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STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:34:34

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Obi-Wan’s Worst Nightmare

Pairing:Anakin Skywalker x reader (mentions of obi wan)

Warnings:Anakin being silly

Bonus: Obi Wan pov

You’re sitting on the couch in the Jedi Temple, minding your own business, when Anakin bursts into the room with a dramatic swirl of his robe.

“Alright, I need your help,” he declares, hands on his hips.

You raise an eyebrow. “With what?”

“I may or may not have… challenged Obi-Wan to a pod race through the Temple halls.”

Your eyes widen. “Anakin—”

“And I may or may not have modified my podracer to include a slight—uh—explosive speed boost.”

You stare at him. He stares back. Somewhere in the distance, there is a loud crash, followed by Obi-Wan’s exasperated shout: “ANAKIN!”

Sighing, you stand up. “How do I always end up as your accomplice?”

Anakin grins, grabbing your hand as he pulls you toward the door. “Because you love me and my brilliant ideas!”

“That is debatable,” you mutter as you prepare to run for your life.

Obi-Wan’s POV

Obi-Wan Kenobi was having a perfectly normal day—until he wasn’t.

One moment, he was enjoying a cup of tea, savoring the rare peace and quiet in the Jedi Temple. The next, a blur of absolute chaos sped past him in the halls, nearly knocking over three Padawans and a very startled Yoda.

At first, he dared to hope it was just a rogue training droid. But no. That would be too easy.

Then, he heard it.

The unmistakable sound of Anakin Skywalker cackling.

Obi-Wan slowly turned, teacup still in hand, just in time to see Anakin and you zoom past in a makeshift podracer, sparks flying, the engine sounding like it was on the verge of imploding.

“ANAKIN!”

Anakin didn’t even look back. “IT’S FINE, MASTER!”

“It is not fine!” Obi-Wan snapped, already regretting every life decision that led him to this moment. “That thing is going to explode!”

“Not if I—”

The podracer backfired violently.

“Okay, maybe it’s going to explode,” Anakin admitted.

Obi-Wan let out the longest sigh of his life. He downed the rest of his tea in one gulp. He was too old for this. He was far too old for this.

And then, as if the Force itself wished to punish him, the podracer veered sharply directly toward him.

“Force give me strength,” Obi-Wan muttered before promptly diving out of the way.

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Maybe Vader and Ani dismantle the Empire simply by blowing the budget on making the best podracer ever. Can’t run an Empire if all ur credits went to buying the best engine on Tatooine 😂

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walk the line | one

SUMMARY — you crash land on d’qar and meet poe dameron. he makes a promise you know he won't be able to keep.

WORD COUNT — 2,735

WARNINGS — swearing, slight angst, mentions of panic, grief, & trauma

NOTES — it finally made it out of the drafts!!! fuck yeah concrete

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Kriff, your head hurts. Groaning, you did your best to orient yourself and quell the queasy feeling gripping at your stomach. Reaching up, you attempted to press your palm to the side of your head, only to find a strong grip restricting your movements. 

Your eyes flew open, pupils wide as they met dark, brooding ones. “Who the hell are you?”

“Who the hell are you?” He spat back, brows knit tight. Behind him, a fire blazed, roaring and rolling waves of heat right at you.

Craning your neck from where you were — on the ground, only previously held in a sitting position because of the person gripping both of your arms — you strained over his shoulder to find your TIE fighter in smouldering ruins, a rush of breath leaving your lips. 

“Oh, come on! That thing took me forever to build!” You groaned, lip pulling between your teeth as you continued to take in the damage. “What the hell am I gonna do now?”

The man’s grip loosened on your arms, eyes widening as his eyebrows nearly shot up to his hairline. “Wait. You built that thing?”

“Yeah, I did.” You glared at him. “It got me off Tatooine. I can’t believe the entire engine just decided to quit on me! Useless piece of Old Empire junk,”  

The man before you stuttered over his words, letting go of you entirely. Beside you, another man stood, worry painting his features. “Poe, are you sure you wanna do that—” 

“It’s fine, Snap. She’s a civilian.” The man, Poe, glanced back at you. “You are a civilian, right?”

You scoffed, laughing humorlessly as Poe stood, allowing you the room to copy his actions. “Like I would tell you if I was First Order. I mean, really, what kind of idiot do you take me for?”

“One smart enough to rebuild an Old Republic TIE fighter.”  

“From scratch,” you smiled wide. “On Tatooine. With very little resources. And lots of jerry-rigging.” 

“Maybe that’s why the engine gave out,” Poe remarked sarcastically, scoffing as you rolled your eyes. 

“I made sure the engine was genuine, dumbass.” You scoffed, side-stepping him. “I’ve rebuilt tons of podracers from nothing. This thing’s just a piece of junk.” 

Poe didn’t speak, and neither did his weary partner. You eyed them briefly before turning back to the wreckage. Reaching up, you grasped at the chain at your neck, breathing a relieved sigh when your fingers grazed at the small locket resting upon it. Then, as discreetly as you were able, you took a breath and reached into the inner pocket of your jacket, cool metal meeting your fingers with a relieved sigh. Still safe. 

You heard the underbrush rustle, warmth pulling at every fibre of your body, shocking you back to life. Twisting on your heel, your wide eyes met Poe’s, watching as his eyebrows furrowed again, seemingly confused at your every move. 

“Come on,” he said, dragging the sentence out, clearly still inspecting you. “We’re about a mile out from the base. If we haul ass, we can make it in time for dinner.” 

“Base?” It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows, letting go of your locket as you desperately pushed that warmth deep down, trying with everything you had to stamp it out. 

Poe, who’d already started walking away from the wreckage with Snap, turned back. “Yeah, base. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? To join up.”

“Sorry, join up for what exactly?”

Poe’s lips split into a cocky smirk, hands falling to his hips as he nodded once. “The Resistance.”

———

The walk to the base was the closest you’d gotten to pure agony in a long while. 

With Poe in the lead and Snap taking up the rear, you could swear that you were stuck between the most talkative pair of people in the entire galaxy. They prattled on about dinner, presumably trying to sway you on whether or not you would actually join their cause. 

Once upon a time, you would’ve. The younger you would’ve jumped at the opportunity to fight for something as big as this, in the same way she jumped between the trees behind her childhood home. 

But that was a long time ago. Before everything you knew was nothing more than dust in the wind and you were sneaking onto passenger ships without papers, heading wherever was most convenient for you. And that was just who you were now. A woman with nowhere to go, with nothing ahead of her except for a little revenge and a triumphant return to her former career. 

