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[reconstructwriter]

tell me everything you can about the jaster/feemor fic 👀

Oh, I was hoping someone would ask me about this one *rubs hands gleefully*

So my vague thoughts about the Mandalorian mission landed on: what if instead of Qui Gon and Obi Wan someone went undercover among the New Mandalorians? But why would the Jedi Council do that instead? Oh…what if Jaster survived Korda 6 – then it’s not a simpler choice between terrorist group or other. And wOuLd’Nt It Be FuNnY if Jaster had a terrible crush on a ‘New Mandalorian’ bodyguard 😉

I have long had the headcanon that Mace is a night owl, not an morning lark. Jedi Council meetings Do Not support this.

Mace nursed his third cup of caff as dawn’s rays crept into the Council chambers specifically to lay siege upon his eyeballs. Whichever old Jedi said dawn was wiser than dusk ought’ve kept that thought to themselves. Truly, he loved being a Jedi – except this part. Dawn was too sleep-addled to be wise. He had, upon being ‘promoted’ to the Council, advocated for crack of noon meetings instead.

Which had failed seven to five. Yoda and Dooku were traitors.

“Petitioned for Republic aid, Mandalore has,” Yoda said. Just as Mace took a sip, the old troll. Used to dramatic announcements while drinking, Mace didn’t inhale his caff. Shaak Ti, their newest member, had yet to manage their grandmaster’s particular proclivity and choked on her tea. As well she should. The words ‘Mandalore’ and ‘Petition for Republic aid’ had never, in all the galaxy’s history, been in the same sentence unless another planet or people and the word ‘against’ were involved. Tera Sinube and Jocasta Nu cleared out their ears, certain they hadn’t heard correctly. To counter the disbelief that reverberated like an opera singer‘s, Yoda projected the petition for all Council members to see.

Which, yes, that was Mandalore. The planet name. On a petition for Jedi assistance. Mace had fallen asleep in a Council Meeting again. “Somewhere the Sith Hells are building an ice-skating rink,” Oppo remarked.

One of those weird shared dreams.

Tera Sinube snickered, then frowned. “Duke Kryze?” the old Crechemaster tapped his cane in thought. “I was unaware Mandalore has united under a single leader.”

“It certainly hasn’t,” Jocasta Nu straightened, a lecture at the ready. Mace would dream of many things but not one of Jocasta’s lectures. “A terrorist leader claims to be the ruler as well.” The worst ones always did. “By way of the Darksaber,” she added with an edge. Few were the successful robberies of the archives. Mace pitied the terrorist Mandalore-claimer. “And,” her voice dripped with disgust. “Jaster Mereel.”

Mace had no idea what Jaster Mereel had done to earn greater ire than a thief of an archive artifact but Dooku, closer to her, was up on the latest gossip. “Pestering you with more requests?” he smirked.

“Three leaders at least then, yet only one asks,” Yoda commented.

And there lay the complication. “Do we have the right to interfere then?” Shaak Ti asked the needed question. “Mandalore has not joined the Republic nor agreed to its laws and if we become the sort of people who burst into everyone’s home to lay down our chosen law – where will we stop.”

“As a student of history, we wouldn’t,” Jocasta said.

“Contentious, Mandalorians and Jedi have been,” Yoda spoke with hard-earned experience. “Harm not the unarmed, our code says. Accept the surrender of all, our oaths demand. Yet never unarmed the Mandalorians are. Surrender, dishonorable is seen.”

Add in intermittent conquests and bouts of Jedi-hunting and you had the seed of every Jedi-Mandalorian conflict in their shared history, Mace thought. “A shatterpoint looms over this mission, I sense that well enough. Should we break it? Mandalore’s fate will be decided on this mission, whether we take it or not. And if we do take it, who would we begin to send?” The experts of Mandalor were few and far between and many would be obviously unwise to send there.

“That sounds like a political travesty,” Dooku said, “Requiring a skilled negotiator. I would recommend my own Padawan. Qui Gon Jinn has made Master.”

“I disagree,” Yaddle spoke up at last.

A flicker of gobsmacked rippled through the Force before Dooku’s face and presence settled to forbidding impassivity. This did nothing to deter someone who had leapt straight from Padawan to Master centuries ago. “Shaak Ti is right, and Grandmaster Yoda speaks wisdom,” Yaddle paused, an unspoken ‘for once’ lingered teasingly. “Three rulers at least and no simple choice, previous Jedi-Mandalorian conflicts aside even the best diplomat would struggle not to add further conflict to such a mess. We can act but should not act openly.”

“You suggest the Shadows,” Councilor Piell stated the obvious. “One of your undercover agents.”

Yaddle gave Yarael the same look Mace often gave Depa for her teatime conversation topics but made no answer.

“Well, the poor soul will at least avoid Jaster’s obsession – if they keep their cover,” Jocasta said.

“There is one minor problem. About going undercover,” Tera Sinube brought up a picture. “Death Watch would be difficult but nothing your Shadows couldn’t handle. Jaster Mereel’s supercommandoes will be easy enough to infiltrate, however may I present a general indication of Sundari’s population.”

The picture was nothing that wouldn’t be snagged off a public site. A random section of the city, clearly during rush hour traffic with all the people milling about everywhere – people who were all human, all blond-haired, all pale-eyed.

“All of them?”

“Do we have any Jedi who fit?” Jocasta asked. Mace nodded in agreement. He dimly remembered one Padawan who would fit but that would be an even worse idea than Dooku’s.

Yaddle pursed her lips, “I may know of one.”

[reconstructwriter]

Your pay’s never great, better than the last job though. 500 scrip a month instead of 400. The food is army leftovers but its enough for you and your family and rooms got no bugs. New, shiny place. Massive. No old gunk clinging between the tiles or stains rebelling against twenty years of the mop.

Your last place was old. Grime sunk in too deep for any tool or chemical to get off. Bugs were bad. Rent was worse. But no one expected more than an old mop across an older floor cause even a professional cleaner wasn’t getting that up.

Not here. Everything is built of stainless polished chrome durasteel or whatever. But every speck of dirt shows. No quick swish of the mop gets it off. You hope some ‘troopers get punishment duty, but the higher-ups rarely use duty to punish. Gotta get on your hands and knees, pour the good cleaner to eat grime away like acid. Scrub off. Don’t get any on you. This is the best it gets.

Hands spasm. Knees creak. Gets harder every year.

The view outside is nice. Alderaan hovers, green and blue below you like a jewel. You wanted to be there once: free healthcare, maybe even university – if not for you than your kids. History or even religious philosophy. None o’ that now. Not for nobody. Keep your head down and don’t breathe a word. But people do. About Alderaan. On Alderaan things are like they used to be. No one knew how good y’all had it then.

Something hums deep above your head and beneath you knees. The toothbrush you scrub with quivers. Something lights up. You’re still as death.

...Alderaan!

The view is horrible. You look away, back to the one smudge of dirt stubbornly resisting all attempts to come clean. Your hands won't still. You don’t wish you were down there.

But…

Force...better than up here.

It genuinely does not matter if there were independent contractors or indentured workers on the second Death Star when it was blown up, oh my God.

Maybe for a moment rebel command thought about it and had a hard decision to make. We don’t need to see that because it would be a short conversation. You don’t let the fascist overlords have a doomsday device that can genocide a whole planet at the push of a button because then the next hard decision you’ll be making is whether you keep fighting the Empire at all when they’ll retaliate by destroying a whole planet, and another one tomorrow and another the next day. The Empire hasn’t poured a stupid amount of resources into creating this weapon and then completely replacing the first one because they don’t mean to use it lightly.

Victories in war always come at a serious cost, but of course after the Death Star is gone there’s celebration despite losses on both sides. Soldiers can celebrate victories and still being alive even when there are complicated feelings because people just died. People lived under the tyranny of the Empire for two decades before the rebellion started striking any serious blows, and it’s not bloodthirsty that seeing the Death Star go up in a huge explosion is treated as a huge win both times.

There’s just no quantifying the damage done by that conversation in Clerks and stupid takes like that becoming inescapable and taken seriously, not just put in a movie to be funny. Star Wars is about fighting fascism and it has a relatively black-and-white morality. As someone who loves some very heightened fantasy that feels like myth and folklore and doesn’t need realism in everything, I’m so tired of it being treated as a given that more symbolic and black-and-white portrayals of good and evil are inherently problematic. They’re not. There’s plenty of problems to be found in Star Wars without straining to be such an insufferable edgelord about its basic premise.

