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the-bad-batch-baroness · 8 months

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Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Part 2

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Characters: Wolffe, Plo Koon, Cara (child OFC)

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, grief, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 911

Author's Note: Well, I made it into a series based off of the feedback I got from the poll. I also gave Wolffe's daughter a name and updated the previous chapter to include it. Uh, forewarning, it gets worse before it gets better. We still have several parts of angst to get through before we ever start seeing glimpses of happiness, but it will happen eventually!

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"CC-3636?" a nurse called as she entered the waiting room carrying a data-pad.

"Yes, I'm CC-3636," Wolffe said and quickly wiped his face. He stood up from the bench and approached the nurse.

"I need you to fill out this form so we can alert the next of kin to claim the body," the nurse said.

Wolffe knit his brows together. "I am the next of kin. I'm her husband."

The nurse bit her lip. "I'm sorry, but according to current Republic statutes your marriage is invalid, which makes you a family-friend, not a next of kin."

"Friend?" Wolffe scoffed. "We live together. Have a child together. I'd say that's more than friends."

The nurse sighed. "Cohabitation and bearing a child does not constitute a legal binding marriage in the eyes of Republic law."

Wolffe's breath was stolen as he stared blankly at the nurse. She couldn't be serious. There was no way. They couldn't get a marriage license. It was impossible. He tried and it was futile. Every which way he attempted failed. He couldn't get around the fact that he wasn't a legal citizen. He didn't even have a legal name that could've been put on the marriage license. They had the ceremony, did everything else they were supposed to do, but no one would give them an official license.

"Speaking of which," the nurse added under her breath, as if her own words pained her to speak. "We'll also need to contact child services since Cara is now considered a legal orphan."

"Orphan?" Wolffe exclaimed. "But I'm her father!"

"Is your name on the birth certificate?" the nurse asked, as if she already knew the answer.

A lump formed in Wolffe's throat and he clenched his fist. "No… It's not. But my DNA… I'm still her biological father."

"I'm sorry," the nurse said. "But legally you aren't. She will be placed in a children's care facility pending a familial investigation, and if no family is found, she will be placed into foster care."

"You can't take my daughter!" Wolffe yelled. "I've already lost my wife tonight! And now you want to take my kid from me too? What is wrong with you people!"

The nurse was startled at Wolffe's emotional outburst.

"She needs me!" Wolffe continued as he raised his voice higher. "I'm all she has left!"

"Sir," the nurse said. "I'm so sorry, but there's nothing I can do. We're bound by the laws."

"I swear to the Maker if you lay a single hand on her I'll–"

"If I may," Plo interrupted. He carefully handed the sniffling child back to Wolffe, then ushered the nurse down the hallway. "Perhaps you and I can discuss the details of this form privately."

"Very well, Master Jedi," the nurse agreed and followed him.

Wolffe collapsed back onto the bench and pressed his daughter against his chest as tightly as he could, terrified that at any moment someone would walk through the med-center doors and rip her out of his arms. He'd never let them take her. He'd rather die than let them take her. She meant everything to him, and with his wife gone, Cara was the only piece of her he had left. He didn't think his night could go from bad to worse, but his nightmares were quickly becoming a reality.

Wolffe felt Cara squirm in his arms and he loosened his grip. She didn't say anything between her quiet sniffles, but settled herself onto his lap to get more comfortable. Her face was red and puffy from crying, and she looked exhausted. Wolffe pulled up the edge of his sleeve and wiped up the snot dripping down her face, brushed a piece of her black curly hair away, then let her settle comfortably against his chest. He tilted his head down and kissed the top of her head while he rocked her back and forth the best he could.

"It's going to be okay," Wolffe whispered into her hair. "I won't let anything happen to you."

After a few more minutes, Plo returned with the nurse. They exchanged a few more words that Wolffe couldn't hear, but the nurse was smiling, so he hoped it was good news. Maker knew he couldn't handle anything else going wrong. As Plo approached the bench, Wolffe felt a new knot forming in the pit of his stomach. As tired and emotionally drained as he was, he would find a way to protect his daughter, even if it went against all of his training and every GAR regulation.

"General?" Wolffe questioned as Plo approached him, his exhaustion seeping through his voice.

"I have taken legal custody of Cara," Plo said. "She will reside at the Jedi Temple for the time being, and your wife will receive proper funeral rights as well."

Wolffe leaned his head back against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank the stars."

The fact that his general would take custody of his daughter, just to keep her from being taken away from him, touched Wolffe's heart deeply. The arrangement was still not ideal, but it was better than what he hoped for, considering the alternatives of foster care or next of kin. At least at the Jedi Temple, Cara would be primarily safe and cared for, and he could see her unrestricted by laws. It wouldn't be enough when he got deployed, but for right now, at this moment, it was more than enough.

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sinfulsalutations · 11 months

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Listen I'm really feeling Eve x Wolffe for some reason (I just feel it in my bones) so if you could give some headcanons for them for the OC ask game I'd love it!!

⋆ ★ ᴅᴇᴇᴊᴀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴɪᴜꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ꜱᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇꜱ…

𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕩 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕗𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ

SUCH a hot couple, like holy shit. if you saw them at 79’s or on some GAR base just lowly talking to each other all you would be thinking is how good they look together. And intimidating.

They gossip. A lot.

Eve has somehow gotten Wolffe to join her for a good amount of her allotted meditation time. He enjoys it more than he’s expressed.

When Wolffe’s stern expressions aren’t communicating what he wants them to when talking to someone, Eve talks for him. She tends to add in some colorful language as well.

Eve likes to joke they have matching eye scars, so they were meant for each other.

Stolen kisses on base. If the other commanders found out he was doing such a thing he’d be so embarrassed.

They agree on wayyy more things than each of them expected. It’s a sweet little surprise.

Keldabe kisses before any mission or deployment. It’s necessary. Neither of them knows who started it but neither of them forget it. Ever.

Wolffe teaches her how to properly handle a blaster.

From his experience with lightsabers, he doesn’t want it around, and Eve understands that and keeps it out of sight, out of mind. She just hopes he understands that he’d never hurt him like that and would much more likely defend him to her death with it.

He could swear that she is the only person who has ever made him smile. Even if it weren’t technically the truth.

Nights at 79’s. Eve is a mean drunk, and will occasionally call Wolffe names and playfully shun him, only to later in the night when he’s taking her back to the base leave sloppy kisses all over his jaw and neck, mouthing sincere apologies into his skin.

Before Eve and Wolffe became a thing, Plo Koon and her never were on the best terms. She was an irritating padawan for everyone. But as they talk more he grows to respect her and acknowledge her growth and talent as a Jedi. So basically, the dad approves.

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chaoskirin · 2 years

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AI-Generated Art

I wanted to reserve judgement of AI-Generated art until I had more info, and now I have it.

AI art should be a novelty. It should be something we have fun with. It shouldn’t threaten the jobs of real artists--the works of which are essentially stolen (read: “trained on”) by the AI generator.

Yes, to make it clear, all the AI are you make comes from dozens of pictures at a time fed into an AI system or network, then mashed together to your specifications. The AI doesn’t magically know what “Cat sitting on the beach” looks like, and doesn’t create that art out of a vacuum. It looks for art tagged “beach” and art of “cat” and then puts those things together. Then maybe you decide you want a palm tree with a shadow over the cat, and the AI recognizes the words “shadow” and “cat” and “over” and finds art that would fit those specifications.

Then you’re like, “well, I can’t get a commission from my favorite artist Margaret Artbomb, so I’ll just ask the AI to make this art in her style.”

And because she’s known for drawing cats on beaches under palm trees, you get a near-exact stylistic match that doesn’t exactly line up with any of her other art.

But it has trained itself on her art, and has used elements of her art to make yours.

Then you advertise this work of art as being for sale, even though you didn’t make it, and you essentially stole another person’s art to put yours together.

The problem is that some dudebros on Twitter (and elsewhere, I’m sure) think this is art:

As it turned out, he EXACTLY trained this request to an actual artist, Greg Rutkowski, who has said “don’t fucking use my art to make your AI shit.” ...except he said it a lot nicer. I’m just angry.

Not only is this straight-up theft, but it REALLY shines a spotlight on why some bros think commissions are too expensive, and they won’t pay an artist their due for real art (that actually has soul and isn’t anatomically questionable.) If these were real pieces, they would have taken ME at least 6 hours. Probably more because I don’t do realism a lot.

But this guy spent an hour and a half tweaking settings, and he was like BOOM. ART. Sure, and how many man-hours went into the production of the source art these came from? Hundreds, probably. But sure, claim this shit is real art.

And before anyone is like “yeah but parody” ... no. If you think this falls under the copyright exception for parody, you’re an idiot, straight up. Parody is derived work, and the US Supreme Court has ruled that you can’t just take someone’s art, mash it up how you want to, and call it an original work. Look up Rogers v. Koons.

If you want it in plainer terms, if you’re asked to write a report from school, and you go to an encyclopedia and copy/paste what you need in a different order from the original text, then turn that in, it’s STILL PLAGIARISM. Even though it doesn’t read exactly the same as the source, you have taken exact elements from the source, which you did not write yourself, and claimed that writing as your own without references.

You can’t do that. It’s the exact same situation with AI art, and I am DESPERATELY hoping courts realize this when, inevitably, people start trying to sell AI-generated art.

This isn’t debatable. It doesn’t matter how much you play with settings or tweak your request. You did NOT do that art, and you shouldn’t be able to claim it as yours. You shouldn’t even be able to post it without permission of the artist(s) you stole it from.

So don’t fucking do it.

#ai art #ai generated art #not bestiary

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humanitiesdiscussions · 1 year

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This student chose the Mona Lisa by Pablo Picasso as a painting that embodies the way I feel. I was asked to produce other examples that were more original, Mona Lisa was my choice. When I first saw Mona Lisa as a child, I did not prefer the painting, and thought she was less than ideally attractive. However, I did appreciate her intrigue and found the issues people had with her lack of eyebrows amusing. The aesthetic ideals of what is attractive were different to me, and I enjoy the painting for its originality. The painting feels as if it has a mystical or spiritual quality, if you figure out the painting's secrets you might have questions about religion answered. What is she smiling about? Sometimes if you look at the painting it is as if she is about to put scroll up her sleeve, as if it were an ace she was hiding for poker. I have this feeling she was an imagined woman. Technically it is thought the model for Mona Lisa was an Italian woman named Lisa whose husband commissioned the painting. Many critics think it is like a self-portrait of Picasso, or of a man he painted before. The X-rays and other research make a person believe he was running out of money and reused the canvas, or he really was making a perfect woman like himself on canvas. Despite its priceless status many people have attacked the Mona Lisa, and it was stolen by someone who wanted it returned to its home country. Mona Lisa is smiling and seems to endure somehow, keeping most of her secrets. She wishes that her eyebrows were visible the way they used to be, and that she had better restoration work. The painting was originally lighter, with more detail, less paint, and no cracking. She has endured and continues to be timeless at this point in history.

Module Three Discussion

Black Untiled - Willem de Kooning

I chose the painting Black Untitled by artist Willem de Kooning. I researched this painting and he is using industrial acrylic in black and white only. The sensa or shadow and shade on this painting aptly titled black is very dark, and the figures are hidden or obscured by the use of so much black. It challenges you to look at the lines and perspectives to figure out where the figures are in the painting, and what they are doing. There is lots of activity going on in this painting with what seems to be pets and people in the painting which I am not sure if others have reported, or interpreted. In fact if you take a break then return to viewing and interpreting the painting you might see something different. It looks like fish or angel fish at the top of the painting if you glance at it. Then look again and it is a part of another figure. The artist Willem de Kooning was mature for a painter, and did not accept invitations to the usual coveted groups and galleries, he seemed to avoid invitations from society patrons of the arts. In choosing the black and white modern art to review I am avoiding the color coded modern art in which primary colors seemed to specify emotion. The modern impressionists seemed too cliché for me, if they were going to color code moods into primary colors and almost seem to agree upon the colors as a group.