“You’re gonna love what we’ve got to eat tonight, I promise,” Snap assured from behind you, and the eagerness in his voice made you want to break something. Whether it was just you being irritated, or the sudden inability to push that pesky feeling deep within you away, you weren’t really sure. All you wanted was for the both of them to shut up. 

Poe glanced back at Snap. “Well, you’re gonna have to save us a few plates, Snap. General Organa’s gonna want to speak to her,”

“I’m sorry, General Organa?” You baulked, nearly tripping over yourself. “As in—”

“Yep. Leia Organa wants to speak to you herself.” Poe smirked, glancing over his shoulder to meet your eyes. “What’d you say your name was, anyway?”

The cogs turned in your head as you searched desperately for an alias. For something fake. Something to keep you safe until you could get back to… wherever you could get to. Tanadoka, maybe? If Maz would even let you near the planet. 

But you couldn’t think of one. Suddenly, your mind was drawing nothing but blanks, that little pull growing stronger, sucking you in, consuming everything within you. You couldn’t get away from it. You couldn’t identify it, either. It’d been too long since you’d done anything like that, the signals mixing in your brain, drawing you back to one single answer. 

“You okay?” Poe’s voice rang clear as a bell through your mind, and it was only then that you realised the rest of the world had fallen away. The greenery, the crunch of the underbrush beneath your feet. Blinking, all of it rushed back, finding that Poe had stopped walking to face you, that same weary look on his face. 

“Uh—” you nodded, clearing your throat, cheeks burning as your eyes darted to the trees nearby before landing back on Poe. “Yeah. I’m fine. And my name’s Y/n. Y/n Dhara.”

———

“Dhara, you said?” Leia asked, eyes carefully examining your features. 

You nodded, muscles tense as you shrunk into yourself. The last thing you needed was an interrogation from Leia Organa. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know someone by the name of Lyxi Dhara, would you?” Her voice was gentle, as calm as you remembered it being described to you. 

Your heart stuttered for a moment, feeling as though the locket resting on your chest would burn right through the skin. 

“No, ma’am. She, uh… she died before I was born.” Not a complete lie, but the rest of it was true. You never got to know Lyxi Dhara. 

Leia’s eyes remained on you, her gaze piercing as yours fell to the floor. Beside you stood Poe, entirely confused at the interaction unfolding before him. “Poe, you’re dismissed. Go fix up a room for her, will you?”

Poe nodded briefly, turning to whisper to you before he left the bridge. “Come find me in the cantina afterward. I’ll help you settle in.” 

His voice was warm, soft and oddly comforting. You wondered, for a moment, what it would be like to hear him whisper to you more often. Quickly, you shook the thought from your head. You stopped being able to afford thinking like that a long time ago, and you’d been able to avoid it for almost a decade by now. What kind of man was Poe Dameron to break your resolve without even knowing who you were?

“Y/n,” Leia brought your attention back to her, watching her carefully as she stepped closer to you, nearly toe to toe. It was here that you saw the emotions swimming in her eyes, expertly held back tears making her eyes nearly bloodshot. “Are you lying to me?”

“I don’t think so, ma’am. I never knew Lyxi Dhara.” 

“General is just fine, Y/n.” She smiled, warm and comforting. “And I only ask because I knew her. Lyxi was… she was one of my best friends. Do you know anything about her sister? Ryara?”

You nodded, teeth gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you struggled to keep your composure. “She’s dead, ma’am— General. For over a decade now.” 

“Where?”

“On Yavin-4,” you said, forcing the image of her from your mind. 

“And Lyxi?”

“On Naboo, I think.” 

Leia inhaled, a humourless laugh falling from her lips as she nodded gently. “Of course. All she wanted was to go home, that one. Always begging my— her husband.” 

“If you don’t mind my asking, General, but who was her husband?” You couldn’t stop the words from leaving you, that burning curiosity from your childhood clawing at your chest, eating away at your brain. “I— I never knew her, so…” 

“Ryara never told you?”

You kept your lips sealed tight, hoping that nothing stupid would fall from your lips if you didn’t open them. Instead, you diverted your gaze back to the ground, shaking your head slowly. Maybe now was when you would finally get some answers. Maybe now, you could finally know a little bit about your mother. About the person who died for you without ever really knowing you. 

“How about this,” Leia proposed, checking something on a nearby datapad. “I want you to give this a real shot. In a few days, if you’re serious about this, and you really want it, I’ll tell you whatever it is you want to know. And hopefully, you can answer some of my questions, too. If you don’t, I’ll arrange transport for wherever you want to go. Does that sound like a plan?”

“I—” if there was one thing you didn’t want to do, it was join the resistance. There was too much loss here, too much to lose. Even if you didn’t have anything yet, getting close to people was an inevitability here. You knew it all too well. And it would kill you to go through it again. But that childish craving within you was too deep to ignore. “Sure, General. I’ll see you then.”

Leia’s lips split into a wide, graceful smile. “Perfect. I’ll see you then, Miss Dhara.”

———

Trying to find Poe Dameron in the Resistance was like finding a needle in a haystack. Sure, he’d found you when you didn’t need him, shown up out of nowhere like a rock in your shoe. Now that it was you trying to find him, though, it was like he was a freaking ghost. 

Not knowing the layout of the base didn’t help much, either. 

Inevitably, you had to stop many people to ask if they knew where he was, only to be given several different answers. It confused you all the more, only for you to end up wandering the hangar, marvelling at the different fighter jets. They were marvellous, to say the least. And there were so many of them. It was every mechanic’s dream, seeing all of these top of the range jets in one place. It was every scrapper’s dream, too. 

As you admired an X-Wing, examining all its dings and scratches, running a hand over the cool, black metal, a voice rang from behind you. “Like what you see?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, fingers twitching as you instinctively reached for the weapon in your jacket pocket, before remembering that you didn’t need to use it. Especially around people who didn’t need to know you had it. 

Spinning on your heel, you found a smug-looking Poe standing behind you, leaning on the wing, arms crossed as he observed you patiently. “What the hell is wrong with you? I could’ve killed you just now.” 

“But you didn’t,” Poe smiled, pushing off the wing to stand beside you, looking up at the jet. “And you didn’t answer my question.” 

“Like it?” You huffed, glaring at him before looking back up at it. “It’s… I do. I like it. Is it custom? The paint job, I mean.”

Poe nodded. “It is. Perks of being Commander, I guess. And I’m glad you like it, otherwise my ego would be severely bruised right now.” 

“It seems like you could stand to have a bruised ego once in a while,” you smiled, light and small. When your gaze returned to him, his eyes were already on you, soft and shimmering in the hangar’s harsh artificial lights. “I’ve never seen anything like these before. They’re all so…”

“Big?” Poe guessed. 

