme

based on this post :3 this got long as hell but it’s very self indulgent and mostly just for myself but i wanted to post it. under cut!

REVAN

NAME: vivza sanstar (i wanted to be EXTREMELY star wars-y. it’s no yolo ziff but i’m still pretty happy)

GENDER: f 

APPEARANCE: this one! i basically cast gong li. a la darth maul, much shorter than you might expect but threatening enough to make up for it (5′5″ but no napoleon complex, she’s VERY confident)

FAVORITE HOBBY: swoop racing. lol. or riling people up. she’s very into arcania, specifically into the force equivalent of universal string theory and quantum mechanics. she like, wrote papers on this stuff and everything. her ‘chill mode’ is banging ladies and building, like, rube goldberg machines. but she doesn’t really have a chill mode so.

BIRTH PLANET: tatooine. jk. a lush planet! some part of revan still loves the sense of rain through warm tropical canopies. her parents were normal people, maybe one mildly force sensitive. they were proud to send her to the jedi as a baby, but never recognized her in the famous war hero -- revan named herself that, and her birth name is lost to the sands of time. revan doesn’t spare them much thought.

PERSONALITY: scorpio/sagittarius cusp. lol. inventive, clever, outspoken, always ‘on’ in a way, but also laidback, the spirit of a wanderer, sees no limits. do or do not, there is no try? yeah, she always does. cocky, naturally. brutally analytical -- she can compartmentalize like nobody’s business, one of the things that made the mindwipe easier to take. totally utilitarian, but grows more empathy after the mindwipe. a strange, compelling gal with a frat boy’s sense of humour.

KREIA: “fine, master.” see above, about compartmentalizing? she can do this with relationships too. she loved kreia as any student loves their teacher, but once she felt kreia had nothing else to teach her, she was on to the next. kreia did not take well to this. when revan came back like nothing had changed, kreia was hard pressed to put her bitterness behind her, and revan saw it as criticism which her ego could not take, so their reunion didn’t last long. once again, revan took what she needed, and left. 

kreia still loves her, and she had dreams where they both got their redemption and stood shoulder by shoulder again, but -- she was too much of a realist to ever dwell on that. revan obvsly loves hilarious slammin’ frankness (see HK) and i believe kreia taught her that and it’s something she really admires about her. “speak your mind, padawan”

MALAK: best of bros. malak was a shy kid, very quiet, reserved, and like so many others was drawn to the sun of revan’s personality. she took him under her wing (figuratively, as he’s always been MUCH BIGGER than her) and she’s been treating him like a little brother/padawan since they were knee high. she loves telling people what to do, and malak was appropriately obedient while also having some fire to him. war forged them into closeness again after they drifted apart in their knighthoods, and malak followed her into hell with a grim smile. i think the turning point in their relationship wasn’t malak’s bitterness about being relegated to apprentice, but because revan -- who, while blunt to the point of rudeness at times, was ultimately very fair-minded and protective -- turned from teasing figure to a bully. malak felt emasculated and, well, one thing led to another. after realizing who she was, revan felt compelled to try and redeem malak, to prove that she wasn’t some fluke, and she mourns him still. 

EXILE: in my fantasies? they FUCKED. 

but seriously. i think there’s something to be said about revan sending the exile to die and thus probably not liking her very much, but for my revan and exile, it’s more a matter of revan’s utilitarian brutality overcoming any feelings she had. the exile was a threat because of her own sway, charm, and growing reluctance with the war -- the exile was talking about going home after malachor, and revan couldn’t have that. she was already thinking about the future, about parting ways with the jedi order and what she needed for that, which included jedi loyal to her and her alone.

before the war: while they were a few years apart in age (exile older) they were very similar, being charming prodigies and all, and i think the council was afraid of them meeting. their paths rarely intersected until knighthood, where they were goaded into a spar that still lives in legend in the halls of the dantooine temple. after that they had a friendly rivalry, but their personalities clashed enough that real socialization wasn’t a hobby of theirs. the exile did get along more with malak (they were both quiet types) so that was another connection they had.

after malachor v, the exile obviously survived, and she came to revan to tell her that she was returning. (she felt it was the courteous thing to do.) revan was angered, but she knew she couldn’t control the exile, so she let her go. they didn’t meet again until wild space and the exile rescuing her. the fact that they didn’t have a deep connection only increases revan’s shock at the exile doing this for her.