Yes, Star Wars is also about the sanctity of life and how violence and anger can corrupt people. But still every SW trilogy has been about a Jedi fighting in a war of some kind. TLJ ultimately shows DJ to be wrong with his “Don’t join” attitude, and Luke to be wrong for abandoning his duty as a Jedi, and Ben to be wrong for thinking he and Rey can carve their own path that doesn’t mean uncompromisingly resisting the dark side without that meaning they become the bad guys. The Bendu, representing neither the dark or the light, turns out to be a petty asshole whose refusal to pick sides because he’s so above it all just makes him totally useless until Kanan insults his pride enough for him to act. SW makes the point over and over that some things are worth fighting for and neutrality or complacency in the face of oppression is bad, that there’s truly not much gray area when the enemy are Sith or greedy and genocidal despots. Any civilians on the Death Star probably were there because they made a choice to just do their jobs whoever’s in power, because there are plenty of people in Imperial space like that. But by all means keep nitpicking how the particular way the rebellion stopped the Empire makes them ackshually not such good guys you know.

[roseaesynstylae]

My Favorites of Jedi Appreciation

So, I've been thinking about Jedi positivity a lot lately. So, I decided to make a masterpost. Someone's definitely done this before and better, but I feel like I should throw my hat in the ring.

(There's also A Collection of Posts about the Jedi Order, Part One and Part Two.)

Fics

These fics might not be completely focused on the Jedi Order but they are portrayed positively, or they expand on their culture. Either way, I love them.

Knightrise by deviantaccumulation: In which a new Jedi Order is founded on Mandalore after Order 66.

not the place i was born in (doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong) by ghostwriterofthemachine: Jedi worldbuilding and Young Anakin and Obi-Wan being sweet.

How a Handful of Droid Poppers Save the Galaxy by Zarz: In which Appo is the hero the galaxy needs and Anakin meets consequences.

Yeet or be Yeeted by virdant: In which the Jedi tendency to jump off tall places becomes a competitive sport.

THE FORCE WILLS DOCUMENTARY by js71: Told as a documentary about the Jedi Order, there's a lot of worldbuilding and other things that make my heart happy.

Pragmatics of the Jedi by aroacejoot, ghostwriterofthemachine, loosingletters: A series that created a language for the Jedi, Dai Bendu, which is absolutely fascinating.

On Meditation by virdant: A short fic about meditation. It makes me happy.

Interviews by BloodyDevil: Interviews with members of the Jedi Order.

In which we burn bodies as bridges by GraceEliz: Jedi mourning in a bittersweet fic.

Anakin Skywalker's Guide to Jedi Traditions by loosingletters: A young Anakin's journal about his new life in the Jedi Order.

The Droid Wars by Crystalshard: R2 learns about the future and drags 3PO along with him to stop it.

Why We Did Nothing by BairnSidhe: Do you like the Mandalorians as well as the Jedi? In which the Mandalorians learn about the Jedi Order's perspective on things and Jaster gets rightfully mad. Warning: It has dark themes (among them, discussions of the murder of children, generational trauma, and Montross-related fuckery).

spilled red wine by scrapheap_redux: I was debating whether or not to add this one, but I really liked the portrayal of the Jedi when they show up. However, it has the aftermath and results of rape (not onscreen) as the inciting incident, which is why I was wondering if I should add it; I want this list to be enjoyable and I don't want to upset anyone.

Unsolicited PR From A Pirate by Everything_or_Anything, lastbattlecry, RogueLadyVader (LaylaYuy), TessaDoesThings, wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67): Hondo is a menace. Also, action figures.

Stolen Choices by softmoonlight: Cal, Fox, and the possibility of a happy ending.

free to find my calling by Papook: Jocasta Nu gets a squad of clones.

Always in Motion by virdant: I never knew I needed a Chewbacca time-travel fic so much.

remember me, fondly by ace_din_djarin: Crafts, Jedi, and bittersweetness.

The Bust Busting by virdant: Yoda is a troll. Dooku is done.

Proper Attire by LacieFuyu: Why Jedi don't wear armor.

Out with Lanterns by SkyeBean: Ahsoka is Mace's Padawan.

Lessons of Peace by virdant: Cody embracing Jedi culture and making dumplings.

Memories of Peace by Margan: Obi-Wan teaches the clones to make dumplings.

Home-onym by virdant: Wordplay and Jedi younglings.

In the Shadows (of Taxes) by virdant: Quinlan Vos specializes in tax law. If that one sentence doesn't make your heart jump a little, I weep for you.

hi, i'm with public relations by lastbattlecry: The Jedi need better PR. Bail Organa knows somebody.

In Which Boba Fett Becomes the Jedi Order's Feral Tooka by Zarz: The title explains the beautiful, beautiful plot.

May the Force be Taxed by ReconstructWriter: Palpatine and the IRS do not respect Jedi culture.

aphelion by Kemmasandi: Plo Koon dies, wakes up decades prior, and fixes things.

Protect That Which You Love by certifiedspacewitch: Mace takes one look at the weird old man asking for private access to a young Padawan and gets his hackles up.

jedi shaming by braigwen_s, evaceratops: Short but hilarious.

The Chess Match Begins by SilverWingedWolf: The relationships between Jedi and clones.

Five Jedi Who Signed the Wall on Mapuzo, and Two that Honored Them by TheSecondBatgirl: The title explains the premise in the best way.

You're Not Flawed Darling (You're just a Little Under Rehearsed) by CombatBootsandDreams: To quote the tags, the Jedi diplomatic corps is intense.

A Little Piece of Home by Maeve_of_Winter: Anakin discovers a new form of moving meditation but worries Obi-Wan won't approve. Quinlan does his best to encourage Anakin to tell him anyway.

shining like a lighthouse from the sky by loosingletters: Rumor has it, if you clean up one of the droids in the temple the day before your Gathering, Anakin Skywalker himself will take you to Ilum. Or: Anakin loses his lightsabers and is absolutely popular with teeny tiny Initiates.

the heart of kyber by outpastthemoat: Stories about lightsabers, masters, and apprentices.

吃飽了嗎? | Have you eaten your fill? by virdant: A collection of fics about food and how food is an articulation of love.

I'm Counting On You by Rivulet07: Not all initiates become Jedi, Mace helps Chirrut find his place.

Being a Jedi by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67): Scenes, musings and drabbles for Jedi June fan event.

Jedi Parables by Peppermint_Shamrock: Values are often passed down generation to generation through stories, parables, and fables. What stories might the Jedi teach their children?

Five Meditations of Jedi Depa Billaba by skatzaa: What is says on the tin. (Plus one more, for good measure.)

Jedi Culture and Teachings in Canon by gffa: Not a fanfic, exactly, but it's a collection of everything textually said in Disney canon about or by the Jedi Order.

Emotion is our Shared Tongue by virdant: A series of one-shots and fics that explore Jedi language and communication with the Force.

Saber-Assigned Soulmates by inimitability: A slight mishap in the mess hall leads to Obi-Wan giving some very interested troopers a crash courses in lightsabers. Specifically, why some people can pick them up but others can't. Even more specifically, what Jedi erotica holonovels did or didn't get right regarding lightsabers and soulmates.

Shereshoy by SailorSol: This was not how Mace wanted to start his day. Contrary to popular belief, Mace Windu did not actually enjoy being a hardass. But as head of the Order, it was a carefully crafted persona he did his best to maintain anywhere outside of private quarters and behind closed Council doors.

permission to speak by qigiined: Mace is trying his damnedest to file the Temple's taxes among other daily tasks. Plo and the rest of the Jedi Council help and hinder him.

Misadventures of Jedi Generals by Cuthalion97: The tags "Overall insanity" and "Jedi and Clones wreaking havoc on the galaxy at large" sum it up.

Ephemeral Extracts from the Archives by Oriki-Miitad (Sneaking_UnicornWitch): “Good Morning, Coruscant Temple Archives, this is Mira speaking, how can I help you today?” ** Jedi Knight Mira staffs the front desk of the Coruscant Temple Archives.Here are 5 of her interactions with users.

