#dha kar'ta 'verse

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Dha Kar'ta small snippet

i'm REAL excited for this next chapter y'all. there's pining, and politics, and bonding with the haat'ade, and obi-wan knowing too much about things he shouldn't even know about in the first place, which as i'm writing all that out, that's kind of just what this fic... is

Mando'a: Mand'alor - contended ruler of Mandalore jetii - "Jedi" Haat'ade - shortned form of Haat Mando'ade meaning "True Children of Mandalore" jetii'verd - lit. "Jedi soldier"; tho with verd as a suffix it's more like addressing someone by rank jetii'alor - lit. "Jedi commander", "Jedi leader"; also more like a respectful address

  Obi-Wan laughs. “I’ll refrain then, Mand’alor. Next time, though, you shouldn’t let me fall asleep in your tent, or you should at least wake me if I do.” He isn’t even entirely sure how he had ended up in Jango’s bed, or when.

  “I wasn’t going to be able to sleep this afternoon anyway, jetii,” Jango refutes, searching through the datapads stacked precariously in front of him to find a specific one, which he hands to Obi-Wan before he can, indeed, keep pestering him about resting. “Kal compiled everything from the battle for you to look over,” Jango says, not even trying to pretend he isn’t trying to head off said pestering.

  Unable to help a small, fond sigh, Obi-Wan takes the ’pad and leans on the side of the table facing the desk. “Do you need my opinion on something specific?” he asks, looking over the numbers he’d heard on the way back from Keldabe, and finds them adjusted only a little bit from then. “The only casualties were from the Keldabe clans?” That’s impressive, even considering how much more training the Haat’ade have than Death Watch.

  Jango settles to lean on the side of his desk facing the table. “We got lucky,” he agrees, crossing his arms over his chest; Obi-Wan idly wonders if his shirt is blue or red today. “And no, I don’t need anything from you, I simply knew you would want to see the numbers.”

  The more he witnesses Jango’s first-hand knowledge of Obi-Wan, the less violating it feels, which is definitely something to meditate on later. “They’ll certainly be helpful when we confront Satine again.”

  Jango groans at that, slumping his shoulders. “I was hoping to avoid speaking with her again.”

  “You know we can’t do that, not after the way our last... discussion ended.” He wishes he could be surprised that Satine would ally with Death Watch even temporarily, but he knows that given the choice between bending a few of her morals or losing her seat of power completely, even she would shake hands with Tor Vizsla. 

  Jango rubs a hand over his eyes. “I’m aware, jetti’verd, but that doesn’t mean I hate it any less.”

  Whatever Obi-Wan had planned to say halts before his tongue, and he stares at Jango with his grip too tight on the ’pad. “Jetti’verd?” he asks incredulously, and Jango just smirks at him.

  “You refuse a Mandalorian position, in my council or otherwise; are you going to refuse one tailor-made for you, as well?”

  Obi-Wan splutters. “I am not a soldier.”

  “Would you prefer jetti’alor?”

  He can’t help scowling, not used to anyone but Quinlan ribbing him like this, not since he was a junior padawan. Well, Siri didn’t mind less-than-kind banter, but Obi-Wan had spent very little time with her after she was knighted, and he’s only spent a fraction more time with the rest of their friends. Even Yan and his playful needling doesn’t feel like this, less like a mentor teasing and chiding a mentee, more like a friend poking at you because he thinks your indignance is funny.

  Obi-Wan just has no idea what Jango hopes to gain from it.

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there is so much lore so MUCH lore and world-building coming up in dha kar'ta and only like 90% comes from obi-wan osmosis-ing it from dha

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Mij snags Obi-Wan two steps from Myles’ ship, before he can follow Jango to the command tent, and pulls him to the nearest medical tent instead.

“Alright, off with the armour, Hotshot, Myles says you faced Bo-Katan alone.”

*shoves this into the void and runs*

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"What I’m getting at is that of kriffing course it’s Jango that has some sort of Force magic bullshit connection to a Jedi.”

*whispers* hello

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i um actually finished chapter 12 of dha kar’ta? i mean, i haven’t slept yet so i haven’t edited it yet but umm yeah that’s a thing. that i did. you guys have just been so fecking nice in the comments?? like over thirty of you, and some of you have gone back to reread the whole thing, and i’m mostly writing this story for me and fiori, but it makes me so so happy that so many other people are invested in it and enjoying it to this extent

yeah i just. love you all. new dha kar’ta chapter sometime in the next week. wear a mask, stay safe, y’all 🧡🌻🧡

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Jango searches his eyes for something Obi-Wan still isn’t sure if he finds, and even with Ch’Thehvoc’s scarf between them, he does know what Jango is thinking.