“I didn’t think you liked me very much,” she jokes.

“I don’t,” the Exile says. “But I do my duty. Come along.”

after that, they start to develop a real relationship, because pretty much no one else in the galaxy knows what they’ve been through

HERO OR TYRANT: revan told herself she was doing it for the good of the galaxy, but the truth is, she fell before she even really recognized this other threat. she had an ego (practically a god complex) and it drove her to do what had never been done before to prove her greatness -- she didn’t go to war to save people, she went to war because she knew she could stop the mandalorians. and they had to be stopped! so it was easy to justify. 

she ISN’T the type to destroy the galaxy -- she’s fascinated by it’s variations and complexities, and it’s her playground, so she did want to keep it safe. she would have done anything to save it, and to her, anyone who would argue with her methods just wasn’t #deep or #woke enough to see that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one. she was probably the kind of kid who pulled legs off bugs, not a sociopath but the pursuit of knowledge, of truth, overwhelms everything.

MEMORIES: she was a spice smuggler and arms dealer, lol. i like to think the council picked that shady background because they wanted to cover up for what THEY saw as an unavoidable moral bankruptcy of character.

her birth planet was kept the same; they used a single mother and an absent dad in place of her single, female master, but also had her mother die young -- ‘vivza’ had to make her own way in the world. a han solo heart of gold type. the whole backstory was #fake but the council knew all the best lies are truths (from a certain point of view ...) so they kept her personality as intact as they could, maintained her most influential memories thru a different lens -- her relationship with her mom mirrors her one with kreia, some of the people she saved stayed the same even if her method was different, she still likes geek shit, etc.

i think there wasn’t really a whole real person’s worth of memories in there -- that would have been absurd to craft -- i think they just impressed the basic bio facts into her, empathized some stuff, then let the force and her own mind fill in the rest. and waking up on the spire, how would she know this wasn’t natural, the gaps of her memory and the like? she’s practically a newborn in some ways -- she doesn’t know that’s not what minds are supposed to be like, and so much of ‘original revan’ is there that she doesn’t feel broken. she kind of thinks she has amnesia for a while? but also doesn’t feel amnesiac. it’s a weird sensation, needless to say.

finding out these memories were fake was really, really hard for her. not so much because she’s attached to them -- since stuff like her mom and her smuggling days weren’t real it’s almost like they’re a dream to her. but the violation of it -- that really disturbed her. her identity was something she was used to trading on, as revan as as vivza the smuggling queen of the outer rim, and she felt like nothing after finding out. she desperately tried to claim again and again that she was vivza but with each moment after the reveal the name becomes more and more like a stranger to her. 

she doesn’t get her memories back in some huge flood, but she gets lots of visions of the past and the force/her mind subtly corrects and aligns some of the fake memories even more into a shape she once knew and she does start remembering things naturally over the years. a lot comes back when she’s alone in wild space. she comes to accept that she’s revan, but she’s scared of the idea of being her old mind -- she doesn’t like the person she was as a sith. she misses the ignorance of being vivza. vivza is, to her, both a punishment and a forgiveness, an old home she can’t return to, and something she could never have but wished to keep. 

vivza hated the sith. revan knows the sith can be redeemed. knows why you would become a sith. this dissonance is the one thing she really keeps from her days as vivza.

ROMANCE: bastila, duh. you give me that forbidden jedi romance with a prissy british beauty who has a deep connection with ur character, and i’m gonna smash that. she’s definitely revan’s type too. she likes someone she can rile up lol. the #reveal was a cold shower. again, massive violation, and a big gulf between them because in her mind bastila was this perfect jedi who had already ended their relationship for that reason, and now -- there was no way for them to reconcile. 

after everything, bastila was scarred by her own fall and her complicity in revan’s mindwipe/use as a tool. revan and her danced around each other for months after the war, both obstinately focused on rebuilding the republic/the order, but they still had their bond and revan knew bastila was deeply conflicted just as bastila knew that revan was reconciling more and more with her old self. one night revan comes to comfort bastila after a dream, and they talked all night and all day until the night again. after that, they tentatively rebuilt their relationship. and revan totally knocked her up w the ~magic of the force~ right before she had to go. 

sadly, they didn’t have much time together before revan went jetting off. bastila misses her like she misses a limb; she’s in a haze as the galaxy falls apart around her. revan does better b/c she’s still little miss compartmentalization but when she dreams at night, alone in empty space, it’s bastila she dreams about. a very deep, mutual love and respect between them.