Your Solleu.gal order of 3 000 000 items by Oriki-Miitad (Sneaking_UnicornWitch): The Jedi high council has received some very strange comm messages over the thousands of years that it has existed. Here's a few.

Memo: Jedi Maintenance (The Care and Feeding of Your Jetii) by RainofLittleFishes: The Care and Maintenance of Your Jedi: A Clone Trooper's Guide.

Jedi June 2020

Jedi June 2021

Jedi June 2022

Jedi June 2023

Blogs

There are only so many times I can say "I love this so much, it makes me happy, please know you have filled my head with knowledge and my heart with joy" before it gets repetitive.

gffa: FILLED WITH WONDERFUL THINGS. I would marry this blog if I could. (I'm joking...mostly.)

projediagenda: All kinds of thought-provoking stuff that makes me happy.

ensomniaa: As they put it, nothing but love for the Jedi.

the-jedi-love: Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

bbygirl-obi: Pro-Jedi all the way.

smhalltheurlsaretaken: So much loveliness.

[reconstructwriter]

I think the Jedi council should have at least considered sending obi-wan over to Dooku to be like “yes hello I am here for sith training” just to see what would happen

[feruslands]

Daddy Feri, part 15

My fic for @reconstructwriter who inspired me to continue this long story, and for everyone who loves "Vader/Ferus" (later Anakin/Ferus)

There was serenity in the Force.

He walked noiselessly through his native corridors. The silence was blessed, as was the peace inside the Temple. The Padawans were already asleep in their beds, the Masters were preparing for sleep in meditation.

Darra Thel-Tanis came rushing out from around the bend in the long corridor.

"Ferus!" She exclaimed loudly and enthusiastically. Her joyful cry rang out with a powerful echo. He even wanted to shush her so that she wouldn't ruin the night's silence, because many had only recently gone to bed. And, by the way, students are forbidden to wander around the Temple at night. But obviously, Darra didn't care at all right now.

"Where have you been for so long?" She asked, barely turning down the volume of her voice.

The question puzzled him. He wanted to say that he hadn't actually disappeared anywhere, because he always spends the night at the Temple if he's not on a mission, as all padawans should. But Darra was beaming with joy and smiled at him so kindly that he didn't say anything condemnatory to her. And at that moment, he touched the Force and felt that there was not just silence in the Temple, but absolute emptiness.

The Jedi have not slept in their apartments for a long time. They're all dead.

Now he realized that it was his dream. It was just an illusion formed from his memories. He longed so much for his old life, for the time when he was still a padawan, when everything was easy and understandable.

He turned his full attention to Darra, and she stared back at him as if spellbound. It was a moment of his shattered happiness.

How could he tell her, so young and happy, that everything was wrong here? That this wasn't reality at all, but one of his old, unfulfilled dreams? Would he have to explain to her that the Order had been destroyed, all the Jedi had been brutally murdered, and she had been dead for a long time?

A moment passed and Darra looked older than he remembered her. The pain of understanding squeezed his chest.

"Please, don't go." he's begging her. If she disappears, then everything will happen again. And the terrible life that followed her death would come again.

Darra chuckles amiably at his plea.

"But where are we all going without you, my friend?" Darra had never talked to him like that before, as if he was special to her. She was still smiling and looking at him kindly.

But her figure was already moving away from him, turned into a distant silhouette, and disappeared into the darkness. The walls of the corridor turned black. Everything turned into a burnt-out, abandoned ruin, and then crumbled into pieces, and Ferus was left alone in the dark.

"I hate my present!" he shouted into the darkness. The pain was bursting out of him, and he couldn't hold it back. "I want to go back to my past and die quickly on that mission on Korriban, never to know my future!"

No one answered him. The Force remained silent to his screams.

And then he remembered Leia. No matter how much he had suffered in recent years, there was one small happiness in his terrible life. His daughter.

Olin pulled himself out of the dream. His personal pain should become insignificant, because his main duty is to take care of Leia.

**

When Olin woke up, he saw an unfamiliar Togruta in the corner of the medical cabin. He remembered that she was Obi-Wan's partner and pilot. Now he looked at her more closely. There was Force vividly present in her. She was undoubtedly a powerful Jedi.

His baby girl hasn't woken up yet. She was lying on the next bed. Ferus got up and sat down next to his daughter. He gently patted her hand so as not to wake her up.

Togruta watched his actions. He waited. He knew how to keep his patience until his opponent lost his. And now Togruta was the first to address him.

"You take care of her like you would your own daughter. It's amazing." She said.

 "What amazes you?" Ferus replied. "She really is my daughter. According to the ID documents that will magically appear in my possession as soon as one former cybersecurity officer receives someone's datapad with access to the Holonet."

He gave her an awkward smile, and she returned it. It was his first joke in a very long time. An unfunny, ridiculous joke, but still, life probably goes on if he tries to joke.

"My name is Ferus Olin." He introduced himself. "I used to be a padawan, but I left the Order before I finished my training."

"I know. I remember you, Ferus. Call me Fulcrum."

"Nice to meet you, Fulcrum. Thank you for saving me and for your help. I'm sorry I was harsh yesterday." He vaguely remembered that in his delirium he had rudely barked at her something like ‘don't dare touch me’ at the moment when she was helping a medical droid repair the scars on his chest.

She gave him a restrained nod.

"Do you really remember me?" he asked with interest. In his youth, he was familiar with so many Masters and padawans. But despite his good visual memory, among the hundreds of faces, he couldn't remember the woman who was currently sitting in the corner of the cabin and studying him.

"Of course. You are a brilliant, arrogant, grumpy boy who once led a training session at the Temple. And you're also a nerd who's been shaming everyone for being late to class for a long time. Even for being five minutes late."

Olin barely restrained himself from commenting that five minutes was already a serious enough delay to get a remark for this. 

"Oh, so you were in bands younger than me." he declared. Well, that explained why he didn't remember her among the padawans and masters. Right now, this stern, strong woman looked exactly no younger than him, rather, on the contrary, a little older. But the war and the flight from extermination left their mark on everyone.

"That's right. On the same day, you had a demonstration training fighting with your peers. But no one wanted to fight you."

She described that day, and he saw himself and the surroundings through her eyes. A bright, crowded Temple, lots of padawans and younglings in the training room. And here he stands, young, demanding, and fixated on himself and his principles.

"You bet. You see, Fulcrum, if you remember me, then you should know that in those days I took out a lot of opponents by a significant margin, so it's not surprising that they weren't eager to fight me in a training match."  

"You see, Ferus, they didn't really want to fight you because you were asking every opponent, 'Do you suffer from any contagious disease?' And after that, you also sternly questioned whether your opponent had washed his hands before the fight with you."

"What? Did I really do that?" Ferus asked, surprised

Fulcrum looked at him quizzically, but kindly.

"Yes. But I remember you well enough not because of that, but because one of my friends was a little in love with you."

"Oh, really?" Ferus chuckled. "Why did a little girl like the nasty nerd like me?"

"It's very simple. She told me that she was impressed by your ‘stunning golden bangs’ and the regal way you act when you fight with lightsaber."

Olin squinted upward, examining his dirty gray locks, which sometimes fell over his eyes. With a flick of his hand, he threw it on top of his head, but the tangled strands fell over his forehead again.

"Once she even organized the ��Trap for a beautiful boy’. But it failed miserably." Fulcrum continued

"Wh-what?" Ferus's eyebrows shot up, and a look of absent–mindedness appeared on his face, but it was immediately replaced by the demanding look he'd had in his youth. "What is a Trap for a beautiful boy?"

"I won't say." Fulcrum replied. She said it so seriously, but it clearly seemed to Ferus that she was only cultivating his curiosity.

"Well." he agreed easily and smiled a little. He hoped that she would give up and tell him everything on her own, "Then please tell me what happened after that?"

"After that, she suffered from unrequited love for two whole weeks, and at one point she was even ready to forgive you. After all, she, like all padawans and Masters, knew perfectly well that you were a terrible snob. But she happened to see you and Tru Veld showing off in front of Thel Tanis. She couldn't forgive that anymore, and her heart was broken for a couple more days, and then she put you out of her mind. "

"Sith! That's... what stupid girly nonsense! Darra was like a sister to us. None of us ever hit on her. We've really become friends over the last year, not showing off to each other. And Darra, too." Ferus felt annoyed and hurt at the mention of Darra. He still felt the depth and bitterness of his guilt.

