#daytwentyfive

[ilonga]

angstpril day 25

alt prompt used: So Close Yet So Far

ao3

continuation of the winter soldier/amnesia au, follow up to this and this

It's nearly a year into training Ahsoka when Obi-wan finally has his suspicions confirmed in the worst way. 

They're on a mission, him and Ahsoka—a reconnaissance mission on a jungle planet with only a few clones for backup. It had been his idea for them to scout ahead while the clones stood guard by the camp. He regrets it, now. They'd returned to the clones dead.

The work of a lightsaber.

The work of a Sith.

He's heard of the new Sith assassin, of course; the Sith Master, whoever he is, seems to be snatching up minions like meiloorun fruit. They're deadlier and quieter than Ventress, who seems to prefer making memorable impressions, but not quite as destructive as Grievous. 

Either way, it was a mystery Obi-wan was hoping not to get closer to. Especially not with his pada—new padawan in tow.

(He's very proud of Ahsoka. But he's still bitter at the circumstances of their union. The Council means well, he knows. But it still feels like he's spitting on Anakin's memory, irrational as the thought is.)

"Master," Ahsoka says shakily. "That doesn't look like Ventress's work."

"No," he agrees. "I believe we might be making a new acquaintance today." 

Escape is, unfortunately, not an option, considering that they're rather surrounded by trees shrubbery at the moment and that the ship is much too far to reach in time. They'll be cut down in minutes. Their only option is to stand and fight.

The assassin is near. Obi-wan can sense them. Their presence is—strange. Blank. Familiar, almost.

He and Ahsoka exchange an uneasy glance.

The shaky truce lasts for another two seconds before the assassin allegedly has enough and a saber ignites behind them. He and Ahsoka turn in unison, pulling out their own weapons, but the assassin is practically already on top of them.

The battle is quick and furious. The assassin, whoever they are, has only one goal—killing them.

Or, well, as the blank, soulless blue eyes bore into him, it occurs to Obi-wan that he might be the primary target. The assassin spares hardly a glance for Ahsoka at all. 

The figure behind all of those mysterious Jedi killings is targeting him. Specifically. 

He deflects another blow that would have taken his arm off if he hadn't been paying attention. He's aggressive, certainly. The mask—muzzle?—covering half his face doesn't seem to hinder him at all.  

But his eyes are so. . . empty. Not like Ventress, or Dooku, or even Grievous, tiresome as the cyborg is. It's as if Obi-wan is fighting a puppet, not a person.

(But why does something seem so familiar?)

A very dangerous puppet, Obi-wan remembers, when his distraction nearly loses him his eye. Good grief, he can't let his curiosity get him and his padawan killed. What sort of Jedi is he?

"Master!" Ahsoka shouts, and suddenly she leaps, aiming for the assassin's head—

The assassin turns to meet her attacks—

Obi-wan moves from behind—

And catches the mask. Which now has a massive gash through the middle, from the upper cheek to the chin. 

And shows the assassin's face.

"Anakin?"

What in the galaxy—how could this have happened? Anakin is dead, has been since the Battle of Geonosis, but—

You always knew something was off, a vicious voice in his head whispers, Didn't you find it strange that there was no body?

 Anakin, what have they done to you?

 Anakin's eyes widen at that, though they're still frighteningly blank. He presses forward but it's more hesitant, now. His brows are furrowed.

Ahsoka has no such qualms.

"This is your old Padawan?" she shouts incredulously and parries another swipe only to return with a strong one of her own. "Why is he trying to kill us?"

Those words also seem to strike some sort of chord in him, because Anakin slows even more, blinking rapidly. 

And then Ahsoka catches him with her shoto across the face.

"Ahsoka," he shouts, something in him twisting at the sight of Anakin injured. But it's no use. Anakin scrambles back into the woods, pulling the force tightly around him and practically vanishing, force wise and sightwise.

No. Obi-wan has to find him.

Ahsoka holds him back. "Unless you want to be fried bantha meat, Master, we've got to get out of here now."

"I have to find him," he says blankly. "We have to bring him back."

"We can't do anything if we're dead." She jerks her head in the other direction and—oh. Obi-wan senses it too, now.

Droids.

Too many droids.

They don't have time.

Heart in his throat, Obi-wan takes one last glance back before they leave the jungle—and Anakin—behind for good.

*

"Am I to understand," Sidious says from above him, anger reined in tightly. "that not only did you fail to kill Kenobi, you allowed both him and his apprentice to discover your identity?"

