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[coline7373]

[antianakin]

@theneutralmime

Yes and no?

This presumes that Anakin ending up in the Corps would've been something he'd have accepted, or that Obi-Wan would've accepted, for one. I think Obi-Wan probably would've just straight up left the Order with Anakin if the Council had attempted this. And not because Obi-Wan sees anything wrong with the Corps in general necessarily, but because Obi-Wan very clearly is planning to follow in Qui-Gon's footsteps as part of his deathbed promise, so the man is COMMITTED to Anakin becoming a Jedi Knight, no matter what it takes.

This also presumes that Anakin's bias towards the idea of being a KNIGHT wouldn't have kept him from being able to accept being part of a Corps. Yes, he likes flying, and if he hadn't been promised a future as a Knight, I think he'd have been ecstatic to be in the Corps as a pilot. But that future IS something he's promised, so being sent to the Corps is always going to feel like a rejection and a downgrade, and I don't see that going well for Anakin's future. I feel like he'd just bottle up a lot of resentment about it rather than find the positives in the situation he is now in.

Also, one of the biggest things I tend to say when people ask "what would've saved Anakin" is, "Get him away from Palpatine!" And at first glance, this DOES seem to maybe provide that since the people in the Corps are theoretically often off exploring. But it also presumably isolates him quite a lot from the Jedi themselves which opens up a LOT of possibilities for Palpatine to still manage to reach him. It's not like Anakin's location would be a complete secret and Palpatine has plenty of resources at hand to manipulate him from afar.

It also does remove Obi-Wan from his life, and I maintain that Obi-Wan is the healthiest relationship he ever has and one of the very few people for whom Anakin will sometimes try to hold back his anger and be a better person. So taking out that incredibly balancing presence in Anakin's life might mean taking away one of the few (or only) lifelines he has keeping him from falling ass over teakettle into the dark side. It's POSSIBLE he might bond with someone in the Corps who has a similar effect on him, but there's no way to guarantee that.

So, while you can argue that something like the ExploraCorps would've been a good fit for Anakin, I don't really think that actually being sent to the ExploraCorps would've saved him from falling, and it might've even caused him to fall faster.

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mind you this is a temporary situation.

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

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

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

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

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

[tennessoui]

i love when you make anakin an archival padawan, both AUs are fantastic!!

I think it’s really fun to mess around with different padawan paths either of them could take - I don’t think much of it is canon but it’s cool to just have fun with it. Sure, archival padawan anakin! Healer obi-wan! Flight engineer anakin, crechemaster obi-wan! Hell, AgriCorps obi-wan and culinary padawan anakin who has notes on the food they’re getting from bandomeer and how it could be engineered better for more nutrients and agri-corps obi-wan is like well if doesn’t taste good thats on you lol idk i think I could make it work

[vodika-vibes]

In This Life

Summary: When you and Hardcase manage to catch a glimpse into an alternate timeline (due to a mix of Jedi and Sith artifacts) you learn that you’re not together. In fact, Hardcase doesn’t even know you. For some reason, this doesn’t bother him half as much as it bothers you.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Hardcase x Jedi! GN!Reader

Word Count: 1092

Warnings: None

A/N: So this story is set in a timeline just to the left of the canon timeline, where most everything is the same, but Anakin isn't the General of the 501st. In fact, he's not part of the Jedi Order at all, or if he is, he's part of the ExploraCorps. Please note! If you put yourself on my taglist, and you're not being tagged for some reason, check your visibility!

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“Baby,” Hardcase groans, more asleep than awake, as he rolls over and drapes all of his weight across your body, stopping you from rolling over in bed for the tenth time in ten minutes, “Go to sleep.”

“Sorry, ‘case.” You reply, sheepishly, “I’m not trying to keep you awake.”

He presses a light kiss against your shoulder, and you’re filled with a surge of affection towards the man laying on you. Gently you trail your fingers down his back, and he releases a content sigh.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He asks, some of the grogginess fading as he blinks up at you.

You avert your gaze, “No reason, really.”

His eyes narrow, then he sets his hands on the bed next to your head, and he lifts himself so he’s holding himself off of you, “You’re thinking about the mirror still, aren’t you?”

“...no.” You lie, poorly.

“Baby.”

You purse your lips, and then glance at him, “It really doesn’t bother you that we’re not together in that world?” You ask him, almost hesitantly.

“I dunno. Not really.” He shrugs, “I mean, think about it. If we were together in every reality, then this,” He gestures between himself and you, “seems like it’s, I dunno, ordained or something.”

You tilt your head curiously, not sure you’re following his thought process.

“I like the idea that I chose you, and you chose me.” He adds with a tiny smile, “Not that we’re destined lovers or that some higher power had a hand in pushing us together. But that we picked each other.”

“Oh.”

His thumb brushes your cheek, “You don’t feel the same, I take it?”

You hesitate, and then look away, “It’s dumb.”

“Your feelings are never dumb, cyare.” Hardcase lowers himself so he’s laying on you again, though he’s careful to shift his weight so that he’s not crushing you, “Talk to me. What are you thinking?”