FAVE CREWMEMBER: canderous was a HOOT -- after the reveal, revan was like “godDAMN, is the reason i love listening to canderous’s awful war stories because i was THERE?” -- they’d spend hours in the back, drinkin’ brewskies and making non-PC jokes LOL. also, jolee. she loves his views on the code -- it doesn’t matter if she’s vivza or revan, she appreciates a man who knows you can love without letting it rule you. his repeated insistence that she was some kind of dark thing really stuck under her skin; when he finally gave her his whole-hearted approval it really meant something. she never got that from kreia or any other master; some part of her responds to hearing it from him. also, they both like messing with people. all their conversations were just her acting the grumpy padawan and him the snarky master LOL.

after she learns who she was she daydreams that if jolee had actually been her master, she wouldn’t have fallen.

ENDING: the LS ending i’m a sappy good guy. bastila lives!

POST GAME: in short: revan and her pals try and restore the republic and the order and she patches things up with bastila, but soon is compelled to rush off to try and deal with this problem all on her own. it’s a redemption of sorts but also -- well, remember how i said her ego compelled her to dominate the galaxy? well, her ego also says that saving the galaxy isn’t ‘enough’ to prove herself -- she has to keep doing more, more, more. this restlessness will never fade. 

she goes thru hell out there in unknown space, captivity, torture, the insanity of loneliness, all that fun stuff. the exile rescues her and it takes months to come back home. she’s been gone for like, so many years. she’s back just in time to talk to canderous about not starting another war, but she’s also tired as fuck. mostly she just wants to sleep. 

bastila hovers but says nothing. it drives her up the wall. they have a big, big fight, and it looks like they’ll NEVER TALK AGAIN OH NO when bastila gets over her pride and takes her to see their kid -- still not force sensitive, but being raised in the order. “I see the heights he will rise to,” Bastila says. “Don’t you? Don’t you see everything we’ve built? Our legacy?” and revan knows she never wants to leave this woman’s side again. the only time she feels her soul settle is when she’s lost in bastila. 

they have an extremely delayed honeymoon period and actually get married and all that fun stuff. probably stuff happens but w/e i just want to maintain that they’re HAPPY but also kind of codependent and leave the galaxy to sort itself out for the most part -- they build up the jedi to staggering new heights in part just to keep another wall between themselves and the rest of the galaxy that has done nothing but stress them out for all their lives. retired lesbian’s, y’all.

jolee ends up in hiding and helping escaped jedi during kotor 2. he probably dies but i refuse to think about this. so in MY version he eventually turns up, grumpy and probably missing some body parts, insisting he DOESN’T want to have anything to do with anyone, but ends up a member of the high council anyways. the exile helps a lot, actually; she’s the sort of steady mind and “ok listen buddy i actually got KICKED OUT of the order so like, let’s talk.” please imagine him living like a long ass time and yelling at initiates to get off his metaphorical lawn and yet being super popular with them. mission and zaalbar travel a bunch and this leads to the whole business venture. i like to think they spent some time on kashyyyk where she became an honorary wookie and has a wookie name and everything ..... just like my headcanon for han solo lol. 

canderous rebuilds the mandalorians (more on that below.) carth is ofc an admiral and he really looks out for bastila when everything goes to shit. he totally gives revan a piece of his mind for leaving bastila and all of them when revan comes back, but as ever with carth, he goes from nuclear to chill in about .5 seconds and then they’re bros again. when vaner (who might have a diff name in mine because that one is LOL) becomes supreme chancellor carth is like, head of his security. he’s totally uncle carth even if bastila and revan aren’t traditional parents lmao. i didn’t save carth’s son (bc i didn’t realize i could ....) so carth definitely puts his parenting urges in there. i like to think he ends up adopting some war orphans down the line, idk.