Darra, who is only 17 years old forever…

It was too painful, and he didn't want to think about her right now, so he buried such thoughts deep inside himself.

Fulcrum looked at him very skeptically, as if she was sure of something and knew exactly what he didn't know. Ferus only felt annoyed by this. Well, let it be. After all, little girls could think however they wanted and believe whatever nonsense they made up.

Olin bent over the sleeping Leia. He stroked her forehead. If you think about it, his daughter was already approaching that stupid age when young girls invent all sorts of romantic nonsense and do stupid things like "Trap for a beautiful boy." Or, on the contrary, instead, Leia will have to spend years on complex therapy to restore mental health.

"Well, what about you?" Ferus broke the silence, raising his head and pinning the interlocutor with a sharp look. He was very good at that.

"What about me?" She arched an eyebrow in response, not understanding his question and demanding an explanation at the same time. Ferus thought he recognized Obi-Wan's manner in that gesture.

"Weren't you, like your friend, in love for a couple of weeks with that ‘Beautiful Boy’ from the senior padawan group?" he clarified, smiling charmingly.

"No," she replied simply, and finally broke into a real malicious smile, "I'm sorry, Ferus. I always thought you were a pompous idiot. Especially after you brought my friend to tears with your unfair quibbles."

"All my ‘quibbles’ have always been justified and absolutely fair." He argued. "So what did I do to her?"

"You were shaming her for her wrinkled, dirty tunic, as if she had disgraced the entire Jedi Order by doing so. ‘Unworthy of a future Jedi,… boo-boo-boo...’ That's how she made sure that even though you're a handsome guy, you're a complete jerk."

"Hmm, okay, I admit I was wrong, if that's what you think. – He conceded. "In my youth, I harshly criticized all Padawans and Younglings who didn't fit my standards. On the other hand, I followed the instructions myself.… Wait, so that was the meaning of the ‘Trap for a beautiful boy’?

Fulcrum nodded.

"The expectation was that you, as a special guardian of order and cleanliness, would personally help her. "

Ferus narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

"Help her with what? Will I wash and iron her tunic for her? Where is the common sense in this? When I was her age, I did everything myself for a long time. And if one of senior padawans had reprimanded me for such nonsense, I would have died of shame," Ferus muttered indignantly.

"I can see that you're not changing, Ferus, you're just as grumpy and boring."  Fulcrum said, interrupting his comments.

"I'll take that as a nice compliment."

Still, he thought she was wrong. Vader changed him. Irrevocably.

"What happened to her next?" Ferus asked.

"She became a padawan. But we didn't see each other anymore, because we didn't cross paths at the Temple. And then she died at the beginning of the Clone Wars. 

"I see." He replied, and for a while there was silence between them.

"And who was your Master?" Ferus casually blurted out a question that suddenly came to his mind. "Maybe I knew him?"

"My Master died a long time ago. Sorry. It's hard for me to talk about it." Fulcrum answered lightly and casually, as if she had already said it more than once. But Ferus noticed her frozen facial expressions, and her face looked like a glued mask. He could see that she was in pain, and she really didn't want to talk about it.

"I'm sorry. I understand. Both of my Masters died a long time ago, too."

They fell silent, each giving himself the opportunity to overcome his personal emotions. The silence that replaced the lively conversation was no longer so awkward. The revelations from their youth brought them a little closer, as did their shared losses.

Ferus thought deeply, remembering his Masters. He missed the moment when Leia woke up and was startled by the fact that his daughter touched him with her small palm.

Fulcrum got to her feet.

"I'm glad you're alive," she murmured softly.

"Thanks." He answered just as quietly and restrainedly. If only he could say the same thing to Darra and Tru right now.…

"I'll get you something to eat."  Togruta said and left the medical cabin, leaving the father and daughter alone.

**

When the automatic door closed, cutting off Fulcrum from the cabin, she felt a depressing sensation. She wanted to come right back.

When talking to Olin, she had the feeling that she was talking to Anakin from the past.

Ferus reminded her of Anakin. He was as noble, kind, capable of bold and right actions, and knew no half measures as her young Master.

Yes, Anakin might not be as boring, but he was also grumpy, and he had the same ridiculous sense of humor. The same clumsy jokes.

She remembers Anakin all too well, when he was still young man and had just become her Master.

He tried to establish contact with her then, and tried unsuccessfully to joke. It looked ridiculous, and even funny. At the time, he had seemed to her such a sincere, selfless Jedi, ready to protect others with his life.

Or not.

Illusions are always painful to deal with. Her illusions were shattered very painfully.

Ferus Olin did remind her of Anakin in some ways. But not the person Anakin really was.

It was she who had built the perfect image of a magnificent Jedi Master in her young head and believed in him. An image of a personality that never existed. The person, which Anakin always wanted to appear to be. But he's never really been like that.

Ahsoka sighed bitterly. Everything inside her had long since dried up from grief, and she sometimes forgot that she was not as old as she thought.

She understood people a little better now.

Ferus had a tough and straightforward, but honest personality.  You don't need to have the ability to see into the future like Master Yoda to understand that Olin won't want to stay with the Jedi. As soon as the opportunity presents itself, he will pick up his daughter and fly away for good. His daughter... Anakin's daughter…

This girl was so small and skinny, and it made her seem younger than her age. Leia was silent. And she didn't seem to be any different from an ordinary child with some developmental delays, but her look… That look wasn't young at all. The feeling of maturity and pent-up pain on her very childish face created an uncomfortable dissonance. Ahsoka wanted to comfort her, but she wouldn't let anyone near her except her father.

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

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[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

10 things for (maybe?) 10 people you’d like to know more about

Tagged by: @reconstructwriter

Last song: The entire Waitress soundtrack, because "What Baking Can Do," "She Used to Be Mine," "When He Sees Me," and "What's Inside," all vibe with different characters from my original fiction project. I've never seen the original movie, but I've watched an extremely legal film of the musical and want to get tickets someday.

Last book: Criminal Testimonial Injustice by Jennifer Lackey — research for my original fiction. To give an actual recommendation, The Wonder by Emma Donoghue is the story of a 19th century nurse using a combination of science and people skills to solve a medical mystery. It's gripping but also one of those books that's so intense I keep having to put it down and go walk around outside before I come back to it, so do not read if you're sensitive to terminal illness in kids.

Last movie: Anora, because we have a tradition of trying to watch as many of the Oscar nominees as possible before the ceremony. It was okay — not as good as Conclave or The Substance, lost its way a little in the third act. But at least it's more original than Dune and doesn't have an inch-deep take on a complex social issue like Emilia Perez, so there's that. I have more thoughts on Wicked than can fit in a paragraph, gave up on The Brutalist because it made me nauseous, and have been putting off seeing A Complete Unknown because if you've seen one musical biopic, you've seen 'em all.

Last TV show: Amputee OT on YouTube. Research for my original fiction, again, sorry these answers have nothing to do with Animorphs.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Savory or spicy. Whatever the opposite of a sweet tooth is, that's me — I've never liked most cookies or pastries, and I'm constantly regifting candy.

Relationship status: Finally living with my spouse of 5 years! My fellow academics, can I get a hoo-rah? A cold and a lonely hoo-rah?

Last thing I searched: "Is it safe for cats to eat dried pasta". I'm sure you can figure out why.

Current obsession: Collaborative horror projects. SCP being the big one, but Backrooms lore and classic creepypastas and the Worm fandom are all infinite as well. Anything that involves 1000s of strangers working together to do something fun on the internet will always give me joy.

Looking forward to: Skiing with my cousins in a few weeks. Wicked Part 2. Longer days with more sunshine. The artist I commissioned sending a final draft. My next meetup on reproducible science. Attending Cory Doctorow's book tour. Student presentations.

Tagging (without obligation): @sad-blue-deer @lilacsolanum @zarohk @twilight0wanderer @miniaturetyphoonhologram @andalitebonsai @featherquillpen @axjake @vissermeme @forlay @nice-is-neat @thaylepo @andalite-angel @andalitean @andaliteful @church-of-crayak @tomberensonsghost @sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel @dorkbajirchronicles @animorphsdaily

[reconstructwriter]

Worse, what if the lich succeeded?