“I just…” You twist your lips, “I liked the idea that I would always pick you and that you would always pick me. Not that we were destined to be together, but that you would always fall in love with me and I would always fall in love with you.”

Hardcase lazily trails his lips across the bridge of your nose, “This is really bothering you, huh?”

“Yeah, well.” You shrug, “I already get enough shit from people for dating you, so that thought helped.”

He pulls back, “What.”

“What what?”

“People are giving you shit about dating me? Who? Why? I want names.”

You blink at him, bemused, “I’ve been accused of taking advantage of you. Multiple times. By multiple people.”

“...I asked you out.”

“I know.”

“I had to beg you to go on a date with me.”

“I remember.”

“You turned me down half a dozen times.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Have you told them this?” Hardcase asks.

“They don’t care. Or they think I’m lying. Or they believe me and they still don’t think it matters because you’re ‘only ten’. Their words, not mine.”

He stares at you, jaw dropped, “Do I look like a ten year old?” Hardcase asks, deeply offended.

“I don’t think so.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he huffs and catches your lips with his own, “I’ve changed my mind.”

“About?”

“We’re now destined lovers. A higher power took one look at us and decided that I was made for you and you were made for me.”

You muffle your laugh, “Case—“

“Will that make them shut up, do you think?”

“I mean, the ones who genuinely believe you’re a child probably won’t care about that either.” You offer with a wry smile.

“Child.” Hardcase repeats, “They think I’m a child. I...legitimately don’t know what to do with that information.” He squints at you, “Do they see Commander Cody as a child too? Alpha-17? The Nulls?”

“Yeah, probably.” You squint at him, “Someone actually named himself The Nulls?”

“What? Oh, no. The Nulls are the oldest of us. There’s 6 of them. I can’t tell you their names because they don’t have much to do with the rest of us.” He pauses, “Though, maybe I’ll reach out and let them know that there’s a portion of the population who think we’re children. That’ll be fun to watch.”

Gently you press your fingers to Hardcase’s cheek, drawing his attention back to you. He falls silent as you lightly trace his tattoos. Starting with the ones on his face, and then trailing your fingers to the ones on his neck, and then across his chest.

He watches you, his lips slightly parted, “What were we talking about?”

You smile at him reassuringly, “We were talking about how people give me a hard time about dating you, and then got side-tracked.”

“Oh, right.” He leans in and kisses you, slowly and deeply. “How’s this then? Right here, right now. In this life. I pick you. I will always pick you. I don’t care what other people say.”

“What happens when the war ends, though? And you have your pick from other people?”

“What other people? You’re who I want. Always. Since the first time Rex introduced you to us as our General.”

“That early?”

“I tripped over Jesse and he’s never let me live it down.” Hardcase admits.

You blink at him, “You didn’t,”

“I did. I was so dazzled by you, that I tripped right into him and knocked him to the ground.” Hardcase kisses you again, and again, “I feel bad for the Hardcase of the other reality, in truth.”

“Yeah?” You ask against his lips.

“My life is so much better with you in it. How sad the other Hardcase’s life must have been.” His lips trail to your throat, and you yelp when he bites down hard enough to leave a noticeable bite mark, “Besides, the other Hardcase’s General? Not half as attractive as you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” His hand slides down your body, skimming over your sleep clothes, “But if you don’t believe me, I’m happy to remind you. In fact, I think I should anyway. Just to reassure you, of course.”

You laugh as he tosses the blanket off your bed, “Hardcase, it’s 2 in the morning.”

“Yeah, and?”

“And we deploy in 5 hours.”

“Five whole hours to remind you how stunning you are? That’s very generous.” He counters with a grin.

And, well, you’ve never been able to say no to Hardcase, not when he looks at you like that. Rex is definitely going to yell at you. Again.

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[adhd-coyote]

can i know about other of mine please 🥺

Yes you may!!!! I have practically nothing written for this au, and honestly I'm not sure I'll ever finish it, but it's one of my favorites <3

Took was already falling back asleep. He nuzzled the back of Obi-Wan’s neck with a content hum, while Gray yawned and entwined his fingers with Obi-Wan’s, still curled into Gray’s shirt, and Ben stroked his side. Obi-Wan found his eyes fluttering closed, and while he didn’t sleep, he drifted. This was the first time in a while that they were all together like this - Obi-Wan and Gray were kept busy with missions from the ever-demanding Senate, while Took was always off in the stars with the ExploraCorps. Ben was the only one consistently at the Temple, but even he was called away when a mission called for the talents of a Healer. It was nice, having all of them close like this. Obi-Wan had missed it. He yawned and nuzzled into Gray’s shoulder with a soft sigh. They’d get a few days of this, maybe, before one of them was called off-planet again. Obi-Wan was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. There was a hard poke in his stomach. Ben. “I can practically hear you thinking, Obi,” he muttered. “Stop worrying. When I said rest, I meant your brain too.” “Sorry.” “You don’t need to say sorry. Just focus on us and breathe.” Obi-Wan moved his hand from Gray’s chest to Ben’s hair, smiling when Ben made a pleased noise and pressed into it. Obi-Wan concentrated on the texture of soft locks of hair in-between his fingers, on the sound of Gray and Took’s breathing, on the feel of all his others in the Force. Yes, they’d have to separate again, eventually. But for now, they were together, and that was more than enough.