RANDOM STUFF: she’s not an amazing fighter lol. or tech savvy or any of that. she main strengths are her mad charisma and her out of the box clever thinking. and a very crude application of the force ie i just spammed force wave through most enemy fields lol. before her mind wipe she was a really good brawler? like, she’d be from the anakin & luke skywalker school of “angry overhead chops at everything” lightsaber combat but her real love was just fucking throwing down. she was good at it too. i think the council sort of undid a lot of her fighting skills but they couldn’t erase her body memory so she has a very confused reaction between brain and body that makes her clumsy in fights. it gets better with training but she never totally shakes that particular lobotomy to her talents that the council did to hamper her ‘just in case.’

EXILE

NAME: bree rahanna

GENDER: f

APPEARANCE: this one! like her. tall af -- a bit over 6′. swole. powerhouse. she wields a double-bladed lightsaber and when she’s bearing down on you on the battlefield, you run. ear piercings, beaded hair (always trying new hairstyles), loves accessorizing. looks great in green. very beautiful, but she doesn’t think much of it. very jedi-like ‘my body is just a vessel’ attitude.

FAVOURITE HOBBY: definitely not swoop racing. she likes computer stuff -- the sort of impersonal element. even droids are a bit too much like people for her tastes at times. she’s an introvert, basically, she’d rather just write code and repair ships and such. she used to love to meditate before her exile -- after, without the force, it was just depressing. replaced it with music -- singing by herself, listening to others, she’s basically always humming. she likes how it fills up empty spaces. a bit of a hoarder -- in another life, she’s the kind of person who likes antiquing, and as is, she just collects various bits and bobs that catch her eye.

FROM? GOING?: i like to think she came more from the mid-rim. maybe like (na)jheda. was a little older when she was brought to the temple, maybe 4 or 5? it gave her a bit of a healthier concept of family/relationships. child of a single father who felt that he couldn’t provide for his daughter the way the jedi could. bree thinks of him, but also thinks it would be awkward to ever visit, since the jedi are her family now. she’s always wanted to go where she feels wanted and needed -- her greatest fear is stagnation.

PERSONALITY: capricorn. ambitious, practical, patient, fond of plans and figuring things out -- but she doesn’t like when things don’t fit her worldview and can get very #negative. she’s actually very charming -- her steady way of speaking, dry sense of humour, and habit of looking at whoever is talking like they’re the only person in the galaxy make her very popular, and she’s got a leader’s heart through and through. 

but she doesn’t consider herself charming because she’s not like, say, super gregarious cult leader revan type charming. she wants to be her best, and she has a deep sense of faith and loyalty -- she accepted her banishment from the order, would later accept their attempt to cut her off from the force again, and decided to return to the order once she felt worthy of it, not the other way around. 

BETWEEN THE WAR AND PERAGUS: she’s on the very edges of known space, not paying much attention to anything -- there are rumours of a war out there, but it’s not immediate to her. working as a repair person, she drifts in and out of various systems, relieved that nobody out there seems to know what a jedi is, that the faces are so different from everything she’s known. she’s a bit of an oddity wherever she goes, so she takes to hiding herself under masks and cloaks and the such, and thinks of revan whenever she does. wonders how revan’s identity maybe got lost when she first put on that mask. wonders if she lost herself. 

she’s very, very lonely -- she craves the stability of real relationships, a real routine and a home, but she feels like she shouldn’t, she can’t, out here. people are still drawn to her, but she turns them all away. her exile was just as much self-imposed as anything else.

REVAN: well, all of the above in revan’s section. from her side of things: she sometimes envied revan. most knights did; revan was the shining golden child of the order, and plenty were compared to her and found wanting. bree was one such; she never received the same kind of praise revan did. her ability to draw people to her made the council suspicious of her and she found herself under much scrutiny, and she rebelled by becoming a surer leader, gathering friends to protect her from the disregard of the council. revan, on the other hand, seemed beloved by all, with very little trouble.

these feelings, combined with the general clash of their personalities, means that bree always felt wrong-footed around revan. maybe this is what saved her; revan’s regard would make any person feel empowered, but bree’s reluctance to see them as friends meant that she didn’t get hooked on the idea of power. as is, it marks the differences between them; revan only creates the illusion of empowering others while keeping all control/power for herself, but bree genuinely does this, genuinely boosts people up. she’ll never know that revan was jealous herself of bree’s real connections; revan could feel lonely at times.