Identity. That's a funny word, isn't it. Before his encounter with the Jedi and his apprentice he didn't even know he'd had one. 

Anakin, Kenobi had said. Your padawan, the younger girl had said. 

So he was the man from his strange dreams, then. Obi-wan Kenobi. It's a relief, to finally have a name to put to the face. But what in the galaxy does it mean?

Had they known him? Had he known them? 

But his life has always been just this. The cell, the missions, the darkness. His Master. Unless—

"Answer me, Vader."

He drags his gaze back upwards. To any of Sidious's questions, there is only one correct answer. "Yes, Master."

The smell of ozone hits before the pain registers. 

He's burning, he's burning, he's burning alive from the inside out— 

Electricity crackles through his flesh, his bones, his veins. It lights up the room in strange hues as the sharp pain digs into him relentlessly, not giving up even as his throat tears in two. The metal arm dangles uselessly beside him, spasming as someone far away screams.

"I am giving you one last chance," his Master says, finally granting him a reprieve from the lightning. He crumples to his knees, gasping against the blessedly cool floor.

"Fail again to kill Kenobi, and you will be disposed of."

[klara019]

Angstpril day 25

Visiting a grave (alternative prompt)

(check tags for tw)

Kya sat on the wooden bench. The cold wind was blowing, clouds were getting thicker and the first drops started hitting autumnal leaves. The day was appearing sadly, drab colours of the environment were matching to all the guilt and grief she was feeling.

“It’s been a long time since I last saw you.”

Kya leaned against the wet seat back. She shivered when she felt water soaking her dark coat.

“It seems like it’s over. Amon is gone, Korra is restoring people’s bendings. Air nomads are finally safe.”

She paused for a second and closed her eyes.

“Looks like people are safe now. The danger is gone, there is no need to worry. I hope you can see it. I’m so proud of you…”

It started to rain more. Drops and tears were running down her tired face.

“I’m sorry,” she wiped her tears. “You know it’s hard, I can’t move on. I’ve tried but I just can’t.”

“I would do anything to bring you back here, we could smile and you would say that it wasn’t a big deal, you know. You always came across as a tough guy.”

She laughed a little but it sounded more like sobbing than the actual laugh.

“I still set the table for two. I can’t get used to living alone, even the bed seems too big these days. I remember that you complained about it being too small for two. I want you back.”

She didn’t expect anything to happen. And she was right, the grave was a little darker than it was when she arrived, it was because it was wet now.

She didn’t want to look at the epitaph or even on the name of the person that was lying there.

She didn’t want to feel anything.

She took a deep breath.

“I need to go now but I’ll visit you tomorrow, I promise.”

She stood up and put a beautiful, yellow tulip on the stony grave.

“You’re favourite.”

She was about to go but she turned around one last time.

“See you tomorrow.”

[hannibal-obsessed]

How to successfully cut a body into 6 pieces! #halloweenadvent #daytwentyfive #halloweenpopadvent #halloween #halloweenadventcalendar #funkopops #funkos #hannibalpopadvent #hannibal #tinyhannibal #willgraham #tinywillgraham #margotverger #tinymargotverger https://www.instagram.com/p/CGxvMeTFbvM/?igshid=fa8ush956gxj

[axellvcero]

#Inktober2019 #dayTwentyfive #tasty #inktoberday25 Ya es época de pan de muerto... Pa los muertos #inktober #tinta #traditionalsketch #Sketches #Sketch #October #LvcerosInktober #Autumn #AxelLvcero #LvceroStereo #myart #Daily #ArtistOnInstagram #DrawingForce #diademuertos #pandemuerto #dayofthedeads #bread #calaca #tilicayflaca https://www.instagram.com/p/B4eGPBuDG4n/?igshid=1544b74x7qaz9

[radillusion]

55. Get a new phone

This also happened yesterday, someone at work (I don't know who) dropped my phone, and the bottom part literally shattered that I could see the insides. There was like an inkblot stain all over it too.

So I had to get a new phone right after work, ended up picking up an iPhone XS Max.

75 days to go.

[faintest-first-starlight]

145/365 Last ones ( I think) #mayphotochallenge #daytwentyfive https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm7uEPYJQ9o/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[happyrealities]

Hey Man

You’ve been like  Structured

You have like Pondered

Its’ all really good.

You’ll make my world.

Happy Birthday honey...

Seriously and ALWAYS Pretentiously,

Selfie crumble love.

Enjoy... because...you should.