In this, Obi-Wan is one of four clones found very young in an illegal research facility. The Order took them in, hid the origins of their existence by claiming they were quadruplets, and they were raised as Jedi. They all got to choose their own names, tho Obi-Wan was uncreative and just went with a mispronunciation of "0B-1" lol.

The scientists who raised them didn't call them brothers or anything, but the four of them started calling each other their "Others" after hearing the scientists use that word to refer to them. "He's quieter than the others" and whatnot.

Obi-Wan mostly sticks to his canon path, tho some of his childhood Traumatic Events are shoved onto his Others instead. Gray is a Shadow paired up with Quinlan, Ben trained as a Healer, and Took chose to join the ExploraCorps. Needless to say, when Obi-Wan and Gray discover Kamino, they are not happy.

Ships for this are Gray/Quinlan, Obi-Wan/Cody, and Ben/Fox! Because I delight in mischief, Codywan makes me feral, and I thought Fox deserved a stubborn Healer boyfriend to take care of him.

[dixieconley]

Order 66 goes out:

AgriCorps: Fuck this shit.  ::calls ExploraCorps:: Hey bro, can we get a lift?

EduCorps: We can take 'em!  Let us at 'em!

AgriCorps: Not if they bomb us from orbit.

EduCorps: Bro!  Need a lift!

MedCorps: We have a duty to the individual…

ExploraCorps: Yeah, yeah, we're on our way.  Edu, Agri, coordinate with my folks and find us a place to live.  Med, you're coming with us or you're dead.  You can't help anyone if you're dead.  Which will it be? MedCorps: ...with you.

And they disappear quietly in the night, stealing any loose Jedi, orphans and supplies as they go.  (They do leave their loose change, though.  Not much use for Republic credits after all.)

Quietly except for a parting message.

AgriCorps: So long, folks, and thanks for all the parting gifts of attempted genocide against our people. Cool flex, but we're outie. Best of luck feeding yourselves, teaching yourselves, healing yourselves or mapping your hyperlanes! May the Force be with you, because we sure as hell won't!

headcanon that any planet/area with a significant AgriCorps population was just carpet bombed from orbit when O66 hit

it's two birds with one stone

one, you *really* do not want to fight a ground assault against people who can and will use the very ground against you. (fighting a guerilla war against the AgriCorps must be the nightmare of every in-universe general)

and two, with the AgriCorps gone, a lot of worlds are heavily reliant on the goodwill of the Empire. can't run a rebellion on an empty stomach. also, with a higher poverty rate, big families would be more inclined to send their children to military academies, benefitting the Empire's war machine doubly

[thegreenlizard]

What makes a military genius

Obi-Wan recognises the most qualified person to lead his battalion is not himself but his commander and acts accordingly.

Could be the same AU as “Not Obi-Wan’s first slave uprising” (where Obi-Wan is presented with a battalion of slave soldiers, says please and thank you, and starts plotting how to take down the slavers).

Jedi are more like diplomats, spies, or special forces, where they have to achieve much with very little. Obi-Wan had learned to use his assets to their fullest, including—and often especially—sentient assets. Or, Obi-Wan recognises the most qualified person to lead his battalion is not himself but his commander, and acts accordingly.

I have this mental image of Obi-Wan meeting his commander and having a discussion, comparing their education and qualifications; recognising that while he’s willing to learn, his learning curve would happen at the expense of the lives of his men; and promptly reassigning duties. Cody ends up with effective command of the 212th; Obi-Wan’s combat role becomes a specialist and his non-combat role a combination of consultant (he does have applicable experience), Republic/Order attaché (slash shield/advocate for his men), and a professional banthashit processor (which allows Cody to do his job as effectively as possible). And that’s how the 212th ends up the most effective battalion in the GAR.

I love the MilitaryGenius!Obi-Wan trope, but soldiers the Jedi are not. This is one solution for how both could be true at the same time (in other words, gimme military genius!Cody). Obi-Wan has the strategic genius to recognise that he has what might be the finest army in the galaxy crippled by poor leadership—and the negotiator’s out of the box genius to figure out a solution for it. His by the book appearance is part an attempt to protect the good thing he has going on and part malicious compliance.

Bonus:

- Obi-Wan in full trooper armour.

- Obi-Wan in full armour is a trooper that doesn’t exist—the “Ghost” of the Ghost Company (i.e. his assigned company).

- I got thinking about different scenarios and when it would be more advantageous to have your Jedi look visibly Jedi for intimidation, distraction, or whatever—and when it would be more advantageous to hide him in plain sight in one of the identical sets of trooper armour. And I thought that if Cody had a Jedi who was willing to let Cody do whatever he wanted with him, that would definitely be one of the uses to make of him. You know, in addition to getting him wear armour, two birds one shot and all that jazz.

- Cody and Obi-Wan also discuss the possibility of making their arrangement public, making it known it’s a clone who’s effectively running the battalion. But for some political osik reason decide no.