This does not end here.

wait what’s this?? dha kar’ta on a friday???

it was an accident i had no idea what day it was

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Yan strokes his beard to try and hide his fond amusement. "Coruscant is fine, Obi-Wan, the Temple is fine. Though, I suppose the Senate has not yet heard of anything happening on Mandalore, so that is likely to change very soon."

i swear i meant to get this up yesterday, but to be fair, i haven’t gone to bed yet so i can pretend it’s still friday

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 “Master Ti, does Vizsla have ties to Coruscant?”

 Shaak looks up with a blink of surprise, so it must not have come up in any of her Shadows’ reports. “Don’t tell me you’ve found something already.”

whoops this one is super long cause obi wouldn’t shut tf up and jango wouldn’t stop flirting

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Mandalore recognises him. He knows it from the moment they disembark from The Legacy, when that same jolt runs up his legs to his chest, when Dha greets the planet like an old friend. 

ayyy i’m not dead and also this is over 6,000 words ‘cause i have no self control. there is. a lot of gay in this one.

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Hello! Love your writing I especially loved the dooku and obi wan scene in your latest chapter so much so I'm requesting something with more dooku and obi wan bonding if you have time/feel inspired! Maybe dooku going qui gon you fool why'd you reject a perfectly good padawan look at him you gave him anxiety and just like adopting obi wan bc he secretly likes being a grandpa

(not sure if you intended for this to be in dha kar’ta ‘verse, but that’s absolutely where i’ve decided to put it

because i’ve secretly been hoping someone would ask about their first meeting in ‘verse and i.... i didn’t know where to fit it into the actual fic sooooo have some backstory! side note that i think the ceremony from the 2003 Clone Wars is a mite dramatic, so i cherry-picked the bits that i liked ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

  The council has never known quite what to make of him, this tiny temperamental spitfire from a planet on the edge of wildspace, so their confusion when he returns from Illum with a darksaber at his side and someone else’s memories in his head – well, it isn’t exactly new.

  When he hands his new ‘saber to Master Plo and he ignites the blade, when the chamber somehow grows even quieter than before, Obi-Wan expects questions, he expects demands for an explanation, for some reason he expects pity. He does not expect for Master Yoda to stare at him before bursting into hoarse cackles that startle even Master Windu .

  “Hrrmmm! An interesting development this is! But unsurprising perhaps it should be, yes. Your first tie to Mandalore this is not, hrm?”

  Obi-Wan swallows. “Master Yoda, I...”

  “Hmm hmm,” the old troll continues to chuckle over the whistle of his lightsaber. “To defend yourself there is no need, Padawan Kenobi. Put us through idle trials the Force does not, hm? Unclear now though it is, reveal itself the answer will, yes. Understand, do you?”

  A familiar lesson that his master had drilled into his head in his very first days of apprenticeship. “Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan murmurs, and with a nod to the grandmaster, Plo steps back in front of Obi-Wan; the remaining masters take their seats. 

  “Padawan Kenobi,” Plo starts softly, as if the words are just for him and not the council, “In light of your successful apprenticeship and your noteworthy accomplishments before and during the Invasion of Naboo, the council waives all necessity for formal assessment by the Trials. With your permission to take the place of your master, by the right of the council and the will of the Force, I would be honoured to knight you, Padawan Kenobi.”

  Sucking in a breath, Obi-Wan steps forward and allows Plo to take up his padawan braid. When Plo raises his ‘saber to his temple, Obi-Wan does not flinch.

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  He steps out of the council chambers alone, but he doesn't remain that way for long: Anakin runs up to him immediately, newly dressed in the soft dark clothes of the créche as he throws himself bodily into Obi-Wan’s arms. With an oof of surprise, Obi-Wan catches him, and somehow manages not to topple them both over.

  “Anakin,” he says breathlessly, looking around the waiting area for Qui-Gon –Force, he hopes it isn’t Qui-Gon– but finds his grandmaster instead, slowly and purposefully joining them before the council doors. Obi-Wan’s throat closes.

  “Congratulations, Knight Kenobi,” Yan Dooku rumbles pleasantly, raising a brow at Anakin until he steps back with a sheepish smile. “Young Skywalker expressed a desire to come congratulate you himself, and as I was already headed this direction, I thought I would escort him.”