bree didn’t think revan would fall; like obi-wan about anakin, it was kind of a, “i trust my shady pal to reject the dark side.” she didn’t even realize that revan had fallen after malachor; she just thought revan couldn’t face what they’d done yet. it was a bit of a shock for her to come back to known space and learn that revan had gone FULL SITH and then gotten redeemed and saved the galaxy while she was away. it makes her realize she doesn’t know revan at all. this unexpectedly saddens her; her own time away from the order has allowed her to become more wholly critical of them, and she thinks that revan and her always had more in common than she’d care to admit.

it’s this, and knowing that revan is needed, and everything revan represents about herself and the war -- this is why she goes after revan in wild space, and this is part of her healing process. both of theirs, really, as they discover on the long trip back home.

ATRIS: bree doesn’t really ‘get’ her effect on others, so she has a hard time reading their feelings. it’s the flipside to the deep pull/ability to form bonds that she has: she brings people in, but she has no idea what to do with them when they’re there. atris is an example of this. she and atris were contemporaries and very good friends, but when atris came to realize the depth of feeling she had for bree, it scared her. she retreated into her histories and watched bree from afar, and bree was like, “um ... i think my friend doesn’t like me now??? ouch okay ... i will releasemy angst about this into the force and move on” and atris was like “oh i see how it is she’s forgotten about me, friend to all is friend to none!”

this righteousness (and sense of betrayal) continued when bree followed revan into war, but as the archivist recording the war and seeing its atrocities she found herself feeling guilty -- not just for doing nothing, but also for allowing bree to go off alone. she feels that bree, like so many others, has fallen for revan’s charms and it sparks envy in her. if only she had the nerve to do what revan and bree did, if only she were bolder, like this matched pair of sun and moon that revan and bree are -- an undeniable, natural force. she knows these feelings aren’t jedi-like and tries to smother them under anger at their treachery, but she continues to nurse this jealousy and it fuels her later actions.

she didn’t feel as triumphant about exiling bree as she thought she would, though. 

bree was hurt by atris’s negative feelings for her, and when it came to their final battle, all she wanted was a reason why. atris’s explanation of her feelings was not at all what she was expecting, but it was a relief to know it wasn’t just b/c atris saw some horrible thing in her. she didn’t want to kill atris -- in atris’s own fall, she saw what could have happened to her if her own jealousy of revan had become dark. she thinks of her and atris as two sides of the same coin in a way, and atris would be humbled to learn that bree sees them that way, since she felt unimportant to bree for so long.

KREIA: bree LOVED kreia because i loved kreia. her relationship with kreia was alike to her one with revan -- she felt kreia walked on a knife’s edge but figured it wasn’t a risk because she knew her. their bond was the deepest one she’s ever felt, since she never had a proper master. in many ways bree was starved for some teacherly affection lol so she clung to kreia. she didn’t agree with kreia’s utilitarian/nihilistic views (she’s more a ‘sacrifice herself first and foremost’ type) but she respected kreia’s wisdom. she flourished under kreia’s teachings, and her greatest hope was that she could teach kreia some things in turns -- they say a proper master/padawan relationship goes both ways. 

kreia was also someone who seemed to really understand what she’d been through -- bao-dur was also in the war, for example, but he didn’t have to make decisions the way bree had to. kreia knows what it is to make hard choices, and bree respects that. basically, kreia made her feel less alone. she would have done anything to redeem kreia in the end -- she came to terms with the fact that she didn’t fall (as she long suspected, since she was exiled) but the line between a jedi and a fallen jedi is a very thin one indeed. she realized she does believe in redemption, truly madly deeply, and if kreia had surrendered she would have welcomed kreia back with open arms. 

kreia loved and respected her too, and to me her death was akin to malak’s -- changing after so many years as a sith would have been the hardest thing they could have ever done, but revan and bree would have stood by them. like revan, bree mourns kreia’s passing. she likes to think that sometimes, she can still feel kreia, hear her as a whisper in the back of her head giving her advice, but that’s just a fancy.