- It probably so happens that the finest army in the galaxy is also compromised by the senate’s lengthy decision making process and poor logistics, but that comes later. Although it might already be apparent that some of it will become a problem—soldiers can’t function without support and logistics & I’m pretty sure not all pertinent support was included in the clone order (onboard ship mechanics yes, shipyards no). So you have a fighting force that *on paper* should be easily winning—and when it isn’t, you can blame the Jedi for something they have no power over.

- That being said, we never see what happens to the service corps during the war—they must be pressed into service as support personnel if the whole Order is drafted? So there are Jedi generals (the knights), but also navigators (Exploracorps), healers (MediCorps), supplying & feeding the army (Agricorps), etc. I wonder how much discontent it causes when those services are pressed to war and taken away from the populations they previously serviced? Probably poorer Outer Rim populations, furthering the divide between Core and Outer Rim worlds and pushing more Outer Rim worlds towards the Separatists, worsening the crisis.

- Eventually Obi-Wan’s experience from Melida/Daan comes in handy. Unfortunately, not his experience with leading troops, but his experience with total warfare and breakdown of infrastructure. That’s not something Cody was taught to expect—he was trained with the expectation of at least somewhat functional support. So Cody has a learning curve, but unexpectedly this is something his general knows.

[ladylucksrogue]

@julijuli77 Thank you so much for your requests, I am having so much fun with these!

Here is the second request for Rex and Ahsoka for the Fluff drabbles. The prompt here was

“Can you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “I was. I just like hearing your voice.”

Set post-war in my Unexpected Universe. Ahsoka is a bit stressed about their newest endevour, Rex tries to get her out of her head. Just a hint of suggestiveness, but nothing explicit.

Also available on A03

They were finally in the shelter that would be their new temporary residence for the time being. It wasn’t much, just a standard-issue pre-fab unit, but it had everything they needed. Two narrow bunks they’d already planned to shove together, a kitchenette, a fresher barely big enough to turn around in.

Beggars weren’t choosers. They’d crashed in far worse places during the war.

Ahsoka had just set down their gear and was already moving through the space. Rex leaned against the frame of the door, watching as she moved from corner to corner, checking outlets, counting supplies aloud under her breath. He knew that look in her eye. She was running inventory, not just of the gear, but of everything.

She’d been taking all of this seriously. He had too, they were doing good work out here, meaningful work. But there was more to it than that.

Things hadn��t been easy. Not for either of them, but especially not for her.

Leaving the Jedi in a formal sense, stepping into her new role as a consultant for the Exploracorps, it had meant walking away from something, even if it was on her terms. Still tied to the Order, but not a part of it like she had been anymore. Neither in nor out.

In a lot of ways, it was familiar. Leading a team. Managing assignments, lives,  missions, responsibility.   A lot of clones had joined the ExploraCorps as well, drifting into the program like they didn’t know where else to go. Old faces, new ones. A lot of the same but different.  No imminent threat of death.

He understood it. Maybe not in the same way, but enough.

She passed by again.  There was tension there, the kind that gathered at the back of the neck, between the blades of her shoulders. He knew that feeling. Knew how long it stayed if you didn’t ease it out.

Now that they weren’t crammed together on a shuttle, now that they had four walls and a few hours to breathe, he wanted to give her a little space, but he also wanted her to relax.  Wanted to unwind with her.

She glanced over at him mid-sentence, the crease between her brow markings deepening.

“Did you get that?”

Rex blinked, straightened. “Can you say that again?”

Ahsoka huffed, frustrated. “Were you not listening?”

“I was,” he said, smiling. “I just like hearing your voice.”

She opened her mouth, probably to scold him, or sigh but he was already crossing the space between them. His fingers brushed her cheek before she could wind herself tighter. He leaned in and kissed her, slow and sure.

She relaxed under his hands, breath easing out against his mouth.

“You did that on purpose,” she muttered against his lips, but she was smiling now. Her hands found his chest like they always did, tracing the edge of his armor.

“What? Me?” He kissed her again, deeper this time. His hands slipped to her shoulders, kneading lightly, coaxing out the tension she wouldn’t admit to. “Relax. We’ll figure this out.”

He let his forehead rest against hers. She didn’t pull back.

Her blue eyes searched his, a flicker of hesitation still lingering, but it passed as she exhaled and gave a slow nod.

“Tomorrow though.” He said softly.

“Rex…” she began, tone already shifting back to responsibility. “We have so much—”

Her voice faltered as the back of his knuckles traced down the sensitive line of her back lek, light enough to make her catch her breath.

“We haven’t had time to ourselves in days,” he said quietly. “You’ve been wound tight since we landed. So have I. Let’s take the night. Just one night to breathe.”

Her eyes fluttered, then narrowed with something sharper, playful. “So what, we get settled?”

He arched a brow. “I figured we’d start there.”

She tilted her head, giving him a look, coy, teasing. “Don’t think I don’t know where you’re going with this.”

He grinned, voice dropping a little lower as he leaned in, his breath brushing her skin. “Can you blame me?”

Her lips parted. She didn’t answer right away, but her gaze lingered on his mouth as one of her hands slipped up to the back of his neck, pulling him back in, drawing him back into a kiss.