“I was gonna say ‘new’,” you said. “Where I was, back on Tatooine, I never got to fly anything except podracers. Fixed up plenty of old jets, but nothing as good or as new as these. And if anyone did have a brand new jet, I was never anywhere near it.” 

Poe was silent for a moment, his hands linked behind his back. “Is that where you’re from? Tatooine?”

“No,” you shook your head, almost laughing at the thought. “Maker, no. I was just… stuck there for a while. Lost my way. I was born on Naboo.” 

“Never been,” Poe commented, his voice quiet. “What’s it like?”

You remained silent this time, head dipping for a moment as you said, “I don’t remember. My… I left when I was a baby. Spent half my life on Yavin-4. Left again. Travelled for a while, got stuck, ended up here.” 

Poe hummed, and you met his gaze, finding that familiar warmth infiltrating you again. Your breath shuddered, panic filling you for a moment as you tried to push it away, trying to pull yourself away from it, back to the familiar feeling of neutrality. Of the brink of emptiness. 

“Where did you grow up?” Poe asked. “On Yavin-4, I mean.”

“By— by that Jedi temple. Our house was pretty secluded.” 

“So did I.” Poe smiled wide, excited to have met someone who grew up in the same place as him. “In the village nearby.” 

“I used to visit there when I was young,” you smiled. “We— my aunt and I, we would go to the market and get our food there. There was this little stall at the very end, with these little cakes, and I always used to beg my aunt to get one,”

If it was even possible, Poe’s smile brightened. “The one with the little old lady, yeah,” he said, “I remember. My dad would buy one for me every once in a while.” 

Flooded with emotion, your mind turned into a battleground in moments. Hurt at the idea of reliving moments you swore you’d never look back on, but relieved that, for once, you weren’t looking back with sadness, but with a sense of nostalgia as you shared a piece of yourself with someone else. You were good enough at keeping tears at bay that Poe didn’t see any of the conflict within you, the sharp sting of the reminder of your aunt. 

“Is your family still there?” Poe asked, and your smile faltered. 

Beneath your ribs, your heart began to race. The turmoil within you increased, the warmth in Poe’s voice mixing with the one you were trying desperately to push away. You twisted your lips, teeth tugging them into your mouth before you let go with a sigh. “We don’t have to do this, you know.” 

“Do what?” 

“Get to know each other, be… friends.” You gestured vaguely to the small gap between you both. “I mean, thank you for the rescue, but… I’m not someone you want to be friends with, Poe.” 

Poe scoffed, turning to face you fully. “What makes you think you get to decide that, hmm?”

“Because I’m not friend material,” your half-hearted response only made Poe scoff again. “I’m serious, Poe. I’m not good at relationships of any kind. I tend to abandon people, or they tend to abandon me. Not exactly a healthy pattern, is it?”

“I don’t,” Poe said, way too confident in himself. “Just give it time, okay? I’m gonna change your mind, I promise.”

Now it was your turn to scoff. “No, you won’t.”

Poe smirked. “I can try, though.” 

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i'd wanna be next to you

obikin, pre-relationship flying lessons, lots of fluff,

This is a warm up that has been sitting in my drafts for a while, slowly getting out of hand 😅 Here is Obi-Wan and Anakin learning to fly together just before the start of the Clone Wars. Obi-Wan is learning to see Anakin as a partner and a friend and Anakin learns that his former master cares more for him than he realized.

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"Wait, you want to fly? With me?" Anakin asks.

"Essentially, yes."

"The Council's asking you to fly with me?"

Obi-Wan shakes his head. "Not exactly. We skipped over most of the flight exercises in your training because you had already proven your proficiency. With the coming war, the Council has asked both of us to put some time in on the new fighters. I thought we could go together."

"Even though you're not technically my master anymore."

Anakin doesn't mean the words to hurt, it's more of an observation than anything. A reminder, to both of them, that things have changed.

"Perhaps you can teach me a thing or two.”

Anakin grins.

After obtaining the proper clearances, Obi-Wan and Anakin head up into Coruscant's upper atmo in the new Aethersprite starfighters. Anakin has flown ships during his training, he has flown nearly every mission he and Obi-Wan have been on over the course of his training, but it has been a long time since he's flown something like this. The Aethersprite is sleek, streamlined. It isn't built for cargo or long-haul trips. It is made for speed, stealth, precision. The craft fits around him like it was made for him and Anakin can't wait to see what makes it tick.

"I thought we could run some simulations, work on some new formations," suggests Obi-Wan. "Eventually, we might be able to teach them to the clones."

His voice comes through Anakin's headset slightly tinny and distorted but Anakin can hear him almost amplified through the Force. It's like Obi-Wan is here in the cockpit with him.

"Sounds like a plan, Master," Anakin agrees. "But let's put these fighters through their paces first."

With those words as the barest of warnings, Anakin gives the signal to Artoo and they press the engines as hard as they can go. He leaves Obi-Wan in less than a second, quickly disappearing from view. They're too close to Coruscant to fly near anything interesting. No Beggars Canyon and the like to test the craft's maneuverability but there are ships out here, star destroyers awaiting orders and crew members. They're stationed too far above the surface of the planet to be seen. On the streets of Coruscant, you could almost forget that the Republic has just entered a war.

Anakin heads for one of them. So what if there are likely new regulations about airspace? This is a new galaxy. Anakin is a general. Surely he can still fly wherever he wants so long as he is too fast to be caught. And in this baby? He isn't sure anyone can catch him.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan says over their comms. "Are you quite finished messing around yet?"

He can't see Obi-Wan, wonders if his master can see him or at least track his general direction using his scanners or the Force. Anakin flies in close to the viewports on the stern of the star destroyer, so close he thinks he can see clone troopers marching inside.

"I haven't even started."

He loops around the ship. Artoo picks up a couple of nasty comms but quickly dismisses them, sending their clearance codes and little else, before heading off on their way. They pass a squadron of fighters sent out on a training bout, the same thing that Anakin and Obi-Wan are out here doing really, only far less amused by pilots going rogue.

Eventually, Obi-Wan finds him and they circle up on each other, flying a steady path in orbit around Coruscant.

"Why did you want to fly anyway?" Anakin asks over the comms. He's grinning and breathless, just from the sheer exhilaration of being in the cockpit of something so fast again. He has done some podracing on the lower levels in his time as a padawan, but while the narrow streets provide a heady rush of excitement and danger, there's something about being able to fully turn the engines loose in the wide expanse of space. "You hate flying."

"I wanted to test out the new Aethersprites, get a sense of their capabilities before they become the standard ship for Jedi in this war."

Anakin runs his hands over the steering controls of his ship. "You mean we're going to be assigned these ships?"

"The Council signed off on the decision a few days ago."