[chinabambi]

Day 25: Puppet 🎭🖤🖊👻🎃✍🏻 ・・・ #mabsdrawlloweenclub 🖤 #yaaay #draw #drawmore #letsdothis #creative #littlebookofdoodles #artist #illustrator #potd #doodle #october #ghost #friendlyghost #daytwentyfive #halloween #happyhalloween #pumpkin #fashion #fashionsketch #drawlloween #drawlloween2020 #puppet (at Cheltenham, Gloucestershire) https://www.instagram.com/p/CG_Un98J_9C/?igshid=8qyygg8khziw

[feverieiro]

05.09.2016. Always a good thing to remember. the past series: day twenty five

[osbigodesdamaria]

Day #25 Every day is the same... Stay tunned! Follow the stories! . #stayathomejournal #daytwentyfive #notinthemood #dontpanic #longdays #staythefuckhome #illustration #contemporaryart #portugueseillustration #portugueseillustrator #portugueseillustrators #worldillumination #contemporary #artistaspt #pt #minimal #portugueseillustrations #p3top #gerador #instiesgerador #covid #covid19 #coronavirus #corona #virus #osbigodesdamaria https://www.instagram.com/p/B-sK_0IHCz9/?igshid=2jo5ttm7bxd1

[jhannamosa]

February | Month of L.O.V.E. | Day 25 of 29 ❤💞 #february #monthoflove #daytwentyfive https://www.instagram.com/p/B8-HDKagmja/?igshid=2hiatcqnvbsl

[axellvcero]

#Inktober #DayTwentyFive #Ship "My youth in Arcadia" One of my first approaches to the anime was Mr. Leiji Matsumoto with Captain Harlock: My Youth in Arcadia, I used to watch it with my grandma and my bro. It's such a masterpiece! I always admire the bonds that linked Harlock with Toshiro, a brotherhood that can transcend generations, the eye! The background of "My youth in Arcadia" take place in the future, with the earth being "dominated" by an extraterrestrial force, leading to a oppressed life against the human resistance, the only hope of freedom is being a space renegade. That's when Harlock rises as the Space Pirate, a great leader who fight for freedom in the sea of stars. So yeah I can tell, I have my youth (childhood) in Arcadia... And for the new generations, I hope the #BingoBongo drive you to this great and awesome anime. #Inktober2017 #Arcadia #Harlock #LeijiMatsumoto #Toshiro #SpacePirate #Youth

[godisastagemanager]

Saturday, January 25th, 2020 8:00AM - Get up and Get Ready for Auditions. 9:15AM - Arrive at the CTG to set up for Pride and Prejudice Auditions. 10:00AM to 5:00PM Watch 50 people audition for a multitude of roles. 6:00PM Go to Friend’s Birthday party. 8:00PM Watch the AMAZING opening night of Matilda the Musical at the @canyontheatreguild 11:45PM die of exhaustion on the recliner. Long day to say the least, but fun filled and got to spend it with my girl @coupygirl #theatrelife🎭 #neverflysolo #prideandprejudice #auditions #friends #longday #matildathemusical #ctg50 #busylife #wouldnthaveitanyotherway #daytwentyfive #daytwentyfiveof366 https://www.instagram.com/p/B7xmii0AUjC/?igshid=lwwe96ig9hx3

[melneedsakidney]

Today I am devoted to not waiting in vain! #IyanlaVanzant #UntilToday #DailyDevotions #WaitingInVain #Religion #Spirituality #God #BuyThisBook #DayTwentyFive #SelfImprovement #ChangeYourThinking #ChangeYourLife (at The House of Tuff) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7v_pAcA9K6/?igshid=1n0m9s487s5eb

[faintest-first-starlight]

115/365 Why in late April? Just why. #aprilphotochallenge #daytwentyfive https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm0c7Vhtwv5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[prinsez05]

opening the last day of the 2019 advent calendar ~ it is late on purpose ~ some advent calendars go until the 24th and some the 25th ~ this one only went until the 24th so an executive decision was made to save it for today, as we are celebrating Christmas eve and day one more time with @kerryanneserody and @shankopotamus24 ~ so, day twenty four/five/six ~ the baby Jesus is born ~ Merry Christmas (we sorta knew the ending) #daytwentyfive #dolly #babyjesus #jesusisborn #jesusbirthday #whitechristmas #classic #advent #adventcalendar #countdown #Christmas #christmastime #christmaseve #christmasadvent #vintage #midcentury #ephemera #vintageimage #ohChristmastree #Christmastree #openme #angel #mechnical #louisarawle (at Ridley Park, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6jH0Y3Htzm/?igshid=1x7f73x75qznw