Public Art Module Four

Jupiter Inlet Statues

This student researched nearby statues in Jupiter Florida which is on the east coast of Florida. I found a very recent statue installation regarding boating safety. The statue is bronze, and depicts two worried parents looking towards the sea. It depicts them gazing to the sea in search of their fourteen year old boys who never returned from a fishing trip. The worried parents seem to be at a loss for ideas on what action to take next. The sea is a formidable foe and part of Mother Nature and sometimes tragedies happen. Should they radio the coast guard, call the sheriff, keep leaving worried messages? If you look at the facial expressions of worry on the bronzed statue they make the parents look decades older than they do several years later. The look of grief with sunken facial features, circles, and shadows in their facial features tell of sleepless nights and despair. The endless worry and staying at the inlet watching for children that never arrive is portrayed well. We know that years later the children’s boat, and iPhone were found off of Bermuda with no trace of the children. The foundation that raised funds for the statue Blu Stephanos was created by Austin Stephanos father, and in honor of the disappearance of Perry Cohen and Austin Stephanos who were 14 at the time of their disappearance. The charity they created Blu Stephanos had asked for a bill that would make an alert similar to an Amber alert for children lost at sea, and boater safety. I wrote this entire article not knowing they found the bodies of a boy and vent they’re boat had been tampered with, which is very sad. That must be the worry shown in the statue.

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.wpbf.com/amp/article/monument-unveiled-honoring-austin-and-perry-all-those-lost-at-sea/37108031

https://cbs12.com/news/local/statue-jupiter-inlet

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queen-breha-organa · 3 years

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Talk to me about how Vader knowingly seeks out shattered Clone Troopers to members of his Purge Trooper squad. Vader knows about the chips. He knows the Clones are often trapped within their own mind.

To the Sith, all consuming emotion is fuel. Perhaps Vader reasons his Troopers could burn with that same rage. Perhaps he thinks it will make his power stronger, to be surrounded by all that anguish and rage. Perhaps he thinks it will make them stronger.

Tell me how he seeks out Clones who cared for their Generals. Clones who’s mind yells nothing but unbearable grief, even as their faces sit silent.

And Bly can’t stop thinking about the way Aalya looked at him right before he fired. He knew she had sensed him raise his blaster. And she had just assumed they had seen a threat she hadn’t. And she had turned to him, brow furrowed and nose scrunched in that way he always made fun of her for. And Bly had killed her.

And he had done the right thing. How could that have possibly been the right thing? It had to have been the right thing. It made him feel sick. But she was a traitor. She loved him. And traitors had to die. He loved her.

Thus Vader finds him. Training recruits, face like stone, mind in pieces. And Bly is moved to Vader’s personal squadron.

Vader finds Wolffe in a strange state of mind. He hadn’t been in the air. He hadn’t killed Plo Koon. But he had watched. In his mind, Wolffe can still see the flash of light and flame as Plo Koon’s ship crashed. And he can still hear Comet’s sharp inhale over comms, even as he says “mission complete.”

And Wolffe is alone now. The pack had been split. Crowd control here, Empire guard there. And Plo Koon was dead. And the helplessness burns at Wolffe like a wildfire, out of control and all consuming. He’s desperate, but more importantly to Vader, Wolffe is broken.

And in the pit of powerlessness, Vader gives control, strength, order. And Wolffe is promoted to Purge Trooper.

Vader also seeks out Clones who have been betrayed by the Republic.

And thus Slick is freed from imprisonment. As is Dogma. And they are promoted to Purge Troopers.

But he seeks out Cody for different reasons.

Cody is the closest thing Vader has to Obi-Wan. Cody is all Vader has left. And Vader hates him. But Vader needs him. Seeing Cody makes Vader think of the old days. Of sunlight and victory drinks around the campfire. And Vader doesn’t know if he needs the hate to fuel him, or the memories of the past to keep him going.

But Cody doesn’t feel like the others. His grief isn’t shattered like the others. It doesn’t burn like a star.

Cody feels-

Resigned.

He had done terrible things as Marshal Commander. He had tracked down deserters. He had stolen his brothers only chance at freedom. Because it was his job. Cody had signed execution orders, more than he can count. Some were Separatists. Some were brothers. He had looked Rex in the face, his dearest brother, and he had told Rex to let Fives investigation go. To leave it alone. For some secrets weren’t worth loosing more brothers over.

And Cody has seen horror, and grief. And he has learned to burry it with his brothers.

And thus from the ashes of the Republic, a new squad is formed, led by Purge Commander Cody and the Lord Darth Vader.

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deniigi · 3 years

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Please have some Skywalker Babies + Uncle Rex.

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Title: skittles

Summary: Padme dies, but Anakin doesn't turn and as a result ends up with two little ones who are, naturally, adopted by the 501st--well, Leia is. Luke keeps getting stolen by a filthy thief.

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Rex has the twins for now. He has never felt terror like this before. He can’t stop checking over his shoulders for threats to their teeny tiny persons.

In his humble opinion, it should be illegal for humans to be born this small. He ran it past Ahsoka recently and she agreed, but she also provided intelligence that the twins’ size was not necessarily average for their species, either.

The other brothers helped him investigate this. They all gathered round and put the holonet searches on the projector so that they didn’t have to smash buckets over a datapad screen to be educated. Their search for ‘newborn natborn human baby’ was rewarded with images upon images of reddened tubies with big, round bellies and curled up limbs.

They did a new search for ‘2 weeks, natborn human baby’ and were rewarded with even more pictures, to which they held the twins up next to and found them wanting. The twins’ proportions were all wrong, their limbs were too skinny, their faces pinched. The babies on the holonet didn’t have hair, but their baby girl did.

The conclusion was that the research was inconclusive. Further, it was interrupted by the resident thief coming in to take his chances. Cody told them later, upon returning their baby boy, that they were better than this. Kenobi wasn’t slick. They needed to stop letting their guards now.

He said all this while ignoring the way the baby boy burrowed into the side of his throat and made smacking noises.

Such a strong man, that Cody. He is, unfortunately, not available now even though Rex has both twins and a heart attack waiting to happen.

The Thief is nearby. Rex can sense him. He heads back the way he came.

The baby girl, who has a name, but Anakin is too heartbroken to speak it, fists her hands at Rex and shakes them as if to threaten him into compliance. He does not know how to help her understand that he has not taken the blanket off her face out of malice, but rather to keep her from suffocating. She is angry with him regardless. She is often angry with him and endlessly crying when he does not put her exactly where she wants to be exactly when she wants it.

The thief calls her a princess, and so everyone else has started doing the same in lieu of her name. The child is bound to grow up thinking her name itself is ‘Princess’ at this rate. Ahsoka has been trying out different titles for her, but she doesn’t respond to them in the same way.

For all that the princess is royalty through and through, the baby boy is thoroughly a commoner. Catching him awake is a miracle. Part of that is because his waking hours are spent with the Thief, since Kenobi has decided, for some mysterious reason, that this child is his favorite of all in existence. He will not be separated from this child and when he is, he gets crafty in his attempts to get him back.

The princess does not like Kenobi. At all, period. He touches her and she screams and reaches her stubby hands for Rex. If Rex is not available to be screamed for, she will wail until her father comes to stuff her in his tunic.

Anakin is fine to hold the princess, but he cannot look upon the baby boy, even to feed him. He looks so much like his mother. It is a struggle for everyone—except Kenobi. Rex wonders aloud to Ahsoka if Kenobi will raise the boy on his own and a moment of silence fills the canteen.

Ahsoka throws herself from the room and goes sprinting for the masters’ quarters.

The twins are tested for Force Sensitivity and it becomes abundantly clear why Kenobi continues hoard the baby boy against all sense and wisdom. He is described by the jedi as a ‘sun’ in the Force. The princess too, but her presence in the Force blends in with her father’s until she is gazed upon in Rex’s Force-empty grip.

Only then is she, too, declared a star.

Twin stars, they are called.

‘Kenobi, put that down,’ the boy is named. ‘Kenobi, give that back,’ is his middle one.

The first time Rex sees the baby boy awake, he is startled by how blue his eyes are. His sister’s are dark, but his are light like water at the base of a waterfall. He makes a little sound and turns his heavy head to the side to blink at Rex’s forearm.

He is the older of the two, but the Princess is already overtaking him in weight. Kenobi has been scolded for this. In return, he locks everyone out of his quarters.

The twins are two months old when they stop being blinky-maggots and turn into smiley ones. Anakin cannot put the princess down or she will scream until she is blue in the face. As such their dedicated General can be found with his arms full, slowly banging his head against the nearest hard object.

He calls her ‘Leia.’ Princess Leia.

The baby boy is ‘Luke.’ Just Luke.

Anakin spends his time these days bouncing Leia and on the hunt for his son. He walks like a zombie towards Kenobi’s door and plasters his back against it. He slides down and tries desperately not to fall asleep at the bottom.

He will not let Rex take the princess when he’s in this state. He wants only for Kenobi to open the door so that he can fall back onto his floor and demand his son. Kenobi never gives him his son back. There is no longer any question that baby Luke is Kenobi’s child. The fact that he’s been produced by Anakin and Padme is a footnote in the broader history being made here.

Kenobi will, however, take Princess Leia, too, if left unsupervised. She still hates him—more than ever, really, but he doesn’t mind. He likes to lay the twins out together so that Leia’s jerky fussing will ruin Luke’s sleep cycles.

Kenobi is a man with no respect for the law in these parts. More jedi masters have to step in to get him under control. Master Koon takes the most pity on Anakin and gives him both of his children. The masters and the clones watch him stagger up with both babies and drunkenly return to their quarters.

A note is made to check on all three of them in fifteen minutes.

The twins, at 6 months old, have developed even more distinct personalities and hair. So much hair. Ahsoka puts Leia’s hair in pigtails and Leia will scream if anyone tries to adjust them or if she feels that they are falling out of shape.

Rex’s hands were once clumsy around ring-sized rubber bands. He is now an expert. He is such an expert that he can even make the occasional one stay in Luke’s slippery hair, which, of course, invokes an expression of betrayal in Luke that is so comical, Rex can’t see it without being brought to tears.

Luke hates him for this. He whimpers for his father—no, not that one. The good one.

These days, Kenobi is a cat who has gotten the cream.

The boy called him ‘dada’ before he gave the name to Anakin, and Kenobi nearly lost his life for it. He regrets nothing. He is technically barred from being around Luke, both by the other jedi and by Anakin specifically, but rules are things for other people in Kenobi’s world.

Anakin threatens him with bodily harm at every opportunity that he is not holding his daughter upside down.

She enjoys this. This is not just a daddy-thing to her either; she expects everyone to carry her like this. If not feet-to-the-sky, then at least draped over an arm, face-down like a sack of flour. She hums the way a cat would purr.

At nine months the babes are mobile and it is the worst thing that has happened to Anakin besides Padme’s death. They are not effectively mobile, but they are professionals at grabbing things and hauling themselves up to their chubby feet. Leia holds onto the fingers of anyone she can get and makes every brother who passes her walk her on their feet to her chosen destination.

Luke is a little slower.

He can get to his feet, but what he wants is to bounce there. If anyone tries to hold his hands, he clams up and falls down and doesn’t get up.