MICAL OR BRIANNA: both! #MODS

REGRET: yes, definitely. her guilt about the war and malachor is strange -- because she cut herself off from the force to avoid the pain of it her brain sort of refuses to touch on it too closely, glosses over the details of what she’s done. it’s a quiet, pervasive sort of inner melancholia. yet she also stands by the fact that she did what she did to help the galaxy and she would do it all over again if need be -- she doesn’t believe in excuses, it’s more like, she’s very practical about the WHY of her doing it and accepting and seeking punishment for her culpability after the fact. she never wants to go to war again, that’s for sure -- but i think she can never regret the war to the point of never having wanted to do it in the first place because the idea of the war being pointless would shatter her.

TRAUMATIZED BY VISIONS: i think she was never the type to have much of the ‘unified force’ visions type, so the vividness of the experience was very weird for her. but she’s a good egg, so it worked out -- she rejected malak’s offer, she helped the republic soldiers (which made her realize that while she WOULD do it all over again, she would try and do it better, which is maybe a fallacy but she can be stubborn when she digs her heels in about something.) she defended kreia against her companions -- because from her POV, her companions were baselessly attacking kreia purely for being a sith when kreia hadn’t done anything yet and could be brought back. (she tried to just knock them out, but ofc kreia killed them all. she vows that if, in reality, kreia were to ever hurt her other friends she would do something about it. she won’t have their blood on her hands again.) some of this was seeing malak reminded her of revan ... and of course, revan is the final vision. 

the sight of herself as a darksider at revan’s side was the most unsettling part of the experience, actually. it was the moment she realized just how important she could have been to revan. revan was also the only one she couldn’t tell herself was a vision even though intellectually she knew it to be -- this was no thought exercise, no abstract vision from the force. this felt so real it was like she had actually fallen for a second. if she hadn’t been able to fight/slay revan, she would have been more fucked up, but still -- she’s a jedi and i think like? she ultimately treated the experience like the knighthood trials she’d had to do -- it’s not pretty to face the dark corners of your mind, but you must.

ROMANCE: lesbian triad with brianna and visas, natch!

LS/DS: lightsided all the way, baby

THE ORDER: now THERE’S a kettle of fish. otoh, the jedi are her family, her calling, her meaning. she’s a believer, and she accepts her punishments and that she could have had more faith in the council. otoh, being exiled from the order was a punch to the gut -- she’d have preferred execution, tbh. she was relieved to learn they hadn’t cut her off from the force but it stung that they had let her go on for all those years without the force, believing it a punishment, like they were piggybacking on her self-inflicted suffering to teach her a lesson. she sees their failings. she felt betrayed.

but she is a very level-headed person, and she’s not a blind follower. she has always been the type to question her masters. she thinks there are valid reasons to leave the order. she doesn’t by-the-book the code, more doing what the force tells her is right (no wonder she was so lost those years of travel! she had no guidance of any kind; she didn’t know how to be a person, it was a lesson she needed to learn.) 

ultimately, she is a jedi. for the first chunk of the journey she tried to hide from it, didn’t use the force, didn’t dress in the robes, didn’t identify as one and was defensive if someone called her a jedi. but coming to dantooine changed something in her -- she felt it would be callow to enter the temple dressed like some merc with a blaster. so she gave in to her lightsaber and her robes and entered as a jedi. the most important part was meeting the lost padawan thief -- in the girl’s childlike inability to survive/over-reliance on her master she saw what she wasn’t. she was a grown woman, a general, a knight, a master, someone who had survived a decade with no force, someone who had never needed a master to hold her hand. she knew right then that she would always be a jedi, and that there was more to being a jedi than simply calling yourself one. 

so she started to heal in her relationship with the order going forward. she started to talk more openly of jedi practises to her companions, and started to train them. she didn’t want the jedi order to die. she knew it was so much more than any one person, or even a temple of people -- it’s something necessary, and sacred.

POST-GAME: yes, fully reconnected with the force. and yes, as mentioned above, she finds revan. it’s a thrilling journey. bastila didn’t want her to go -- “the order needs you” “i’m a jedi, not a bureaucrat” “you are more than that. you are a light, a leader, a guiding star. i cannot --” “and yet, you will.” her friends wanted her to leave even less, but they understood it was something she needed to do, and were touched by the trust she placed in them. brianna totally tried to sneak into the cargo hold of her ship. visas joined her. bree had to practically carry them both out, lol. 

when she comes back with revan she’s surprised to find people still want her to lead, not revan. revan is all “omg sis please .... half of them are worried i’ll go sith again the other half don’t even know who i am ..... you’re the one who rebuilt the order” and yeah bree for grandmaster i don’t make the rules that’s just how it is. more jedi come out of the woodwork as things settle down and the order starts to flourish again and bree HATES having to deal with political types and all that but she does it because well. she gotta. 

her life is pretty quiet lol i actually think if any drama happens it’ll fall more on revan’s head than hers but if revan gets into trouble bree is there in a heartbeat. they’re bonded now (not force-wise, spiritually) and have become like sisters. bree probably outlives revan and it hurts.