Rex’s hands drifted to her waist, thumbs brushing slow circles through the fabric of her tunic as he pressed a little closer. The soft sound she made went straight through him.

She finally pulled back, just enough to whisper against his mouth, “Ok, we’ll do things your way.”

He chuckled.

They worked together, quickly, moving the two frames together. The mattresses didn’t line up perfectly. One was slightly higher. But it would do.

He stripped the thin blanket from one and tossed it over both, then gestured toward the other. “Well. Looks like we’re officially settled.”

Rex kissed her again, and this time there was more weight behind it, less teasing, more want. His hands slipped lower, anchoring at her hips, drawing her flush against him. He felt the way her body responded, the way she leaned into the contact like she’d been waiting for this, needing it as much as he did.

The kiss deepened, turned slower, heavier. Her hands moved over him with more purpose now, palms flattening against his stomach, sliding up his chest, fingertips grazing the clasps of his armor and opening them.

They broke apart only when breath demanded it, foreheads resting together.

Ahsoka’s voice was a whisper. “We really should…”

“We really should go to bed,” he assured her. “No one’s expecting us until midday tomorrow. And I’ve got half a dozen things I’d rather be doing than worrying.”

“Half a dozen?” Her mouth curled into something sly. “Ambitious.”

He dipped his head to her neck, lips brushing warm skin as he spoke. “Yes ma’am…”

[atsa-star-wars]

"Attachment FTW" misses the point of being a Jedi, but I love every other word of this. Another thing the Order could have done would be to point him toward the Service Corps, since his interests seemed to be in engineering/mechanics and piloting. He explicitly states that he wants to visit every planet in the galaxy (in one of the novelizations IIRC). The ExploraCorps is right there. I get Qui-Gon's dying wish, but maybe a field knight diplomat isn't the best fit for a teaching master? Maybe let the kid be an initiate for a couple of years and acclimate to life in the Order before going out on missions as a padawan. (And also, it's sketchy as all get-out that they let Obi-Wan go from being a padawan to having a padawan in a matter of, what, days?)

And ExploraCorps Jedi would also be hella difficult to reach by Palpatine if he's out exploring the tail end of nowhere.

                   the tragedy of anakin skywalker (x)

[tennessoui]

Have you watched any of Ewan’s Long Way series? I like to think that in a happier universe, Anakin and Obi-Wan do the same across the galaxy (while also killing slavers and completing side quests - like Ewan and Charley with their unicef visits) and have just as much fun

aw this is definitely a happy universe lol I have started watching the long way home but I haven’t finished it yet! It’s something I put on while cooking

I like to think about how batshit insane their adventures would be if they were in the exploracorps or something - like maybe obi-wan has a premonition about the future and so he decides that they should both train for the exploracorps instead (very far away from all of anakin’s potential attachments)

and they get to dash around to sparsely populated regions of space and the outer rim, saving lives and living by the Jedi code and creed

(the only problem comes when anakin is much older and obi-wan realizes that he forgot to count himself as one of anakin’s possible attachments)

[vodika-vibes]

Vodika... could we, please and thank you very much, get another mystic au with the Same Faces Gods? 👉👈 With a commander (Wolffe, Fox, Cody, Mayday, your choice). A first wohoo of love at first sight but busy.

Idk someone tries to appease the gods with a sacrifice, or the imperials try to replicate the technique but it backfires or a friend of 1st reader is a bit clumsy in a good way??

Of course you have every right not to do so!!!!

God Of War

Summary: Your cousin has been missing for months. Her social media has gone dark, and the people in the ExploraCorps have been tight-lipped about her whereabouts. Your family is sick with worry, and no one in the Empire seems willing to help. And then, when you're at work one day, everything changes.

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 3079

Warnings: Mentions of attempted human sacrifice, and kidnapping

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thanks for your request! I wasn't sure if you wanted smut or not, so I erred on the side of caution and left this largely SFW. SFWish. I hope you like it!

You peek around your mother to look at your aunt. She’s sitting at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped tightly around one of your cousin’s old stuffed animals. Her eyes are glassy with tears. Your uncle has been staring out the back window since you and your mother arrived.

“Are they okay?” You ask, your voice quiet to not be overheard.

Your mother presses her lips together, and lightly cups your face, “Never you mind,” She admonishes, “They’ll be alright. So far as we know, your cousin is alive. They’re just worried about her.”

“The ExploraCorps hasn’t said anything?”

Your mother tapped your nose, “Never you mind.” She leans in and kisses your cheek, “Go on, baby. You’re going to be late for work.”

Worriedly, you gaze at your aunt and uncle and then back to your mother, “Are you sure? Senator Organa won’t mind giving me the day.”

“I’m sure. I’ll take care of them today,” She lightly pets your cheek, then turns back to her brother and sister-in-law.

You watch them momentarily, then turn and hurry out of their house. Luckily, the taxi is still waiting for you and you climb in the back before giving the driver your destination, the senate building. 

When you completed the placement tests as a child, you had a predisposition for politics and law. You were lucky and were selected to be an assistant for Senator Bail Organa, rather than some of the less agreeable Senators. 