Anakin has begun negotiating with Leia to be more like her brother. She laughs at his face in great peels when he does this. She finds his serious expressions hilarious and wants to cuddle him anytime they appear which is great for domestic time and not so great for council or state meetings. Anakin has taken to appearing before these people with Leia latched around his ankle. Only her, though. Luke can’t bear being in the presence of so many bodies at once. He becomes overwhelmed and handles the pressure by going to sleep. Or crying.

For Kenobi, of course.

And when Kenobi is not around, they all may as well go start digging their own graves before the guilt propels them to do it anyways.

Luke is not a big crier. Anakin can’t understand him. They’ve had many conversations about telling adults when he needs things, all of which Luke elects to ignore in favor of trying to eat bugs and dig in sand.

The latter is the greatest sin that Anakin can dream of.

I just think that, given the opportunity, Obi-Wan would be the best grandpa ever and by best, I mean he would see his chance to have a baby and Anakin would end up chasing him around going ‘he’s MY mistake and MY responsibility, you crusty old fucker, give him back’ while Obi-Wan talks to Ahsoka about how nice the weather is.

#star wars #captain rex #Anakin Skywalker #Luke Skywalker #leia organa #Obi-Wan Kenobi #ficlet #fic #don't mind me I'm just over here doing shit other people have probably done already without a damn care in the world

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refinedbuffoonery · 2 years

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Flawless (10)

Con Artist AU. masterlist.

This ending of this chapter has existed since the very beginning. To those of you who have stuck around to read it: thank you and I love you.

The painting mentioned in this chapter— “Woman-Ochre” by Willem de Kooning—is a real painting that had an exhibition dedicated to it in the Getty this summer. The story I tell about it is true; it was stolen from the U of A Museum of Art in 1985 and was recovered in 2017. The rest, of course, is fictional.

*****

“Let’s do a job,” Riley announced over lunch, causing Leanna to choke on an oyster.

They were at a Santa Monica seafood restaurant that overlooked the ocean and, since they’re both rich and could easily afford it, had gone all out on today’s lunch. They ordered a trio of appetizers—oysters on the half-shell, miniature uni tacos, and an off-menu surprise selected by the chef (an ex of Cage’s that the Five Eyes remained on good terms with)—and split a plate of caviar nachos. The tiny patio was packed with customers dressed in L.A. finery: well-made clothes that were a mix of trendy and timeless, paired with Rainbow flip flops and dark sunglasses.

Things between her and Leanna had officially returned to as normal and not-weird as they were going to get, so all that was left was to entice Leanna to come back to the fun side. Leaning forward, Riley conspiratorially whispered, “Tonight.”

Dropping the empty oyster shell onto her plate, Leanna hissed, “Are you crazy?” Her eyes widened and her head cocked slightly to the left—an expression that, after a decade of being on the receiving end of it, no longer fazed Riley. However, that didn’t make her judgmental stare any less annoying.

“Stop looking at me like that. And also stop worrying. I already have the whole thing planned out.” She tossed back an oyster.

Leanna muttered something that sounded like, “Good for you.”

The job came to Riley, quite literally, in a dream. After hearing on the news last night that a da Vinci sketch had been stolen from the Getty Museum, Riley reached out to a few of her old contacts—contacts she met through Nikki—to see if they knew which of LA’s lowlifes pulled off the job.

They did.

Unfortunately for her, Riley happened to be well acquainted with this particular group of lowlifes, on both a professional and personal level, although she hadn’t spoken to any of them in years. And for good reason.

The Getty job was pulled off by none other than the Coltons, a notorious take-no-shit crime family and Riley’s ex- potential in-laws.

The only positive was that thanks to Mama Colton’s desperate attempt to recruit Riley to the family business, she knew exactly how they operated. Which meant she also knew how to con them into screwing up their own con. Riley left that part out of her explanation, but Leanna likely knew her train of thought anyway.

“Ri, this isn’t a good idea.” Leanna chewed her lower lip—a nervous habit she broke years ago but had apparently returned. Her eyes flicked to each of the nearby tables, checking for eavesdroppers, but no one paid them any mind. Riley had already checked.

Despite Leanna’s doubt, Riley refused to be deterred. “Sure it is. Listen. It’ll be easy. All we have to do is—” Leanna cut her off before she could explain her plan.

“I’m not participating in this.”

“Sure you are.”

A measured sip of water. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m done with that life.”

Disbelieving, Riley’s voice fell to a near whisper as she said, “But you came back.”

“I came back for my friend. Not to be a criminal again.”

“Sorry to inform you, your friend is a criminal,” Riley spat. She’d had enough of Leanna’s new holier-than-thou attitude. She was no less of a criminal than Riley. The only difference was that one of them had a rap sheet and the other a government paycheck.

Leanna covered Riley’s hands with her own, and Riley stiffened. “You don’t have to be. You can leave, just like I did. Get a real job with a steady paycheck. Have health insurance and a retirement fund.”

“I don’t need a retirement fund.” She didn’t bother to hide the bitterness in her voice.

Rolling her eyes, Leanna pressed, “It’s about the principle of it all.” She squeezed Riley’s hands. “Let go, Ri.”

Riley pulled away, folding her hands in her lap. “I can’t.”

“Why.” It came out as more of a demand than a question. Leanna slurped down another oyster, her endlessly calm demeanor only pissing Riley off more.

“I like what I do. I like living on this side of the law.”

Leanna scoffed, “You’re an adrenaline junkie who likes attempting impossible things just to see if you can pull them off.”

“And I can,” Riley said, gritting her teeth.

“You got lucky.”

“Last I checked, you’ve spent years benefitting from that luck.” When Leanna didn’t rise to the bait, Riley muttered, “Whatever.”

Where did Leanna get off thinking she had any right to judge her? Her best friend of eleven years was no better than her, despite Leanna’s newfound superiority complex proclaiming otherwise.

Just growing pains, Riley thought. We’ll get through this.

But a petty argument wouldn’t sway Leanna. It never had, nor would it now. She would have to be strategic to convince Leanna to give up her 9 to 5. Riley resumed eating, pretending she didn’t feel like their friendship was fraying at the seams, and said, “Well, the offer stands if you change your mind.”

“I won’t.”

Riley let her have the last word, biting her tongue hard enough that it bled.

*****

Perched on top of a hill overlooking West L.A., the Getty Museum was a haven for tourists and locals alike—at least those willing to brave the 405 in order to get there. Since it was technically autumn—although it still felt like summer—the gardens were in a sad, but natural stage of half-brown, and smoke from a distant wildfire plumed on the horizon. It was far enough away that Riley wouldn’t have to worry about evacuating.

Fires burning in the distance always led to fires burning at home. The stress of waiting for everything to go up in flames was a breeding ground for strife.

Living in L.A. her whole life, the scent of wildfire smoke in the air set Riley on edge. It was a slow kind of anxiety—always waiting for the other shoe to drop, prepared for the worst-case scenario to become reality. She’d only been at risk of losing her home once, as a child, but after her fair share of evacuations, even the slightest risk brought her childhood fear back to the surface.

She ducked into the museum quickly, not lingering in the gardens like she usually would, and the filtered air was a sweet relief.

To avoid suspicion, Riley planned on doing a lap of at least two wings of the museum, one of which would include the scene of the crime.

Ironically, one of the exhibits she passed featured a painting called “Woman-Ochre” that had been recently recovered after its theft in 1985. According to the plaque, it had been cut out of its frame; a man cut it out while a woman distracted museum security. Nikki probably knew more about it, including the identities of the thieves.

The rest of the exhibit detailed the restoration process, which Riley didn’t care about. Instead, she studied the painting itself to figure out what made this one theft-worthy. Depicting a woman’s torso, it was mostly abstract except for the boobs, which were perfectly clear. Riley rolled her eyes and continued walking.

She wound her way through the halls until she reached the area blocked-off with police tape, an empty space on the wall.

She thought about sandpipers and the risks she was willing to take for a reward. After two years of being clean, it was no wonder Leanna’s threshold of acceptable risk was so much lower than before. It was no wonder she hesitated. But for Riley. . . those two years only made her risk tolerance higher, not lower.

Automatically, Riley’s brain mapped the museum, cataloging potential ways in and out until she determined the most probable path the Coltons took to steal the sketch unseen. The LAPD had no leads on the thief, but Riley knew the Coltons’ style, and an immaculate job such as this was one only an elite few could pull off—a group that included both the Coltons and, until recently, the Five Eyes.

Maybe Leanna had a point, but at the end of the day, this was Riley’s life. She couldn’t just give it up. She didn’t know anything else.

She might’ve once, back when her teenage self discovered the power in hacking. She was good too, but all her attempts to get a job that would actually challenge her skills were ruined by doubting, sexist interviewers who saw a beautiful young woman and decided there was no way that face matched her resume.

Her friends at the time—Kai and Peyton, also hackers—diverged; privileged Peyton landed a nice job with assistance from a little nepotism, and Kai broke the trio’s promise of being “the good guys” and became a black hat hacker.

It was Riley who tried the longest, who kept applying to job after job, went to interview after interview, all with the same result: No.

Not to say that was all for nothing, because it was walking home from yet another failed interview that Riley met Nikki.

She stopped applying for jobs after that.

Entering Nikki’s favorite wing, Riley continued to wander, fantasizing about how good it would feel when Billy Colton realized she ruined his perfect job.

*****

She texted Leanna. Offer: meet me at this address in an hour. We’ll intercept the Coltons before they can finish the job

Leanna replied immediately. Counteroffer: Meet me at your apartment in an hour, and I’ll help you get back on the right side of the law.

Riley didn’t respond. Leanna would come around eventually. She was sure of it.

*****

Nails drumming across glossy red paint, Riley sat on the sun-warmed hood of the truck, leaning back against the windshield, and waited. The truck was sleek. New. Well, it probably had thirty thousand miles on it by now, but the Coltons bought it to replace their previous gas guzzler right after she’d broken up with Billy, right before she’d gone to prison.

The point was that Riley had never ridden in it, and thus it was new to her.

It was parked in an average suburban parking lot, part of an average suburban strip mall which housed an average suburban bank. It was one of the national chains, with locations in cities big and small. Riley kept her money in a better one, but she could see the appeal for a family who never stayed too long in one place.

When they weren’t thieving, however, the Coltons ran an art forging business out of their backwoods diner. While the diner certainly wasn’t as lucrative as their dealings in the art world, it had a most loyal customer base.

There was a time when Riley was one of them.

Now, however, she’d like nothing more than to take a chunk out of the Coltons’ profits, rather than contribute.

Oversized purse slung over her shoulder, none other than Mama Colton herself exited the bank, her daughter Jesse in tow. Upon spotting Riley, her immaculate red manicure vanished as she momentarily clenched her fist around her purse strap. Good. That meant Riley caught her off-guard.

Riley’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk. “Nice to see you again, Mama.”

“Can’t say I share that sentiment,” Mama replied. Behind her, Jesse slowly reached for the gun Riley knew she had concealed beneath her leather jacket. She wouldn’t shoot—or even take aim—without an order from Mama. And while Mama likely still hated Riley, murder wasn’t her style. Riley was perfectly safe.

Mama and Jesse walked all the way to the front of their truck, but Riley didn’t budge from her perch on the hood. Instead, her sneer only grew.

“I’ve always wanted to do a job at the Getty,” Riley drawled, “but all that driving on the 405 never seems worth it.”

“Funny,” Jesse replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please.” Riley hopped down from the hood. The metal was starting to burn her skin through her black jeans. “I just came to see if you still stash stolen art beneath the backseat. A horrible idea, really. Anyone could break in and steal it. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”

But Mama didn’t balk at her thinly veiled threat. Worse, she laughed.

“Bless your heart for looking out for us, but there’s nothing to worry about. The boys already fenced it.” Mama had a poker face that could fool God, but the victorious gleam in Jesse’s eyes made Riley inclined to believe Mama’s claim.