One terrible night, the parents of the most innocent child in the world awoke to find The Grave Tyrant of Morfell standing over them – in the flesh, as it were. The terrible figure gave them an offer they couldn’t possibly refuse. And with much weeping the parents handed the toddler over to become the lich's horcrux.

The babe underwent the ritual unharmed and with a guardian to boot. To ensure the child remained unharmed, the lich took to raising them. To ensure the child remained innocent, the lich taught lessons of kindness, charity, generosity and virtue. It had finally found a use for the books looted off many a Paladin.

Teaching the child was a strange exercise but eventually the lich grew accustomed to it.

The lich’s work paid off. A pair of Paladins somehow successfully divined both lair and soul jar of the Grave Tyrant of Morfell and tracked them both down. Yet when they beheld the child, just shy of thirteen, the woman dropped her sword and the man his shield and both fell to their knees weeping. The lich arrived in time and took pains to spare the child’s innocence.

“Where are you taking them?” Asked the child.

“To give them mercy,” the lich replies at last and teleported away with its despaired foes. A holy sword lay abandoned in the grass alongside the holy shield. The child traced the graven image, that of a babe, wrapped in a familiar blanket.

As the child grew, they came into consequence of being a lich’s phylactery. They have developed the powers of a warlock and found they could spare the dying and fight more powerfully than anyone else their age. One day the lich found the innocent no-longer-child at the doorway of its lair, a shield strapped upon one hand, the other resting on the pommel of a familiar sword. “What are you doing?” The lich asks.

“You have given me a great blessing, but as you said: with great power comes great responsibility.”

“I said that?” The lich found itself with the regret of parents everywhere – that the child had perhaps learned lessons they hadn’t quite meant to teach and learned them too keenly.

The innocent looked to the paladin’s holy sword. “I cannot bring the light of hope to the last person who bore this... But perhaps I can do good enough to make up for their despair.” The lich feels uncomfortable with this. Adventuring was dangerous. But none were perhaps more innocent then a Paladin and Oath of the Ancients Paladins could only become immortal through lots of adventuring.

“I give you my blessing,” the lich said at last, and watched their child leave with a shiver of foreboding.

“In life is death. In death, is life,” were the words oft repeated by the lich to an innocent child. They are now the words painted upon the Paladin of Innocence’s shield, surrounding the image of the babe swaddled in a familiar blanket. Whenever anyone asked why the Paladin of Innocence, took either that symbol or that phrase, the innocent would point to the other.

Sometimes the lich would check on the paladin. Sometimes the paladin would, between adventures (never with their party as that would be awkward), stopped by the lich.

One day the Paladin of Innocence lost a battle with a powerful demon. As the demon was about to strike the killing blow, a lich appeared and slew the demon before departing. Not a hair was harmed on any of the adventurer’s heads, oddly enough.

At last a trio of Paladins confronted the Grave Tyrant of Morfell. The lich flung off their hood and dramatically intoned: “I am your parent!”

“I know,” said the Paladin of Innocence.

“You are not, you stole our child away!” said the other two Paladins.

Slightly unnerved by this serenity, the lich adds, “You are my Horcrux.”

More softly, the Paladin of Innocence says, “I got that impression.”

The lich remembers, terribly, that while their soul jar had become a powerful and immortal paladin, nothing could stop them from killing themselves. “What are you going to do?” the lich asks quietly.

“I have quested all these years, not only to right wrongs, but to bring back to the living my dead parents. I have brought back two of my parents,” the Paladin of Innocence gestured to the other two Paladins before stepping towards the lich. “I would give the gift of life to the third.”

Last night I said a lich that wanted to prevent their lawful good enemies from killing them could make their phylactery an innocent person. This morning, I realized that might prevent heroes from killing them, but the lich would want to make sure the person didn’t die of other causes. Which led me to imagine this completely unassuming villager having the world’s most evil fairy godmother. 

[reconstructwriter]

For the WIP ask game.

This one: Jaster x Undercover!Feemore: Mandalorian Mission AU

I am INTRIGUED!

Oh yes I love this one! Several people have used the 'Feemor's force presence makes him forgettable' in stories and I thought it fitting for Shadow!Feemor to have this ability but also have some control over it. Just as Quinlan Vos has psychometry. Yaddle as Master of Shadows is also something I'm borrowing from fanon but honestly I freaking love the idea!

Also contains just-made-up headcanons for how the Jedi Shadows work in a way that makes this mission personally significant to Feemor.

"Feemor strode deep into the archives’ paperwork, its mundane collection of datapads, flimsi and even actual paperwork that denoted twenty thousand plus years of button-pushers – and the hidden office of the Master of Shadows. Councilor Yaddle, to most of the Jedi Temple, was a cross between an accountant and the kind of fond relative who sat you down for tea and cookies. Certainly, she did exactly that with Feemor, though he knew better.

Rare was a mission so important to the Shadows, so critical to the Republic, so vital to the Force that the Master of Shadows had to deliver it personally. Knight-Shadows typically worked in cellular groups: a handler Master with one to four field operatives under their management. Handler Masters most often reported through information drops or other distant communication to the Master of Shadows who kept track of the vast intelligence network generated by hundreds of operatives.

So Feemor’s bow was a little too deep, like that of a Padawan to a Master rather than a Knight-Shadow to the Master of them. But then, after Qui Gon…a little seed of fear still whispered – not good enough, not good enough. Not for Master Qui Gon. Not for any Master.

“Master Yaddle, you honor me.”

“Sit Feemor. Have a cookie.” She handed him an almond butter cookie with a smear of lemon in the middle. Truly, she was as personable and kind as her cover, just…more. Feemor ate the cookie and let himself breathe through his disaster-lineage worries, whatever Master Yaddle chose to reveal, worrying about it would help nothing, nor would internal speculation. “What is this about?”

The secret, gnawing worry that he would be kicked out even here was a baseless fear. He’d done well in his training and like many shadows had unique talents to assist him. In his case, his natural friendliness made him excellent at integrating himself while his Force ability – an ironically forgetful presence, finally under tight control – made him invaluable.

Master Yaddle was not Qui Gon.

“We have a mission for you. Mandalore has called for aid.” Feemor stared. Surely he hadn’t heard right, “…or at least one fraction of it has.”

“Ah,” his disbelief broke, “That makes more sense. Will one fraction seek to play us off against the others?” That would be an excellent reason to send an undercover agent instead of a diplomat.

“That is one possibility,” she pulled up a holo of a Mandalorian city, “Either way the Jedi Council has seen fit to make this a Shadow mission. By all appearances we will be holding this mission in debate. Neither the Republic nor Mandalore will have confirmation a Jedi is being sent.”

“But without declining the mission outright my presence can still be justified.” If he had need to reveal himself.

“Well, one of the other two main fractions may debate it.” That was Mandalore for you, Feemor thought. He had been on missions near Mandalorian and if only two other fractions debated a Jedi’s presence he would hail that as a new and impossible step forward in Jedi-Mandalorian relations.

“My handler?”

“You will not have one. The mission itself will require great adaptation in its operative and no handler can go undercover amongst the New Mandalorians as well.” Feemor straightened, eyes wide. Only Jedi Masters went on missions without a handler, but before he could object, Councilor Yaddle added, “You are ready for this Feemor.”

He bowed deeply, fraught with the weight of the mission, shaky with the relief of acceptance. “Yes Master.”

“As you can see Sundari’s population is…rather odd.” Feemor saw.

“All human?” He could blend in, provided no one took too close of a look at him. He would have to source his own healing there as a doctor would see through his humanoid appearance in an instant.

“You are the closest we have, who is skilled enough for the mission. Three declare themselves ruler of Mand’alor. This is, despite what this Duke would say, an internal dispute. However, one of the declared leaders is terrorist Tor Vizsla – who holds the stolen darksaber.”

“Ah,” Feemor considered the blade, “It would be quite inconvenient for the blade to go missing, wouldn’t it.” Or quite convenient for his mission parameters.

“Indeed. Beyond making sure a terrorist and conquering fraction does not force or coerce their way into power over an entire system of planets, your mission is rather open-ended. This will require much judgement from you and rely deeply upon your connection to the Force.”

A Master’s mission indeed. “Then I will prepare myself.”