  “Master Dooku said I can’t call you Obi-Wan anymore now that you’re a knight, but I think that’s stupid,” Anakin says, rocking on his feet. 

  Obi-Wan hasn’t ever met his master’s master even in passing, not with Dooku’s time with the sentinels and how rarely Qui-Gon was ever actually in-Temple during Obi-Wan’s training. Senior apprentice rumours had Master Dooku pegged to leave the Order, after ten too many arguments with the council; Obi-Wan hadn’t expected a proper introduction while Dooku was still a Jedi.

  At his side, Obi-Wan’s lightsaber hums warmly, rising in volume until it’s almost a scream. Neither Dooku nor Anakin seem to notice, and Obi-Wan’s other two ‘sabers never sang to him like this, but perhaps... perhaps he knows what they’re trying to tell him, anyways.

  Wordlessly, Obi-Wan holds out his padawan braid clenched in his fist, meeting Dooku’s surprised eyes squarely and without fear.

  “Am I the one you should be giving that to, Knight Kenobi?” Dooku asks softly, no accusation in his voice – just an infinite sort of sadness.

  Obi-Wan swallows and forces his mouth to work. “Will you allow me to share in your studies?” Even Anakin knows this is something big, bigger than he understands, and says nothing as Dooku’s brows furrow deep enough to darken the lines of his face. But still his ‘saber sings. “I still have much to learn,” Obi-Wan manages, “About my visions in the caves of Ilum, and of myself. I am under no illusion that my training is complete at knighthood, Master Dooku. No, this is where it begins.”

  Tension hangs heavy in the air, Anakin looking between the two of them quickly before settling on Obi-Wan’s outstretched fist. He wonders if the masters can sense just what is happening on the other side of their doors, if that infinite sadness he did not know he shared so intimately with Qui-Gon’s master is as palpable to them as it is to him.

  Finally, Dooku exhales with a bemused chuckle. “It would be an honour, Knight Kenobi,” he says, taking Obi-Wan’s braid from his numb fingers. “But I must warn you that I am a far stricter teacher than your master.”

  And Obi-Wan smiles, his ‘saber vibrating at his hip with an infinite glee, as something feral slips into the Force between them. “With respect, I’m counting on it, Master Dooku.”

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(side note that i looked up where stewjon would be and boy howdy is the wookieepedia an absolute trip. i may or may not be formulating another fix-it.....)

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Obi-Wan smiles innocently up at Jango as he drags a hand down his face. “Jailbait?”

“Just start the kriffing ship.”

sobs i failed to realise i was writing a political drama until just now and i had the same realisation for hunger ‘verse last week 

i will lie in this can of worms i’ve dug

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tagged by @atelier-dayz and I've actually done some writing today so it's not the same as the heads up seven up tag (๑o̴̶̷̥᷅﹏o̴̶̷̥᷅๑) thank you, lovely! I'm really excited for this next chapter (ノ*´◡`)

“Perhaps that’s something we can agree on,” Jango says softly, and tears his gaze away.

this has a ton of context you're not getting, but that would be spoilers (ノ*゜▽゜*)

and uhhh I do not know fifteen authors I don't think, sooo @theclonewarsbrokeme | @adiduck | @mandalorianbrainweasel | another @atelier-dayz because I love getting spoilers | and @feelinkeeli

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Bo-Katan watches at his side with her lips parted, brows pinched, and Tor wishes he could blame the messenger for bringing him this, Kal had kriffing sworn Fett died on that freighter—

“Mand’alor,” Bo-Katan interrupts his wallowing. “Is that a darksaber?”

it’s here! somewhat on time! qui-gon punching happens! jango being gay happens! too-old-for-his-age anakin happens! yan is soft and obi is a nerd! quinlan gets more cookies!

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“You’ve been in my head for three kriffing years, what do you mean ‘what’?”

oops this one’s a lil late but my brain would just. not write today. but here it is! dha ships it!

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Kriff, this probably makes him a terrorist.

*crawls out of my procrastination cave* it’s here and i only want to cry a little bit. this chapter you get cute ani, jango pulling out them receipts, and obi becoming a terrorist. qui-gon punching next week!

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This is a warning, Dha whispers to him, almost sounding forlorn. It is far from over.

first chapter was posted a prompt fill here! you can also read it on ao3.