Obi-Wan has them make several passes in tandem. They fly near the star destroyers, as it's easier to perform maneuvers with a point of reference in common. They work on flying as close together as possible, wings mere inches from each other. When Anakin pushes his fighter harder, Obi-Wan does the same, feeling the instincts of the other through the Force.

They work on fighter passes, running drills as though they are enemy combatants. From parsecs apart, they come at each other and separate in the blink of an eye with a hairsbreadth between them. The precision and timing, the anticipation of it, lights something up inside Anakin.

"Okay," Anakin says, coming back around again. "Let's form up and try something like this."

He doesn't have the words for it, just projects a mental image of the maneuver he has in mind to Obi-Wan. Anakin is good at this, exceptional and he knows it, but Obi-Wan is right, he doesn't have the formal training some of the other Jedi and the clones will have. It isn't either of their faults really. Anakin's skills were going to be more than good enough for the life of a Jedi. No one anticipated the need to learn military flight maneuvers.

"Why would we ever need to do something like that?" Obi-Wan asks, joining Anakin off of his port side, close enough that without the void of space, Anakin could probably hear his voice in the cockpit.

Anakin shrugs. "Spinning's a good trick."

In his mind’s eye, he can see Obi-Wan shaking his head. There's a smile on his face though. It's a foregone conclusion that they'll at least give Anakin's idea a try.

“Fine,” Obi-Wan concedes. The line their two ships up on each other’s wings, Anakin on the left and Obi-Wan on the right. The wingtips are mere inches apart, so close it sends a thrill through Anakin even though flying in a straight line is something a droid can do. “On my mark. Three…two…”

At the signal, Anakin maneuvers his ship into a roll at speed in time with Obi-Wan. The feeling of perfect synchronicity sings through him in the Force. The durasteel bodies of their ships nearly kiss with how close they are but because Anakin can feel Obi-Wan—so connected to him even with space and speed and transparisteel to separate them—it’s like Anakin can hear Obi-Wan’s heart beating in his chest. Amplified, perhaps, because it beats in time with his own.

They ease out of the movement together, their ships once again aligned wing to wing. “Woohoo!” Anakin shouts and Obi-Wan’s laugh crackles over the headset.

“Again?” Obi-Wan asks and with that they are off, tumbling through space in a series of spirals and turns, ever increasing in their difficulty and flamboyancy. There is no reason anyone would ever need to fly like this. Anakin and Obi-Wan race past each other and past the fleet ships stationed in orbit around Coruscant at breakneck speeds, pushing their ships to their utter limits and getting a feel for what they can really do. Anakin’s Aethersprite feels like an extension of his body, in a way that he has ached for, for years.

They race to a planet not far from Coruscant where the Grand Army of the Republic has established their barracks and dockyards. Coruscant itself is far too populated to accommodate the airspace and acreage on the ground for an army base and so the GAR has had to spread out into the system.

The two of them dip their fighters into atmo and Anakin feels his ship automatically adjust to the planet’s gravity. The transition is almost seamless but the new weight gives him a greater sense of his speed.

Flying like this gets Anakin’s heart racing. While he loves the acrobatics of space flight, nothing beats the adrenaline rush that comes from navigating tougher conditions. Here when they fly wing to wing, they have to account for wind and weather. When they bank their turns or maneuver their ships into a dive or a climb, they have to fight the pull of gravity that wants to knock them off course.

At first, Obi-Wan is more hesitant, using his skill to face off against the unseen and as yet unknown enemy of g-force, but he gets his bearings soon enough. He calls out formations and positions, getting them both used to the kinds of call signs they are going to need to communicate with their men. Some of it is familiar, from basic flight training, but the rest of it is new. Anakin struggles to imagine a scenario in which he is going to need to execute a “hesitation roll” or a “tuck-over roll” but he learns them anyway. He and Obi-Wan begin building longer maneuvers out of those composite positions and a thread of amusement sparks across their bond as they begin calling out commands and positions, testing their reaction time and synchronicity.

When their Aethersprites line up wing-to-wing, the Force sings with how right it feels.

They fly for hours, feeding off of each other’s energy—Anakin, almost dizzy with the sheer delight of speed and swiftness after going so long without, and Obi-Wan, flush with the challenge of keeping up with him, the puzzle of figuring out just how far and fast these machines can go.

When they finally touch back down at the Temple, Anakin leaps from his cockpit breathless and grinning. The longer bangs of his grown-out padawan cut stick to his forehead a little with sweat. He is there on the ground waiting when Obi-Wan climbs out of his starfighter.

“That was incredible,” Anakin says, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. “It’s been ages since I’ve flown like that and you—”

Anakin has flown with Obi-Wan before, watched him navigate strange planets and asteroid fields and Coruscanti traffic. He has never seen Obi-Wan fly like that before.

“You were amazing,” Anakin continues. “Where did—how did you—?”

The questions cling to his tongue but he has no way of asking them. No way of reconciling the exhilaration of flying with his master only moments ago with the person who tries to obey speed limits even when running for their lives.

But when he looks at his master, senses what little he allows to escape his shields, Anakin sees that he is just as exhilarated. Just as breathless and excited as Anakin, though he wears it beneath a calmer exterior.

“You loved that, didn’t you?” he asks his master instead.

“Excuse me?”

“Flying. You always get so bent out of shape whenever we fly anywhere. I thought you hated it but that’s not true, is it?”

In answer, Obi-Wan looks down and away. “I don’t hate flying, no.”

“Then why—”

“It’s easier when I do it myself. I don’t get nauseous or uneasy. Piloting the ship and knowing what is going to happen next lessens those effects somehow.”

“Oh.”

Now it’s Anakin’s turn to look somewhere else. Because if that’s the case, then why didn’t Obi-Wan ever say anything? Why let Anakin fly every mission while sitting there beside him in obvious discomfort when there was clearly a simple fix?

Anakin is about to ask—he has to know. Because he can’t come up with an explanation that makes sense. His master loves to fly. Clearly does. And yet he takes the co-pilot’s seat every mission without fail. They move into position without thinking. The roles natural to them after years of being at each other’s sides.

Obi-Wan claps Anakin on the shoulder before they make their way out of the hangar. His hand solid and steady as though to wrest control over the flight of Anakin’s emotions. “It isn’t a big deal. I manage just fine in the copilot’s seat, as you well know.”

“But you love it,” Anakin says. Perhaps the part that is most difficult for him to understand. He can’t imagine giving up flying for anyone. If he had to sit quiet in the copilot’s seat watching someone else move too slowly or treat the ship poorly, Anakin would mutiny.

“I do,” Obi-Wan admits, something Anakin never thought he would hear and yet undeniable after the flying they just did. “But not as much as I know you do.”