He’s an agreeable man, with a big heart, and has come to view you like a beloved niece. When you told him that you were going to be late that morning due to a family emergency, he offered to give you the whole day.

If you thought that your presence would help your aunt and uncle, you’d take him up on that offer. But your uncle took one look at you and nearly collapsed to the ground in his grief.

You pay your taxi driver and head into the Senate Dome, walking the familiar path without really paying attention. It’s late enough in the day that there aren’t many people roaming the halls.

Which is good for you, because you’re not paying the most attention to your surroundings. 

You don’t snap back to yourself until you open the door to Senator Organa’s office and he says your name. You focus your attention on him, and he smiles kindly, “I wasn’t expecting to see you until this afternoon.”

You pause, and then duck your head, “Sorry, Senator. My presence wasn’t helping things, so Mom said to come in.”

He looks worried, “Is everything alright?”

Your hands curl into fists, “My cousin is a member of the ExploraCorps. She’s missing. Has been for months, and no one is telling us anything. Her social media has gone dark and…” You trail off, “Well, we’re worried.”

“I can understand that. Would you like me to reach out?”

“I appreciate it, Senator. But I doubt you’ll get an answer any different than what we got.” You sigh, “I just need something to do, that’s all.”

He walks over to you, and lightly places his hand on your shoulder, “Well, I have a lot of that. Would you be a dear, and deliver this stack of missives for me?”

You glance at the small stack of brown envelopes, and then you nod, “For the Perkins Bill?”

“Indeed. I’m sure it’s going to pass, everyone supports it, but we need to do things properly.” He walks over to his desk and hands you the stack of envelopes. “Take your time, there’s no rush.”

“Yes, Senator.” You reply as you flip through the envelopes, and then pause when you get to the last one, “Senator?”

“Yes?”

“This last envelope isn’t labeled.”

“Oh?” He takes it, and stares at it in bewilderment, “I think this goes to the ExploraCorps.”

You stare at him.

“Ah, hold on.” He moves around his desk to open the envelope, and scans the content inside, “Ah, I was wrong. This goes to the Director of the MediCorps.”

A frown pulls at your lips, “Wasn’t the director of the MediCorps recently replaced?”

“Yes, he was.” Senator Organa flips open a binder and scans a sheet of paper at the top, “The current director is…hm…ah, here she is. Doctor Yasmin Kelb.”

“What happened to Doctor Trudel?” 

“Medically Retired.” Senator Organa replies, “Cancer.”

“That’s a shame.”

“It is.” You watch as he seals the paper in a new envelope and labels it to Doctor Kelb, “Here you go. Once you deliver all of these, come on back. I’ll have some more for you then.”

“Yes, Senator.”

“Good, lass. Off you run.”

You turn and leave his office, and stop in the hallway to organize the envelopes in a way that makes sense to you. Mentally, you map out the senate building and organize the delivery schedule in such a way that you won’t have to backtrack a lot, and then you start making deliveries.

The nicest thing about being Bail Organa’s aide is that you’re largely invisible. The people you work with don’t see you so much as Senator Organa’s crest on your nice jacket, and it gives you access to places where you normally wouldn’t have access.

It’s only fair. Senator Organa is a very well-respected man, almost as well respected as his lady wife. And anyone who is even remotely attached to him is treated with the same amount of respect.

It’s one of the few perks of your job.

The other one is the daily free food and coffee.

Finally, you only have the envelope for Doctor Kelb, and so you hop on the elevator to go up to the Director of the MediCorps office. Only to find yourself in front of an empty room.

“Everything alright?” A security guard asks as he walks over to you, glancing at the crest on your jacket, and the straightening.

“I have a message to deliver to Doctor Kelb for Senator Organa. Did the location of the MediCorps office change?”

“Yes ma’am,” He nods once, “They’re in the basement now. At Doctor Kelb’s request. You’ll find her office next to Director Frosch’s office.”

Slowly, you nod, “Next to the Office of the ExploraCorps?”

“That’s right.”

You hum thoughtfully, “Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome. Have a good day, ma’am.”

“You as well.” You turn and head back to the elevator, bypassing the first one and heading to the second one. There’s only one elevator that heads to the basement, for security reasons, luckily you already have an access card and you don’t have to go ask the Senator to use his.

You wave your card over the panel next to the elevator, and the door slides open several moments later. You hit the button for sublevel one, and you wave your card over the panel inside the elevator, which allows the doors to slide shut and the elevator to start moving. 

It takes almost a whole minute to get to sublevel 1, that’s just how massive the senate building is, and you scrunch up your nose at the scent. The sublevel smells like a disgusting mix of antiseptic, the pine of the cleaning solution that cleaners use, and mildew. There must be a water leak somewhere.

You walk down the hall until you reach Director Frosch’s office, and you peer at the two offices next to his. 

One is empty, it used to belong to the director of the EduCorps, but EduCorps was moved to the local university several months ago. But the other one has a temporary door sign marking it as the office of Doctor Yasmin Kelb.

The door is shut, but you can see a light on under the door, so you lightly knock and wait.