Riley was too late.

“Now,” Mama continued, “you best be running along. You’ve already screwed over one of my children, and there will be consequences if you come after my family again. Now kindly get away from my truck.”

For the record, what happened between Riley and Billy was not her fault.

Mama walked past Riley like she wasn’t even there, but Jesse shoulder-checked her—she learned that from her older brothers—and held up a middle finger behind her back. Mama couldn’t see the gesture, but Riley couldn’t miss it, and for a few horrible seconds she was right back in prison. Standing in the cafeteria, standing in the yard. Before she knew better. That move was the precursor to a beating, and she knew damn well that Jesse could brawl with the best and win.

Once, there was a time when Riley was beloved by the Coltons, instead of hated. Once, she found herself as the lynchpin in some of the family’s most ambitious jobs. Once, Jesse even worshiped her as the older sister she’d always wanted.

But breakups were between more than just the couple in question, and no matter the truth of the situation, family would always side with family, which means Billy would always have their full support and Riley would always be the villain of that story.

Just another example of people who swore they cared, and then left.

Riley watched them drive off, alone and empty-handed.

*****

She was thirty minutes late meeting Leanna back at her apartment. The key was barely out of the lock and she could already tell Leanna was pissed. She sat on one of the barstools, arms crossed and glaring hard enough to put a hole through Riley’s chest.

“You’re late,” Leanna snapped. The old Leanna did appreciate punctuality. Riley supposed the scolding was warranted. Sort of.

“Hello to you too.” Riley dropped her keys on the counter. Poured herself a drink of water.

For a moment, the only sound was the clinking of the ice in her glass.

“You went after the Coltons, didn’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

Refusing to give her the instant satisfaction of being right, Riley opened the fridge in search of a snack. She did a double take. Leanna had reorganized the whole thing, throwing out old leftovers and labeling everything else. It was immaculate. Nothing was where Riley had put it. Bristling, Riley challenged, “So what if I did?”

“It was a bust, wasn’t it?”

Damn her, for knowing. For figuring it out. Damn her. Damn her. Damn her.

“Who was there?”

Rapidly losing her appetite, Riley closed the fridge without taking anything out. She answered, “Mama and Jesse.”

“Describe their body language.”

“Jesse looked entirely too pleased with herself, but that’s normal for her.”

“And Mama?”

“If Mama Colton lied, we’d never know. She’s too good. You said so yourself years ago.”

Leanna persisted anyway. “That was before I became a trained interrogator for the CIA. Now tell me exactly what she did. No detail is too small.”

The reminder of Leanna’s new job stung. Especially after Riley had done such a good job not thinking about it. But even she had to admit Leanna’s new skills could come in handy.

Closing her eyes, Riley replayed her exchange with the Coltons. “She was holding her purse with one hand. Relaxed posture. She put her free hand in her pocket when she was done speaking.”

“She lied.”

“What?” Riley’s eyes snapped open. “How the hell do you know?”

“The oddly-timed gesture,” Leanna explained. “If she were telling the truth, she would’ve put her hand in her pocket before or while speaking, not after. Liars tend to have delayed hand gestures.”

“Damn, okay,” Riley said, impressed, but that feeling quickly melted into annoyance at being lied to. Thinking out loud, she said with increasing speed, “We can still salvage this. Even if they’ve already fenced it, I know what dealer they sold it to—they always use the same one—and we can convince him the Coltons sold him a fake. He’ll believe it too, since Frank and Billy run that forgery business on the side. It’s—”

“Riley, I don’t think—”

“—not that hard. Nikki and I have done it before and—”

“Riley!” Leanna yelled.

“What?” Riley yelled back.

They mirrored each other now, standing on opposite sides of the counter, arms crossed. Both used to the other listening when they spoke, not whatever the hell this was.

“For the last time, I’m not doing a job with you. Stop fucking assuming I’ll change my mind.”

It was her most blatant rejection yet, and it hit like a punch to the throat. Gasping for air, Riley scrambled to figure out why. This wasn’t like Leanna. This wasn’t who she was.

“I’m CIA. I can’t do shit like this anymore.”

“You’re a wanted criminal in seventeen countries,” Riley reminded her. “For grand theft.”

“I’m a wanted criminal in twenty-four countries,” Leanna corrected. Riley raised her brows. “You didn’t think I had a desk job, did you?”

Riley snorted. “You’re not the type.”

Finally, Leanna uncrossed her arms. “I’m serious though. I don’t do that stuff anymore. And maybe you shouldn’t either.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a criminal, Riley! And since you clearly didn’t learn anything in prison, maybe you need to go back.”

Riley couldn’t believe what she was hearing. And after what she’d done. . . “What the fuck is wrong with you? I went to prison to save your ass! And Nikki’s! You know damn well it could’ve just as easily been you in there instead of me.”

“And I’m sorry that happened to you. What I’m trying to say is that I learned from that situation, and I had hoped you did too.”

“What,” Riley snarled. “What was I supposed to learn?”

“That what we did was wrong!” Leanna’s voice cracked. “God, Riley. Are you that blind? We’ve been awfully lucky for a lot of years. It was only a matter of time before that luck dried up and we were worse off than when we started. We can’t be criminals forever.”

Riley laughed, but there was no humor in it. “We can’t be criminals, so you decided to become a professional liar instead? No wonder your boyfriend dumped you.”

“I don’t blame him for not wanting to go through all the lies again.” Leanna clamped her hand over her mouth, but that only made Riley’s mind lock onto that last word even more.

Again.

“What do you mean, again?” Tears started to fray the edges of her accusatory tone, and Riley fought to hold them back.

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“Forget I said it.”

“Not likely. Start talking.”

“Fine.” Leanna sighed. “I knew it was only a matter of time before Bozer got suspicious, but it’s not like I could confirm or deny anything. I could get in huge trouble for just the little I’ve told you. But it kept getting harder as my assignments got longer and more frequent, and then he figured it out about Mac, and—”

Mac.

Nikki’s Mac.

Nikki’s Mac who was a spy. A spy who lived right here in L.A.

“You work with Nikki’s ex-boyfriend?” The pieces didn’t add up.

“Different agencies. I met him through Nikki, but sometimes our work paths cross, yes.”

“And how does your boyfriend know him?” Leanna winced at the word ‘boyfriend,’ but Riley didn’t give a shit how she felt anymore.

“They grew up together. Been friends most of their lives. They still live together.”

Riley took a step back. And another. And another until she backed right into the cabinets.

“I cut ties with everyone when Mac was reintroduced to me as a spy. He’s a smart guy. I knew Nikki wouldn’t be able to fool him forever, and I wasn’t about to risk my new life by associating with all of you.”

Reeling, Riley gripped the counter for support as the world rocked under her feet. Leanna didn’t just leave. She left because the Five Eyes were no longer advantageous to her. That selfish bitch.

She knew Mac. She abandoned her best friends because of Mac.

Mac.

Mac, who was at the Louvre that night. Mac, who nearly ruined the heist of Riley’s dreams.

The heist, which Leanna knew about. Because Riley told her. Standing on the porch of her boyfriend’s house, which was also Mac’s house.

How was Paris? Leanna had asked.

Leanna knew perfectly well how Paris went because she fucking set them up.

“How could you?” Riley screamed. There was no stopping the tears now, and they ran down her face in steady streams, blurring her vision. “After everything we’ve been through together, how could you do that to me? To us?”

“I did it to save you.”

“From what? Because clearly it wasn’t from going back to prison.”

“From yourself! You could do anything with your life, be anyone, yet this is what you choose? Riley, as a thief you will never be able to stop running. Never be able to live an honest life.”

“An honest life. That’s rich coming from you.”

“At least I can be proud of what I do now. I don’t have to live with that sinking feeling after a job anymore. You know, when the adrenaline has finally worn off and you have to face the fact that what we did was wrong. I hate that feeling.”

“It doesn’t bother me.” In truth, Riley didn’t experience the guilt at all anymore. She hadn’t in years.

“I’d hoped prison would change that. Change you.”

“Well it did fucking change me. Just not the way you wanted it to, apparently.”

“It’s still not too late to help yourself.”

“Go to hell.”

Leanna stared. Riley stared back.

A decade of friendship lay between them, dead.

Hammering the final nail into the coffin, Riley growled, “Get the fuck out of my house.” Leanna flinched. “And stay out of my life while you’re at it.”

Shaking with hurt and anger and betrayal, Riley could do nothing but watch as Leanna calmly packed up her stuff. Then she fished around in her bag for something small—Riley couldn’t tell what it was—and approached the kitchen counter once more.

“This belongs to you,” Leanna said, dropping her copy of Riley’s apartment key onto the granite.

When she let herself out, the door softly clicked closed behind her.

Since the Louvre, Riley had been balancing on a knife’s edge. She could go forward or backward, but either way she’d end up sliced and bloody. So she kept to the straight and narrow, just like she promised her parole officer. She kept moving forward. Better to hurt herself in the future than do it while dwelling in the past.

But if this was where the future led, it fucking sucked.

Betrayal, on both ends of the line.

Even standing still, the knife’s edge cut deeper into her feet. She felt the sting, felt the metaphorical blood slicking the metaphorical blade.

To her side was the abyss. To her side was no knife at all. No moving forward or backward, but no pain either.

Jump, the voice said. It’ll be easier.

For once, Riley didn’t question it. She simply let herself

fall.

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mcklunkers · 4 years

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Welcome to day 4 of random Star Wars shitposty headcanons!

On today’s agenda:

-Rex keeps his helmet on all the time after a certain point every mission. They (Fives and Ahsoka) figured out it was always roughly 2 weeks in. Turns out on missions without hair dye, Rex’s natural hair grows back and he ends up with frosted tips. Fives managed to get a picture after catching Rex asleep without his bucket on one night, and it remains eternal blackmail for Ahsoka to use. It’s the real reason he’s bald in Rebels - no hair dye for space hermits.

-Obi-Wan doesn’t actually like tea. Tea was Qui-Gons thing, but Obi-Wan had to drink it all after the Naboo incident. He tried to drink it as fast as he could, but that meant that Anakin always saw him with tea in the mornings. So Anakin kept buying him tea on Master-Padawan day every year and Obi-Wan doesn’t have the heart to tell the kid he doesn’t actually like it.

-While crèche duty is technically a punishment, every Jedi lowkey loves gettin a full day to just play with the kids there after a hard mission. Anakin likes giving piggyback rides, Obi-Wan likes to tell stories. Ahsoka will play board games and the older masters tend to just sit and chat with the younglings for as long as they can. The younglings love it. But Papa Plo Koon loves it most.

-The Emperor’s cloak once got stuck on a door and he kept walking without realizing. Those present for the meeting collectively decided to ignore the fact that their emperor wears booty shorts under his robes.

-Grievous and Maul send eachother magazine cut outs of robotic limbs available. They also went to Ann summers together to look for...add ons and upgrades.

-The Jedi get very competitive and bet on sports all the time. The problem was they kept saying “gambling isn’t the Jedi way” when asked to pay up. The solution? Hondo. He’s the Jedi bookie and it’s surprisingly efficient.

-The clones play rugby or ice hockey depending on what planet they’re on. The Wolfpack are reigning champions in both sports cos those crazy basrards know no fear, nor do they know when to quit. They take it super seriously (all clones do, but Wolffes boys take it to a new level) and even though they’ll never admit it, the Jedi are mad at how smug Plo is about it.

-Kallus has an amazing skincare routine. He got it from Thrawn.

-Thrawn is surprisingly clumsy. He moves effortlessly around the ship, and when he fights its flawless. But in the privacy of his own quarters this dude will smack his face off the doorframe on the way to the bathroom and get in the shower fully dressed because he forgot he had clothes on.