“Good. Sadly we have little intel upon the Mandalorians and most of what is available is on the Duke’s fraction. Study them. Integrate yourself. Keep your eyes open and connection to the Force strong.”

“I will, Master Yaddle.” Feemor bowed.

“I have faith that you will Feemor.” She returned his bow."

[charmwasjess]

Seven Some Sentences Sunday Monday!

I got tagged by the lovely @reconstructwriter a while ago when I wasn't writing anything, so sorry for the delay there!

No Pressure Tagging: @rochenn @purple-ant @bolithesenate @dapurinthos @calcedon79 @stellanslashgeode

Yep, more Time Travel Forward AU WIP, but I'm really struggling with the depression brain right now, and for some reason, it's the thing that's flowing. Y'all have been so kind. <3 --

“‘Ayy, look!” 

Dooku turned with horror toward what sounded very much like a fifteen year old Torgruta Padawan with a boiled egg stuck for comical effect on one of her canines only to find that exact horrific scenario presented before him. Ahsoka Tano, who had obviously affixed the offending egg there to clown for the probable cheering of one Sifo-Dyas, who was laughing with his mouth open to reveal his own chewed-up egg. 

Oh, so he wasn't crying now.

Ahsoka retrieved the white globe off the point of her canine and devoured it in a single bite. “I can’t believe we have real eggs today - you must be good luck!” 

“I’ve been saying that my entire life,” Sifo-Dyas beamed at her as if she was as wise as she was hilarious.

…All seventeen years of it, idiot?

Sifo-Dyas didn’t deign to reply to Dooku's mental sally, instead, selecting another egg almost shyly, as if they had not all just seen the entire internal mechanisms that powered his chewing of the first one. 

Ugh, Dooku missed Jo.

[reconstructwriter]

The Jedi call it a blessing. The Sith call it a curse. All call it Hanahaki, which all Force Sensitives are born with.

“You must be mindful of your feelings.”

Mace Windu struggled with this in his youth. His anger at once a thing overgrown wild and thorny, next a crumpled blue flower, flecked with blood. But name by name – outrage, wrath, fear, sorrow – Tr’a Saa helped him nurture a vibrant garden.

His blade ever shone amethyst.

“In Suffering is Strength”

Master Dooku hid the first bloody flower, but couldn’t hide forever. He begged Sidious to teach him before Hanahaki exposed him. But for all he’d persevered, still the occasional petal fell, a yellow and bloody warning.

When Skywalker��s sabers moved, he died wishing he’d learned the lesson.

“Teach us, guide us, the flowers of our feelings do.”

Many thought Yoda immune to Hanahaki, but as he arranged for Qui Gon and Obi Wan to board the transport to Bandomeer, his breath hitched and out came a single pedal. He meditated on his feelings. He changed both assignments. He called Qui Gon.

They both breathed easy.

“Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion is essential.”

Anakin admitted his feelings to Padme. How could he not? For he was a Jedi and only Sith died throttled by flowers. He would gladly grow a garden of love for her, let every flower of his passion bloom in the light of her sun.

Yet a petal still sat on his leaden tongue.

The Jedi ever live growing beautiful gardens. The Sith ever die strangled by stifled blooms.

I think that more fanfiction should be written with the aim to tackle the original meaning of hanahaki. Because when the concept of hanahaki disease was originally created, it was intended to be a metaphor for suppressing one’s feelings.

Your feelings are this beautiful garden of flora inside of your chest. When you express how you feel honestly, you allow for it to grow freely. But when you hide how you feel out of fear of rejection, and try to make it smaller and smaller, the flowers become cramped inside of you, until you choke on your own feelings. Every flower you cough up is something you’ve felt, but refused to say.

The whole “dying” thing is intended to be more symbolic especially. You’re killing off bits and pieces of yourself and how you feel, because you’re afraid to express yourself.

It’s not really supposed to be, “The one I love doesn’t love me back, and I’m dying from it.” Rather, it’s more along the lines of, “Repressing your emotions is bad for you, and it’s better and healthier to express them freely, even when it’s scary.”

Which is to say that, one, the cure for the disease should be telling the person that you are in love with how you feel. How the other person feels about the person afflicted should have nothing to do with it, as the trope is meant to be about feeling your emotions unapologetically.

And that, two, it’s not an inherently romantic trope. Obviously, it has romantic applications, but it can be written for any situation where a character is hiding how they truly feel. This can include a refusal to address a specific trauma, a desire to indulge in something that they’re ashamed of, and even really practical things, like wanting to ask one’s boss for a higher position.

Although (as an aromantic person myself) I don’t agree with this conclusion about the trope, this application would also avoid people calling it arophobic. When the thing killing the character is a refusal to be honest with themselves, rather than an unrequited love, it’s on nobody’s hands but their own to save their life.

There are a ton of ways that this interpretation of the hanahaki disease could be applied in new and interesting ways in fanfiction, and I’d love to read what things people could come up with!

[ivoris-just-smile-and-laugh]

“Yes, Hello Grandmaster, I am Here for Sith Training” (4448 words) by ReconstructWriter Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Darth Maul, Darth Maul & Savage Opress, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Darth Maul, Padmé Amidala, obi wan kenobi, Savage Opress, Jedi Council Members (Star Wars), Dooku | Darth Tyranus Additional Tags: Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, But Only By Anakin, And Maul, Redemption, Falling to the Dark Side, Rising to The Light Side, Jedi-ing for Dummies, The Things Anakin Does for Love, The Things Maul Does for Hate Summary:

Summary: the war has been going on and has no end in sight. The Jedi Council is at their wit's end when someone suggests Obi Wan infiltrate the Separatists by just walking up and asking his Grandmaster for Sith training.

Nobody has a better idea.

Bookmarker's Tags: Funny

[panther-os]

I know I JUST sent an ask (ty for the reply ^_^) but ✨+ 🍩 for the ask game?

Going to answer this for Imi bc Tired (TM)

✨ - how did you come up with their name?

Her first name, Imerreth, is Amatakka - a conlang for Tatooine slave culture by @fialleril . In the Amavikka culture, also developed by fialleril, Anakin and Shmi's surname Skywalker is after a trickster deity known as "the slave who makes free", Ekkreth in Amatakka. Since Imerreth is the twin who was sent away to hide with their father, her name is made up of "imer"/"hidden, secret" and "reth"/"walker". Hidden walker, hidden Skywalker.

Her surname is her adopted Mandalorian clan name. Her alii'gai. I knew I wanted to relate this to the freedom trails, especially with them picking her up on Tatooine after the massacre, so I took "mav"/"freedom" and "akaan"/"war" and then just added an "i" to the end because it flowed smoother that way. So Mavakaani, freedom war.

Her house name - the larger clan her own clan is sworn to the service of - is one I made up for my first SWTOR character. "Tra", meaning "space, void" but I also use it for "universe" in the spiritual and metaphorical sense, rather than "oyu" or "oyu'baat" which I use for the galaxy and universe in the scientific and literal sense.

So, Imerreth Mavakaani be Tra. "Hidden Skywalker in the Freedom War of the Cosmos". All together, it reflects her history, her present work, and her future ambitions. It's what's important to her and what ties her to both her families, to her tribe and mother and to her aliit.

🍩 - who is their nemesis/arch-rival?

Definitely Anakin. Even before she knew it was him, she was dead set on finding the person who slaughtered their family and seeing justice and vengeance done. Once it was revealed, the sheer betrayal only cemented it.

I use the phrase "you who I called brother" a lot with the clones as a humorous and non-serious thing. But with Imi it's very serious. She knew there were red flags. How he talked about their father's people - her people, their people - among them. But she chose to ignore them because she wanted a brother. He was the only blood family she had left. And even after his death, she will never not be angry at him for taking that from her.

[s-c-g-s-c-g]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, show your latest line (artwork or written) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

@reconstructwriter Thanks for tagging me!

This comes from a not yet named WIP, I'm writing Jedi-Mandalorian shenanigans again (how out of character lol). I enjoy a little padawan Obi-Wan being a menace from time to time.

Obi-Wan widens his eyes just enough to be subtle, projecting the immense sadness of an initiate denied their third serving of dessert. “Was I supposed to?” A cut-off almost choking sound distracts Obi-Wan from continuing further, the Mandalorian’s companion has apparently caught on. Obi-Wan sends them a subtle glare before looking back up at Feemor. Feemor looks very lost, like, even Qui-Gon has never looked this lost before. This kind of power could go to a padawan’s head.