The door swings open so suddenly, and with such force, that you jump back.

If you were to meet Doctor Kelb on the street, you’d think that she was a professional dancer. Less thin and more willowy. She towers over you, standing nearly the same height as your uncle as best as you can tell, and she squints at you through a pair of wireframe glasses. “What?” She demands, impatiently.

“Doctor Kelb? I have a missive for you from Senator Organa-” You start, holding out the envelope, only to blink as the woman rips it from your hands.

“Yes, yes. Good.” She vanishes into her office, and you stare at the spot where the woman had been standing, wondering if you should just leave, only to jump when she appears again, “What are you doing?” She demands, “Follow.”

“I…yes, Doctor!” You step into her office and she slams the door shut behind you.

Her office is a mess. Boxes and books and loose papers leave very little walking space.

“Ignore the mess,” The Doctor says as she brushes past you, knocking a box full of papers to the floor. “I just moved in.” 

Her office is a lot bigger than any of the other offices. It almost looks like her office continues deeper beneath the Senate Building. 

“Doctor?” You ask.

“What?”

“Where are you taking me?” 

The woman sighs explosively, “Keep up, girl.” It’s not a very neat side-step of your question, and you’re starting to get an eerie feeling, as though you should probably leave.

“...Senator Organa will be waiting for me.” You say as you slow to a stop.

The woman sighs again and spins to look at you. There’s a frightening look on her face, and you take half a step back, only to trip over a book and fall.

“This,” Doctor Kelb says to you as she advances on you, a syringe in her hand, “is for the good of the Empire.”

“W-wait-!” You try to scramble back but there’s nowhere to go. 

You feel the sharp sting of a needle entering your neck and the cold feeling of something entering your body. Panicked, you manage to kick the woman off of her, but you only manage to get a few feet away from her before whatever she injected you with takes hold.

A terrified sob falls from you, even as the world fades to darkness.

Slowly, you come back to yourself.

You’re in a dimmed room, and you seem to be lying on stone. 

Immediately you know that you’re either no longer in the senate building, or you’re so deep beneath the building that you might as well be somewhere else. 

Slowly you sit up to take stock of your surroundings. 

The first thing you note is that you’re naked, even your hair tie has been removed. Your feet are chained to this stone bed, though there doesn’t appear to be anything keeping you from moving. 

There’s a deep gash on the palm of your left hand. Curiously, it’s already been wrapped in bandages.

You turn your attention away from yourself and to your surroundings. It appears that you’re in some kind of ritual circle, like the ones you learned about in history class all those years ago.

Across from you is a stone table. You can’t see, exactly, what’s on it, but you do see a blanket folded on the table, as well as the skull of some type of animal.

Around the edges of the circle is Doctor Kelb, as well as several members of the ExploraCorps.

They don’t seem to notice, or care, that you’re awake. 

“We have everything,” Director Frosch insists, “This is exactly what the ritual entails.”

“I agree.” Doctor Kelb says with a dispassionate glance at you, before she looks back at the director, “Best get started before the sacrifice starts making a nuisance of herself.”

“Yes, yes.” Doctor Frosch strokes his beard and then picks up a lighter and lowers it to a divot in the ground.

You watch, in numb horror, as flames spring to life around you. Blocking the people who kidnapped you from sight.

They mean to burn you alive.

You’re only thought, hope, is that maybe it’ll be quick. Maybe your death won’t hurt too much.

The flames lick up the sides of the stone bed you’re strapped and you can feel the almost cold heat of the flames licking the soles of your feet. You slam your eyes shut, you don’t want to see this.

Then the impossible happens.

The flames bend away from you, the pain in your feet fades, and a cool hand presses against your cheek. Tearfully, you look up.

A man is standing over you, just as naked as you are, but strangely, you aren’t afraid of him. “It’s going to be okay.” He says soothingly, as he drapes the blanket over your shoulders and wraps it around you.

You start as the manacles holding you to the stone bed shatter as if they were never there to begin with. “Who-?”

His other hand presses against your cheek, tilting your head back so you’re meeting his gaze, “My name is Fox. I am the patron god of the forgotten and the abused.” Something like malice slides across his face, “I do not think they meant to summon me.”

Even with the malice rolling off of him in waves, you’re still not afraid of him.

Then he smiles at you, soft and warm, and he lightly presses his lips against your forehead, “All will be well. I promise.” The flames finally die down and Fox helps you off the bed and stands you behind him. “Stay behind me, ad’ika.”

You nod mutely and cower behind him.

Director Frosch and Doctor Kelb step into the circle, “Finally.” The director says, “Proof.”

Fox gazes at them dispassionately.

“We are the ones who summoned you,” Doctor Kelb says, “You have to obey us.”

“Oh? I didn’t see you in the summoning circle,” Fox replies.

The two adults share a look before the Director clears his throat, “We are at war, we need your expertise to destroy our enemies.”

Fox smiles, “I am a god of war.”

“Yes! So you can kill our enemies for us-”

“I am not a god of slaughter.” Fox interrupts.

“Then…then you can tell us strategies to help us win-”

“I am not a strategic god.”

“Then who-?”