-Thrawn likes art, but he sucks at it.

-Ezra has stolen no less than 12 Loth-Cats over the years, and they’re all hidden around the Ghost. After the Chimera incident, Sabine and Hera look after them so they’ll still be around when he comes home.

-Jacen Syndulla has so many traits shared with Kanan and Ezra that sometimes he speaks and Hera has to take a minute because it hurts, but she’s so proud of the boy her son is becoming.

-Chopper actually likes oil baths, he just can’t let anyone know because currently they’re given to him as a punishment and that means he gets them all the time.

-Clones like road trips (space trips?), but they always end the same way. Rex blasting dad music and driving like an old man, Cody backseat driving from the passenger side. Wolffe has headphones in and is looking out the window like he’s in a music video. Fives and Echo are fighting over a game boy advance. Kix is reading while Jesse naps. Bly is fawning over Aayla. Tup is in a booster seat. Hardcase is on a sugar rush kicking Wolffes chair. Ahsoka (honorary clone) is filming it because she knows wolffe will deck the kid on principle.

Not as cool as yesterday’s, but there’s a couple of gooduns in there. Enjoy lads!

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nevertheless-moving · 4 years

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Suicidal Misunderstanding XVIII

Part I - - - - - - - - - - - - - Part XV - - - - Part XVI - - - - Part XVII

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

All Conversation stopped when Obi-Wan opened the door.

The air crackled with energy as the assembled Jedi Masters (and Anakin) paused their obviously fierce debate. After a beat, their was the utterly distinct sensation of several Masters releasing their mixed emotions to the force in an overheated wave, leaving behind only serenity (mostly). Obi-Wan’s heart keened. Of course, at the time, the tendency of council meetings to devolve into petty squabbles had been a constant source of frustration but after three years where his only source of debate was haggling over stolen goods...well.

Obi-Wan smiled, aching softly at the sight of the friends and colleagues, miraculously alive and whole.

The Nautolan Healer- the person in the room with whom he was least familiar- cleared their throat and began speaking. “Master Kenobi, welcome. I want to start off by saying you are under no obligation to-”

Yoda cut them off, “A Jedi, Master Kenobi is, Obligated he is-”

“My patient, he is, Grandmaster,” they bit back. “I know soul healing might have been looked down on when you were in training, but I would have thought-”

Master Koth interrupted, disapproval permeating the room, “And we would have thought you would have more respect when addressing your senior Jedi.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Master Mundi blustered.

Chattering rang out as everyone in the room began talking at once.

“Master, are you alright?” Anakin asked urgently.

The conversation shut down again as the group turned to look at the man in question. Who was biting down on this fist and shaking slightly.

“I told you-” Adi Galia began. Argument erupted once more and Obi-Wan doubled over with laughter.

“Something funny, you found?” Yoda asked as Obi-Wan tried to stop laughing. “Share, you can.”

Obi-Wan inhaled sharply, wiping at the corner of his eyes and forcibly pulling himself out of his explosively giddiness, “My apologies grandmaster, i’m afraid it’s not actually that funny- I simply missed the unique tones of a high council meeting.”

“All council meetings are like this?“ Bant asked, sounding unimpressed.

“Some more than others,” Master Koon acknowledged, rubbing a hand to his forehead.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, “Master Aerdo, I appreciate your support and while I am now doubt in need of the services of a Soul Healer- it is for rather different reasons than...outward appearances have let you to believe. Now shall we all have a seat?”

Koth frowned “All of us? I thought this was a council matter, not a personal one.” Bant and Anakin stiffened.

“It’s both.” Obi-Wan responded calmly. “But beyond that, I assure you, we will be needing the skills of everyone in this room. Master Nu, Master Che- I don’t wish to impose if you need to return to running your own domains, but I would very much appreciate your presence if your willing. I think you will find it worth your time.”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving even if you asked, so I’m pleased to accept your invitation.” Master Nu replied, cheerfully taking a seat. The rest followed and Obi-Wan joined them at the head of the holo table, eyes lingering over the assembled group. He took a breath.

“The first thing you need to know is that I have detailed knowledge of one potential future. A future I intend to prevent. A future I lived through...”

- - - - -

It is necessary to note that everyone in that room had led, in one way or another, a rather remarkable life. This was the main reason none of them could claim that the next two and half hours were the most shocking they had ever experienced. It is more than likely it was the most shocking meeting any had attended.

“We would have seen if the Sith had risen to such power!”

“Oh? Just as we would have seen if the Sith had survived at all? I remember having a similar conversation to this one 10 years ago-”

“We would have noticed- for force sake he’s visited the temple, we’ve all shaken his hand-

“Arrogant, the council has become. Seen this I have. Arrogant, I have become.”

“Skywalker may have a point about mind control, tactically-”

- - - - -

“If what you’re saying is true, though I still think perhaps some more time with Masters Aerdo and Che wouldn’t be unwarranted-”

“Oh, enough all ready Ki. We’re not going to get anywhere if you keep this up.”

“Wait- I actually have something that might help convince you that I do have overly detailed knowledge of the future- we- actually can I get some flimsi? Thank you, Anakin- a few months from now Master Mundi and I ended up trapped behind enemy lines for an extended period of time. It’s hard not to learn a few things about one another when that happens. Here you are-”

". . .”

“I told you that?”

“You, uh, didn’t really have much of a choice.”

“Oh gods.”

“Now, do you believe me?”

“Well...I suppose- I can’t really imagine how else you could possibly know considering you can’t possibly have spoken to-”

“Of course not! Honestly, how would I have been able, even if I wanted to?”

“I have never wanted to steal a message this badly in my life”

“Same”

“Yes, read the flimsi, we all want to. Welcome to, clearly we are NOT.”

Master Koth who had begun to lean suspiciously far back in his chair, fell forward with a clatter, rapidly releasing guilt into the force.

“Yes, well...hm...The force has obviously given you...an unusually wide window of insight. It would be...remiss of us to ignore it.”

“Kriff, we’re never going to know what that note said, are we?”

“No.”

- - - - -

“That’s utterly impossible- I’m sorry Obi-Wan but you’ve obviously been tricked.”

“I’m sorry Plo. Believe me, I know. I- I don’t think they were themselves.”

“If it happened suddenly enough...when we were all in the field, isolated-”

“Being surrounded by our troops is not the same thing as being isolated!”

“Agreed. Explain what you mean by ‘not themselves’”

“Well, I had just defeated General Grievous.”

“Oh, hey! Nice!”

“Thank you, Anakin. I was rejoining the troops after defeating the General- My Commander handed me back my lightsaber, which I don’t think he would have done if he was planning on- well. I began- .”

“Hold on a moment. Do you mean to say you defeated Grievous without your lightsaber.”

“I’d rather not get into the distasteful specifics-”

“Ha! That means he used a blaster.”

“Keep a better grip on your saber, you should.”

“Enough interruptions- please allow him to get to the point.”

“...Master Koon, perhaps you should take a moment to release your emotions.”

“I will do so in a moment, continue Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, Cody seemed completely normal when I spoke to him. I began riding Boga up the cliff face to meet up with a rendezvous when the force started getting...dark. Darker than it had been. I heard- distant screaming. Death. It-”

“Wait, Boga? Whoargh”

“MASTER KOON CALM DOWN”

- - - - -

“...My apologies Knight Skywalker. I have had an...abnormally mentally taxing morning. My control is somewhat damaged...”

“No worries, happens to everyone, right?”

“...Let’s return to the room and discuss this later.”

- - - - -

“To breach the temple, need a force user familiar with our protections, they would...My padawan...dead at this time, he was, yes?

“Yes, Master, Yoda. It- Anakin had technically defeated him four days prior.”

“Technically?

“You- I’m sure you did defeat him- I was unconscious at the time but I’m certain of that much at least- but it was a trap. We were on a rescue mission and- I think Sidious wanted him eliminated at that point, so he could assume full control over both sides.”

“...He really has arranged things to win no matter, hasn’t he?”

"Obi-Wan, the temple purge- how-”

“I- I wasn’t on the planet at the time...”

“Well, do you have any idea what he might have done to control the clones?”

“Yes, I do have one theory actually- I didn’t witness any of these events first hand, but several months before the purge, one of the troopers killed Master Tiplar in a fit of madness- claimed not to clearly remember doing so and was sent to Kamino to be examined. Later, another clone- Fives- attempted to assassinate the Chancellor, accused him of working with the separatists as part of a conspiracy. The Chancellor’s medics claimed he had a tumor from a parasite on Ringo Vinda but in light of what happened after...well.

“...Why would we not investigate that.”

“Shaak Ti did, but her report was...vague. I only saw her two more times in person between now and the end. Her force presence was- shadowed. Not fallen, but...tired.”

“And you didn’t follow-up? None of us did?”

“...I can not even begin to express how much was happening at the time.”

“Nevertheless, Master Kenobi-”

“To be absolutely blunt I didn’t even remember the report until I was several months into hiding, with little else to do but meditate on the past. It just- fell into the cracks. Like a lot of things.”

“Force. We’re not assigning blame, we’re just attempting to understand. The knowledge of Palpatine...well it helps us understand a bit better how we got to where we are now. But how we got from here to there...”

“Yes, of course.”

“. . .”

“Obi-Wan?”

“Sorry- just...marshaling my memories. As I said before, the last year of the war was increasingly straining, with unrelenting pressure on the Order coming from all directions. None of us were at our best, but it in hindsight I was...still reeling...in particular. From- force I still can’t believe all that happened in six months- fuck. Sorry. Pardon my language.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about us- just keep going,”

“Krell betrayed us horrifically- I don’t think 501st or the 212th ever got over it. Immediately after that was that absolute clusterfuck of a mission- I spent a month in a Zygrian Slave Camp- I don’t even know what we were thinking dressing Ashoka like that- ”

“Wow, wow, WAIT-”

“We were trying to go undercover to rescue the Kiros colonists but obviously it blew up in our faces immediately. I was still healing from the, well, torture, when I had to go undercover as the assassin who killed myself in a Republic Jail to protect the Chancellor. I’d rather not talk about it but needless to say I was still physically and mentally not at my best when Maul returned from the dead-”

“I- Maul?”

“He wanted revenge on me for bisecting him on Naboo- turns out both sith and zabraks are very hard to kill, so that was a pleasant surprise. Didn’t really have time to meditate on that failure before we were training guerilla fighters on Onderara-”

“Wait, Naboo? You mean-'

“Yes. Anakin and Ashoka were still mad about faking my death during the ‘undercover thing’ so that made things- tense. Then Ashoka was sent to Illum for what was supposed to be a safe mission-”

“Oh gods-”

“She got kidnapped along with a number of initiates. Somehow befriended Hondo...so...that worked out fine. I guess. Then Maul and his brother. They. Well they got revenge. Satine died. They wanted to get back at me. I was still censured by the council for my actions from that incident at the time of the temple bombing-”

“You! Obi-Wan-”

“Which meant that when Ashoka was sentenced to death I could barely even speak a word in her defense, which is maybe just as well considering the blind faith we had in the senate-”

“WHAT!”

“Calm down, of course it wasn’t her, but after the sith hells she was put through she, understandably, had lost trust in the order and decided to strike out on her own. I was still trying to clean up that political mess, track her down, not to mention run multiple armies with even less help than before when I got the reports about the rogue clones. Obviously I should have done something with the information, but. Well, I didn’t.”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, rubbing his face with both hands. When he looked up to face the room, he was faced with various shades of shock and pity. There were several long moments of silence before Master Windu reluctantly spoke.

“... Let’s start with Krell.”