I'm running a bit late to an appointment so, uh, if you'd like to be tagged, you are tagged!

[feruslands]

"Daddy Feri", part 10

My sketch fanfic for @reconstructwriter and @la-sopa who inspired me to continue this long, dark story, and for everyone who loves "Vader/Ferus" (later Anakin/Ferus)

Warnings: cruelty

Darth Vader bowed before the holographic figure of Palpatine.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" The Sith was smiling nastily, as if he had read his mind. "You stupid fool. You can't hide anything from me. "

"Master…"

"You're a lying coward. Is this your gratitude for the power I gave you?" Palpatine asked. Vader only hoped that Palpatine's awareness of his captives would end with the knowledge of the girl's existence, but Sidious quickly dashed his hope.

"Bring this child and the Jedi to me immediately. I'm waiting for you."

It was a complete failure. Vader did not believe in the omnipotence and absolute awareness of the Master. Someone was spying for the Emperor.

"I obey, my Master."  Vader said obediently, and Sidious cut the connection.

Soon, his Star Destroyer appeared in orbit of the Vjun. The captain of the ship contacted Vader, he reported that he was sending a transport vehicle and a group of people for Vader to help transport people.

When a transport shuttle landed on the platform in front of the fortress, Vader ordered the arriving stormtroopers to transport his prisoners to the Destroyer. Everything was done as always, accurately and quickly, under his supervision.

Vader pondered for a long time what was the best thing for him to do.  If he gives Leia to Palpatine, then maybe Olin will lose his child. And Olin will be left without what Vader himself is deprived of. That would be good. But Leia without a connection to the Force would obviously not be of any interest to Sidious. But Olin... he was unlucky.

Undoubtedly, it would be useful for Olin to receive a few lightning strikes from Palpatine. But it will end quickly because the Emperor will kill the stupid, stubborn Jedi. Suddenly, the thought of giving up the old enemy to die seemed unwelcome to Vader.

Or even unacceptable?

But why? Darth Vader didn't know the answer. He only realized for sure that he no longer wanted and could not follow Palpatine's will. The man who had always used him almost like a slave.

The hatred of Sidious that rose in him made Vader feel very tired, as if he himself had lived for more than half a century, and all this time he was a slave on a leash from his master. His vile memory made him think of Obi-Wan again, and Vader forced the damned traitor out of his mind.

"Woe to you, Obi-Wan! I will find you at any cost, after I get rid of the Emperor."

Previously, even the thought of beating Palpatine would have seemed unthinkable and ridiculous to him, but now he thought differently.

Vader knew that the solution was somewhere nearby, the Force was telling him what needed to be done. And he was intently searching for the only correct answer to the main question in these clues - how to deceive someone who cannot be deceived? The one who is the genius of deception himself?

And the Sith realized that now he really had a chance. Leia would give him that chance.

But is he willing to risk Leia's life, use her as a bargaining chip, in order to get rid of the Emperor once and for all? To his surprise, it didn't seem like a difficult choice.

The moment Vader could easily answer "yes" to himself, he felt that he had become equal to his Master. And he will surpass him when they meet or he will just find his death there.

There was triumph and steadfastness in the Force. The Sith was especially acutely aware of this, as if the Force itself was on his side. This means that the Dark Side will help its Chosen One to recognize a tiny but most important moment and take advantage of it.

And then he will win.

**

Ferus was imprisoned in a cell on the Destroyer. The Jedi looked helpless, and he fought against this state of weakness in order not to actually lose consciousness. His hands were tied together and fixed on the wall. He was almost lying on a chair and did not move, hoping that someone from the guard would come up to check on his condition. But no one came to his cell for hours. The prisoner's vital signs were read by a tiny device attached to his neck. It was enough to have an idea of his current state of health.

Thanks to the Force, the Jedi was able to hear the conversation of two stormtroopers behind the wall, and learn that the destination is Coruscant.  Why is Vader taking him there? Ferus didn't understand a damn thing that was going on, and it made him very anxious. He only knew perfectly well that meeting Palpatine would mean a fatal outcome for any Jedi. He needs to get out of this prison by any means necessary, and save Leia.

The ship suddenly jerked, as if it had fallen into a small pit. At the moment of a sharp jolt of the whole ship, a tiny sensor monitoring vital signs jumped off the Jedi's neck and fell to the floor. Fortunately, the guards finally noticed him.  When the stormtrooper entered the cell, Ferus still did not move, he did not react to either slaps or kicks. After making sure that the prisoner had a weak pulse, the stormtrooper was only going to return the sensor to its place and leave until new orders were received about the prisoner.

A small sensor, like a button, lay on the floor near the Jedi's feet. The stormtrooper bent down to pick up the sensor, but the tiny device slipped between his clumsy fingers. He took the heavy blaster aside and squatted down. A strange detail caught his attention. The glowing wire that connected the prisoner's ankles had been torn from its fastener. The Stormtrooper hadn't even had time to feel uneasy about it yet. He realized too late that he was a victim of the prisoner's treachery. The glowing wire abruptly wrapped around the guard's neck and began to strangle him. The helmet flew off to the side. The stormtrooper lost his balance and collapsed on the prisoner, who grabbed him in a clamp like a claw. He tried to free himself, but the prisoner turned out to be too agile and incredibly flexible. The stormtrooper struggled with the prisoner, he grabbed the wire with both hands, trying not to let himself be strangled, but that was the prisoner's intention. Ferus took advantage of the moment and kicked his opponent in the head, knocking him unconscious.

The stormtrooper's body went limp and fell to the floor. Ferus used the Force to quickly pull out the combination key and open the lock that held his hands and freed himself from the bonds as quickly as possible. At the moment when the guard's partner entered the cell, Olin forcefully pulled the enemy forward, and grabbed him in a chokehold with his hands, not even allowing him to scream.

**

The Star Destroyer slipped out of hyperspace, near Coruscant, but instead of approaching the planet, the ship slowed down.

Darth Vader felt the approach of his Master. Although it was unexpected, he still remained cool and balanced like never before.

"Who allowed you to stop here and turn off the engines?" Vader said rudely to the captain, who was nervously pacing past the control panel.

The captain stopped. He stood straight in front of Vader.

"The order was to come to these coordinates and stop here, awaiting further orders."

"Whose orders are you waiting for, Captain? I am the commander of this ship."

"This is… The Emperor's direct order was received. I couldn't ignore him. "

"And you decided not to even tell me about it?"  Vader asked. He was looking out the wide-paneled porthole at Palpatine's fleet.

The captain was too young, he hesitated under the harsh pressure of Vader and did not find the answer.

"I won't need you anymore, Captain. Call your deputy and hand over the command."

"Are you trying to remove me from command? Because of such a small thing?" he exclaimed with perplexity and indignation.

His question remained unanswered, Vader had already descended a couple of steps and was rapidly moving towards the elevator, his dark cloak flapping widely behind him.

"But you don't have such authority! Just not on this mission, until we deliver the important ‘cargo’ to the Emperor."

The captain's raised, slightly shrill voice made Vader stop. Frankly speaking, he didn't care about all these insignificant careerists, but still...

"And the Emperor would never approve of it." The young captain added. He was scared when he realized that he had attracted too much of Vader's attention.

"How can a nobody like you know what exactly the Emperor will approve?"

"I... I'm just someone who does an excellent job." The Captain was able to pull himself together and regained his composure.

"Really?" Vader returned to the bridge.

And then his suspicions turned into complete certainty. He touched the Force and the Dark Side allowed him to see through a heart that was greedy and corrupt.

"You were spying on me and reporting me to the Emperor, weren't you?" Vader didn't ask, he claimed. "There are no other reasons why you were appointed to such a high post, because you are still incompetent, just as you were on the day you got this position."

Fear crept into the Imperial imperceptibly, but swiftly.

"It's not true! I'm...I'm good enough, and I've earned my place..." he saw that his weak attempts to justify himself could not soften Vader and he decided to give in, hoping that it was not too late. "Well, I'm handing over command, since you require it. But no matter what you think of me personally, you must understand that the Emperor considers me a particularly valuable subordinate."

The captain took the code cylinder out of his breast pocket to hand it to his deputy.

