#it’s just poetic that the order believes so firmly in moving forward and will PRACTICE IT

[bladetoblade]

obviously it would be a strategic nightmare, but i’m just thinking of the universe where the surviving jedi rebuild together in the aftermath of order 66

for the first months, they built temporary shelters and wooden shacks. it’s a new and strange environment so they occupy younglings by taking them for walks through the woods to collect food and explore.

there are no villages and towns nearby, but there are birds and all kinds of 4-legged animals that curiously approach. every now and again, mace has the younglings sit down in the soft grass and be very quiet. gently, he draws the creatures closer with the force so that the children can let them eat berries out of their palms

during clear nights master skywalker points out constellations and stars in the night sky. he tells them what it’s like to break atmosphere and fly. subtly, he plants directions and coordinates to safer planets, hoping it’ll stick

“that’s coruscant,” mace windu whispers, after a little one asks where the old temple is.

they all work during the day to build their new home, their Temple, from the ground up

it doesn’t look like a temple, and the kids very kindly point this out.

“wherever jedi commune with the force and wherever you are, that’s where the temple will be,” padawan dume explains, patting yarkov’s head fondly. he flushes a bit when master windu smiles and nods in approval.

in another time, younglings would watch in awe as jedi masters used the force to pile stone atop stone. now the jedi rebuild with their hands instead.

soon they begin planting a garden outside the Temple’s walls. masters, padawans, younglings kneel side by side along the temple wall

master obi-wan puts his very interesting botanical knowledge to use (for the first time, anakin points out) as he tells the younglings what kinds of flowers and fruits and peppers they’re planting. his hands guiding theirs as they dig up the soil.

dirty hands tug at their masters and their friends robes, soon turning into handfuls of dirt thrown at each other

no one scolds them. this batch of younglings could stand to misbehave more, the adults privately think, as they get dragged into making a bigger mess of their clothes.

of course, with a dozen or so jedi younglings there are lot of antics and dangerous stunts

master obi-wan and master mace have practiced the art of saying no and expressing disapproval, managing it with a mere look. so when a youngling does something they know they weren’t supposed to, the first thing they do is find master anakin. usually he’s behind the Temple, building new chairs for their table or repairing their cranky vaporator and water purifier.

innocent and ignorant of many things, all of them know that he’s the best person to put between them and master obi-wan’s disappointment (which really, is mild at best against them)

his lungs don’t quite cooperate with him the way he wants, but anakin smiles and lets himself be dragged along to explain (to the older masters’ poorly hidden amusement) why exactly the tomatoes have been smushed or to help a padawan retrieve their saber from a tree (which tree it was, no one remembers)

later on some of the clones join them at the Temple. they tease the kids, pat them affectionately on the head, and generally indulge them (not that there’s any lack of that here)

sometimes they take them out and show them how to shoot. there was a long discussion, but ultimately it was agreed that this was a necessary skill for them to have in a galaxy like this. the kids are thrilled to show off trick shots they learned to the masters, who while cringing a bit internally, clap and cheer

(“uncivilized,” obi-wan jokes to anakin quietly, a fond look in his eye.

anakin elbows him, “i’m sure if you practiced you could get just as good as yarkie.” he teases mock sympathetically.

“excuse me? i’ll have you know that i am-“

mace rolls his eyes and some of the kids smother giggles.)