“Right. Right. Well, like I said the last year of the war was...hard. A number of people fell. Krell was the first, I think. His reasons were one of the less...hard to rationalize, even intellectually.”

“Pong Krell I suppose he always was-”

“Still I thought he had gotten over such things...”

“Oh, Kriff.”

“Relax Anakin, they haven’t taken off yet.”

“Oh, remember that one time when he was an initiate- that poor little Nautolan boy, what was his name?”

“Wait, taken off? Mace... who’s leading the my troops right now?”

“Master, before you freak out, they’re still on Coruscant.”

“Master Gallia, I don’t think that’s entirely fair- you can’t judge a Master by what they did as an initiate-”

“Ok, ok. I suppose take off must have been delayed due to my- well. When are they schedule to leave?”

“We can’t judge a Jedi by if they might fall, we could only judge them by their current actions.”

“Sundown? That- force. I had the start of a plan but- that’s enough time- but if you replace him...Sith Hells. I need things to proceed normally but kriff, there’s just not enough time. I- I don’t know if I can save everyone-”

“We’ll figure it out, Obi-Wan.”

“I- we’re coming back to this Windu- That was very well said Master Koon and I’d like you to hold onto that thought. We, we can’t judge our fellow Jedi for what they might do... good people can fall into darkness, when they’re pushed hard enough.”

“Then Krell...”

“Oh kark no, Krell’s irredeemable. Uh. That is to say. I’m reasonably certain he’s already been deliberately killing his men.

“Kriff.”

“Yes, quite.”

“...Can we go back to the brain parasite?”

- - - - -

“Alright, enough.”

“Agreed. We’re going in circles about the clone’s loyalty- once we finish this meeting we’ll start brain scans at once but for now- Obi-Wan the fallen. The purge.”

“I was on Utapau- I didn’t- I wasn’t there.”

“Master Kenobi, are you stalling?”

“Of course not, I- ok the next Jedi I remember falling was Depa Bilbaba.”

“. . .”

“That’s absurd.”

“Fall, anyone’s padawan can.

“Yes, but Depa-”

“It was a mission to Harun Kul- should I go into the details?”

“Damnit, Kenobi-

“She actually returned to the light, eventually.”

“Impossible!”

- - - - -

“Vos? I suppose he is a shadow...”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, boy-”

- - - - -

“I’m somewhat confused.”

“I wouldn’t say she fully joined the light but...she didn’t want to be dark anymore.”

“You don’t think it was just circumstances?”

“Well, two years after the fall of the republic I ran into her at a bar-”

“Of course you did”

“Oh shut up, like you wouldn’t drink after all that”

“Fair enough.”

“Anyway, she could have turned me in. The bounty on my head was obscenely high, but after all our history... she bought me a drink.”

“He’s definitely stalling.”

“Yes I know...”

- - - - -

“Luminara’s apprentice? She can barely stand violence, even in the hypothetical.”

“Yes...I think that was rather the point. She- she couldn’t accept the Jedi’s role in the war and she thought she didn’t have a way out...”

“Force have mercy on us all.”

- - - - -

“...Yoda...you have to understand, the darkness in the force was overwhelming at that point...you could hardly breath.”

“Master Kenobi, if you are trying to tell us that Yoda fell- I am- not going to have a mild reaction.”

“. . .”

“Obi-Wan?!”

“No, Yoda didn’t fall.”

“FUCK’S SAKE KENOBI DON’T DO THAT”

“Can fall, any of us.”

“DON’T YOU START”

“Deep breaths Master Koth, Deep Breaths.”

“I apologize for the confusion- I was just trying to explain that the last time I saw him, neither of us were in particularly sound state of minds-”

“KENOBI YOU ARE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE AND WE ALL KNOW IT JUST GET TO THE PART WHERE SKYWALKER FALLS INSTEAD OF DRAGGING IT OUT”

"KOTH!”

- - - - -

“...Things were fine. Things were- hopeful. Dooku was gone. We got word on Grevious’s location. I was assigned to go after him. Anakin wanted to come with me, to watch my back. He didn’t want to stay on Coruscant. The council- the council ordered him to spy on the Chancellor. He protested, was uncomfortable with the idea. But he agreed. We made some jokes as we were saying goodbyes. I left Coruscant. Got to Utatpau. Killed Grevious. Thought the war was over. The force got dark. I was shot off a cliff. All the Jedi were dying. My bond with Anakin got dark. My troops felt- like strangers. When I got back Yoda told me he- he was lost to the darkside. Was the new apprentice. Palpatine claimed the Jedi tried to assassinate him. I don’t- actually understood what happened, it was all just a few days... but I have to assume Palpatine...or the person who was controlling Palpatine! Please adi’ka, you know I-

“I know, Master. It’s...Kriff- I don’t- I’m sorry.”

“We shouldn’t have split up. I shouldn’t have left you.

“Obi-Wan...you can’t actually blame yourself for what I did, what I- haven’t done, technically"

“I...”

“Well. That explains-”

“Explains, what Master Gallia? Explains why we shouldn’t have allowed an elderly politician unrestrained access to a child?”

“Master! Don’t say it like that-”

“That explains your stalling Master Kenobi, be at peace. We’re not going to judge Knight Skywalker for unknown actions he has yet to take.”

“Mace! are you all right?”

“Headache. Talk about it later.”

“Tell us who may fall, you did. Judge them prematurely, we shall not. Watch them carefully, we will.”

“...With all do respect I’m not sure the council is capable of meaningfully distinguishing between the two.’

“Master Kenobi! Perhaps we should revisit the ‘attachment’ discussion we had previously agreed to forestall?”

“Oh that is such-”

“Anakin, please allow me. Mundi- shut up or let us read the note.”

“Master Koon!”

“For all the distress being vented, I feel there is a notable lack of compassion in this room and quite frankly I find it unacceptable.”

- - - - -

“So...you didn’t watch the security holograms?”

“Yoda said not to. I think that’s everything- we should start brain scans now.”

“Kenobi...”

“Yes?”

“When Yoda was fighting Palpatine...”

“Master Gallia- not right now”

“Yes, Master Windu.”

“. . .”

“Force Be With Us.”

“Indeed.”

“Quite.”

“Hm.”

“Council Members- if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to get back to the archives. I have a few things I’d like to dig into.”

“Of course. We trust your discretion.”

“Take care of yourself, Obi-Wan”

“You as well, Master Nu. I am forever in your debt for what you brought me.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“...Now what?”

“It’s going to break our ‘contract’ with the Kamonian’s but...we’re going to have to get a clone into the healing halls for a neurological examination.”

“I...might be able to help with that. Without going very far at all actually.”

“What do you mean by that, Master Eerin?”

“Sorry, terribly sorry, I just remembered I have to take care of something-”

“What?”

“This...is rather the part we were hoping for your assistance Vokara-”

“Stay, Master Che. Given everything- I think we’re past the point of needing plausible deniability.”

“You’re... most likely right. Apologies, force of habit.”

“Would either of you care to explain?”

“Well...technically the temple isn’t allowed to care for wounded clones. Doing so would violate their ‘warranty’. However...”

Part XIX

#star wars #my au #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au no 27 #time travel #star wars au #star wars fanfiction

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starwarslut · 3 years

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guess who’s (finally) back with more clone wars thoughts! this one’s not a lot of content for how much time it covered, but in my defence i spent most of the time frozen in shock (if you wanna catch up here’s the first and second):

- padmé is a girlboss

- i love commander wolffe, he just has such tired oldest sibling energy: “dad left me in charge let’s just all make it there in one piece as quickly as possible please”

- i’m not emotionally prepared for the umbara arc

- oh god everything about krell is so much worse than i had expected - he just gets there and immediately starts insulting the shit out of everyone - what an ass

- on a more positive note i love hardcase he’s so enthusiastic about everything

- every interaction between fives and rex is just *chefs kiss* magnifique

- it’s been three months and i’m still not ready for the umbara arc

- all of them talking shit abt krell together warms my heart

- dogma kinda reminds me of 3po

- jesse might me my new favourite— the amount of sass in this man is astronomical

- i don’t know if i’ve said anything about this before but rex has eldest sibling energy

- like in a “rex is definitely the eldest sibling of the 501st, but the youngest sibling of the commanders” kinda way

- hardcase and fives are like kids on christmas in their stolen umbaran ships— this warms my heart because all i want is to see them happy

- fives, jesse, and hardcase’s little jailbreak with the fighters is absolutely spectacular

- jesse: i’m doing this out of spite hardcase: i’m doing this for fun

- FUCK. HARDCASE. NO.

- WAXER TOO?!?!! NONONO

- i regret ever watching star wars i did not sign up for this sort of pain

- we’re really just gonna go straight from umbara to zygerria? no break? what the hell dave?

- rex deserves a vacation this man does so much he needs a break >:(

- the little gunner sidecars!!!!!!

- ANAKINS REACTION TO THE ZYGERRIAN!!!! HOO BABEY I LOVE IT WE NEVER SEE HIM REALLY MENTION MUCH ABT HIS PRE-JEDI CHILDHOOD AND THAT’S A CRIME

- anakin trying to woo the queen is still less cringe than his flirting with padme in aotc and that’s incredibly upsetting

- BADASS ASHOKA I LOVE HER SHE IS SO BRAVE

- AYE AYE PLO KOON TO THE RESCUE

- FUCK IT UP REX HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT

- wait what the fuck why does every big bad event happen back to back why can’t these poor saps catch a break i’m going to bed to have words with dave on this

- little boba in prison was a gift i didn’t know i needed— so much attitude in such a little package

- palpatine is such a bag of dicks the council should have just let him get kidnapped, maybe he would have even died

- i think it’d actually be fucking hilarious if palpatine got killed during the failed kidnapping, i don’t know or really care how, but i think it should have happened

- but anakin callin obi-wan his BEST FRIEND??!??? i’m gonna cry

- i swear to god if the obi-wan series doesn’t have more of this badass obi-wan from the hardeen mission then i don’t want it

- BOUNTY HUNTER HUNGER GAMES OH YEA BABEY

- dooku is such a dramatic bastard, he and obi-wan must have gotten along great

- why does mother talzin low-key sound like dracula from hotel transylvania (her voice has been haunting me since her first appearance but i just recently figured out that this is probably why)

- by some miracle, i’ve done an amazing job of avoiding clone wars spoilers because most of this shit took me completely by surprise, but not in a good way

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kiwikipedia · 3 years

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do you happen to have any spare kel Dor headcanons? not on any particular subject, i just really like yours.

DO I EVER!!

Here are only some of them because I have many and these are the ones I have on hand atm. There are some things from Legends that I’ve mixed in, mostly just to tie some headcanons together. im also compiling a fan made index of words for the kel dor that i can post at a later date hahaha

- A Kel Dor’s first name holds no major meaning like most other species' names would, but is an onomatopoeia from the various noises that the storms and planetary noises that are made on Dorin (this is partially canon but then again Legends is just not canon now so whatever). What is important are the last names, as those are attached to Clans and have actual meaning to them.

- Kel Dor Clan Names are based on the Clan's original trade or job. The Koon family name, for example, meant 'explorer' while the Raal name means 'reader' and Keevil is one of many ways that had been used to say 'navigator' in the ancient days

- Often a Kel Dor's given name is single syllabled but there are those who expand to up to three, however those are rare. One and two syllabled names are more common and recognized.

-This is due to an ancient superstition about the "wind spirits" of Dorin. Upon hearing the sustained wind-sound of a long name, so the story went, the wind spirits would have mistaken the child for one of their own, and carried him or her off to be raised as a wind-child.

- Though depending on where you are on the planet, the superstition can change to where children who didn’t have short names that matched the noises were spirited away because the spirits believed, as the Kel Dor were seen as the “children” of the spirits, that those children with names that were too long were not their “children” and took it upon themselves to “rid” their “children” of the imposters.