POST-GAME FOR COMPANIONS: mira, mical, brianna and visas all become jedi. (mira and brianna after the game’s timeline because i could NOT with them for some reason lol ...) my atton died </3 and bree mourns him in quiet moments where she plays pazaak in her head against his ghost. visas turns out to be surprisingly good with younglings -- it’s been so long since she’s seen young lives brimming with the force, and it reminds her of home. and the kids LOVE her -- everyone wants visas as a master. there have been fistfights over this. (it took her a long time to accept being called master, side note.)

brianna is NOT good with kids and is like “i shall focus on improving security ...” but she totally creates a brand new form that really integrates hand-to-hand with lightsaber combat. it’s very popular. brianna also tries to go home but the sisters never do forgive her. (it’s hard for her loved ones to watch; she always needs to be told she has a new family.) canderous re-establishes mandalore and starts getting some ideas in his head about a new conquest to build up pride again but that’s when revan comes back and is like “no, bad boy, down, sit” and like, no mandalorian legend will EVER admit that the Savior of the Mandalorian Peoples Canderous Mandalore was totally whipped by a jedi. instead they focus on infrastructure! politics! social securities! other exciting things!

mira becomes something of an errant knight -- she’s not really into the trappings of the order at all, but she calls herself a jedi in honour of bree and the training she got. she likes to travel around and just help out where she can. she’s still very good at finding people; bounty proceeds mostly go to families of the victims of whomever she catches and other times it’s just like, finding a lost little girl. she loves it, and it’s a hell of a lot easier with the force. i also bet she leaves a trail of broken hearts all over the galaxy lol. 

mical works in the archives and bree likes to be like “hey you worked for the republic go talk to their representatives for me” and he only lets her get away with this 1/2 the time. the other 1/2 he’s like “you must forgive me i have holobooks to sort ....” and then disappears for like, a week, into the stacks. bree always has to send someone in there to find him and then inevitably they’ll learn he actually dipped out to go track down a rare copy of something or another on a planet a trillion miles away and he’ll be back in a month with super rare items and a mild “oh sorry you were looking for me?” it drives her up the wall.

t3 and hk go with her when she retrieves revan and stick close to the both of them for the rest of their lives, natch.

RANDOM STUFF: unlike revan, VERY good at fighting and tech stuff and all that. she’s mad talented. she has a lot of random skills that she happens to be AMAZING at, like, baking and droid design and fake crying and poetry writing and all this stuff. everyone’s used to saying “well, bree probably knows how...” 

the punchline is that she SUCKS at flying and the idea of swoop racing makes her want to vomit. revan loves that there’s this one thing she’s VASTLY better at and will challenge bree to flying/driving/swooping related challenges that she knows bree can’t help but accept even though she HATES it. it’s a running joke in the order that their famous, powerful grandmaster can’t even use a speeder without something going horribly wrong.

the running theme of all of these is I HAVE SUFFERED ENOUGH I DESERVE A SOFT EPILOGUE. also, as with luke in canon, and revan in swtor ‘canon’, i think there’s this ‘need’ you see in various fictions where a great hero cannot live a normal life in the ‘after’ -- they must either die, or disappear. it’s like we can’t accept the idea that they could be ‘ordinary’ and ‘brought down.’ that it’s a disservice to their story in some way. but one of my favourite fantasy authors is tamora pierce and i always loved that her heroes get to live, get to marry and settle down and appear in future stories centered on new heroes. i love the idea of a living legend who just wants to be a person like anyone else. i’m not opposed to further drama in their lives, keeps it spicy, but yeah -- i want revan and the exile to be around, to have to deal with the ins and outs of daily life, to do the hard work of rebuilding the order, the republic. i want them to be tangible beings. so. that’s my take on it.