Anakin’s face colors and when Obi-Wan moves to leave the hangar, it takes him a second to follow.

Obi-Wan says that like it isn’t a big deal. Like it means little to him that he chooses to suffer from flight sickness even though there is an extremely simple solution, all because Anakin likes flying. Like that is the natural thing for him to do when it is anything but.

Anakin jogs a little to catch up to his old master and forces himself to let it go. Not forget—no, Anakin will think about this conversation and its repercussions for many nights to come—but move on. Because it is clear that Obi-Wan thinks there is nothing more to be said, like this should be obvious to him, and Anakin is eager to get more out of him by any means necessary. Obi-Wan has just admitted to something like caring for him, wanting to see him happy, and perhaps that should be obvious to Anakin, but he has never felt so much like he had the evidence of it there in his hands, something that he could point to until now.

The thought warms him from the inside out, makes him want to do something reckless like try to hug Obi-Wan even as it makes him want to keep his distance. Because the idea of his master being fond of him is so fragile and tenuous a concept that Anakin needs to be careful or else it might break.

Anakin and Obi-Wan walk in step, side by side, and Anakin lets their shoulders brush every now and again. When Obi-Wan doesn’t pull away, he preens and decides to change the subject.

“They fly like a dream. I mean, there are a few things I could see myself changing. The thermal oscillator would run more efficiently if the fuel cell could redirect power intermittently rather than automatically. You would get a smoother ride out of it if you never had to fully wait for it to recharge—”

Obi-Wan laughs. “You can take that up with the technicians if you like but I’m sure you’d be much happier to make the changes yourself. For all intents and purposes, she’s all yours.”

“Wait, mine?”

“The starfighter will be stored onboard your star destroyer. You will have full discretion over its use.”

Anakin lets out a long, slow breath, forcing himself to slow down. The child in him has latched on tight to the idea of a starfighter of his very own while the adult—the <i>knight</i>—that he is falls sober at the reminder of the war ahead and all that it means for them. His blood sings at the thought of action, of taking to the skies and righting wrongs across the galaxy. At relaxing some of the strictures of the Jedi Code for the sake of saving lives.

He looks to his Master, with his eyes a little too wide, feeling for a moment like he is back in anti-gravity. Obi-Wan offers him a small close-mouthed smile and reaches out to link their hands as they walk. Even a few months ago, Anakin might have refused, might have shaken him off and insisted he no longer needed the kind of coddling he did as a youngling. But Geonosis changed everything. The galaxy is a new and terrifying place. Everything is different now. Anakin is different now.

“We have some time before all of that comes to pass. The Council wants to send us out on our first mission in a week’s time, hence the starfighter training.”

There are a number of things Anakin could latch onto in that sentence: the fact that he is going to war in a week, the fact that their hours of joyriding in new starfighters was somehow meant to be combat training. Instead, Anakin’s head rings with, “Us?”

For once, Obi-Wan looks…well, he looks a little embarrassed if Anakin had to guess at what that expression might look like on his normally composed Master. “Well, yes. Though I suppose if you want to be assigned separate missions, especially on our first time out, I could go and speak to the Council. The Force knows that there are countless battles to be fought—”

Anakin lets him keep going, staring at him like he has encountered a new kind of droid and can’t seem to figure out how it works just yet.

“But all of this is entirely foreign to both of us so I thought, at least for the first mission, it might be…beneficial to have each other close by. A team, if you will.”

Not Master and Padawan, but equals. Fellow commanders, each in charge of their own battalion of soldiers. Obi-Wan’s concern for how such a plan might be received is well-founded, so much so that even Anakin can spot from a distance just how poorly he might have taken the idea if it were presented any other way.

Except Obi-Wan has presented it to him like this, like Anakin has a choice. Like he wants this but is afraid there is a chance Anakin will turn him down. After a day spent practically inside each other’s heads and after finding out that Obi-Wan has essentially been torturing himself every time they have ever flown together all to make Anakin happy… No. There is no way that Anakin could refuse him.

But it isn’t as though Anakin is going to confess to the soft, molten feeling in his chest. “You’re just saying that because you know you’ll need me there to save your ass.”

“Just as you’ll need me there to save yours.”

Partners. Generals. Maybe even friends. Anakin could get used to this.

He grins. “Alright, old man. You’re on.”

[jarenka]

In my post!ROTJ AU former Vader need to be reintroduced to the new Republic as a Regular Citizen, who has no ill intentions, and I don't know which of two scenarios is more funny:

1) Anakin goes to some talk show and unintentionally unleashes all his poor little meow-meow energy. Vader apologist crowd grows rapidly.

2) They make a documentary about Anakin's current life. Anakin shows how he works as a mechanic, talks about engineering courses he takes to catch up all new developments in the field. He says he likes to watch holodramas, theatrical plays and podracing. He is very obviously distressed and sad when he talks about his past. There is no lie in this documentary. Nobody believes it. The most popular version about it: New Republic hired an actor to play "redeemed" Vader, actual Vader is still an awful person doing his awful things in the dark.

[palfriendpatine66]

Hello, I’m new to the obikin fandom and have been loving your ficlets! I don’t know if you’re still accepting prompts for your nsfw 5 sentence ficlets, but if you are, I’d love to read about Anakin getting really turned on by how good Obi-Wan is at podracing (not as good as Anakin but still better than most)

Hi and welcome to the best little corner of the internet! I hope you have a lot of fun here and connect with some of the great people 💕

This prompt is adorable thank you so much for sharing it. I really like the challenge of the 5 sentence ficlet but had too much fun with this one and let it be a little longer, read it under the cut.

Obi-Wan had read something about love languages and promptly lost his mind, dragging Anakin to the lower levels where illegal street races took place and demanding that he teach him how to podrace.

It was easily the sexiest thing that had ever happened to Anakin in his life and he spared a moment to thank the Force before revealing one of his most closely kept secrets: the storage facility where he kept his pod (which, incidentally, was where that moment was knocked down to second place by an impromptu pilot’s seat blow job).

Obi-Wan became the learner, paying close attention to Anakin’s instruction, developing his skills, and looking unbelievably sexy in his flight jacket as he did while refusing to do anything about it until he’d finished his private lesson by performing the new skill to Anakin’s satisfaction (before giving in and showcasing some of his other notable skills - also to Anakin’s satisfaction).

Tonight was the night and Anakin was buzzing with adrenaline as the pods raced around the final stretch and Obi-Wan managed to pull ahead to finish in the top three of his first ever pod race.

The usually contained Jedi Master cut the engines and leaped out of the pod. He pulled his helmet off and Anakin was already there, beaming just as widely as he was, to pull him down by his wild hair and lick into the proud smile he couldn’t wipe off his face.