(More under the cut)

- The Spirits, in Kel Dor culture, love to play and Wind Chimes will keep them busy in general. Having a wind chime near your bed or the bed of the child with the longer name kept you or them safe from being stolen away because the spirits were too busy playing with the chimes to even think about taking the person away.

- The tradition of using the sounds of planetary phenomena mean that Kel Dor given names appear to have almost no meaning to an outsider, but another Kel Dor who had heard the sound in question and could identify the phenomenon would understand the significance and meaning of the name. But still, the Kel Dor don’t hinge their lives or any sort of care on that name. For them it is the Clan name that holds importance, as many name meanings do overlap

-For example, Ban Sult's name has next to no meaning to a human, but to the Kel Dor they know that Ban comes from the Dorin equivalent to a Skyquake and for the Sult Clan that signifies one who is courageous and spontaneous

- Plo’s name corresponds to the thunder and is given to one who will become wise and strong. Sha’s is in reverence to the sound of the rain when wind blows it around, and has the same root meaning of Plo’s.

- Saf Koon’s— Sha’s Mother and Plo’s sister— is similar to Sha’s in that it is the noise that is created when rain comes down in sheets but is blown by the wind. Saf has the meaning of new beginnings.

- Fae Koon’s is in reference to the wind that goes through the mountains while Ath Lirn’s to the wind that goes through the valley— both share the same meaning of one who is of compassion and joy.

- Tep Raal is the noise rain makes when it hits the ground and is the name of one who is also strong and wise.

- Lun Feng’s name comes from the echo of thunder that is in the mountain valleys— a thing that is felt more than heard, and thus the meaning is so.

- It is considered it very bad luck to name a child away from Dorin. In the event that a hatchling is born off of Dorin, it is simply called as "An'ak'na" or "Child" until the parents can return to Dorin to name them.

- Kel Dor that are off planet and are meeting for the first time will introduce themselves as their Clan before they use their first name.

Usually it would go something like:

“I am of the Koon Clan Line, well met.”

“Ah, an explorer. Well met, I am of Eerm.”

“A Hunter then! Koh-to-yah, my friend. Your Clan is well, and wait for the days the winds bring you back home.”

- If a Kel Dor is greeting another in a formal setting and they do know one another, Clan names are still often brought into the greeting

“Koh-to-yah, Master Koon! It has been a long time, has it not? The Feng Clan sharpens its talons in anticipation for when the Winds lead you home."

“And to you my friend, I am certain the Koon Clan watches the horizon for when the Winds return you home as well."

- Kel Dor are basically immortal when it comes to age. They just. keep existing. They can be killed, obviously, but dying of old age was an unknown to them until they started interacting with people outside of Dorin. They just... released themselves into the force once they were ready. Though they didn’t call it the Force, they called it “returning to the winds”

- Back on the topic of the Wind Spirits for a moment, but belief of them ranges from Kel Dor to Kel Dor. Nonetheless, the Kel Dor don’t exactly worship the wind spirits as fervently anymore but they certainly believe in their existence still. They have a healthy respect for them and still keep with a lot of their traditions from the ancient days.

- Nearly every Kel Dor is force sensitive, but not all of them meet the requirements to be taken note of by the Jedi Order. Even those who would often do not go, though it varies from family unit within Clans. The Koon Clan sends some, most steamming from Plo, Fae, and Sha's direct relative line, along with Dural, Braga, and Kowa Clans having their own Jedi within the Order through out the millennia

- It's not actually rare for Kel Dor to be off of Dorin, but a lot like Shistavanens, it's harder to find them off Planet. Many will stick to Atmosphere type III planets. Keevil, Koon, and Kowa are the most likely to be seen off planet— affectionately called the wandering Ks among the Kel Dor— as they are navigators, explorers, and merchants.

- That said, the most insufferable of the Kel Dor that was off planet at during the twilight years of the Republic was their last Senator before 19 BBY— Sage and Senator Lun Feng.

- Lun Feng is a living terror to the Senate whenever anything towards the Order, the GAR, Dorin, or Dorin’s Allies are brought up and the Senate Lives In Fear™

- You know how Plo Koon asks the Council chamber to lower oxygen? Lun does that in the middle of Senatorial Meetings if he feels as if someone's bigoted rant needs to be interrupted.

- Whenever Lun Feng brought up to the Council by the Senate, Plo just wheezes because yeah, they should’ve known better than to expect anything but difficulty to the Kel Dor.

- Before Feng, Nir Yilk was the Senatorial Representative with four aides, two of which were Dural and one was a Braga. The fourth was of Raal, much like one of Feng's aides— Tep Raal.

- Kel Dor gender is a very wide spectrum but have been boxed into three possibles due to outside culture while they’re off world. Kel Dor gender is based off of their minds. (we’re not gonna talk about physical differences because I have words about it)

- They have a fifteen click system that they use off Dorin, but Plo does state that there are far more than 15 genders among the Kel Dor because Gender is more or less something that just doesn't matter to them. All Kel Dor can bear and sire children, so why does it matter?

- As Kel Dor are not a mammalian species, if they were to cross species reproductively there is a much higher chance of crossing with other non mammals. However, cross species children are very rare no matter if the other partner is or isnt a non mammalian. This is in part that Kel Dor reproduction in general is somewhat difficult— the act isn't its just that no one is sure why there is a low hatch rate / low number of children who survive.

- Kel Dor in the Order aren't exactly exempt from the No Attachment Rule, unlike Cereans, but this is simply due to the population numbers of the Kel Dor being much higher than the Cereans. Sure a good chunk of them are hundreds of years old, but there's no urgency to reproduce— aside from the fact that Kel Dor adore children.

- Speaking of No Attachment, it gets rather difficult because the Kel Dor view attachment a bit differently than many other sentients. This is because the Kel Dor are a very communal species that creates emotional ties and mental 'webs' of connections with both friend and family.

- They thrive off of those connections and webs that they create and should their web be destroyed all at once, the psychic damage is very damaging to the point of a Kel Dor possibly dying. The damage can be controlled in one of two ways— entering a state of self induced Coma to heal slowly over time usually with the Kel Dor working mentally through the damage as well, or by another Kel Dor throwing up very, very strong walls to minimize the damage and assist in healing. The Kigh Clan specializes in this, though Fae Koon has some skill there as well.

- Should only a portion of the web or connections get destroyed at once, it is a bit easier to deal with. After Order 66 Saa Kowa and Fae Koon both managed to sustain minimal damage due to their larger web of connections with the Sages back on Dorin.

#Spoofymcgee tag #penguinkiwi answers stuff #penguinkiwi headcanons #Headcanons #Kel Dor #Sha Koon #Plo Koon #Plo Koon's Uncle #Fae Koon (PKWSW)#Lun Feng (PKWSW)#Tepp Raal (PKWSW)#Ath Lirn (PKWSW)#Star wars #star wars: the expanded Universe #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars The Prequel Trilogy #star wars #Penguinkiwi OCs #Saf Koon (PKWSW)

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dashedwithromance · 4 years

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Writing Masterlist

All my fics under the header

STAR WARS - THE CLONE WARS

too much, but just enough - Ahsoka is given a vision from the Daughter, and it changes everything

hold me like you used to (so tight i’d bruise you) - years after her world falls apart for the second time, Ahsoka is given the chance to say goodbye to the two she misses most (Ahsoka, Anakin, and Obi-Wan)

i still talk to you (when i’m screaming at the sky) - on her final mission before Malachor, Ahsoka is given a choice and a chance (Ahsoka and little skyguy)

i can go anywhere i want (anywhere i want, just not home) - a study in how to look at the face of your childhood when you’ve left everything behind (Ahsoka, Plo Koon, and Wolffe)

tapped on the window of your darkest night - grandmaster and grandpadawan bonding, ft. dancing and copious amounts of feelings

an empty graveyard - following order 66, ahsoka’s mind is a graveyard. this is how she remembers

spare parts - having left the order, ahsoka copes with the knowledge her family has moved on without her

just between us, did the love affair maim you too? - aayla and bly, and the curse of memory. based off all too well film

leave me my name - what it means to be lonely in a world where no one can know your name (ahsoka character study)

sing silence - if rex didn’t survive the Tribunal crash

when the piano sings again - ahsoka dies on malachor. rex brings her home

STALKING JACK THE RIPPER

SJTR Fic Masterlist

KINGDOM OF THE WICKED

Slithered Here From Eden - Wrath makes amends by way of a takeaway service

Secret Moments In A Crowded Room - a stolen moment between Emilia and Wrath

what am i supposed to do (when there’s no you?) - mirrors, twins, and grief

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meantforinfinitesadness · 4 years

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Interview AU Part Five (5)

the past interview au’s weren’t titled or numbered...whoops. This will also be on ao3! I’m in the process of making it a series because I love it and I want to write more for it so bad lol.

This interview is actually based off a tumblr post by @anotherhawk that you can see right here!

Warning: It’s really long this time.

The clip starts with General Depa Billaba standing in the creche. She has a small Twi’lek child in her arms. The child has one finger in their mouth loosely and is staring at the holo-recorder unabashedly. Behind them, a Knight runs around the creche being chased by smaller beings.

High General Depa Billaba

“Oh?” General Billaba raises an eyebrow and exchanges looks with the Twi’lek in her arms. “I wasn’t aware that rumor has made a comeback.”

Behind them, the Knight loses the fight against the younglings and is tackled to the ground. He’s impossible to see underneath them.

The scene changes and two Jedi stand in front of the holo-recorder this time.

“This again?” The Korrun Jedi asks dryly.

High General Mace Windu

His eyebrow raises in a manner stunningly similar to the one General Billaba had raised earlier.

“Hm,” The Kel-Dor Jedi chimes in with his arms crossed and hidden in the voluminous sleeves of his brown robe.

High General Plo Koon

“It is strange that this rumor would come about now.” He muses.

Beside him, General Windu rolls his eyes. “We might as well take advantage of this situation and clear things up.” Next to him, General Koon nods. “For the record,” Windu continues. “The Jedi do not steal children or babies.”

“It is something that most do not understand.” General Koon picks up. “We find Force-sensitive children, and if their parents are willing or want us to, we bring them back to the Temple to be trained.”

“We have never once stolen a child from anyone.” Windu finishes. The hall they’re in is silent for a moment, then General Windu groans. His head falls and he takes a deep breath in before speaking. “Did these rumors have anything to do with a tall Jedi that had long hair?” The silence returns, but the recorder shakes a bit as the crew answers.

“I see,” General Koon’s mask rises a bit as though he’s smiling under it. “You should speak to Master Kenobi about this.” Koon and Windu share a glance.

“Obi-Wan will have far more to say, I think.” General Windu adds.

The location switches again. The room is far different from the past locations. This time there are flowers, trees, and an abundance of fountains. The light is far brighter and there’s a sense of calm one could feel even when watching the clip through the holo-screens.

In front of the recorders are a clone with gold paint on his armor and his helmet tucked under his arm, and a ginger-haired Jedi. The Jedi is pale and looks as though he shouldn’t be up and about.

“Oh?” The Jedi blinks tired blue eyes at the recorder.

High General Obi-Wan Kenobi

“I can’t imagine why-” General Kenobi cuts himself off then smiles. “Ah,” he says softly. “I understand why Masters Windu and Koon would send you here.” He shifts a little and his Commander watches the movement carefully.

“I can only think of one reason for this. It’s true that the Jedi don’t steal children or babies. However,” Kenobi pauses and there’s a glint in his eyes. “We are known for stealing our own back.”

“Sir?” The clone asks with a concerned look in his eye that speaks volumes.