"There is one aspect that you did not take into account when you joined this spy game. The Emperor will not grieve over your corpse, because you have always been just an expendable item for him, as you have now become for me."

The code cylinder touched the palm of the first deputy, and the ex-captain clutched his throat. He was suffocating and couldn't even scream. The man fell to the floor, looking at his commander with horror and hatred.

Vader strangled him, trying to make his last moments especially painful.

"I hope you won't let me down like your predecessor," Vader told the new captain.

Killing the rotten informer gave him satisfaction. Vader stepped over the corpse as the Emperor's shuttle landed in the Devastator’s main hangar.

When the droids placed the dead body on the corpse truck, Vader had already gone to get Leia. It was time for both of them to meet Darth Sidious.

**

As soon as Ferus got out of the cell, he immediately rushed to find his daughter. The scariest thing was that he did not feel her presence, and he was struck by the terrible assumption that Leia had stayed on the Vjun. She really wasn't in the neighboring cells.

"Damn it!" Olin cursed.

The Jedi checked all the prison cells, but they were all empty. Vader did not keep prisoners on his ship, he got rid of any prisoners very quickly. Olin jumped out of the prison block and hurried forward, trying to hide and go around the corridors. The Jedi understood that very soon it would be discovered that the prisoner had escaped and then they would rush to find him. And he tried to move faster, but unnoticeably.

"Leia!" he called her through their connection, but there was no answer.

Ferus was immersed in the Force, but he felt only darkness around him, not Leia. Fear for Leia made his heart ache. And he was afraid that he would waste his time here, and would not take a step closer to his daughter.

He didn't know what to do, look for her here, or try to escape from the ship. Doubts tore at him, but he decided that he would not leave until he found his daughter or made sure that she was not here.

"Leia, I'm coming for you," Ferus repeated to himself, and thoughts of his daughter gave him courage. He began to search for her in the Force again, and moved forward along the corridor. He took another step and froze in horror.

"No! Anything but that!" Ferus felt this eerie presence of Darkness. It was the epitome of Ancient Evil, made of flesh and blood. Panic seized him.

In the confusion, the Jedi tried to disguise himself in the Force. Olin didn't even know if he had succeeded, or if the omnipresent Darkness could reach him at any point.

 "Leia, please!" he shouted again over the mental link and ran forward like a madman, hoping it wasn't too late.

**

Finding himself in the same elevator with Leia, Vader felt doubts. He knew that it was too late to hesitate when a decision had already been made. But it was still difficult for him to act in this way. He reminded himself that none of his doubts were worth a single credit right now.

He felt a momentary weakness, because it was hard for him to destroy this small family, such strong bonds of father and adopted daughter. But he had done this many times before, when he was condemning someone to death. What's the matter now?

If he fails, then it doesn't matter if Leia is still alive, because he himself will be gone. And after that, even if the whole galaxy ceases to exist, it won't matter anymore.

"We will meet with the Emperor soon."  He told Leia, "He's the most powerful Sith in the galaxy."

Leia didn't say anything. The little girl stared at the closed elevator doors in front of her.

"You have to be reasonable and cool-headed when talking to him."  Vader continued.

Leia remained emotionlessly silent, not showing in any way that she was interested in what she had just been informed about.

"I guess I don't even need to add 'otherwise Ferus will get hurt'? "

Leia finally turned her head in his direction and looked up. It was not a childish look for such a young face.

"I get it." She replied dryly. She stared at the elevator doors again. 

Vader knew he was lying to her. After meeting Palpatine, Ferus will suffer in any case. He easily suppressed the unpleasant feeling of this deception. It was nothing compared to the fact that he was seriously going to risk her life.

They got out of the elevator and walked to the main hangar. The Emperor, surrounded by the scarlet guards, was already waiting for them.

Vader stopped a few steps away from Palpatine and knelt. Leia remained standing to the side of the kneeling cyborg in armor and looked up.

In front of her stood a tall man in expensive dark scarlet robes. A large hood covered his head and forehead. This man seemed old and scary to her, and the irises of his eyes were an unnatural acid yellow color. Those frightening eyes stared at her, not allowing her to look away.

And she felt creepy. It seemed to her that the Ancient, Primordial Evil was looking at her.

"So, Darth Vader," the Emperor announced solemnly. His voice was nasty, hoarse, like a dead man rising from the grave, but also resonant and with clear diction, "you finally brought this child to me."

"Yes, my Master." Vader confirmed without getting up from his knee, and without raising his head.

"Good," Palpatine said with satisfaction. His face broke into a smile. He looked at Leia for a while, as if he expected something specific from her. But suddenly, his smile abruptly disappeared, and signs of puzzlement appeared on his face.

"But I don't feel any connection to the Force in her."  The Emperor said indignantly.

"That's right, Master. Her connection to the Force had faded. " Vader confirmed.

The Sith's lips tightened in annoyance, and he plunged into the Force, trying to recognize the deception. After that, Palpatine turned his attention to Vader.

"As you already know, Master, she is indeed the daughter of the Chosen One. But she doesn't have the same abilities." Vader explained.

The Emperor did not feel the lie again. He stared at Leia intently.

"Who are you, child?" The Emperor asked her.

Leia became even scarier. But she knew that she had to be brave like her dad, even if she was going to die soon.

"My name is Leia Organa Olin. "

Darth Sidious stared at her. The force was calm, and there was nothing about this child that could be useful to him. The daughter of the Chosen One had no connection with the Force. What an abomination!

"How did this happen?" Palpatine demanded of Vader. "She couldn't have been born with such disgusting flaw!"

"Yes. But her potential at birth was too ordinary to manifest itself in her. Before I arrested Bail Organa, he gave this child to Ferus Olin, who had been living secretly in the basement of the palace for a year. Olin adopted her and ran away from Alderaan, taking her with him. They had wandered through different worlds for a long time in search of refuge, but all this time the Jedi had not been engaged in the development of her abilities. Perhaps he immediately realized that her abilities were quite mediocre and convinced her that the potential for Force was not important. And over time, her connection to the Force thinned until it left her completely. I think it happened because she didn't want to be a Force-user herself. "

There was silence all around, broken only by Vader's breathing. There was still a sense of calm in the Force. Only Vader could feel his heart beating too loudly.

"That's disgusting." Darth Sidious finally said with undisguised dislike, "Tell me, child, is this true?"

Such a conversation made Leia feel so tiny and insignificant.

"Yes. " She replied.

Now Palpatine looked at her like she was trash and chuckled. He became openly disappointed.

"Now everything is clear." Palpatine summed it up. "So that's why you brought her to me so easily. This child has no Force. It's a pitiful sight."

Leia flinched at these words. The Emperor was discussing her as if she were a defective item put up for inspection on the market.

The Emperor leaned towards her, so that his frightening face became even closer.

"Tell me, child, do you know that your foster father Ferus Olin was once a Jedi?"

"Yes." Leia replied again. She didn't understand very well who the Jedi were, but she'd learned perfectly well that the Sith was synonymous with insidious Evil. 

"So tell me, how could he bear the fact that his child has such a negligible potential for Force sensitivity?"

"I...I don't know. I think it doesn't matters to my dad."

"Doesn't matter? Do you even realize that your father spent many years roaming the galaxy to hide and grow such a defective and useless thing like you?" The Emperor asked rudely. Leia couldn't feel the Darkness gathering around them, but she could see from the Emperor's distorted face that his irritation was growing.

And these words of the Emperor stung her painfully, but she looked boldly at the Sith.

"My dad doesn't think I'm defective! He loves me for nothing… "

Palpatine looked at her with open disgust.

"Stupid kid. No matter what your precious father thinks of you, if you don't have Force, you're absolutely useless. Unlike him…"  Darth Sidious's wrinkled face broke into a smile at the last words. And in that hideous mockery, Leia read the fate in store for her.

Palpatine immediately lost all interest in her, he turned to Vader and gave a short order.

"Execute her!"

Leia froze. She realized that the black-armored monster was about to get rid of her. And then the two of them would start torturing her poor dad. She heard Vader's voice and squeezed her eyes shut at the words.

"I obey you, my Master." Vader got up from his knee and took a step towards Leia, and at the same time standing a little closer to the emperor, "But maybe it would be better if Ferus Olin obeyed your order?"

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

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