Anakin peeled himself back while he still could, finding that the adrenaline that had coursed through Obi-Wan during the race was morphing into a burning arousal that fueled them both.

“Patience,” Anakin chided with a teasing grin, “and you can celebrate bent over your engine, your shiny medal bouncing around your neck.”

[sailorgoon13]

Anakin Skywalker

Basic Information

Name: Anakin Skywalker

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Birth Location: Tatooine

Current Residence: Coruscant

Affiliation: Republic

Occupation: Jedi Master

Physical Appearance

Height: 6 feet 2 inches (188 cm)

Body Type: Athletic and muscular

Skin Color: Fair

Hair Color: Light brown

Hair Style: Medium-length and tousled

Eye Color: Blue

Distinguishing Features: Has a scar on his right cheek, youthful and handsome

Clothing/Style: Sometimes wears specialized combat armor over his Jedi robes for protection, formal attire he wears more refined Jedi robes or tunics, often in richer colors.

Weapons: Blue blade lightsaber

Force Sensitivity: Yes

Force Affiliation: Begins as a Jedi, before the dark side consumed him.

Personality

Personality Traits: Brave, determined, compassionate, skillful and impulsive. Strong willed, loyal

Strengths: Exceptional pilot and mechanic, quick learner

Weaknesses: Impulsive, emotional instability, attachment, stubborn, fear of loss

Likes: Adventures, engineering, flying

Dislikes: rules and restrictions, manipulation, SAND

Fears: Loss, failure, powerlessness, abandonment

Ambitions: Wanting to be Jedi Master, end slavery and injustice, protecting his loved ones, gaining knowledge and power

Background

Family: -Shmi (Mother), kind and loving, was enslaved on Tatooine. Killed by Tusken raiders. -Padme Amidala (Wife) Former queen and later Senator for Taboo -Luke Skywalker (Son) Born of Padme before her death. Hidden and raised on Tatooine, becomes central part of the Rebels -Leia Organa (Daughter) Luke's twin sister. Raised as the Princess of Alderaan. Prominent leader in the Rebels and later the Resistance

Friends/Allies: -Qui-Gon Jinn (Mentor) The Jedi Master who discovered him on Tatooine, believed Anakin was the Chosen One -Obi-Wan Kenobi (Mentor/ Parental Figure/ "Brother") They had a deep and complex relationship with one another, filled with both love and conflict.

Enemies: Darth Maul, Count Dooku, General Grievous

Significant Events: -Being discovered and taken away from home as a young boy -The death of his mother -Secret marriage to Padme -Knighted as a Jedi -Duel with Dooku -Visions of Padme's death -Fall to the Dark Side

Skills and Abilities

Combat Skills: Exceptional duelist, mastered multiple forms, uses the force

Piloting Skills: His skills are crucial in many of the battles, known as one of the best pilots of his time

Mechanical Skills: Has a deep understanding for mechanics and engineering, allowing him to repair things easily like his starships or lightsabers

Languages: Basic, Huttese, can understand Binary(Droids) Bocce and Shyriiwook (though he does not speak those he understands it) 

Other Skills: Podracing, leadership, charisma, survival and force abilities

Miscellaneous

Favorite Food/Drink: Foods common on Tatooine, like fruits and veggies or spiced dishes. Drinks- Blue milk (all reminding him of simple times with mom)

Hobbies: Strategic games, fixing his starship or droids, flying

Smells Like: Incense, metal and sandalwood

Favorite quotes: "This is where the fun begins." "I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere."

[the-names-catastrophe]

There were very few things Darth Vader kept from his life as Anakin Skywalker. One was the flair for dramatics he so favoured. Another was, of course, his piloting skill. But one unfortunate old habit was his tendency to utter Tatooine lexicon under his breath. Oh, how he loathed that particular habit he couldn't shake. He glared under his helmet and his hands twitched just thinking about it.

—

"Lord Vader, sir!"

"It had better be good news…" he threatened. They all knew what would happen if they displeased him.

"Uh, well… not exactly, sir." The soldier floundered under his gaze. "The rebels, they… they may have destroyed an entire starfighter fleet, sir."

"Fantastic. Absolutely kriffing wizard," he muttered sarcastically. How on Tatooine's moons had they destroyed an entire fleet? Out loud, he said, "And you let them get away?"

"They had, well… they had power in numbers, sir?"

"Wrong answer, soldier." Vader lifted his hand and squeezed, the soldier's hands coming up to grasp at his neck.

—

Vader gazed at the parts the engineers had been given in disdain. "Is that all? Me stuka mo gootu no ma na choky Watto." The Huttese fell from his lips before he could even think. The Force swelled with his fury at letting his first language slip. He hadn't spoken it since before he Fell. Since his mother and the Tuskens… He growled. "No matter, I'll inform the Emperor we require better supplies."

Vader turned on his heel and marched out.

—

Vader would never get tired of sitting in the cockpit of any ship. His control and maneuverability far surpassed any of the other TIE-fighter pilots. The Force sang with his movements, as eerie as the song of the Dark may be. He smirked, doing complicated flips and turns to navigate the debris, dodge blasts, and chase down rebel scum. He felt more at home in the cockpit than he ever did at any of the places he'd once lived. The Force whispered to him. It pushed a memory he could not forget, no matter how many years had passed, to the front of his brain. The Battle of Naboo.

I am not saying that, he thought. The sound of his breathing grated on his ears in the silence.

Say it, my child. It'll be fun!

"Sith do not have fun," he gritted his teeth. "No matter how much you insist."

You're having fun now, aren't you?

"Kriffing- fine." Vader grumbled, but deep down, amongst all the rest of Anakin he'd buried beneath layers of hate and darkness, he'd been thrilled his parent was encouraging him. "Now this is podracing. Happy?"

Very. Though I'd be happier-

Vader cut off the rest of its sentence by slamming his shields up.

The Huttese comes from the Episode I Racer PC game, and translates to "I've seen better in Watto's junkyard." Source: https://www.completewermosguide.com/hutttranscript.html

[sw5w]

Republic Credits are No Good Out Here

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:34:01

[marunalu]

One of my absolute favorite vader/luke "moments" happens in one standalone comic. At this point vader already knows that luke is his son, but luke still doesnt. Because in the new canon comics vader finds out about lukes existence shortly (between 1 or 2 weeks) after the destruction of the death star.