Marshal Commander Cody

“You see,” General Kenobi pauses to cough into his sleeve before blinking rapidly and sneezing. “Goodness,” he says once it ends.

Commander Cody looks about ready to drag his General to the nearest Healer and not let him out until he’s old and gray.

“Apologies. Where was I?” The General pauses and lifts a hand to brush against his beard as he thinks. This causes his Commander to look even more concerned than before.

“Ah, yes.” Kenobi smiles widely. “You see, years ago there was a Master and Padawan duo. Their missions were mostly negotiations.” Commander Cody squints a bit at that. “Unfortunately,” The General continues without noticing the look being sent his way. “They didn’t always remain as easy or straight forward as either would have liked or been lead to believe.” Kenobi pauses to catch his breath, then continues. “The reason this pertains to the rumor is that the Master had a tendency to, well, lose his Padawan. Because of this, he was constantly stealing his Padawan back. It happened on nearly every mission they were on. So, that’s why the rumor exists.” Kenobi sniffs and rubs his nose lightly. “And, well, the only reason I know so much about it and could tell you stories, is because I was the Padawan.” He finishes with a smile.

The silence that drapes over the small section of the room they’re in is deafening.

“Sir-” the Commander starts, but Kenobi merely turns his smile on his Commander.

“Yes, Cody. This is the exact reason why Mace gave you explicit instructions to keep an eye on me when necessary.”

The blank stare that the Commander sends his General could kill a man.

“Sir, General Windu thought that every moment was necessary.” He says dryly.

Kenobi waves a hand at him and turns his attention back to the recorders.

“Speaking of Master Windu, he could really give you far more information about his. There’s reason to believe that I was the only Padawan to be lost as many times as I was. Mace seems to have the answer to that.”

The scene changes one more time. General Windu is in front of the recorders again, but he’s alone this time. He stares into the lens and says only one word.

“Trauma.”

The screen goes black.

#interview au #my fic #obi wan kenobi #mace windu #commander cody #depa billaba #plo koon #au #kali writes

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fireflyfish · 4 years

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Tagged by @writegowrite

AO3 name: fireflyfish

Fandom: Star Wars, more specifically the Prequel Trilogy and the Clone Wars with bits of Post-Anakin’s-Worst-Decision-Ever-Era thrown in here and there.

Number of fics: 17 And none of them are finished. *sobbing* Why am I like this??? Okay that’s not entirely true. Some of them are one shots that are technically finished but I am terribly disappointed in myself and going to give myself a stern talking to one of these days.

Fic you spent the most time on: Based solely on word count? Tano and Kenobi.

Based anxiously freaking out and pestering @writegowrite if what I’ve written is coherent and vaguely readable? Tano and Kenobi.

Based solely on the sheer amount of whining about Vaderkin’s bad life choices and how I just need him to chill and stop being an evil dick? After the End of the World.

Fic you spent the least amount of time on: Uhmmm.... Leitmotif. That flowed pretty seamlessly from wherever it is my writing comes from.

Longest fic: Tano and Kenobi hands down. It’s plotted to be six seasons long. *more sobbing*

Shortest fic: Drunken Clone Limericks, helpfully written by Writegowrite because, let’s be real here. She is the superior poet and writer in this family.

Most hits: Tano and Kenobi, natch.

Most kudos: The Further Adventures of Ahsoka Tano and Obi-Wan Kenobi with special guest star The Burning Man Who Does Not Die!

Most comment threads: Wait... Is this a thing you can count on AO3? Is this different from the general comments number? Also my second most popular fic for comments is After The End.

Fave fic you wrote: Ehm... depends on the criteria, which was not specified so I don’t have to make a choice between my children. Let’s be real here it’s Ohnaka v Skywalker: Dawn of Nonsense.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Uh... I can’t even finish the fics I currently have listed and you want me to re-write one of them???

If time was no object I would really like to do more work on SCARverse and Where Shall We Three Meet Again?

I would really like to expand more on the world building of SCARverse and give an idea of how the galaxy’s changed after ten years of civil war and the kind of people Anakin, Ahsoka and the members of Torrent Company have had to become in the interim.

And I just adore the Obi-Squad in We Three. I just love to work with them and listen to them snark at each other while taking care of Podracer like he’s this precious unicorn they’ve stumbled upon and must protect from the harsh realities of life. They will occasionally read fan fiction and it is a delight. Arulas is a surprising Codywan shipper. Podracer ships Obi/Everything, especially naps, and Little Sister is just mildly horrified at all the smooching.

Share a bit of your wip or share a story idea that you’re planning:

From T&K Season 4...

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“Thank you,” Didia said, her relief evident in her voice as she bowed her head. “I will relay your message to the Duchess. Lady Bo-Kat, Shmi and Ani will be down shortly. I think Ani needs time to assemble his beskar’gam.”

With a smile and a wave, Didia hurried off into the house, her short, dark hair swinging behind her as she walked.

“I did not realize Mandalorians passed on their armor at such a young age,” Plo Koon said, looking at Ahsoka and Obi-Wan, curiosity in his voice.

“It’s probably one of my robes that he’s stolen,” Obi-Wan grumbled in mock affront, his arms folded across his chest. “I’m going to have to cut him off as the Quarter Master has threatened to dock my stipend if I keep asking for new ones every other month.”

“Surely Anakin can’t have stolen that many robes,” Ahsoka said, giving her padawan a disbelieving look. “He’s only three.”

Obi-Wan flushed a little at Ahsoka’s observation and cleared his throat before speaking. “Ehm… yes, well, that is true. Anakin is not solely responsible for my rash of missing robes. But he is a repeat offender.”

Plo Koon laughed at that, a rumble of good humor that filled the room with warmth, helping to calm Ahsoka and Obi-Wan’s nerves about the meeting. “You should be more mindful of your robes, Obi-Wan. They are very expensive when you have to buy them yourself.”

“Master Plo!” Ahsoka gasped in shocked delight. “Are you telling us Quarter Master made you buy your own outer robe?”

“I was young and brash once,” Plo Koon said, having far too much fun. “It is surprisingly easy to lose one’s robes in the midst of a mission.”

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Tagging.... @glare-gryphon and... @elfpen @laventadorn and anyone else who wants to join in the fun!

#Okay #Time to get some food

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the-and-sign-anon · 4 years

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Lost Padawan: Confrontation

Word count: 1,173

Magnolia was happy on Mandalore. Things weren’t perfect by any means, but it was enough. Satine and some friends of hers had staged an escape attempt, but were unsuccessful. After that, Magnolia’s visits to Satine ended. She no longer felt she could trust the former duchess and her brothers agreed that she should steer clear of her.

Maul and Savage had truly become her brothers. The trio spent nearly every day together training, talking, laughing. They shared with her their story, and she opened up about her life in the Jedi Order. It wasn’t easy for her to talk about her early years; the false Jedi who stole her away and nearly escaped with her locked up in his ship, the fight her parents put up to rescue her, Master Shaak Ti bringing her to the Temple where she had nightmares to deal with. All of it only made Maul more protective of her and Savage more sympathetic.

As the weeks passed, she started to believe she’d managed to start bringing her brothers to the Light. She hadn’t heard Maul talk about his revenge for a long while, so she hoped he had dropped it and moved on. When she was given the opportunity to explore Mandalore with a Mandalorian bodyguard, she was happy. Really, genuinely happy. The pair visited a marketplace, where she got to meet a few vendors and make light conversation. She couldn’t help noticing though that there was no diversity among the people of Mandalore. They all looked the same, which was a bit of a shock after all the places she’d been with dozens of species all living together.

When she grew tired and made her way back to the palace, she found an old familiar face in the throne room. Maul stood in front of the throne with Savage a few feet behind. Satine was held in a Force-grip beside him while a few Mandalorians held Obi-Wan Kenobi captive. She could feel all the anger, from everyone there, and where it was leading.

“I never planned on killing you. But I will make you share my pain, Kenobi.”

“Maul!”

Magnolia acted on instinct, reaching her hands out. She stopped Satine as Maul tried to bring her forward, at the same moment ripping the Darksaber from his grasp. Everyone turned to look at her in shock, none more than Obi-Wan.

“Magnolia Rhodes…”

“Not now, Kenobi.”

“Young one-”

“Maul, you swore to me you’d leave her be!”

She released her own grip on the former duchess and she dropped to the floor. Obi-Wan tried to move toward her, but the Mandalorians kept him back.

“You promised that you would just leave her in her cell. Is this why you let me go out today?”

The anger rolled off of her in waves. Maul and Savage didn’t dare take their eyes off her for fear of what she could do. They’d never pushed her this far, and it only made them realize they didn’t actually want her to go to the Dark Side. She was a beacon of light in their lives and they couldn’t lose that now.

“Magnolia, put the sabers down. Please.”

She didn’t even realize her lightsaber was in her hand, the stolen darksaber in the other. Magnolia was a truly intimidating sight. Her gray and black robes, her long hair, her glaringly absent padawan braid. Her eyes looked more than gold in the deep orange glow of her own saber, contrasted sharply by the darksaber in her opposite hand. Obi-Wan could hardly have recognized her if she hadn’t already been called by name.

“Maul, you promised. I thought we were making progress. But you’re weaker than I thought.”

The zabrak flinched at her words. Actually flinched, with a look of guilt in his eyes. Savage felt the same way, but stayed quiet during the exchange.

“Let Kenobi go. Now.”

Her command was directed not at Maul, but directly to the Mandalorians. They followed with barely a second of hesitation. Obi-Wan was released and he rushed to Satine’s side. They stayed close and watched for whatever would come next.

“Magnolia, give me the saber.”

Savage spoke gently, like she was a youngling. He knew she didn’t like being ordered around, so it was the right approach. She let him come closer, then deactivated the darksaber and handed it over. Her lightsaber was turned off next and returned to her belt.

“We need to have a serious conversation. Just the three of us.” She turned to the Mandalorians again. “Take them both to a cell, gently. They can stay there until we’re finished talking.”

They followed, pulling Obi-Wan and Satine to their feet and leading them down to the cells. Magnolia tilted her head toward another hallway and the trio left the throne room to go to the gardens instead. She was quiet the whole way there. It was so unlike her and it only made the brothers more concerned.

“Maul, I thought you could get past all of this. Was it not enough to rule Mandalore and the Shadow Collective? Was it not enough that you have a family; me and Savage? I want you to tell me exactly why you want Kenobi dead so badly.”

“He cut me in half.”

“Because you’d just murdered his master in front of him! If anyone ever laid a finger on Plo Koon, I’d probably try to kill them too. It isn’t Kenobi’s fault, everything that’s happened. You know who’s responsible.”

Savage sat down first, followed by Maul. Magnolia chose to pace in front of them instead.

“I do.”

“It’s not Kenobi. And it’s not you. That Sith, that… Darth Sidious. He is the one that dragged you into the Dark in the first place. He’s the one who sent you into that fight. He’s the one who abandoned you when Obi-Wan left. But you’re free of him now. You can become whoever you want to be, and the only one standing in the way of that is you. So why can’t you let go of that hatred, that anger?”

Maul knew she was right. Sidious was the one responsible for setting him up to fail. So much of the pain and anguish was because of him. But not all of it. When Savage first found him, they could have left everything behind and lived free. But instead they went to Mother Talzin and roped themselve into this long and twisted road further into the Dark than they’d been before.

“I do want to let go. I just don’t know how to live without it. All I’ve ever known is the Dark.”

“Then let me teach you the Light. We can figure it out together, the three of us. But the first step is letting Kenobi go.”

“And the Duchess?”

“Satine can stay here for now. Kenobi will just have to trust me when I tell him she won’t be harmed.”

“How much trust do you really think he has in you?”

“We’ll just have to find out I suppose.”

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