Fox advances on them, “I am a god of war. I am every mother who has lost her son. Every wife who has lost her husband. Every orphaned child.” He pauses and glances at you, “...every sacrifice. Everyone who has been forgotten and abused.”

The protective circle crumbles, not meant to hold the will of a deity, and the people who kidnapped you scramble back as shadows pool at Fox’s feet.

“How dare you call on me.”

You see the shadows sliding across the floor, and you slam your eyes shut as the shadows lift from the ground. This isn’t for your eyes. Even though you can’t see what’s happening, you can hear it.

Screaming, and begging, and the sound of something sharp cutting through flesh.

And then-

Silence.

The silence is almost deafening, and you only open your eyes when you feel those cool fingers against your face again.

“They will never harm you, or anyone else, again,” Fox says. There’s blood splattered on his face, and you use the corner of the blanket to reach up and wipe the blood off of his face.

His gaze softens as he watches you.

“What happens now?” You ask.

Fox hums thoughtfully as he takes your hand in his, “I have never had a priestess before. Though, I’ve also never had a priest before either. People generally aren’t fool enough to summon me.”

“I didn’t-”

“Shh.” He presses his finger against your lips, “I know you didn’t summon me. But, you are mine. Mine to protect, mine to hold, mine to love.”

Your face heats at his words. Not that you’re complaining. You feel drawn to him, and you wonder if the ritual had something to do with that. But it doesn’t matter. Not really.

You don’t want to leave his side.

Fox moves his finger from your lips and leans in so his lips are hovering over yours, “I should finish the claiming,” He murmurs, chuckling as you try to lean in to kiss him, “But we’re not safe yet. And I want to take my time with claiming you.”

He pulls away and you make a disappointed noise.

Fox chuckles, “Patience, ner ad’ika. When we’re safe, I will give you everything you want and more.”

You try to hide your disappointment, but you must not do a great job of it, as Fox leans in and trails his lips from your ear to your jaw. It’s like shooting electricity down your spine.

He chuckles, “Oh, ad’ika, I am going to have fun playing with you.” Fox pulls away, “Is there someone safe in this building?”

“Um…Senator Organa is a good man.” You say, your face heated from embarrassment. 

“Then we should go to him.”

“W-wait! We can’t walk through the Senate naked!” You blurt.

Fox pauses and glances at you, and then down at himself, “I suppose you have a point. Can you get him here?”

“If I can find a phone, yes.” You step out of the ritual circle, and make a face at the bodies, “Gross.”

“They insulted me.” Fox says as he sits on the stone bed you were just chained to, “They’re lucky I didn’t do worse.”

“Ah, found one!” You pick up a working phone and dial a number you know by heart, “Uh…what should I say about you?” You ask as the phone starts ringing. 

Fox just shrugs and leans back slightly, his dark eyes locked on you, an almost hungry look on his face.

Slightly flustered, you turn away from him as your boss answers the phone. You give him a very abridged version of what happened, but you have the feeling that he knows something is wrong because he promises to be there immediately. 

“He’ll be here in a bit.”

Fox hums, and pats the stone bed next to him, “How about you tell me exactly what’s happening here?”

“I can do that.” You move to sit next to him, only for him to pull you onto his lap and bury his face in your neck. 

Absently, you wrap your arms around him and play with his curls at the base of his neck as you start talking. You know that nothing is going to be the same now.

You hope your mother will forgive you.

[skyprowler]

I would die for a Star Wars something strongly involving the Jedi Corps. Just, some slices of live from the AgriCorps being plant nerds and a Master showing a “washout” youngling that their duties are no less important than those of the knights. Exasperated MediCorps members trying to deal with younglings and suppossed adults (and bonding with Cody over keeping Obi-wan alive). Children getting an unexpected new  EduCorps teacher and marveling at how different this one is from previous teachers. And ExploraCorps - what is not to love about ExploraCorps?! Going beyond the known galaxy, mapping new stars. You could make a complete show of that alone. After all the majority of Jedi are actually Corps members, not knights.

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

it’s so funny because ‘milestone’ gave me pause like a week ago, I was like what am I going to use? space bouy? exploracorps holo marker? klick marker? development expectation?(I just woke up so at the time I might have thought of better examples) but

I’ve thought of it before that half of star wars comedy, especially with the fandom’s comedic use of space-milestone or whatever is that generally to most of the audience a phrase like dime a dozen or idiom like milestone will just fade into the story where as nearly every invented replacement stands out like a sore thumb

and because Lucas chose to go with that if you don’t replace it then the terran word stands out like a sore thumb (a phrase you could probably use word for word in space, but it would be a little human centric maybe)

Pablo Hidalgo was having a semi-breakdown on his twt yesterday because of people using words based on things that only exist in our world (milestone, dumpster, etc) and tbh this was so real of him he might be one of my favorite Star Wars creators

[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

d'ya think i could get away with an epistolary starwars fic that's entirely composed of like. planetary geological reports and mining shit? bc ive been doing some for Stress Relief lately and there's a bit much for just slotting into the plo timetravel fic like i'd been planning lol

[solardrink]

Shoutout to plo koon the only star wars character ever