So in this comic vader and luke happen to be on the same planet and same place at the same time out of poor concidence of course (the force). Luke is there with r2 because of rebels alliance business, while vader is there for empire business and because he is on the search for 2 antik twin sith lightsabers who once belonged to a powerful sith lord. Vader and luke come in the possession of one of the lightsabers each and luke gets under the control of the one he has which makes him use the dark side and kill some stormtroppers, but he is able to shake it off shortly after. Long story short, the place is flooted with stromtroppers and luke is forced to get the hell away from this planet as fast as possible. He and r2 get seperated on the way. Meanwhile vader is still searching for the other lightsaber.

At the same time all of this happens, there is a podrace about to start any moment. Luke borrows (steals) one of the podracers to get away from the stromtroppers and is all like "flying that thing cant be that more different than a landspeeder, right?!" So luke does his first ever podracing competition despite that it isnt even his entention to take part in it, he just wants to get away.

Meanwhile vader stops in front of a big screen showing the race and because of the big podracing nerd he still is, he stops and watches in interest, while everyone around him freaks out when they see him and run away. At one point the commentator of the race mentions that it seems that a human pilot is on the lead and goshs about how great of a pilot he is. Vader watches on in fascination and is deeply impressed by the human pilots skills not knowing that it is his own son.

At the same time while everyone is impressed by lukes piloting skills he sits in the podracer freaking all out like "ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit! Not.like.an.landspeeder.at.all! NOT.LIKE.AN. LANDSPEEDER.AT.ALL!!!" In other words while eveyone is impressed by him even vader, luke has absolutely no idea what he is even doing nor does he realize that he is about to win the race and just trys his best not to end as a splash on the next rock wall.

Then while vader still watches in awe the race commentator makes a remark about how never before a human managed to survive that long in a podrace and had even good chances to win it. Because of that vader gets all pissy that nobody knows or remembers that HE was the first human ever who won a podrace (at the age of 9). And because of the petty and jealous idiot he is, he uses the force to sabotage the race and makes one of the engines of lukes podracer explode. Because if nobody remembers HIS archivments in the sport then no other human should ever get the praise instead.

So vader almost accidently killed his own son (its the third time by now) who was about to win a podrace just like his dad before him, because vader is a petty walking human disaster. Of course luke survives the crash uninjured and is all like "I will NEVER do that again!", because the force loves his grandkid and likes to make fun of his bratty son instead. Then r2 arrives with lukes x-wing and they take off to leave the planet.

The last page is vader looking after the vanishing x-wing, realizing in that very moment that his son was not only at the same place as him the whole time, but it was also him piloting the podracer. So, not only did he fail to capture luke when he was directly under his nose, he also almost accidently killed him out of pettiness over a sport. The comic ends with vader destroying the sith lightsaber (luke lost his one earlier) out of rage for missing the best oppunity ever to catch his kid. Destroying the very object he came for to this planet in the first place.

[daisychainsandbowties]

actually (i’m not sorry) let’s talk about force-bonded jedi knights Shannon and Mary.

“A Force-bond was a powerful connection between two Force-sensitive individuals that bridged their minds, allowing them to communicate through the Force both visually and emotionally.

The range of the bond was vast; it could span the galaxy, keeping two beings united in a psychic link despite the physical distance between them. As a result, both parties would manifest in each other's location at the same time, making it possible for them to see, hear and feel each other through their bond.”

thinking of Shannon standing in the hallway watching death approach and reaching out, finding that familiar hand, half-memory and half-desire. clutching it even as she raises her saber in the last extreme defense of Ava.

burning her life because she used to dream of holding a blue saber, of going out in glory, but love taught her to long for balance, for harmony, for peace. for green.

and she would have lived in peace, with Mary on some far-flung planet. tinkering with ships and growing too old, too fast. fixing up droids and complaining about the weather and painting the shutters in spring.

but she’s a jedi, so what she has is only an instant of that peace as she feels Mary come awake in a distant place. one last prayer on her lips. “let it be safe. let it be safe and very far away.”

whispering, “i’m sorry. i couldn’t face this part alone.”

distance had never stopped them and it doesn’t stop Shannon from dying with Mary’s arms around her.

they grow up hand-in-hand, youngling Shannon missing a piece of herself until she finds Mary. this odd, thoughtful girl from incredibly far away, who knows about engine specs and torque but not the laws of physics.

telekinetically passing her notes in class, sending them adrift like little white birds. Mary initially dumps them all in the wastepaper bin at the end of their classes, head spinning with physics and math and chemistry and kinetics and protocol and all the myriad things a jedi must know.

but eventually she unfolds them, hiding her blush with her binder of notes. chickenscratch handwriting and little diagrams of a cartoon Shannon (labelled) bonking a cartoon Mary on the head with a saber.

back when Shannon thought hers would be blue.

Mary most at home with a practice blade in her hand, trying to get used to the airy spaces in the jedi temple, quiet courtyards and the soft shuffle of pages in the archives. she sneaks into the hanger bay (as Ava will, in another decade) to look at the ships, to touch them, remembering the desert and the podracers kicking up sand. storms sweeping in to eat the sun.

scowling when Shannon takes her lunch tray over to sit at the far end of Mary’s table, so she can wink at her.

and then, one day, looking up and finding her beautiful.

after that they sit next to each other. binary stars slipping into orbit, trading from tray-to-tray; blue milk for the strawberry one. Mary eating Shannon’s greens when the jedi look away.

Mary growing closer almost against her will to this whirlwind of a girl. how she spars in the early morning with the empty air. she wakes up early to watch, pretending it's the dawn that draws her down, peering around a pillar, stunned at the grace of Shannon pivoting through the air, flipping over imaginary opponents.

asking her, as they perch on a balcony to watch the sunset over the endless cityscape, “why did you bother with me?”

Shannon has her face pressed sleepily into Mary’s shoulder. she plays with the hem of her tank top, “what d’you mean?”

“it just… seemed like you wanted to know me before you even knew me.”

“i did.”

Mary, turns her head, looking at the profile of Shannon curled up against her. warm. “yeah, but why?”

“i don’t know. i just had a feeling.”

they go together to Ilum, to get their kyber crystals, running through the icy cave systems. Shannon helps Mary when they climb and Mary clutches a half-conscious Shannon to her chest when they fall into freezing water. “i got you.”

“i k-k-know.” through chattering teeth, Mary letting Shannon slip her cold hands under her shirt for warmth. a wicked smile in the ice-warped dimness. "s-s-score."

saber fights late at night with blue offshoots of light dancing around their bodies. green sparks shattering against the stars. laying there tangled in their exhaustion, always drawing even. Mary kissing Shannon’s forehead, looking at their lightsabers sitting side-by-side. blue and green.

“we should kiss.” Shannon says this out of nowhere with the air of someone who has been thinking about it for a long time.

she’s half-draped over Mary’s chest, head on her ribs. “i can hear your heart,” she adds, when Mary loses the ability to speak.

Shannon sits up, turns. she’s about to say something when Mary lurches up, takes her by the jaw.

they kiss, and nothing is ever the same again.

[redbean-nom]

redesign of the Vespa Kids from book of boba fett

thoughts & closeups under cut

so i tried to keep their general appearances/colors intact while adding some actual personality (because i think the main problem with the original designs is that they feel like extras, not side characters).

Red: Zabrak orphan who grew up on Tatooine. 18 years old, was a member of the local insurgent group around the end of the empire era. Has a combo blaster/interrogation droid arm. Speeder is a repurposed version of Maul's speeder from phantom menace.

Blue: Human raised in the non-Tatooine parts of the Outer Rim. 23 years old, known assassin who worked for Jabba. Uses a scavenged magnaguard-type electrostaff. Has basically a version of the mandalorian helmet visors built into his face. Speeder is an abandoned scout trooper speeder.

Yellow: Tusken orphan from the clans around the podrace area. 19 years old, became a bounty hunter after his tribe (and bantha) were killed by the Pikes to expand spice routes. Has a Vader-style chest panel and rocket feet. Speeder is a custom pod attached to one of Sebulba's engines, with attached rancor teeth and horns from his late bantha.

Green: Human who grew up on Coruscant, but family fled the Empire to Tatooine around A New Hope. 21 years old, originally worked as a local enforcer for various Hutts. Has super battle droid arm & leg attachments. Speeder is stolen from local nikto gang.

original designs for reference:

[alln64games]

Star Wars Episode 1: Racer

NA release: 18th May 1999

EU release: 4th June 1999

JP release: 21st July 1999

Developer: LucasArts

Publisher: LucasArts

N64 Magazine Score: 88%

Star Wars: Episode 1 was a massive success, despite being viewed as a poor film. The podracing scene was well liked, with some great designs and amazing sounds. Really, LucasArts could have just rushed something cheap and easy – just copy another future racer, use various Star Wars locations we’ve already seen – and made a ton of money with a podracing video game, but they actually went to a ton of effort with it, and it shows in the final product.

For this playthrough, I played the remastered version for modern consoles. It’s the same game, it just runs smoother.

The developers of Episode 1: Racer clearly analysed every aspect of the film sequence to work out some mechanics that would suit the game, which also has the bonus effect of helping the game feel unique. You need to charge up your boost by holding forward, then press the boost button, which lasts until you let go of the accelerator, hit something or your engine overheats and bursts into flames. As you take damage, your steering will be affected (due to one engine going slower), so you’ll need to repair, which slows down your podracer, although you can time this just after a boost or during a jump, so planning when to repair is important. I do think it might be faster in some instances to crash and respawn than to repair severely damaged engines, though.

The handling is incredibly smooth in the game, navigating small sections feels amazing, especially with the sense of speed the game provides. Crashes felt like my own mistakes and every slight tilt of the analogue stick is important. With the exception of Tatooine, each planet in the game is brand new, but each one captures the feel of the Star Wars universe extremely well. Each planet has multiple tracks that share portions, but the unique sections feel distinct enough that it works really well.

There is one track in particular that is extremely difficult – Abyss. This features a long, narrow section with turns and if you miss, you end up on a lower part of the track. If this happens, you’ve lost as that route is so much slower. I never managed it as Anakin, but choosing another racer (there’s a lot in the game) and slowing down a bit and I was able to sort it. The game is also nice an friendly in that you pick individual races to do, rather than having to do a tournament in one go.

My biggest issue with Episode 1: Racer are the vehicle upgrades, as the system doesn’t feel fully complete. You can but new parts from Watto or damaged parts from the junkyard. As you race, these get more damaged, but a pit droid will fix one part. You can have a total of four pit droids, so if you buy more than four types of parts, they’ll get damaged and your stats will decrease. Which means you can’t really improve in more than four categories.

Repairs (and damage) also only happen in races you haven’t come first in. On top of that, you can only earn money once per race, so if you want to buy the best parts once you’ve finished the game, you need to plan ahead by buying junk parts, racing to fix them and selling them as you go through the game – it’s a strange system.

But it’s only a minor issue, and upgrading in four areas (I did turning, acceleration, speed and cooling) is more than enough, so once you realise that, it doesn’t hamper the experience. Episode 1: Racer is an immense amount of fun and it’s a shame that Star Wars games have never been able to capture the feel of this in future podracing games (Racer Revenge) and minigames (Star Wars Kinect).

Fave

The rounded architecture in the cities, the dusty colours, the seedy bars and alien wide boys in the cut scenes put all similar games to shame in terms of creating a spine-tingling atmosphere, and the pod craft really do look the business – although you probably wouldn’t want to strap yourself into one.

- Martin Kitts, N64 Magazine #30

Remake or remaster?

The remaster makes the game run a lot nicer and in higher resolution, but it would be nice to have options to resolve the issues with parts. Still, this game deserved a proper sequel – take the same gameplay, add some new nicely designed tracks and don’t try to mess it up too much.

Official ways to get the game.

The remaster is available on Switch, PS4/5 and Xbox One/Series. The original PC version is available on GoG and Steam, however this can crash a lot on modern operating systems and does not support widescreen, higher resolutions or modern controllers.

[supremeoverlordofthegeeks]

Podracing’s kinda wild when you think about it. It’s literally just strapping a car seat to two jet engines like some red neck “we have nascar at home” kinda shit.

[sesamenom]

redesign of the Vespa Kids from book of boba fett

thoughts & closeups under cut

so i tried to keep their general appearances/colors intact while adding some actual personality (because i think the main problem with the original designs is that they feel like extras, not side characters).

Red: Zabrak orphan who grew up on Tatooine. 18 years old, was a member of the local insurgent group around the end of the empire era. Has a combo blaster/interrogation droid arm. Speeder is a repurposed version of Maul's speeder from phantom menace.

Blue: Human raised in the non-Tatooine parts of the Outer Rim. 23 years old, known assassin who worked for Jabba. Uses a scavenged magnaguard-type electrostaff. Has basically a version of the mandalorian helmet visors built into his face. Speeder is an abandoned scout trooper speeder.

Yellow: Tusken orphan from the clans around the podrace area. 19 years old, became a bounty hunter after his tribe (and bantha) were killed by the Pikes to expand spice routes. Has a Vader-style chest panel and rocket feet. Speeder is a custom pod attached to one of Sebulba's engines, with attached rancor teeth and horns from his late bantha.

Green: Human who grew up on Coruscant, but family fled the Empire to Tatooine around A New Hope. 21 years old, originally worked as a local enforcer for various Hutts. Has super battle droid arm & leg attachments. Speeder is stolen from local nikto gang.

original designs for reference: