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split-spectrum · 10 months

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Water and Rock

Chapter 1

Pairing: Obi Wan/FemReader

Warnings/Tags: (None in the first chapter, but more to come) explicit content, drug use, dubcon, character deaths, slow burn

Description: There are only so many excuses a master and padawan can make to kiss under "extenuating circumstances" before circumstances stop arising and start being created. You are an expert at your craft - a Jedi knight in service as a spy for the Republic. When your former master Obi Wan joins you on a mission, it's clear things aren't the same as they once were. The trials you face together may break your bond, or turn it into something else entirely.

A second explosion rocks the port side of the ship, and you can barely hear your own muffled voice over the ringing in your ears.

"They've disabled our hyperdrive."

General Kenobi's face is grim. "Not good."

Your legs are struggling to keep you upright as you stumble against the bucking of the dying ship.

"Any suggestions, Commander?" he asks, a note of detachment in his voice that you wish you could mirror while plummeting to certain death.

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"Now would be the time to share any skills you've acquired on your solo missions."

You bite back a sarcastic comment about espionage missions rarely ending in dogfights. "Sir, if you're able to clear the atmosphere, we might still lose them in the asteroid field. If you can keep us from getting shot down for the next few minutes, I think I can manage the changes needed in the power converters to get the hyperdrive back online."

He considers this, then nods. "Fine. Do it. Divert as much power as you can without shorting the main systems."

He takes his place back at the helm and you slide a few feet to the back of the ship, dropping to the floor and immediately getting to work on the wiring. Another glancing blow hits the ship, and the tool you've grabbed skitters across the floor.

"I would love to recommend that you stay low until you reach the city limits, in case they have any qualms about shooting their own people and decide to use less firepower... but you're in command of this mission and I don't give the orders," you say, as if talking to yourself.

You snatch the tool back up and send a quick look to the captain's chair where Obi Wan is giving you a mildly unimpressed look. But he adjusts his controls, lowering the trajectory.

Too late. Another blast, and the ship is now shaking violently.

"All main engines are down on the port side." You flip through diagnostic screens, reading them aloud as Obi Wan struggles to keep the controls steady. "Remaining engines operating at only sixty percent. No, fourty... we're not going to make it."

All hope drains from your face while Obi Wan pulls up a map on the main console, adjusting coordinates. "Even if we manage to survive, our location has been compromised and our cover blown. I see only one option at the moment."

He zooms in, highlighting a nearby moon, Keoth. "We can try for a landing, and hope they believe we've died in the crash."

You take yet another hit, and this time you're knocked to the floor. You give a desperate smile. "They certainly aren't giving us many other options."

You stand back up and manage to strap yourself into the copilot's seat just in time for the power to begin failing. The ship begins its death spiral toward the moon below, its surface filling the viewport much too quickly for your stomach to handle. You give yourself over to the force, your master's piloting, and whatever luck has brought you this far.

Wordlessly, you plummet to the ground, reminding yourself not to give in to fear as the belly of the ship scrapes first against the trees, then against the rocky terrain. When the skidding finally stops and you haven't burst into a fireball, you silently thank the force as both of you remain in your seats for a moment, catching your breath.

"Let's hope the Black Sun didn't see where we went down," you say, finally unstrapping your belt once your legs are steady enough to stand up.

Obi wan stands as well. "I suppose we'll know soon enough."

His comment is enough to silence both of you again, and you listen in anticipation of more blasting. When nothing immediately happens, Obi Wan makes his way to the back of the ship and opens the cargo bay door. It creaks, straining against broken hinges, and slowly reveals the dense jungle outside. You step out, inspecting the damage to the ship. It's catastrophic.

"Black Sun or not, we aren't going anywhere anytime soon. It appears we'll need to send a status report to Coruscant and wait for rescue," he says, heading back into the ship to access the comm panel.

You step forward to follow him and wince, touching your head. Your hand comes away with blood, which must have been trickling down your forehead. He stops on the cargo ramp, placing a hand to the back of your head, steadying you for inspection.

"Hold still."

He turns your head this way and that, and steps back, walking into the ship to get a medpac. He takes one out of storage and makes his way back to you. "I am no medic, but that needs attention."

You wave a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. I must have hit it when I was working on the power converters. I'm more concerned about the ship's condition than a bump on the head."

He ignores your protest and starts to unpack a gauze pad, leaning toward you. Instead of letting him finish, you take the pad from his hand and press it in place, holding it there. You give him an appreciative look, which is enough to end the conversation. He turns his attention back to the comm panel. After a moment, he sighs.

"The normal communications systems are too damaged and the long-range communicator can't get a signal. We're cut off."

You close your eyes, trying to accept this new turn of events and find a way to move forward. You open them again and stare out of the cargo bay for a long time, thinking. Finally, you speak.

"If we can boost the signal of the long range communicator, we might be able to get a message back to one of my contacts on Oba Diah," you point, and his gaze follows your hand to the top of a mountain. "We just need to find higher ground."

"It's a possibility." Obi Wan considers it further, then gives a small shake of his head. "Probably our only possibility at present. We'll need supplies."

The both of you get started packing, eating and drinking as much as possible before leaving the rest of your supplies behind on the ship. With the pressing heat of the jungle, you consider leaving your robes behind, but ultimately pack them for extra bedding.

You shed the rest of your layers and leave on your tunic, arms bare. It doesn't do much to alleviate the pressing heat, but at least the fabric is light. Meanwhile, Obi Wan somehow decides to leave his outfit unchanged, removing only the most outer layer. It seems unbearable, but then, he's always been one of those jedi who choose to wear the most uncomfortable clothing. He told you once it was a constant exercise in learning to ignore the distraction of discomfort. You simply thought of it as unnecessary suffering.

"If I remember correctly, this moon has a 9-hour rotation. Looks like we have about 3 hours of daylight left," you say, pulling your bag over your shoulders.

Obi Wan follows you as you enter the jungle, stepping over vines. "We should make the most of it, then. Be wary. We don't know what kind of wildlife we may find."

"Actually, I've read the wildlife on Keoth is non-aggressive. So long as we don't provoke anything, I imagine we'll be fine."

"You keep your studies sharp, as always."

There's an unfinished lilt to his voice at the end of his sentence, where years ago, the words 'my padawan' may have fit.

When the jedi council had been deciding where to place you as a youngling, you hadn't made the choice easy for them. You didn't have any decipherable talents. At least, not at first. You weren't skilled with a blade, nor with hand-to-hand combat, and you weren't a particularly quick study at meditation. You weren't *bad* at any of those things, just not as adept as your peers. Nothing about you stood out, so finding a master with whom to place you became an ongoing task.

At first, you were sent to spend time at the healing houses. Often if a youngling wasn't predisposed to combat, their healing abilities soon revealed themselves. After months of training, not even the faintest sign of a healing ability made itself known. After that followed new master after new master. You learned from all of them, picked up skills from each of them, but none had been able to bring out your true strength. Your only consistent abilities seemed to lie in making rash decisions and engaging in reckless behavior. And as you neared the age for knighthood, it was becoming more of a liability to the order with each passing day

Thankfully, the council decided to counteract your behavior with a jedi who was the embodiment of forethought and decorum: Master Kenobi. You thought of your new assignment as a punishment at first, being placed with one of the strictest masters in the order, but with time and patience, he had shown you how to connect with the force like no one ever had.

It was through his guidance that you had discovered your unique talent for mind tricks. Most jedi could control one person with a weak will. You, on the other hand... you could control whole rooms of people with nothing but a suggestion. You could influence the minds of those with stronger wills and higher intelligence. You could disappear into a crowd by hopping from one consciousness to another almost effortlessly. It was a very rare gift, and it made you the perfect Republic spy.

It also meant that your tutelage under Master Kenobi was short-lived. Once your exceptional talent was revealed and honed, you were soon urged by the council to take the trials. A part of you always wondered if the need for your specific skillset in the war effort had driven you to take the trials before you were ready. Nevertheless, you passed. You struggled terribly, but you passed. And you were soon inundated with intelligence missions. Many jedi worked in partnership with one another, but on your assignments, a partner was often a liability. Instead, over the years, you formed a network of contacts in some of the seediest places throughout the galaxy. It was crucial work leading to vital information, but it was also isolating.

So, when you were given an assignment on Oba Diah with your former master, it was welcome news. Your mission had been to spread a rumor within the Pyke Syndicate that someone was selling a rare jedi holocron on the black market, in order to draw the attention of Lord Tyranus. When Tyranus arrived on Oba Diah to investigate, an attack would be launched in an effort to capture him. But the jedi council hadn't been aware of how deeply in league with the Black Sun Clan the Pyke had become, and weren't aware of their full numbers, or their access to information. Your deception had been revealed, and as a result, you're now staring up at the peak of a mountain that's miles away, while trudging through hot, sticky jungle air.

You've been walking for hours at this point, hardly able to see in the dimming light, and you ignite your lightsaber for the dual purpose of lighting your way and cutting a few branches out of your path. "It's nearly dark. Maybe we should make camp soon."

Obi Wan nods, although he keeps walking, and you keep following. "You're right. We'll make better time when we can see where we're going."

He finally stops in a small clearing, pulling out his water ration and taking a drink. You pause as well, using your lightsaber to slowly walk around the area and inspect. The trees aren't so dense in this area. Once you clear the brush off ground, it should make a reasonable-

You cut your inspection short, hearing a loud cracking sound in the darkness. You lock eyes with Obi Wan.

"Yes, I sense it as well," he says, lowering his voice. He ignites his lightsaber and you take your automatic positions, backs to one another, as you peer into the darkness of the jungle. Something is out there. You can feel it watching you.

A ravenous snarl suddenly erupts nearby, as a creature twice your size lunges out of the vegetation at Obi Wan. He deftly moves to the side, dodging its enormous claws. The beast's eyes glitter in the green reflection of your saber. Its teeth are so large it can't even seem to entirely close its mouth, drool dripping onto the ground below.

As the beast circles you, searching for a weak point to attack, you look over the matted hair covering its body, its raked-back ears and its short, stunted nose. You don’t recall this species in your study of this planet's moon. It roars and launches itself toward you again, and you slash upward, singeing one of the tufts on its ears. The smell of burnt hair and flesh hangs in the humid air, and the creature howls in pain, scrambling back toward both of you.

Obi Wan force pushes the beast backward, but it uses its legs like a springboard, ricocheting off a tree to snap its jaws at his neck. Again, he dodges, but not quickly enough to avoid its claws, which manage to catch his shoulder. Obi wan returns the stab by driving his lightsaber through the creature's arm, which finally causes it to relent, letting out a screech of pain.

It shuffles backward, then quickly disappears back into the jungle, leaving as suddenly as it had arrived. The two of you remain on alert, panting and glancing around the trees surrounding the clearing, now completely pitch black. After a few moments, it seems the creature has no plan to return, and Obi wan sighs.

"Non-aggressive, I believe, were your exact words?"

You grimace. "Perhaps the archive could use an update on Keoth."

He gives you a slight raise of his eyebrows, turning to say something else, but grits his teeth when he moves his arm. You shine your light toward his shoulder, seeing the blood seeping through his clothing.

"We should clean that," you tell him. Though your voice holds concern, it isn't the first time you've seen him injured. And because you've seen him injured plenty of times before, you're aware he'll ignore his injuries until you start to waste time over it. So you wait, patiently, unmoving.

He pulls his pack down from his shoulders and drops it to the ground. "We only have two medpacs. I'm not certain it's necessary."

He waits for your response, but you don't give him one, so at last, he searches his bag until he finds a medpac. When you see that he appears willing to listen to you in this instance and he begins to open a medpack, you drop your own pack to the ground and busy yourself with starting a fire.

You clear a small area of the ground and cut down some branches. Then you use the heat of your blade to burn some kindling you make by cutting off the bottom fringe of your tunic. Within a few minutes, the fire is crackling and you turn your attention back to Obi Wan, who has prepared the bacta spray and is pulling off his clothing.

He's... you swallow. Your eyes are drawn to his skin as it's revealed, and all at once it occurs to you that you've never seen your master without a shirt on. Even during late nights, you've seen him in his bedclothes, but never... never like this.

He's facing away from you, already having removed his belt and tunic, and he's quickly and unceremoniously pulling his dark brown undershirt over his head, dropping it to the ground. Despite trying to focus on the claw marks, you can't help but stare at his golden skin, the muscles of his back tapering down to his narrow waist. Then, all at once, your eyes fixate on the tattoo that graces his shoulder.

You can feel the synapses in your brain as they short circuit. You don't recognize the symbol, just a black marking of some kind which you've never seen before.

It's at this moment he seems to feel your gaze and turns around, holding the bacta spray. You tear your eyes up from his bare chest to look him in the eyes. He raises his arm, turning to the side. "Is it quite deep? I can't tell."

You blink, trying to steel yourself and focus on the task at hand. The injury doesn't seem serious, just a surface level puncture. You shake your head. "It's not that bad. You've had worse."

You try to force a smile but you imagine it comes off as nervous. Your eyes keep darting up to the tattoo as he displays himself for you.

"You look concerned, Commander. I assure you, I'm fine." He lowers his arm, giving you a strange look.

You stifle a cough, caught staring. "No, I know. I was just surprised."

"Surprised?"

"Yes, your... tattoo. I, uh, didn't know you had one."

A look of understanding passes over his face. "Oh, that. Yes."

He looks a little shy, but still as unreadable as always. "I had it done when I was much younger; a padawan. At the beginning of my time with Master Qui Gon."

You finally manage to regain control of your expression. "I see. I would never have suspected."

He dabs at his wound with a medical pad, then starts to spray it down. "You would probably be disappointed to learn that many jedi choose to mark themselves as a sign of their culture or for other reasons. In that way, I'm not as unique as I would sometimes like to believe."

You shake your head. "I'm aware. I just... wouldn't have expected it from you."

He smiles a little, then winces when he places a gauze pad onto his skin. "It was... a different time in my life."

The fire pops loudly beside you, the noise pulling you out of your trance. You sweep some more underbrush off the ground, throwing it into the nearby bushes while keeping your gaze firmly on your work. When the ground is clear enough, you lay out your bed roll and try to ignore him while he pulls his undershirt back over his body.

When your breathing finally returns to normal, you're able to turn your thoughts to something safe, like food. You pull a supply bar out of your bag, break it in half, and hand the other half to Obi Wan.

"Thank you," he says. Then he stares at you for a moment. His eyes narrow and he takes a step to close the distance between you, reaching his free hand out to nearly touch the side of your face.

Your breathing becomes shallow again. "General...?"

"You might do well with some of this spray, yourself. Your head isn't looking much better after all this walking."

You realize he's staring at your injury and your shoulders relax a little. "Oh. Yeah, thanks."

You take the spray as he offers it, then change the dressing as well. When you've finished, you climb, exhausted, for many reasons, into your makeshift bed and close your eyes.

You feel Obi Wan settling into his bed roll beside you. "I will take first watch. Rest well. It seems this journey may be more difficult than we had anticipated."

You stare up at the leaves above your head. Yes, you think. Yes, it may.

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echoedcrosshairs · 1 year

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Those Who Fight Together - part 3

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female continued story with The Bad Batch in 3rd person 🖤Smut with a Plot series🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude language, Violence, PiV, Self pleasuring, Oral (m receiving), losing v card

Word Count: 6.5k

18+ NSFW NO MINORS

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Echo had been sitting at the automatic pilots seat to long he started to doze out, continuous having to rub his eyes to stay awake. He took his feet off the dash and decided to get up and stretch. Pacing back and forth, trying to think of every possibility what could go wrong when they got back. Crosshair did always have a way of getting into everyone's heads, but he had to be right. Regs are one thing but one of us? Everyone already looks down their nose at us and it was probably going to get worse.

Echo missed that Tech was talking to him, "Can you repeat that?"

"Great, everyone one this ship is distracted. Although I don't get the appeal of the act. I said can you realign the map and the thrusters but .02, we seem to be slightly off course and slower then usual."

"Oh yes," Echo said hunching over the dataport and doing the readjustments, "There's a secure message from Commander Cody to Reaper, priority yellow."

"I'll wake her," Tech said turning towards the Generals room, content to have an excuse to see how she was doing.

He knocked but there was no reply, he opened to the door to find her back in her pajamas and in her blanket. Recalling the sounds she made with Hunter, he blinked a few time doing his best to mentally block it out. Why is suddenly bothering him was unknown. He put his hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. Her eyes fluttered and she sat up. She looked up at him with his very rigid posture fiddling with his googles.

"You have a secure message from Cody, priority Yellow," Tech said handing her a holo, wanting nothing more then to dismiss himself.

"Hey Reaper, I overheard General Kenobi talking about the artifact you're after. I reached out to a couple contacts to see what I could find, I know you have coordinates but the planet doesn't exists in our star maps but I was able to find a name 'Oribos'. Don't know if that helps, good luck. Cody out."

"Oribos? Doesn't sound familiar, I'm not seeing any record of it anywhere," Tech said typing into his datapad.

"I have," you took the pillow from behind you, screamed into it and put it back down, "According to legend is a moving Sith Temple on tiny planet that relocates itself every ten orbital periods."

Wrecker heard the scream from the General's room, preparing to beat up any of his brothers that cause her the discomfort "What did he say?" Wrecker said staring down at Tech.

"Wrecker, it wasn't me but Commander Cody's information rely," staring with the Holo of Cody.

"He's our favorite Reg."

"Gather the squad, and meet in the pit in five."

"Alright," Wrecker said backing his large frame out of the only way out, he relaxed knowing that it wasn't anything that they did. He liked having her on board, she was nice and all of his brothers seemed obsessed with her too.

Once they left you found the book you snuck out of the forbidden section of library and looked over the passages on Oribos to make sure you had your fact straight. You took the book with you to the awaiting squad.

"I guess I'm the late one," you said closing the book, "The place we're going is most definitely a suicide mission, you have follow my orders when we get there whether you like it or not," you paused to stare at Hunter for an extra second, "We're going to one of the mobile Sith Temples, it is going to be crawling with traps, spirits of the dead and we must get the artifact and implode the planet. We can't afford for them to continue using it."

"Wasn't this suppose to be a Jedi artifact?" Wrecker said looking around.

"That's what we originally thought, yes. It could still be possible, but it's in Sith territory we have to assume the worse."

"What did you mean you weren't a Jedi," Crosshair said, his eyes doing there best to cut through you.

"I am neither Jedi nor Sith, I am simply the collector. I retrieve artifacts of old to keep them from being destroyed or used, they are studied and hidden not even where the force could find them."

"But you take orders from the council?" Echo said rising an eyebrow.

"I take suggestions from the council, I am part of completely independent group of Force Users."

"That explains... a lot actually. Could you have actually court marshaled me?" Hunter said with a grin while Crosshair groaned.

"And executed without a trial if I felt you were a safety hazard to this mission but both are a lot paperwork and I have better things to do."

"See you got nothing to worry about," Wrecked said smacking Crosshair with his fist causing his chair to wobble, "my bad."

"How perceptive," he said pulling his lip back.

Crosshair brought his eyes to you, letting their dark depths peer into her. He didn't know quiet to feel about her but it put a knot in chest and he didn't like. He especially didn't like the fact that Hunter touched her or was in her. Anger boiled up, he curled his finger into balls making his knuckles turn white. He did his best to relax his hand but it didn't relax his anger.

"How about we make a small detour, to blow off some steam?" You said feeling the tension roll off of Crosshair and Hunter.

"Excellent idea, I'll look at the next inhabitant planet and take us down," Tech said thankful for an excuse not to be the buffer between his brothers this time.

"I'd love some target practice or a non slime ball canteen where I could actually enjoy a drink."

"We'll be landing in a moment," Tech said over their com links.

"Can I get one of those" your eyes widened.

"I think I have a spare in the parts drawer," Echo said getting up.

You followed him to a small crate in the corner, you watched him dig through to the bottom and pull out an arm attachment out of the bottom. Echo's dataport arm put went under hers and used his good hand to tie it. You had an urge to reach out to grab his implant and tell him that he's still a man and that his mechanics didn't effect that but you kept yourself silent... but that didn't last.

"Don't forgot that your implants are just enhancements you're still a man, not a machine."

"Thank you?" He said with a puzzled expression.

"I feel that it bugs you, it's just a reminder."

Echo walked through showing you how to use it. It was pretty simple process, there wasn't much to it. He kept glancing at you but you couldn't place the look.

"Did I upset you?" You asked.

"No," he didn't want to have his conversation with his brothers around, they accepted him right away although they did make the occasional poke at his alterations.

"You can talk to me later," you whispered.

Echo gave a little nod before sitting down as the Marauder made its descent towards the planet. He watched her as she stared at the floor, quiet. He wondered how much she could sense of feel, whether she could turn it off or was it constant, how tiring that could be. He's fought along side a lot of Jedi but never thought to ask. He caught her eyes looking at him before they went back to the floor. The ship landed and his brothers got off but she seemed to want to get off last, he started to follow the others but she put a hand on his shoulder.

"You went with them because you didn't want to face your brothers on Kamino. You shouldn't feel like it makes you less than, you lived to fight another day. You are without flaw Corporal," you said letting his shoulder go.

"Thank you, General. I needed that."

"I know" you smiled feeling his mind quiet a little, you turned down the reception of feeling so you didn't have to feel how loud each of their minds were.

You followed him out and the ship's ramp closed behind you. You looked around at the port you landed in when a ship catch your eye, a white GAR ship with a grey stripe. What we're they doing all the way out here? You noticed the squad noticing it too.

"I guess we start with that," Hunter said heading towards the ship, but quickly realized it was empty.

"Probably at the local canteen," Tech said pulling up a map on his pad, "this way."

You followed him to a building to semi blacked out windows but the lights flashing. They were must definitely inside. You pushed between the boys and walked in first to find Wolffe and the pack sitting at a table.

"Go first us a table, I'll catch up," you said practically sprinting towards them.

Wolffe grabbed his face and shook his head, "Trouble showed up boys."

"What are you boys doing out here?" You ask folding your arms.

"Trying to hide from you, but that seems impossible at thing point."

"Awe I know you loved me one eye," you said while he groaned, "is he-"

"Didn't make it..." Wolffe started looking down the rim of his glass.

You quickly walked over to the counter, got a drink and returned, "To those who fought," you said raising your glass.

"To those who fought," they said in return and all of you slamming back the bitter drink, "I got to get back to the rag tag team, you boys be careful."

You sent down your glass and some credits on the table, and pointed at your squad and ordered them drinks. Walking over to their table you let your knuckles tap on it doing your best to hold back tears.

"I need some air, drinks are coming."

Doing your best to hold your dignity together you got outside and let your back slide down the side of the building, your butt hitting the ground with a soft thud. You leaned your head back against the building. Tears started flowing out, you kept wiping them away but they didn't want to see to stop. You barely knew the trooper but it was tearing you up, you could picture his smile, the feel of his lips on yours and how he looked at you, as just another person not a Jedi. You put your head between your legs, your head slightly spinning. So many troopers dead and so many more would be gone before this war was over, anger started rising up. The pretentious Jedi council, they could have ended this but relied to make on politics and didn't see anything wrong with all of the death. You took a deep breath trying to pull yourself together. You felt a head on your shoulder to look up to find Echo standing there.

"I may have overheard, do you mind?" He said.

"Be my guest, don't think I'm the greatest company right this second."

"I've served with many Jedi in my time, I've not once seen any of them cry over the loss of one of us. We're just clones, expendable" Echo said taking a seat, his voice threatening to stumble over the last word.

"The clones are anything but expendable," pure rage slipping out, "You all are flesh and blood individuals, you may look the the same but are anything but."

"The Galaxy doesn't seems to think so."

"But do you really hold yourself in such low regard?" You snapped at him.

"No..." He bought his hand to your face and wiped more tears before returning his hands to his lap, "You don't need to beat yourself so hard, we're bred for this and he went out like any soldier dreams too."

That made you cry harder, they were bred for this and battle drilled into their heads basically since they could walk. Couldn't anyone see them as more? He rested his mechanic hand under your face and took his good hand to wipe away the tears.

"If more people saw what you see in us, I think things would be different. Come on, we should probably try to get inside," he said standing up offer his hand.

You take it, wiping more tears from your face to notice one single rolling down face and the distant look on his face. The pain rolled off of him, remembering all of his fallen brothers. This time you wiped his tear.

"I think if more people fought along side them they would. Let's head back in."

Wrecker was on the verge on heading out the door when he saw them walk back in, her eyes were pink and her face was kind of puffy, "Was she crying over the dead reg?"

"Perceptive as always"

Wrecker got up and walked over to her with an ear to ear grin, "Come here," he leaned down and picked her up around the waist swinging her around in a circle, "No need to cry, you got us General. Wwon't die on you."

"That perhaps wasn't the best choice of words," Tech said looking up from his informative bodily article, trying to understand the connection that happened between people and if there was something wrong with him.

"She might just kill us instead," Crosshair wrinkled his nose at his empty glass.

"Just you Crosshair," you said with Wrecker squishing you still spinning like it's nothing.

You wiggled your arms up how of hold and put them around his neck, "This is fun and all but the boy are staring," you said noticing the eyes looking you, "Can you put me down?"

"Finee," he said setting you down, "Did it at least cheer you up a bit?"

"Yeah Wrecker it did."

"Good, It was kind of fun. I wanna do it again, come here grumpy," Wrecker said reaching out for Echo before he had time to jump out of here.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"

"General, I think you should at least see this," Wolffe said, causing you spin on your heel and look at the helmet in his hands.

The helmet was flipped bottom up to see where you see the inside, a picture of you in it. You took the helmet and spun it to see the two grey stripes on the helmet. You let out a deep breath trying to control yourself before handing it back.

"If you know where his body is and it's safe, bury him with it. Please."

Wolffe's eyes widen because he's never heard you say please "Oh I'll make it safe, come on boys we're going to do some target practice on some clankers."

"Thank you Commander."

"What are friends for?"

You smiled as he walked out, friends. It felt good, the Jedi didn't have attachments... but you could and would protect them until your last. You steadied Echo when Wrecker finally put him down, laughing at his very wobbly legs... you underestimated how wobbly and you both went down, you falling directly head first on his chest.

"Ow," Echo mumbled, "Really Wrecker? Really?"

"It was fun" he defended.

"You okay?" Echo said looking at you, making you realize you were still on his chest.

"Yeah," you said standing up and pulling him up, "Never better."

You took the seat between Hunter and Crosshair as another round of drinks were being bought over. Everyone needed to blow off steam and try to have some fun... but hopefully not to much fun that no one could fly the ship.

Hunter eyed Echo who wasn't making eye contact with any of them, "See what I meant?" Hunter said whispering in your ear.

"Keep whispering and I'll think your hiding something," Crosshairs voice was still cranky even after three drinks, unaware if they were helping his internal dilemma or not.

"Just trying to settle who's the better shot, me or you," doing your best to deflect the attention away as Hunter slipped his hand on top of your thigh.

"Is that even a question?" His eyes widening in disbelief.

"I guess we're just going to have to test that."

"This will be interesting," Tech said looking up.

"Or really stupid," Echo said squeeze the bridge of his nose.

"Awe you worried?"

"Maybe for someone's ego."

Hunter squeezed her thigh harder which made her back straighten to perfect posture, he made little circles with his index finger. Taking a drink he side eyed looked at her to measure her response before removing his hand and leaving it on table. He looked at Crosshair and Echo, both of them trying to give their best poker faces but falling miserably. He knew Crosshair had lashed the out in attempts to hide what he was truly thinking or feeling, but he was always a mystery. Echo however wore all of his emotions on his face no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Hunter eyed Tech, out of all of his brothers he doubted he had any interest in her. Maybe having a woman on board was a bad idea, especially one they all were interested in. A pit formed in his stomach, an uncomfortable realization came and he wasn't sure if he could give her that.

"Let's test that," Crosshair said finishing his drink, setting the cup down harshly.

"Maybe you aren't so boring after all," he watched her stand up, following her out.

They walked in silence to a near by rocky cliff with a brush of trees in the distance, "That tree, the one with the branch that jolts straight down."

You laid down in the rocks pulling your short rifle off your side. Your eyes trialed the sight lining it up the shot when you felt Crosshairs rifle lay on your shoulder, the barrel of it catching the side of your eye. Crosshair parted your legs with his body and put his elbow right against your ass, purposely wiggling it slightly to get closer to it.

"Now let's see who the better shot is," he said pulling the trigger.

The blast soared passed your ears but you were to distracted with how close he was to you. To even notice anything else. The accuracy with his shot and how just slightly he was leaning into your ass was enough to get a little water works flowing.

"Easy," you could hear the grin in his voice.

You took the shot the mark hitting slightly lower then his, "Farther?"

"The old one split in middle," Crosshair said looking at the tree several clicks further, blasting just one shot hitting the middle.

"Give me a challenge," you said blasting it, your shot this time a couple inches lower.

"The rock," Crosshair said looking far out at the single rock, it was even a little bit farther then his normal range for accuracy but it would at least make it interesting.

Your shot went even further down but still hitting it barely, Crosshair snickered his shot a little lower then the center but way better then yours.

"Not so Cocky now?" He laughed examining the where the two shots, "All talk no bite."

You adjusted your rifle and blasted five quick shots making a smiley face in the rock, "What we're you saying sniper?"

"I think she beat ya," Wrecker laughed somewhere behind us.

"You little..." he said firing further off, "There beat that."

You shoot, completely missed; without using the force you knew you couldn't hit that far, "Fine you win."

"I was always going to win," he said taking the rifle off your shoulder, standing himself up with his rifle it on his shoulder, "it was just a matter of time."

"What is your problem with me?" You rolled and flipped yourself up staring up at him.

"I don't think your fit to lead this squad for this mission."

"Why?"

Crosshair glared at Hunter, scowling at his brother,

"I think you're just mad it wasn't you," you pushed him backwards.

"You've probably been with every reg on Coruscant. I consider myself lucky," teeth bared at you.

"Say that again, I dare you."

"You'd like that wouldn't you to be called a wh-."

You shoved him as far with the force as you could of the rock zone, jumping to catch up bring your foot down on his chest. He grabbed your anklet and knocked you off balance. You tucked and rolled out of the way of his next punch.

"ENOUGH," Hunter shouted shoving himself in between you too, "That was way to far. Even for you Crosshair," Hunter said pulling the freshly gnawed on tooth pick out, "Given what I heard in your bunk the other night I don't think you care," Hunter attempted to whisper.

"Whatever," Crosshair said knocking his arm out of the way and walking off.

"Crosshair has always been severe, don't take it personally. It's his nature" Tech said following after him.

"That jump was awesome," Wrecker added trying to defuse the tension.

"Thanks big guy."

He still pissed you off but at least knowing who was toying with themselves while you were in the shower gave you some satisfaction. He was maddening but there was something about the perfect short smokey hair and the darkness of his eyes that were alluring. Getting back into the Maraunder you bee lined for your room. You took off for your room and face down flopped on your bed. Could you just get one simple day with out any complications?

Your door opened and someone walked through, "This better be important," you said propping your self up on your elbows so you could turn your head and see who was behind you.

He had an empty expression and a tooth pick in his mouth, leaning up again the wall staring at you.

"Wow, so statue worthy. What are you doing in here?" You ask twisting yourself around.

"Did you think of me while touching yourself in the shower?" He smirked.

"I have no idea what you're taking about. Now get out."

"I could hear you getting something out."

You got off the bed and stood infront of him returning his harsh gaze, "So were you. How about you just say what you want too instead of toying around it."

"I didn't like you screwing Hunter."

"You have been nothing but rude and disrespectful to me, why does that even matter to you-"

He shoved his mouth on yours, hot, heavy and demanding. He wasn't kind about the action. She infuriated him from the moment he saw her. He knew he was a disagreeable person with an abrasive attitude but she brought out feeling in him he didn't understand. She didn't push him away which surprised him, he put his hands to her hips and pushed her off much to her confusion.

"You deserve better," he said wiping his mouth and retreating out of the room.

"What in the Sith's hell just happened" you mumbled feeling the warmth in your lips to where his teeth had grazed.

You shook your head stripping yourself of your armor returning to a set of comfy pajamas.

Tech came walking in messing with his googles, "This seems to be an inconvenient time-" when he noticed the scene before him

"No come in, what's on your mind?" You asked, kicking the armor out of the way.

"What was the feeling like with Hunter?"

You let out a laugh louder then you wanted too, "I was not expecting that, I'm sorry. Can you be a little more specific?"

"Physically intimacy and it seems to be the only thing on their mind. I don't quite understand the appeal;"

"It's a tight feeling in your lower abdomen-"

"I am aware of the physical effects, I was referring to during the actual act."

"I can't really describe it, it's an adrenaline rush when your instincts just kind of take over."

"Hmm, thank you. Not very helpful."

"Come here," you patted next to you on the bed.

Uncomfortably Tech shifted weight the pro's and con's but decided on sitting. Tech wasn't going to pretend the prospect didn't interest him in the slightest, but he wanted to know what made it so mind consuming. You traced a finger from his knee towards his crotch, then from his lips to collar bone and finally down down his spine.

"I don't know if you experience things the same way we do, but it's kind of like that. The anticipation of what's next but in a pleasuring way."

"Fascinating, people find that arousing?"

"You've never...?"

"I haven't seen the point, it's not essential information to preform my task."

"How about a partial demonstration for... scientific purposes?"

"I suppose it would help me better understand."

You walked over the door looking at him while throwing the latch to keep the door shut, he stood and up started taking off his armor pieces just leaving him in his blacks. You dropped your pants and upclipping your bra just leaving your panties on and lose shirt on and pulling the black shirt over his head. You gently pushed him towards the beds and he got the hint to lay down.

You let your tongue trace from his abs up to his neck, "You are going to have to tell me what you like," you murmured in his ear.

"The center of my chest made my heart rate spike a little bit."

"I need you tell me which three of these sensations feel better" you said alternating between kissing, licking, sucking and biting down his chest until where his blacks met his hips.

"The licking and sucking definitely did the most."

You dropped your eyes to notice a very slightly bulge starting, "Good."

You let your tongue trace his pecs and each muscle covered rib sucking a tiny trail down, letting your tongue trace the protruding muscle ridge around his hips.

"That feels good" Techs voice started shaking, it was quiet a pleasurable experience just being touch.

You hovered over him, letting your tongue trail from up grazing his Adam's apple and eventually kissing him letting one hand wander down to his blacks. You slipped your hand under the waist band running your fingerings along the little blood veins that stuck out. He inhaled sharply, a small amount of haziness beginning to cloud his vision. Your fingers find the tip and his hips buck out a little.

"Do you want more or do you think that's enough data for today?" Letting your fingers gently stroke one side.

"I am quiet over stimulated that my cognitive ability has declined a small amount. Will that wear off by its self within a reasonable amount of time or does this need to be completed?" His voice hitched every couple words.

"Sometimes it can take an hour or two. It's your call."

"Then let's proceed, it'll be my shift in an hour and I have to be-" you cut him off wrapping your whole hand around his cock, giving it a few pumps.

You removed your hand and pulled his blacks down to ankles, not quiet sure if you wanted to spend the time taking his boots off. You nuzzled yourself between his legs looking down at his arisen cock, letting your hand guide along the length of it. Keeping one hand on his pulsing dick you brought your other hand over his shoulder so you could stare down at him watching the complete haze take over his eyes with him trying to control his breathing.

"Hand, mouth or my soft bits."

"What do you recommended ?"

Tech was in over his head, but had to return to a state of normalcy so he be proficient, the racing heartbeat or the pound pulse between his legs had to subside. He tried to keep his hands still at his sides not knowing what to do with them, she interlaced one hand with his. Her touch was soft and warm, her mouth was even warmer against his. He may have thought he was above such behavior but biologically he did have a deep urge to finish.

Her other fingers racked against Google band, "I want to be able to see this," he didn't know why that came out so suddenly but he was happy when she smiled at him.

He thought she was tender even with him, from what little he knew about the act it was always anything but and this was definitely unlike the noises he heard when she was with Hunter, this was something else.

Keeping one of your hand interlaced, you trailed back down him bringing your tongue to the bottom side of his cock and licking up to the tip. Your tongue played with tiny split before taking him into your mouth. Instinctively he bucked his hips shoving him further into your mouth. You smiled around his cock looking up to see him staring down at you and his lips parted. Your tongue stroked the bottom of him while the small ridges the top of your mouth rubbed against the tip. You watched as his other hand went to his hair, taking a fistful of it. A tiny bit of pre cum escaped, a little moan escaped him. Your mouth retracted to the tip, sucking your cheeks in to add more suction as you took all of him into your mouth and even the beginning of your throat which moan him moan even more. You sucked harder when you felt his legs under you start shaking.

Your free hand trialed to the soaking parts, there was something so beautiful about someone's first especially someone who deserved it to be someone who actually cared. Your fingers found your clit, circling around your head causing little jerks in your hips and your breathing to stop and start. You moan reverberated on his cock causing it squirm in your mouth. Your hole started pulsating without anything in it, yearning for it to be filled but you didn't want to put him in this time; you just wanted him to enjoy it.

You stuck your fingers inside yourself, "Tech.." you moaned feeling what was was coming from your core to your toes trying to curl.

More salt escaped him, you took him back as far as your throat would allow. You kept bobbing your head, just barely and swallowing trying to coax his orgasm. It didn't take that long after moaning name. A lot came pouring from him down your throat, probably the most you've swallowed at one time. You opened your mouth but letting your tongue trail up getting any thing you missed and flicked it over the tip.

You were still on the verge of orgasming when he took your chin, "Look at me until you cum, I want to know if the response is the same" he said panting, sweating glistening down his chest and forehead.

Your whole body started shaking, your eyelids fell to have slits and you could barely keep your mouth closed. It was an intense almost painful release as you covered your hand with your own cum. Your hips and toes hurt from how hard you had them curled. His face was hard to read but he pulled you up and laid you next to him, both your legs still twitching.

"That was... unique," his voice trembled, looking at where he was finally beginning to soft and then at you.

You placed your hand on his chest and it shook slightly to the touch, "I don't know what was... I don't even think I could describe it," you said in disbelief.

"It's not always like that?" He asked trying to relaxing himself

"It's stronger depending on you're connection to the person."

"What was it like with Hunter?" He asked trying to distract himself from what just happened.

"Felt like I was going to be sick.. but in a good way and then really tired."

"That's how I feel," Tech said feeling his heart pound all over.

Putting yourself under his arm you put your leg on top of his, and listened to his uneven breathing. His face was unreadable besides the small tremble of his lips. You down to see a little more fluid had spilled out of him. You wiped it off of him and stuck it in your mouth lapping it up, another soft moan escaped him.

"You held back a lot of noises didn't you?" You asked him.

"Indeed. It was... a lot of stimulus at one time."

"Sorry, I probably should have used my hand."

"It was still quite pleasant. I'm not sure if my legs could support me right now."

"I don't mind if you stay until your shift."

You grabbed his hand laid it with yours on his chest, his breathing finally starting to steady. It was peaceful. You looked at him, taking his form in. A single tear escaped your eye.

"Did I inadvertently do something?" Tech asked puzzled.

"No. You didn't do any thing, handsome," the compliment slipping out.

"Then what is it?" He flustered shifting his googles.

"Worried you all will die too"

"While it is bound to happen, that is not something you need to concern at this moment."

"Do you know that you smell nice?" You asked changing the subject.

"Given how much I was sweating, I doubt that."

"No you do," you said licking the semi dried sweat on him.

He shuddered a little bit, "I feel obligated to let you win this."

"Thought so," you said letting out a laugh, "Does this complicate things?"

"If you're meaning between us then no."

"Good."

"You're still thinking about it aren't you?"

"Yeah..."

Tech rolled himself over you, pinning you under him, "I also feel obligated to try to distract you," leaning down and kissing you.

Tech scolded himself, he wasn't versed in ways to comfort someone but hoped this enough to take her mind off of it. He didn't want to talk about how he was very aware she was going to outlive all of them whether they died in battle or the accelerated aging. However he could make her happy in the now.

He kissed down your neck, you could tell he was trying to imitate what you did trying to figure how what he liked... he was very good at figuring things out. He slide his hand under your shirt gently scooping your breast up and running his thumb over your nipple. It harden to his touch, he slide the baggie shirt over your head leaving your chest exposed for him to look down at. His fingers traced were he had put the patches when you were done with Hunter, conflict read across his face.

"Your turn, what is it?"

"If leaving the marks hurt why people do them, I understand it’s a territorial mark but besides that what is the appeal?"

You pulled the side of his throat to your mouth, sucking each kiss down until you finally the perfect spot, "Kriff" the moan escaped him almost like a plea which caused you to suck harder on the spot.

"Because of that feeling," you said letting go.

"That... elicited a reaction."

"Do you want me to help you with that again?"

Tech’s leg involuntarily started lightly shaking, he finished kicking off his shoes and his blacks. "I rather this time be more pleasurable for the both of us. Because this time it feels... more painful."

Your hand fluttered to his cock, it was definitely harder then before with warm droplets of precum falling on on your stomach. A very light red glow spread across his face, who pulled a hand up to fix his googles. You put it together he does it when he's nervous and found it seriously cute.

You pulled your underwear to the side, "Do you want to be on top? Or do you want me riding you?"

He inserted himself slowly into your soaking hole, gliding in without any resistance. He pulled himself almost all the way out slowly pushing it back in. He was gently scooping his arm under your armpit so he could hold the back of your neck. Your core tightened pulsating your vagina around him. A string of moans escaped him each louder then the last.

"Quiet, the other are going to hear."

"They already have," Tech said quickening his strokes, "I'll let them hear you instead," he added being a little rougher with his pounding making your vocals louder then his.

With his grip on the back of your neck he tilted your head towards his, “Say my name again,” he deliberately slowed his pace nearly pulling out each time before gliding back in.

Your eyes were barely staying open, “Tech… please.”

“Krifff—“ he said pounding himself into you full force, trying to control how loud you both were forgotten.

Tech didn’t understand where the sudden feeling came from, sex was a basic human desire but one that had alluded him until now. He wanted nothing more then to cum in you, he was starving and wanted nothing more then to feast upon you to get this urge out of his body so he could go back to normal. He watched as your eyes kept threatening to shut but would jolt back open with every thrust back in.

“Tech- I’m going to—” you felt your hips start tilting forward, toes curl and your cum coat his cock.

“If you can do one more time,” he panted, his abs visibly tensing and relaxing.

You quickly moved two fingers down to your clit and went to town on it, causing your complete lower half tremble. It wasn’t long until you came again completely squishing his cock with your orgasm causing him to paint your insides white and he kept going until he was sure everything was out.

“I could do that all day…” Tech said trailing off.

“If it’s like that every time, I’d let you” you panted, barely being able to hear anything over your raging heartbeat.

"Tech. You're never late," you both heard Echo's voice from Techs com-link.

You giggled as he got up and nearly failed visually watching his thigh muscles twitch, "I'll be there in a couple moments," quickly retrieving a small towel from his tactical belt pouch so he could dry off his soaked dick to put his clothes back on and tossed you the mink towel.

You folded in up and put your underwear back correctly so it could hold the towel in place, "I'm gonna to shower, I'll leave after you."

"There isn't much on this ship that happens without each other knowing and given how loud we both were more then likely everyone knows.”

“Yeah everyone knows, and we’re going to talk about it as soon as reaper gets out of shower,” you both heard Hunter say through the coms.

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clonelyhours · 8 months

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Control

Pairing(s): Commander Cody x gn! reader

Tags/warnings: Jedi! reader, taunting, dom! reader, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Being a commander in the war could be tough at times, but as a co-commander, some of the weight was lifted from your shoulders. You aided in Commander Cody's role in the war, except, it didn't feel like that at times.

Whenever you would attempt to give mission reports or orders to the men, Cody would talk over you and do it himself. It's not like you went to your master, Obi-Wan, and complained about it to him, as he thought you to be as childish as Anakin was. Complaining would only make it worse.

So one day, you decided to confront the clone about it. You'd finished with a briefing and were ready annoy him once you got him alone. "Cody, I need to talk to you, now."

Complying with your need, he went off to the side with you to have a private conversation. "What seems to be the problem, commander?"

Your crossed your arms and glared at him like your life depended on it. "Oh, we're going to play that game?"

Cody shrugged just before removing his helmet. "What game—"

"You need to stop talking over me at every briefing and mission report." You snapped. "I've put up with it for way too long and now I'm sick of you treating me the way you do."

"Listen kid." He rolled his eyes. "I wasn't bred in a lab only to share my position with someone. The men listen to me more than they do, you."

"First off, I'm chronologically like five years older than you." You crossed you arms. "So watch who you're calling a kid."

"Excuse me?" He looked at you in shock.

You hid your forming smirk and stepped closer to him, grabbing his chin with your thumb and index finger, forcing his eyes to meet with yours. "You heard me Cody, don't call me a kid anymore, and don't treat me like one. After all, I'm sure that my master wouldn't like to hear about this. Understood?"

"Y-Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes... commander." He lowered his voice.

Finally, you released the clone from your grip and turned your back on him. "You know Cody, you don't always have to be in control."

"Wait." He grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking away. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"The chin thing."

"You mean this?" You grabbed his chin once more and raised one of your eyebrows. "I uh... I dunno." A blush rose to your cheeks, his eyes locking with yours. "But.. I have to go, I-I'll see you around Cody." With that, you spun around and left the room in a record time. The clone now stared at the exit in which you had left, starstruck.

The next few days had been awkward between you and him. Master Kenobi did take note of that, but decided not to ask about it, as he had far more important things to worry about. Cody had improved in sharing the commanding spotlight with you, and sometimes, he'd just let you take control of everything.

But that was no fun. You began to miss the small arguments with your fellow commander.

Why?

Because that was an excuse to spend more time talking to him. Recently you had been so lost in your thoughts, that you hadn't been able to tell that he felt the same way too, only, he had it worse. The way that you had grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you had only made his desires grow. He was the one in control, and he wanted you to know that, but why had he given in to your demands? Why did he feel vulnerable whenever he caught your gaze from across the room, when he was just standing next to you?

Why did his heart do a flip whenever you talked to him?

As Cody tried to think of the answers to these questions, he subconsciously began walking to your quarters. Now he stood in front of your door in confusion, thinking about what he planned on saying. Once he finally gathered up the courage, he removed his helmet and knocked on your door.

When you opened it, your lips parted and then quickly closed, your eyes shifting down to the helmet tucked between his arm and hip.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked in such a soft tone, a tone that you'd never heard from him before. "Of course, come on in." You moved to the side. He stepped inside and awkwardly waited for you to close the door. You then went to sit on your bed, where you crossed one of your arms and began to pick at the dirt underneath your fingernails. "What's up Cody?"

"Sir- Commander-I mean..." he looked anywhere but at you, his eyes finally resting on your lightsaber which laid on your desk. "I-" he choked on his words, guilt suddenly washing over him. "I actually have to go."

"Sit down." You patted the empty spot besides you. Not wanting to disobey you, he did as told. "What's wrong Cody?" You hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder in hope that he would relax. Instead, Cody nervously began to tap his fingers against his helmet and bounced his knee. "I..." he croaked. "I can't stop... thinking about you."

You could've sworn to the maker that you heart stopped beating. Slowly, you looked at Cody, trying to make sure you heard that right. "Y-you can't stop thinking about me?— I can't stop thinking about you."

His eyes instantly locked with yours, head shaking in disbelief. "Why? I'm... just a clone. I'm nothing special—"

"Don't say that." You hesitantly reached a hand towards his cheek. "You're special to me. You're important to me, Cody. You get on my nerves sometimes, but I still... I still like you."

The side of his face nuzzled into your touch, almost as if he were melting under the warmth of your hand. Your thumb grazed against the bottom of the jagged scar that curved around his eye, a frown on your face. "Why do you think that?"

Cody slowly leaned in closer to you, breath shallow. "I share the exact DNA with millions of men."

"But you're not all the same." You began to lean in too. "You're a commander, a leader... you take care of your men, you take care of my master and I... don't ever let anyone tell you that you're the exact same as every other clone— you're in control of the person you want to be, Cody."

You were right. He was in control of the person he wanted to be, of the decisions he made. He was in control of the question the spilled from his dried and chapped lips. "Can I kiss you, commander?"

"You may, commander."

And your lips met with one another's, molding perfectly together.

From now on, it would be the two of you in control of your future together.

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noblemaiden-world · 2 years

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Whelve

Start here -> Episode One -> Episode Two -> Episode Three

— Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!jedi!reader x Suitless!Darth Vader!Anakin Skywalker

—Words count: 3.5k

— Warnings: pregnancy,slightly ptsd

— Disclaimer: some words in italic will be use as well in past phrases situation as in thoughts,I hope everyone will be able to understand 😅 btw,soon the story will be set in Kenobi series altogether with your own backstory flashbacks.!!!Reminder: English is not my first language and this is my first imagine/story,be easy on me cuz I'm emotional lmao.

Summary: Events before Kenobi series,a brief part of your life before the Republic fall,you will always love Anakin,unfortunately the dark side ripped him from you, leaving a heartbroken wife,nevertheless you don't accept being easily defeated,standing strong and tall,well you guess at least.

(Y/N) narrative

Before the Order 66 I've already left the order,why?Things were turning dangerous between me and Anakin,a year before I got secretly married just C-3PO,RD-D2 and my master being our presents witness.Anakin was against the idea of my master being present,but still he's like a dad to me and we'll,the moment after my first kiss with Anakin he discovered,nothing more than fair.

When I said I wanted to leave the order,each one master sitting on their setas was astonished,master Graham also got caught by surprise,his eyes had a dreadful stare at me,Yoda were the first to say something asking why I'm leaving,I couldn't say; "-Master Yoda,fortunately I'm a blessed Jedi,because I'm pregnant so that is the reason I'm leaving the order,not because I do not agree with the methods,well that's a good reason to leave too and since Ahsoka left...I have my reason's."

Obi-wan and Graham looked at me again while I was leaving the room,Obi-Wan face was blank and Graham face was saying "-Wait for me,we need to talk,don't you dare leave without explain why the heck you're leaving the order."

I'm frightened,I hid this pregnancy since the beginning when I knew.

I was ready to leave,my lightsabers were on my bed rolled up in a cloth,my backpack filled with some clothes,the bare necessities and credits,well all of them I will need to do my baby's bedroom and some beskar armour that I was given in past missions.

However when I was leaving my dorm a hasting tall figure gripped my wrist pushing me against the nearby wall behind me,surrounded by him I was,Anakin bloody Skywalker, my husband.

–Why are you leaving,why are you leaving me?Had I did something wrong?Y/n please...-both of his hands cupps my cheeks,his blues eyes scanning me carefully,but there's something up to behind that look.-Please reconsider,don't leave me,I can't lose you too,my love.

– Ani...-I raise both of my hands holding back his own.-I-I I'm pregnant.-I blurted out,well it seems now that the weight that I carried on my back has seemed eased,relieved indeed.

The Anakin first reaction was just stare blank at me,until a few seconds the beautiful smile that I adore sprouted,then his hands began to stroke the back/surface of my hands,while holding them he says;

-That's...That's wonderful

-What are we going to do...-I'm so scared,like me?a jedi PREGNANT?Well, this is the basic result of making love...Doing it multiple times,who am I trying to fool,there's is nothing to be ashamed of,this baby is a blessing.

-We're not going to worry about anything right now,this is the happiest moment,happiest moment of my life.-honestly,this man is going to be the death of me.

Saying no more,his left hand that arise to cupps my face right side cut the space between our faces kissing me with such warmth,love and care.

Somehow my doors dorm slid open,making Anakin and me in an eye blink going inside while kissing,I do not want to be apart from his lips,but my lung begged for air,then after this kiss due to our erratic breathing,mostly by my part of course,Anakin with one of his hands still on the right side of my face and now the cybernetic one stronking my belly,now with a huge and visible bump he says;

–Darling,after giving birth to the baby will you reconsider coming back to the jedi temple,to the order, to my arms,won't you?-I sighs denying.

-Ani,when the baby comes to this world I will take care of him or her,soon all the master will discover that I had a secret baby and then, they will not accept me because I "betrayed" the Jedi path and I...

He interrupts me kissing me desperatel,his bare left hand holding the side of my face pushing me backwards against my dorm wall.

-Then I will leave the order with you,you're all that matters for me and now this baby too,we ran away to a good planet where nobody can find us and together we will raise our baby,this sounds good.-he pecked my lips on his once more,nevertheless I had to interrupt him,he can't leave the order.

-Ani,not here,not here.

-Yes,right here and now,we're already married,they cannot do anything to apart us,I won't even let this happen. ..-his right pressing my waist against his body over and over again,his hurried and hungry lips exploring my mouth,oh Force give me strength!

-Darling,wait.-I know that my body didn't want to give it away from my husband warmth body,thus one of us need to be wise.–You cannot leave the order Ani,you are the chosen one,remember you are the one who will bring balance to the force,besides that imagine what Obi-wan would feel if you leave him,you're like a son to him or brother it would be a blow to his heart after..you know,he can't lose you

His eyes softened,still holding me.

-What about your master too?You still a padawan my love,why don't you became earlier a jedi knight, why took so long?And now you're going to leave the order,who's going to look after you if not me and your master?Not far too much time ago you've been receiving kidnapping attempts,I worry about you y/n,this is not a selfish feeling,I do want to protect you even when I know that you can take care of yourself,please love please.

I can't look back at my decision now,what is done is done.

-Oh Ani,I will not going too far away from here,no need to worry,because I will be at a good apartment here in Coruscant with a marvelous sight towards the Sacred Temple,you can come anytime to stay with me.-anxious I was waiting for his response,he knows that I won't come back to the Jedi temple,as I reckon I will be raising my baby with a healthy childhood,thinking in this way...It would be delightful to have my husband by my side,fortunately or unfortunately he have his jedi duties,bring balance to the force and...

That's rubbish,this is so unfair,his whole destined to an old prophecy which I don't truly believe,this burden resting on his shoulders...

-I understand love.-he hugs me,closing the space of our bodies.- You are doing this to protect the baby,our little family,I understand now,but if you bethink again I will stand by your side as I've been always doing so.

-I love you,Anakin,make sure to sneak out from your dorm and lay with me at the night.

-Goes without saying that.-he tilts his body calmly kissing my forehead.

After our wee fight and then the reconcilement,Anakin left me to solve his others duties,wasting no time I finally walked away,until in the huge outdoor hall of the Sacred Temple,master Calian came rushing to me with a stern feature,I had hidden this pregnancy even from him,probably he's gonna kill me.

-Wait,stop walking girl.-yeah,he's mad.-Why are you leaving,why?

-I'm so sorry master,but I had to do so if not...I would be expelled in another way wanting it or not.

-No,you would not,because if you were so,I would go with you,I promised you years ago,young lady you're like a child of mine own which I'm willing to look after,you cannot just turn your back and r...

-Master,I'm pregnant.-I cut his speech.-I can't talk any longer,not here at least,someone...-I lowered my voice.-Might hear us.

Master Calian just stared at me with no reaction,for the first time he did not know what to say,he has a sharp tongue and always snap back with a question or an answer, but now..I would have laughed by his features if this wasn't tragic,I know what is at risk,no matter what will happen my duty now is with this baby.

-W...I mean,holy moly y/n how did you...

-Master not here and you know pretty well how I ended up with a baby inside my belly.

Did he forgot that he was the one that I invited to my secret marriage with Anakin back in Naboo?

[Time breaks]

At y/n new apartment,her master Calian Graham was rubbing his forehand, thinking and bethinking,his kid pregnant?Anakin Skywalker being the father,a stubborn and reckless Jedi as he was,well his padawan is not a saint,he knows but the picture of her being the little kid that he once took to the jedi temple and beyond that,you're gifted with amazing force abilities which is the reason you have troubles with kidnapping and murdering attempts and now that you left the order,how he's gonna look after you and after your baby within pretty well will have an uncountable midi-chlorians running through it body-veins.

Graham lecture you,even though he can't blame you of anything because he's the one who did nothing to spare you or Anakin attachments from each other.

-Y/n...-with a soft voice he starts.-The war it just the beginning to something bigger,I don't know exactly what is going to happen,but I felt it and I know that you too know.

-I try to ignore now,master I'm due in a few weeks,I can't be stressed or worried,it's unhealthy to my baby and even me,please I know what is at risk but I can't look back now,please don't look at me with in this way,I know that now you want to leave the order to help me and Anakin, I know that you also like him what I wanna mean is...Don't leave the order,not right now,I'm begging you master,look after him cause you're the one who have the mind in the right place.

Calian sighed defeated by his padawan,she was not even a jedi knight yet, how will she... No, calian has trained you too well and knows that if you managed to hide your belly bump for nine months until almost the end of your pregnancy stage from him, you are capable of taking care of yourself,you're one with the Force and the Force is with you,no matter what.Defeated,master Graham agrees to your terms, he would look after Anakin.

Time has passed,it was night at the time when Anakin with his bare abdomen raise his body from a nightmare in which he saw you dying in childbirth,screaming and sobbing,how such suffering.He got out of your sharing bed,picking up something to wear going to the main room be thinking about what he had saw in his nightmare which now he's saying to you it was a vision,which you half-half did not believed,"there's something behind it,I deep inside I know it" your senses are telling you,differently when his mother were kidnapped.

Firstly when he abruptly woke up and got out bed,you missing his warmth body, letting a cold air mass touches your skin beneath the blankets making you wake up

You come to meet him by side wearing a silky marine blue robe,approaching Anakin body your touch trespass against his back neck and the bottom of his curly hair.

-What is bothering you,Ani?

-Nothing.-He touches the jappor snippet necklance that he has given to you when both were kids,you being two years older than him.-I remember when I gave this to you.

"Something is really bothering him,I know Anakin like the back of my hand,he's trying to change the subject.I will no more wait for his honesty when it comes to be too late."

-Anakin,how long is it gonna take for us be honest with each other?-slowly his face dodges to the side staring to somewhere when he speaks,finally.

-It was a dream like the ones I used to have about my mother just before she died and...

-Ani.-you softly says,now picking timidly his right hand and with the other free hand you caress his shoulder.

‐[...]It was about you.

-Tell me.-you say so he could continue about his "dream".

-It was only a dream.-therefore he says, getting up again leaving your touches behind,you hated seeing him in this way.-You die in childbirth.-thus he continued turning to see you,the way he's looking at you,you did not even think when the question blurbs out of your mouth.

-And the baby?-you put both your hands on your belly as if it would protect what's inside,you want this child more than anything,thud this is not the only reason why did you leave the order.

-I don't know.-you shakes your head ignoring what was plotting in your mind and approach Anakin newly.

You shake your head ignoring what something was plotting in your mind and approach Anakin newly.

-I won't let this one become real.

-This baby will change our lives,master Calian found a way to give me back my lightsaber and afford me a good shuttle and if the council discovers that you are the father you'd be expelled.

-I know I know.-analysing his features, he was thinking in something else moving his engloved hand as if it was saying to me calm down.

-Do you think...Obi-wan would be able to help us?

-We don't need his help.-he continues.-Our baby is...-his grip tighteness around you body bringing you near him,finally letting a small smile sprout, hugging you firmly,with you in his arms he knows that you will be away from any harm.

Then both of you came back to your huge bed together,you comforts him so he would be able to sleep in your embrace,now it was your turn to know that while he is around you,inside your embrace and care you knows he would be safe.

Henceforth, while Anakin was not around and no one else, you in your room with a small notebook wrote down possible names for your future baby, though you did not even asked yet Anakin's opinion, the list was getting longer, you checked if the name chosen by you matched with the surname of your beloved, Skywalker.

-Luke hmm Skywalker?Leo Skywalker,hmm nah...Maybe Timothee?Hm nah.-you looked out at the window and in hope,as if it was a pray,you ask the force.-What do you think,which name could match,when the time arrives,will you help me?-finishing the sentence,quite immediately a calmly cold breeze whoosh past your face making you feel a slightly shiver over ye whole body,most people wouldn't believe you if you told 'em that you have literally an amazing bond with the force,gifted you already know that your baby would be so,there's is no doubt that your genes with the Skywalker ones would create powerful child,nevertheless you want to raise your child in a peaceful way,not raise it with all the jedi stuff.

When went to prepare something to eat, an awful seating sound echoes all over your mind, stopping abruptly holding on the kitchen table edges, grunting with one of your free hand resting on ye forehead trying to make this stop, "What's going on?" You wondered, until how multiple flash-visions one behind the other without stopping into your head trespasses; "Fire, wash, lightsabers igniting sound,lightsaber meeting another one in a violent combat,blasters shootings and shouts; some of pain, others of crying and others before cease getting in an absolute silence, the scene now changed again but now you were walking, leaving a ship, the heat around embracing you,it was hard to breath.

Everything broke off in an absolute silence, the scenes that passed through your head had had stunned you, everything around you seemed to humms, still leaning on the end of the table you regained consciousness,motionless you had to sat down to catch your breath back,still the ringing rumble sounds was over ye whole mind messing with the multiple scenes that you saw,it let you unhinged...

-What was that...-you questioned vacantly with a shaky voice.

-Lady y/n what has happened?You're shaking,master Anakin will kill me if he knows something bad happened to you under my sight and protection.-the poor C-3PO was afraid of your health state,y/n didn't knew until he spoke that you're trembling.

-Oh no C-3PO,I'm fine,it's just...Something blew up my mind out of nowhere.

-Was this a dreadful sign,my lady?-he comes near you bringing a cup of water in which you accepted,but were just able to took a sip.

-I'm afraid so,C-3PO.

(Y/N) narrative

After this incident, everything was ruining,I felt his fiery love towards me being bigger alongside his fear of losing me,I've told him,I've told him!Plentiful times that I wouldn't die in childbirth,my desire to live was higher and I knew, the force is by our side but he just didn't heard me and it hurts,I felt him detaching from me,he said he was gonna protect me,not letting his vision turns out real.

Deep inside me, I sensed all of this mess was planned since the beginning of the Clone Wars,searching for help I used the Whisper to reach my master and I said what was probably the plot,the jedi were gonna bury their own graves,I begged through the Whisper to Calian speaks with council about sending my husband to spy the chancellor,every time when I was near of Sheev Palpatine,a huge discomfort wave caused havoc in my force senses,as if they're saying since the beginning; "Beware,beware,he's not trustworthy,stay away from this man".

My master tried to warn the council,but their narrowed minds were already late when the truth came out, too late.

I saw the smoke coming out of the Sacred Temple, I started sobbing,I tried pack my things and go to the Temple so I could help those who might be alive fighting, but my master and C-3PO fought against me,they've told that I must care for now about my baby,if I went to the action I could lose it or even the worst,die in action.

Unlike me,master Graham went to the temple,of course I outcried him not go,but it was in vain.

Threepio attempts to make me calm was working,until Anakin arrives to figure out if I was kept safe and to wait him come back from his duties,which one?He didn't told me,just kissed tight helding my body against his.

-Anakin,I am afraid.-I touched his tunic fabric looking deep in his eyes,trying read beyond.

-Have faith,my love.Everthing will be soon set right.-he caress the sides of my face with both of his hands.-The Chancellor has given me a very important mission.-my eyes sways between his eyes and his lips,listening carefully what was he saying.-The separatists have gathered in the Mustafar system.I'm going there to end this war.Wait for me until I return,things will be different,I promise you.

And then he leaned down holding the edge of my face with a few strands of hair stuck into his hand, kissing me tenderly until he splits from me.

-Please,wait for me.

I saw he's getting inside his ship and C-3PO and RD-D2 arguing about something,I should have said something,blocked his way with my body,preventing him from what was coming,I'm so so dumb geez,I failed him,I should have fight along his side against the dark forces.

I can't lose the ones I love.Then I put my hands on the top of my belly bump whispering; "hold on little one,mommy is going to help daddy,all my force is being drained and I'm not qualified yet to fight or use them without losing control,but I must do something,will ye help mommy,won't ye?"

A humble smile sprouted across my lips while looking at my huge belly,is that size normal for only one baby?I don't know,this is the first time that I got preggie...

#star wars #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #obi wan x reader #star wars au #anakin imagine #star wars preferences #kenobi series #anakin x you #star wars imagine #star wars imagines #star wars preference

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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Rynn worries so much for her husbands, I love seeing them dote on each other 🥰

She does. And they worry about her just as much.

@moonwrecked

Rynn yawns widely as she makes herself some tea. It's early. Stupid early. None of her boys are awake yet, and yet she feels like she has to be awake. It's awful. She takes a small sip of the herbal tea, hoping that it'll settle her just a little bit. Though, the only thing it did was wake her up a little bit, and sharpen her senses. Sharpened them enough that she noticed that Jedi sitting outside the beach house. Rynn considers ignoring them for a time, but she already knows that she won't do that. So she slips into the hallway bathroom quickly ties a headscarf on, and she pulls on a long sleeved shirt, before she pushes open the front door. "...Master Kenobi." She's not happy to see him. At all. He smiles kindly, "Rynn. I was hoping we might be able to talk." "I'm on vacation." She replies as she steps out of the house and shuts the door behind her. "People like us don't get vacations." "People like you don't get vacations." Rynn counters, "but I'm different." She folds her arms over her chest, "I would say you have thirty minutes before my boys wake up, so talk quick." "They really don't like me at all." "You haven't exactly made yourself likable, no." Rynn replies, "Well?" "Ah. Right...well-" ********* Boss wakes up alone. And he hates it. It's so much better when he wakes up with Rynn still in his arms. He, grouchily, steps into the living room and sees Rynn, dressed up more than she has in the last two months, twisting a tea cup on the table in front of you. "Why are you so dressed up?" He asks, his gaze flickering to the head scarf and the long sleeved shirt, "Cyare?" "Master Kenobi came to deliver a message," She says slowly. Boss pauses and his eyes narrow at her, "You're leaving." "Not for long. Shouldn't be more than a couple of weeks." "We're on vacation." "I know." He walks over to her and wraps her arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head, "Where?" "A Cruise Ship near Nar Shadaa." "Slavers?" "Isn't it always?" Rynn asks with a wry smile, "Thank you for not arguing with me." Boss hums and kisses the top of her head, "I'm going to extend our vacation two weeks for every week you're gone." She laughs, "Deal."

#star wars #star wars au #competent jedi au

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veny-many · 7 months

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I expanded this crack AU idea from my sketch.

*General Chat for Jedis: talking about your Clones*

Only Adi: <Attachment of 30 pictures>

Only Adi: Masters come in

Only Adi: We're in emergency

Only Adi: Out Commanders turned to babies

I'm on highground: What

Only Adi: Commander Neyo and Bacara are in child body. And their mind as well

Key Adi: hlp

Mace will do: Master Adi, you didn't need to attach 30 pictures of younglings as a proof if you wanted our help

Only Adi: That's not a point

Mace will do: Indeed, that is not a point, that's what I'm saying

Explorer: <Attachment of 50 pictures>

Mace will do: What the kark

Explorer: Are you alright, Master Ki Adi?

Key Adi: Adi why do I need to take care of them all

Key Adi: One of them is yours

Only Adi: Focuse on kids I'm calling a help

Only Adi: You are the rare experienced of real parenting people in this whole GAR Ki Adi. I made right choice

Key Adi: They are dragging my beard

Mace will do: Okay, everyone calm down

Mace will do: And Master Plo what the kark are those pictures of boy

Explorer: Seems like many of us have the same situation.

I'm on highground: Is he your Commander, Plo?

Explorer: Yes, and he is sleeping under my robe right now.

Only Adi: Please tell us how to make them sleep. Master Ki Adi is now became the human climbing tower of children

Only Adi: Why are he saying this is fine

Mace will do: Of course because he is experienced of suffering of parenting. Not like us.

Explorer: Give them a food. The proper warm foods that is cooked and not rationed. Give them a warm milk if you have. If you can the sweet treats are best. Make them sit in fluffy place, make cozy and warm, or give them blankets. Tell them a story, and they will sleep eventually. And then you can carry them to bed for comfortable sleep.

Key Adi: That only works for the kids like your Commander

Key Adi: This ones are not that type. They will tear apart those blankets I can feel it

Only Adi: Then what should we do

Key Adi: The only way to make them calm is making them exhausted after playing long time

Key Adi: So Adi yes we need to be suffered together so get back here

Only Adi: I will take the turn there when you're knocked out

Mace will do: I think we need to check our Clone Commanders. Report your Commander's state after you checked.

Skyguy: OMK Obiwan hear me out

Skyguy: Rex is BABY

I'm on highground: Yes we know Anakin. Read the chat

Skyguy: HE IS SO TINY

Snips: WHAT SHOULD WE DO MASTERS HE IS SO TINY

Explorer: Please refer to my chat little 'soka. It may help you.

Snips: Oh my force your so great Master Plo

I'm on highground: Masters, I may inform you that my Commander... is sleeping on the chair in his children body.

I'm on highground: And he is holding my saber. How did he found my saber, I thought I lost it

Skyguy: Where is your 'Saber is your life', Master?

I'm on highground: Guess your children problem has been solved, Anakin?

Skyguy: HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT HERE

Skyguy: I TRUSTED YOU FOR MY SECRET

Skyguy: Wait that's not what you mean

Skyguy: OH KARK

Snips: WTK Skyguy

Skyguy: OH KRIFF

Explorer: What

I'm on highground: Uh oh

Departure: What

Shark tea: What

Green troll: What

Allie of you: What

Snake eater: What

Kolarboration: What

Only Adi: What

Only Adi: Also situation report: Ki Adi is knocked out by exhaust. It's my turn to play with them. Wish me a Force.

I'm on highground: May the Force be with you Master Adi

Departure: ...something is wrong

Shark tea: What is it, Master Depa? Not the Skywalker one.

Departure: My Master should become more aggressive in chat when he read about this chatting

Departure: He is so quiet.

Skyguy: Oh that's right I was thinking about him where is he?

Explorer: Master Windu, are you there?

Shark tea: You are making us worried

Departure: My opinion is he is knocked down by his headaches by the numbers while witnessing this chaos

I'm on highground: That's logical Master Depa

Mace will do: He came back

Mace will do: I thought he was dead

Skyguy: what

I'm on highground: Are you alright Master Mace?

Mace will do: Everyone check the deceased Commander's room. Don't care if they have other owners now, or got not. Juct check them right now

Skyguy: Oh my force don't tell me no you have

Snips: ...Master Mace, Ponds is there?

Mace will do: Yes

Snips: ....in child body?

Mace will do: Yes

Mace will do: I need to check his head right now. Mace out.

Skyguy: He didn't care about me

I'm on highground: Yes

Skyguy: He is so broken right now

I'm on highground: Yes

Shark tea: How many of chaoses we will face today

I'm on highground: Yes

#star wars #the clone wars #my crack #what have i done

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dreaminghour · 10 months

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Thank you <3

Star Wars. Obikin. This WIP was based on a "drunken confession" prompt. Post war's end.

~~~

"What're you looking at?" Anakin grumbled.

"You," Obi-Wan replied guilelessly.

Anakin scrunched one eye as he opened it, his brow furrowed.

"Why?" he grumbled.

"I'm just looking my fill now that we're mostly safe." He sighed. "Unless there's another Sith hiding in a clone factory somewhere."

"Urgh," Anakin said, sounding thoroughly disgusted. "Don't even joke."

"I know there's always dangers… That's the nature of what we've chosen to do…" Obi-Wan gazed off into the distance, but the hair on the back of his neck stood up as he realized that Anakin was staring at him. "What?"

"Does drinking make you maudlin or something? Yes, being a Jedi is dangerous. You're reminding me of the talk Qui-Gon gave me when he first picked me up."

At that reminder of how they'd come to be connected — his late master's penchant for picking up those who needed help most desperately — something raw broke open inside Obi-Wan.

"Listen, I'm trying to tell you something—" Obi-Wan desperately sucked down air, trying to not lose control but rapidly feeling there was nothing he could do, not about this, and certainly not about the unfeeling spiral and tilt of the galaxy. "I was never able to tell Qui-Gon just how much he mattered to me."

"Okay, hang on, I think I need to be sitting for this," Anakin said, sounding alarmingly awake.

~~~

Gonna tag this "obikin drunken confession" in case anyone wants to read more~

#obikin #ineffable snowman #obikin drunken confession #dreamy does asks #obikin fic #dreamys wips

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 1 year

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Rewatching this scene for the sweet angst, something struck me. In hindsight it's extremely obvious but I'd never thought about it this way.

There's the very obvious parallels with Qui-Gon's death, down to Satine caressing Obi-Wan's cheek, there's that amazing bit of mirrored exchange, where Obi-Wan starts off confrontational and angry and Maul gloating, and then Obi-Wan becomes soft-spoken and empathetic and Maul starts to shake with rage and pain and can't even properly face him, and then there's this.

Maul boasts that the Dark Side is "more powerful than [Obi-Wan] knows," that Obi-Wan's "noble flaw" is a weakness, so why is he trying to make him more powerful? Why tell him to use the Dark Side? Why basically give him a crash course about how it works? Does he want Obi-Wan to retaliate? To escape?

The obvious answer is that Maul isn't trying to make Obi-Wan more powerful. After all, he's well aware that Obi-Wan is a dogshit fighter when he's angry.

Immediately after that last quote, he says "that is not the Jedi way, is it?" as a taunt, and again in The Lawless, he insists "You should have chosen the Dark Side, Master Jedi."

So he's simply trying to destroy him as a Jedi, right? Because he knows that's what make Obi-Wan who he is, and he blames Obi-Wan for robbing him of his status along with his life, so he wants to destroy Obi-Wan's life in the ways that matter (since, as Obi-Wan says, just killing him is nothing like destroying him). But if that's the case, then we're back to the "power" issue. What's the point of destroying Obi-Wan if it's by giving him what Maul claims is his own identity, and the key to freedom?

And imo the answer lies right here:

Why would killing Satine make Obi-Wan share Maul's pain? Why would Maul regard the pain of losing a loved one (something he's completely unfamiliar with at this point) as equal to his torment? Why isn't he chopping Obi-Wan in half and keeping him alive with Nightsister magick instead? Why would the murder of one of Obi-Wan's loved ones, picked almost at random, be THE "moment" Maul has been thinking about "for years"?

I think he really isn't talking about Satine's murder in and of itself when he talks of pain. The pain he wants Obi-Wan to share isn't the pain of loss, but very simply the pain of living in the Dark Side.

That's why Satine really is just a "tool" to his vengeance, as he says, and not the main point. That's why he's so enraged that Obi-Wan insists on showing him compassion even through his fear and anger - being kind leaves you open to grief but protects from the agony of the Dark.

Maul wants Obi-Wan to Fall, to stop being a Jedi, not because he truly believes the Dark Side gives you good things, but because he knows the Dark Side makes you miserable.

He tries to freaking teach Obi-Wan how to Fall, like Obi-Wan is a Sith apprentice, because being a Sith is the most miserable you're ever going to get! He tries to make Obi-Wan suffer by making him like him! He's so self-loathing his hatred of Obi-Wan materializes as self-hatred!

And hey, that greatly complements the end of the episode - Obi-Wan resists the Dark Side and escapes the planet, and Maul revels in it and immediately loses the only person he cares about and ends up crawling and crying while Sidious gleefully tortures him. Maul falls victim to every form of suffering he wanted to inflict on Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan flies away. In the end, Maul is proven right: being Fallen really f*cking sucks.

Really accentuate that Maul wanted relief above all when he sought out Obi-Wan in Rebels. He went to the only person who had shown him actual compassion, and the person he knew was best at resisting the Dark Side - so he could finally be free.

#darth maul #maul #obi-wan kenobi #satine kryze #the lawless #long post #meta #my meta #sw talk #dark side #jedi vs sith #Vimeo

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wisteria-lodge · 1 year

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For some reason, very few writing posts are about dialog. Like are you supposed to be naturally good at it, or just figure it out? Anyway, here are some tips that have been useful for me. (All examples come from the front page of A03, but the point is not to embarrass anyone. There is nothing seriously wrong with any of these.)

"I have work to do Leo. We need to find Mikey." Donnie responded, not looking over at Leo.

New writers love to put character names in dialog. And try it sometime, actually say the name of the person you're talking to as you're talking to them. It's very intense, often kind of aggressive ("Clean your room, Leo.") When it does happen, it's usually a way to underline what kind of relationship you have with the person you're talking to. ("I'm sorry, Master Splinter." = I respect you, and see you as an authority figure.") ("We're cool right, Red?" = I want you to know you're someone I feel emotionally close to.)

Regulus groaned. "This will be fun."

“Reggie! Truth or dare?” Lupin asked

“Dare, Rems,” Regulus replied. No one else called him Reggie.

The nicknames get across a lot more meaning/utility/character development than just straight-up names would, so points. But my thing is, don't torture yourself. Just use "said." It's fine. It's a super common invisible word. You can't overuse "said" the same way you can't overuse "that." It honestly takes you out of it more if characters spend a whole fic "responding" or "observing" or "answering."

"Harvey, I wasn't flirting, I was just socializing. You know how much I love meeting and talking to people, men or not. You are the only one I ever wanted and you know that."

This is an example of 'on-the-nose' dialog. Even though the character is in a kind of intense situation, they're laying out exactly what they want to say very clearly, something people are are generally pretty bad at.

You can pack a lot of character development into a moment like this. This person has just been accused of flirting when they weren't - so does that make them angry? defensive? confused? let down? apologetic? scared? playful?

Movie dialog can get away with being more on-the-nose, because a good actor can bring all those different kinds of subtext to the same line. Like this bit from Revenge of the Sith:

OBI-WAN: Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine is evil!

ANAKIN: From my point of view the Jedi are evil!

Not "What do you know?" or "The Jedi threatened him!" or "He's given me more than the you ever have!" Just a very straightforward 'Well, from Anakin's point of view the jedi are evil, so why doesn't he just say that.'

But Hayden Christensen is a good enough actor to sell the line- he takes the slightly formal phrase "From my point of view" and delivers it in a way that sounds automatic, like maybe this is something he's been taught to say. I could believe that "From my point of view" is a phrase Obi-Wan has given him to use in arguments, and he's bringing it out here because they still have a teacher/student dynamic, and he's desperately hoping that somehow Obi-Wan might still be willing to listen. Imagine if once or twice in the previous films we had an exchange like "Anakin! What were you doing with those chance cubes!" "From my point of view, I was making it easier for the other customers to come up and talk to me," and then got hit with that exchange in the final movie.

"Turning yourself in frankly diffused a very unstable situation, and saved both sides a lot of trouble and probably some lives, and well... I thought I owed you that much."

This is a good example of a speaking quirk (I'm going though a few characters, all from the same fic.) Notice the code-switching. The character starts off very professional before becoming casual - they say "a lot of trouble" when they could have said "significant expense and effort" - which would be more of a match to "diffused a very unstable situation." So either they're getting comfortable with the person they're talking to, trying to make that person feel more comfortable, or else their professional mask is slipping for some reason

"Are you trying to paint yourself an honest thief? Ha!"

That "Ha!" is so nice because it's like... a little lame? But I totally buy that no one is actually going to tell this character that, because he's powerful. Great for a slightly funny sub-villain.

"I gotta tell you about all the new jobs here! There's like, so many openings at the mines and in the factories!"

You don't even need to tell me this is a young character. That "like" does all the work for you.

"You want me to actively help you lot? Ha! What the fuck makes you think I'd ever do that?"

I like the combination of the precise and slightly technical "actively help" with the intense and in-your-face "fuck" and "you lot." There's a duality to this character. Like maybe they can code switch into 'expert' but choose not to. Intriguing.

Basically, you can have so much fun with a character swearing (or not), being formal (or not) using unusual words from their job or background, running scripts, talking too little, repeating themselves, having large or small vocabularies, phrasing everything as a question (or nothing as a question.) Gender, age, education level, location, background, profession, level of social prestige absolutely affect word choice and how characters talk... and if they're a robot, alien, angel, whatever - that's just an excuse to get even more stylized. (Heck, even over-using character names in dialog is a great speaking quirk for one specific character that you want to feel slightly intense/over-formal/other)

#dialog #writing tools #writing stuff #dialog writing #nanowriting #code switching #language stuff #on the nose dialog

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niobiumao3 · 8 months

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Hmmmm. Hmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.

My thoughts in no particular order:

Okay so, they answered The Question, and their answer is, 'There's no such thing as being Force Sensitive. Using the Force is like any other skill in terms of people being able to learn, just some possess a natural or early aptitude and some do not. In the same way many (most?) Art Schools wouldn't accept an applicant who has never once attempted a single bit of art, so the Jedi Order only sought out those with obvious talent from an early age.'

This tracks with Ahsoka's comment to Din that if Grogu simply stopped using the Force he would gradually forget how; likewise, not speaking a language or using a skill causes it to atrophy, and re-acquiring it can be difficult.

I'm back and forth on this. On the one hand you can argue Lucas always intended this because you'll notice in the movies proper the term Force Sensitive NEVER ONCE comes up. It's always 'strong with the force' or 'the Force is strong in my family', the same way you'd talk about a family where the parents and kids and grandkids all go into music or something. The concept of it being a Special Thing Someone Has or Doesn't Have is a later bit from the Extended Universe, and was arguably never once canonized.

On the other Lucas never really decried the concept of Force Sensitivity and in fact the midichlorian BS almost made it worse. Except even then he talked about it like 'everyone HAS midichlorians, some just have more than others'. So again with the concept of natural aptitude vs. learning it from nothing.

And on my third hand which I lost in Avengers: Endgame I can get why some people are upset by this development, because it implies well literally ANYONE can be out here using the Force. Does that make any sense?? And I agree it's a bit messy in the world building, because I cannot in fact use amazing artistic skills to literally mind control someone into letting me off without a speeding ticket. (Well, okay, maybe I could, but there's way more steps involved than 'Officer please fuck off' and him just doing it.)

Whatever. Guess what guys: DAVE FILONI SAYS FORCE SENSITIVE CLONES!

NO MARROCK oh you're fine. Damn it he's going to die soon and we won't know anything about him.

Baylan I am going to be so sad when this series is over and you're not dead but they have to kill you off screen.

PURRGILLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!

oh shin hates morgan like she fucking despises her and wants to kill her I love it. I love my savage goth wolf girl.

sabine and ahsoka making an awesome team at the pewpew, yes please

Huyang is basically Tech. I said what I said.

The bit where we're explaining the star whales now feels like it needed to be in episode 1 or 2 but whatever.

I am...on the fence about Jacen. The hair looked like...yeah. Does he have pointy ears? That will fix a lot of things.

Are we never going to mention Kanan. What was this with Sabine being like 'omg how can I possibly' her first master was blind!!!!! are we going to act like he's just not real?? ugh anyways.

aaaaah why does the episode end HERE???????? FUCKKKKK

#ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #spoilers

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lamaenthel · 5 months

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Tivaevae | Chapter Nine: The Needle

Still struggling to emotionally recover from Master Obi-Wan's deception, Ahsoka discovers in the aftermath that twelve-year-old Boba Fett has been locked up among adults in the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center. After convincing Chancellor Palpatine to grant him a pardon, she manages to secure his release on the condition that she serve as his legal guardian. Now, with the help of Master Plo and the Wolfpack, she vows to help him track down what family he has left.

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Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kanan Jarrus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1119 | Appo, Dexter Jettster, FLO | WA-7 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), CT-6922 | Dogma, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-4860 | Boost, Aurra Sing, Tobias Beckett, Null-11 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars) Total Word Count: 123,000 Chapter Word Count: 8,690 Chapter Summary: Boba and Ahsoka come home, Rex and Cody have a discussion about what to do regarding Ahsoka, and Ahsoka discovers a traitor in the barracks.

Boba gave the turbolaser cannons one last, wistful look. "Shame we didn't get to actually use them."

Ahsoka helped hoist Boba's rucksack up onto his shoulders. He hoped the twenty kilos of beskar plates didn't yank him backwards once she let go. "Use what?" she asked.

"The cannons. You should have let me shoot the weather matrix." Boba squeaked once Ahsoka let go of her share of the weight. He adjusted the ruck and rolled his shoulders.

Ahsoka snickered. "I'm pretty sure we're in enough trouble as is for threatening to do it."

"I thought Koon smoothed it over with the Council," Boba said, trying not to wheeze. Beskar was fucking heavy.

"He gave his report to Master Windu." Ahsoka made a face. "I received… several messages about it from my Master. We'll see."

"Have we remembered everything?" Plo asked them as they joined him in the airlock.

Ahsoka shrugged. "I couldn't find the robes that I wore on Geonosis anywhere."

"I have them. I will repair the sleeve for you tonight." Plo lowered the docking ramp. "I must report back to the Temple, and I have some business to attend to first, but I will have it done by morning."

"What kind of business?" Boba asked before he could stop himself.

"Jedi business." Plo patted him on the head.

"If you're too busy I can ask Master Kenobi to fix it. His stitchwork is a lot neater than mine or Anakin's." Ahsoka said it casually and picked at her cuticles.

Boba raised an eyebrow and resisted the urge to remind her that she wasn't talking to the old fart.

"That is an excellent idea." Plo's face crinkled up in a smile. He fished out the bundle of her ruined robes from his satchel and handed them over.

She tucked them into her own bag. "See you in the morning, then?" She hugged Master Plo goodbye.

"Bright and early." Plo squeezed her one last time, then winked at Boba. "Remember, young man, no burning the barracks down."

Boba rolled his eyes. "Whatever." Robert's head stuck out from under his arm and the tooka doll was being strangled in the zipped-up top of his rucksack. "Where is everyone?" he asked, looking around after Plo had reboarded The Babasta.

"Well–" Ahsoka checked her chrono. "It's just after 1900. They'll have all headed out to the bars by now. This place is dead when they've got any sort of shore leave, they like to milk it." She guided him towards the interior. "Let's lock up the beskar'gam in Rex's office, then we can head out and grab some food."

"In your jammies?" Boba asked, eyeing the red linen sleeping robe she wore like a tunic over her gray leggings. With long sleeves and a tie enclosure at the waist, it looked more or less like the same Jedi osik she had started the trip wearing, but thinner and a lot shorter.

"Everything's covered up," she replied. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"You got your own ride?" Boba asked stiffly, readjusting the heavy strap.

"My Master messaged a few minutes ago to say that he'll be here as soon as his strategy meeting is over with." She pushed him forward a little when he tilted backwards on the short ramp leading to the interior. "How's Biscuit Baron sound?"

"Sweet," Boba squeaked. He staggered down the hall and did his best impression of a human that didn't need oxygen. Ahsoka patiently guided him towards Tiarek's office, unlocked the door, and flicked on the lights.

"We'll close it up in the locker," Ahsoka said, helping slide the sack from his shoulders. Boba held his composure for a few more seconds before he let out a long, shuddering breath, dropped his shebs on Tiarek's rack, then gave up the fight and started panting from the exertion.

Ahsoka snickered and secured the locker after entering in the twenty-digit passcode and dropping the bag inside. "Do you think someone will steal them?" Boba panted.

She scrunched her nose up in amusement. "Nobody would steal them, but the odds of someone borrowing them to take a few holopics in is pretty high." She pinged something on her commlink. "Oh, good, Rex is still here. Let's go say hi."

Boba's anxiety returned and hit him like a speederbus. He never should have shown her the holopics, he knew that, but it just… it had felt like the right thing to do, and Dad had taught him to never ignore his gut when it spoke that strongly to him.

"What's the matter?" she asked, frowning.

"Are you going to tell him what I said?" Boba asked, nervously fidgeting with Robert's claws.

"I planned on talking about it with him, yes." Her eyes darted around his head for a few seconds, like she was tracking an insect, then she took a seat next to him. "Why does that make you nervous?" she asked gently.

"Every time I try, he argues with me over it. He was so sure that it never happened that he even had me doubting it." Boba sighed. "I don't know. Maybe you should just leave it alone."

"Is that what you want, or are you afraid of what might happen if I do?" she asked softly.

"Fuck, I don't know. I never should have said anything, I just…" Boba trailed off miserably.

"You just want your brother back," Ahsoka finished for him. "That's why you were so upset about the lockbox going missing, right?"

Boba nodded. "Maybe the holopics will be enough." He doubted it. Tiarek would find some way to rationalize it, or just flat out deny that it was him. If he had the art they made, or the journal that Mama had left behind, maybe he would have at least accepted it instead of flat denying everything. "I just wish it never happened. That there was just some Force osik that could undo it."

"Tell me about it." Ahsoka said wryly. "Unfortunately, that's not how the Force works. I wish it did, trust me. I know what it's like to wish that you could just go back to before the bad thing happened, but you can't. You just have to keep going forward and not look back." She went misty eyed and distant for a few moments, then she bumped his shoulder and smiled. "If it eases your mind, I'm not going to bring it up to Rex just yet. He deserves to know, but I need to meditate about it before I can make the decision on how to approach it with him." Her stomach growled loudly. "And maybe eat a nerfburger or six," she added with a snicker, and he huffed a little laugh in return. "It looks like Rex is in the officer's lounge. You remember where that is, right?"

Boba scooted forward off of the mattress with Robert under his arm and scowled, repeating yourememberwherethatis? in a whiny voice under his breath.

Her face went oddly vacant for a second and she clapped a hand over the back of her neck.

"What?" Boba asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just a chill," she assured him, then put him in a headlock.

"Oi!" Boba squawked.

"Come on, Bo'ika, race you to the turbo-lift," Ahsoka teased, dragging him out into the hall. "And no throwing elbows this time."

Boba twisted out of her loose grip. "You need a head start?" he asked innocently, eyeing the hallway for obstacles. If he was going to beat her and her long fucking legs, he was going to need an advantage.

"Do you?" Ahsoka taunted back. She backed up to the end of the hallway and crouched down into a starting squat, planting her heel against the wall. "Ready?"

Boba mimicked her, smirking. "On three?"

"One," she began, tilting her rump towards the ceiling.

"Two." Boba grinned fiercely and vibrated with anticipation.

"Three!" They both shoved off the wall and sprinted towards the turbo-lift. A shiny happened to wander out of the first-floor fresher at the exactly the wrong moment… for Ahsoka, at least. Boba hip-checked her towards the trooper and ran for it, cackling like a po'ackster.

"Boba!" Ahsoka shrieked. He heard a kerfuffle and a frantic apology, then he tripped over his own feet as she scampered past him on all fours like a giant orange tooka. He landed hard and slid a few feet, wheezing with laughter.

Ahsoka reached the elevator first and spun on her heels, spread her legs out like a spider, then started skittering back towards Boba.

"Oh, fuck off!" he shrieked, laughing hysterically. He tried to push up to his feet and run but didn't make it before Ahsoka reached him and started tickling him, laughing devilishly.

"N-n-n-n-" Boba gasped, still laughing but not because it was funny. He hated being tickled. Ordo used to pin him down and do it until he would struggle for air or wet himself, whatever happened first. Ahsoka immediately stopped and backed away so he could breathe.

"You good, vod'ika?" she asked, tilting her head.

Boba nodded after a few seconds and caught his breath.

"Come on." Ahsoka grabbed his hands and dragged him on his back to the turbo-lift. She spared a glance for the shiny still at the end of the hall, frozen at their antics. "Welcome to the 501st!" she called to him with a wave, then summoned Robert to her hand and closed the doors with a mad giggle.

Rex leaned back and looked at the black line he'd just poked into Cody's skin with a critical eye.

"You fucked it up, didn't you?" Cody drawled, his voice muffled from being face-down on the sofa.

"I never fuck it up, shabuir." Rex flicked his brother's ear and started the second run on the angular sunburst he was forever adding to on Cody's back. He was going to run out of room soon; he was already out to Cody's shoulders and the vain little baby didn't want him poking his shebs like he would with a proper Mando sal'gam.

"I'm surprised you let the boys out tonight, given that you're shipping out tomorrow."

"We don't leave until midday." Rex dipped his needle into the pot of black ink and adjusted his knees on the ground next to Cody.

"Still."

"If they're still hungover by the time we get to Goran then that's on them." Rex wiped away excess ink and kept poking. He'd come a long way from hiding in Cody's tube at night with steel filaments and ink balls stolen from the practice range, both of them practicing patterns that they'd seen on their Mandalorian trainers on each other until late into the night.

Cody chuckled. "What're you going to do with Boba?"

Rex shrugged. "That's up to Ahsoka. She's his guardian."

"Speaking of which…" Cody glanced at Rex and waited for him to say something, and when he didn't he let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't like sitting on this, vod'ika."

"I believe Skywalker," Rex said firmly. He had to. He couldn't go into battle beside a man he didn't trust, so he had made his decision and would stick with it until it bit him in the shebs and everything went to hell.

"So do I. The di'kut doesn't know his own strength, it doesn't mean that it shouldn't be reported," Cody retorted.

"If Ahsoka wanted it reported then nothing could stop her from shutting up about it, we both know that." Rex wiped more ink away. "I'm going to have a chat with her about it when she gets back and we'll go from there."

"So she can convince you to let Skywalker off the hook?" Cody asked sharply. "Even if it was unquestionably an accident, that doesn't mean it should be swept under the rug and you know it."

"I'm not going to throw my general to the shabla akul because his hand malfunctioned!" Rex exclaimed. "Since the kid is the one who this affects, the kid is who decides what happens next, 'lek? You already gave your word."

"Ugh." Cody buried his glaring face in his folded elbow. "Shabla dalgaan."

"Ni cuy shabla dalgaan?" Rex raised an eyebrow and pointed to his chest, offended. "Ni salgorani gar shabla shebs bal ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ke'haa'tayli at troan'tay, ori'vod."

"Gar ne'salgorani ner shebs, vod'ika, bal meh bev tigaanur ner shebs ni ven'shuku gar cere."

Rex rolled his eyes and continued poking. "Then you'd have to get Bly to do this," he reminded his brother. "And after what you did to his cheeks, I don't think it'll look half as nice as how I do it."

"I gave him what he wanted," Cody said into his elbow.

"I can't believe you did that to your own batchmate." Rex wiped his line and gathered more ink.

"I gave him exactly what he asked for, bev'kovid!" Cody exclaimed, offended.

"As his vod it was your job to talk him out of two giant shabla golden tickets on his cheeks, Codes!" Rex said loudly. "Jesse wanted his cog dead center and I ignored him and did it on the side so he didn't look like a di'kut."

"Ke'pirimpir gaht tay'briik," Cody scoffed.

"Nayc gar." Rex poked his brother's ass cheek with the dull end of the needle and snickered evilly as he jumped and yelped, looking at his shebs with paranoid eyes.

"Little shit," Cody sniffed and laid back down. "You want me to do yours after this?"

"Might as well while we've got the time." Rex finished off the last diamond, completing the diamond-dash dadita spelling of Ponds along the underside of a sun ray. "Ni suc'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc," he said quietly, wiping away the last of the ink.

"Ni partayli, gar darasuum," Cody finished. "Ponds."

"Ponds." Rex lifted his beer from the floor and took a sip. "Now," he said, carefully placing the bottle on the floor where he wouldn't knock it over, "I can squeeze either Waxer or Apex in before I get to the edge, or you can man up and let me start a new one on your–"

"Stop!" Cody whined, smacking the hand with the needle in it away from his shebs.

"Stubborn chakaar," Rex snickered under his breath.

There was a gasp from the doorway. "Language, Captain!" Ahsoka said, pressing a dramatic hand to her heart. She was dressed in her short red sleeping robe instead of her normal Jedi robes and had Boba right behind her, his oversized rancor plushie tucked tight under one arm.

Rex put his needle down with a grin and opened his arms. Boba crossed the room in two strides and wrapped his arms around Rex's neck. "Su cuy'gar," he murmured in Boba's ear, and got to his feet still holding him. "Well done, Boba. Very well done."

Boba's cheek warmed up where it pressed against his own. "Your vod'ika is insane," he mumbled back.

"I could have told you that," Rex chuckled, meeting Ahsoka's big blue eyes. "Should have warned you about it, actually."

"Rude," Ahsoka said with a smile. She leaned down to touch foreheads with Cody. "Are we good, vod?" she asked him quietly.

Cody's face softened. "Of course we are, Os'ika," he reassured her, using her to pull himself to his seat.

Rex threw him a questioning look over Boba's head, and Cody meaningfully looked at her arm.

"Alright, enough of this mushy shit," Boba mumbled, pushing away to look at Cody. "Let me see your sal'gam."

Cody snickered and released Ahsoka, who immediately walked into Rex's arms for her own hug.

"Hi, vod'ika," Rex said fondly.

"Ori'vod," Ahsoka said back, purring happily.

"Heard you ran into some trouble on Geonosis," Rex said. He rubbed the root of her rear lek and made her purr rev up like a luxury speeder engine.

"Yeah, we–" she went stiff in his arms and leaned back, her eyes narrow and suspicious. A muscle in her jaw twitched.

Rex raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"There's something on your face," she mumbled after a few seconds of consternated silence. Her lek thumped with an irritated thwack! against her back, stripes so dark that they looked nearly black even in fluorescent lighting.

Rex swiped at his cheek, confused. "Should I go wash?" he asked, bewildered. Had he rubbed against something in the market that she didn't like? Was it that tooka that had tried to come home with him and Skywalker, or maybe some of that soup was–

Ahsoka yanked his head down and buried her nose in the meat of his cheek. She snuffled him like a hound trying to catch a scent then growled, sounding eerily like Grizzer when someone got too close to his slop bowl, with a primal undertone that sent his hair standing straight up.

"Littl'un?" Rex asked faintly. Behind her, Boba and Cody exchanged confused looks.

"Come here," Ahsoka said darkly, then started furiously rubbing her soft lek against his cheek.

"Easy kid, easy," he chuckled, holding her back a little so she didn't knock him over.

"Hold still," she snapped, still bunting her head all over him and purring like a territorial tooka.

Rex barely restrained himself from giggling when she migrated to a ticklish spot on his neck. "What's got you in a mood?"

Ahsoka growled instead of answering and moved onto his right cheek.

"Alright, alright, that's enough." He gently pushed her away from his head after a few more seconds of rubbing. She crossed her arms and pouted. "Hey," he said, chuffing her under her chin. "We need to have a talk, you and I."

Her eyes shot up and lost their attitude. "About what?" she asked warily.

Rex reached out and gently squeezed her left bicep, watching her closely for a reaction.

"Oh." She took a deep, huffy breath and turned accusing eyes on Cody.

Cody met them unapologetically and finished his beer without blinking.

"Step out with me." Rex pulled her gently towards the door and closed it for the illusion of privacy, knowing full well that Boba and Cody were already pressed up against the vent.

"Listen, I don't know what Cody told you–" she began.

"He told me something different than what the General said,'' Rex cut her off, fixing her with his best stern ori'vod look. "I'll give you a chance to tell me your side of all of this, then we'll go from there."

Ahsoka's lips thinned. "I could just order you to drop it, you know," she grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Don't you dare." Rex mirrored her.

She heaved a deep sigh. "It was an accident. His mech–" she shivered and clapped her hand over the back of her neck, looking around with a frown.

Rex narrowed his eyes. "Don't try to get out of answering with some made-up Force nonsense right now, vod'ika."

"I'm not," she replied, annoyed. Her rear lek thumped again. "I sensed something for the first time in your office. I just felt it again. It's like I'm being watched."

Rex frowned. "Klem, come in," he said into his commlink.

"Yes, Captain?" the gate guard replied immediately.

"Anyone come into the barracks tonight that wasn't a clone?"

"Just Commander Tano and the runt, Sir. General Koon was here for a few moments but left right away."

Ahsoka rubbed her arms like she was cold. "Something's not right," she said, looking at the door to the officer's lounge worriedly.

"Don't let anyone in or out other than troopers," Rex ordered Klem, then closed the channel. His eyes locked onto a trooper at the end of the hall. "Private!" he barked.

The trooper stopped short and stood at attention. Rex jerked his head for him to approach.

"Have you seen anyone enter the barracks in the last few hours that wasn't a clone?" Rex asked once the shiny was close.

"No, Sir!" The trooper clicked his heels together.

Rex nodded. "Keep an eye on the entr–"

"What's your name, Private?" Ahsoka interrupted.

"Falin, Ma'am," he immediately responded.

Ahsoka's hand shot up to her neck again. "Bucket off, Falin," she ordered.

Falin's visor turned to Rex, who narrowed his eyes; didn't he know who he was talking to? "As Commander Tano ordered, Private Falin," Rex reiterated, crossing his arms.

"Yes, Sir." The clone reached up to his helmet with his left hand, slowly, then his right darted to his holster and drew in Ahsoka's direction. Rex immediately shoved her to the side and took the bolt directly to his unarmed chest–

Ahsoka caught Rex before he hit the ground, instantly out cold from the blue stunner bolt. She gently lowered him and kept his head from hitting the tile. "Cody, k'akaan'jori!" she bellowed, taking off in a sprint. The shiny was already at the end of the hall, halfway through the emergency staircase door.

Ahsoka felt her brain slow down and speed up at the same time, blocking out any stimulus other than her prey. She locked on to his naturally red aura like a beacon, tracking him through the floors with a hunter's focus, even as he got out of what her normal range of Empathy allowed. Following a tingle down her spine, she ripped off a vent cover with the Force and slid into the ventilation shaft beside the turbo-lift, taking a more direct route to the ground floor. She hit the ground hard on her heels and bounced forward, straight through the closet door and in front of him.

She didn't bother ordering him to stop, she spun in a high rear kick and clotheslined him with her leg. The way his helmet popped off and the squeak of surprise he let out would have been comical if the shabuir hadn't just shot Rex.

The surge of hormonal rage she was fighting off after smelling an unknown Togruta female's scent mark on Rex's cheek didn't help her mood either.

She kicked the clone's blaster away – and he was a clone, though the lines around his eyes said he hadn't been shiny for a while – and put him in a headlock, seething and spitting with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she snarled, squeezing his neck just hard enough to not break it. "What do you want? Why are you here?"

The clone, quickly turning purple, shot a jet of fire from his wrist. She let go just in time to duck and felt the flames heat the air above her montrals. She rolled and shot her leg out as she regained her feet, going for a sweep that he barely jumped over.

Ahsoka looked up just in time to catch the clone's returning punch and turn it away, bringing her long leg up in a wheel kick with the same motion. It connected and he went stumbling forward. She used the Force to shove him onto his face, but almost as if he had anticipated it he used the momentum to roll and pop back up to his feet. He shot a length of whipcord at her to bind her arms to her sides and ran for it.

"Zisiyeni," she snarled. She awkwardly pulled her sabers into her hands and cut the whipcord, but by the time she'd freed herself he had already made it to the line of speederbikes near the entrance of the hangar. "Oh no you don't," she growled. She pulled on the Force and leapt. The clone gunned the thrusters and she landed in the exact spot he had been in only moments before. She kicked the neighboring speederbike to life and jetted out of the hangar after him into the nighttime traffic.

The clone shot south through three lanes of traffic and down a half-dozen levels. Her speederbike whined as Ahsoka strained the repulsors. As she brought it up to level, the clone's bike in front of her made a small sparking pop and shuddered.

Ahsoka realized that in their rush, they'd both hopped onto the bikes in the maintenance lineup. Her repulsors were solid, just noisier than a nest full of narchlings, but it appeared by the lavender smoke and constant popping that the clone was riding a speederbike with a tibanna leak. He was going down quickly, and she wasn't going to let him get away into the undercity if she could help it, not after shooting her kriffing Rex.

The clone's bike sputtered three more times and then he started slowly dropping, and even over her whining repulsors Ahsoka could hear him cursing up a streak that would make Boba blush. She sped up with renewed fire in her blood. A first-gen clone disguised as a shiny in her barracks armed with Mandalorian gadgets like a flamethrower and whipcord? She had an idea of who was slowly crashing down in front of her, or what at least. Her brain was putting the pieces together rapidly even as she wove in and out of rush-hour traffic, collecting honks like they were Monomoko badges, too used to having to rapidly plot out a plan of attack while under fire to not multitask.

She'd wager every stupid, overpriced couch that Padmé had ever bought that there was a Null on that speederbike.

Another tingle on the back of her neck told her to draw her saber just in time to deflect a concussion round from a far-off rooftop. She batted it away but the vibration of the bolt blasted her saber clean out of her hand and sent it flying into the undercity below.

"Oh, you are dead!" she snarled, straining the thrusters to get ahead of the clone. She jackknifed and drew her shoto at the same time, slicing downward as he sped below her speederbike. She disabled his rear repulsors completely with the blow. He dropped like a rock and skidded to a sparking stop on top of a Quarren buffet. Ahsoka dove, then turned to get ahead of him. She spun to face him and ducked immediately to avoid a grapple to the face. It hit the seat behind her and the clone came flying along the rope feet first, hitting her in the chest and knocking out both her wind and her shebs from her seat right as they both cleared the edge of the roof.

Ahsoka fell, and fell, and she watched the clone's aura go staticky-gray with fear-dismay-regret as she went. She gasped for air that her spasming diaphragm couldn't pull in, and when she clipped a speeder three lanes down with her foot she was sent into a disorienting spin. She tried not to panic, but the inability to breathe while spinning and falling at terminal velocity robbed her of the ability to center herself. Honking speeders swerved around her falling body and she still couldn't stop spinning or even breathe and she was falling faster and faster and she was going to–

A warm, familiar presence covered her skin like a tingling blanket and calmed her panic. The Force cradled her, slowed her flailing spin, then flipped her over so she could see where she was going. Newly-centered, she focused on the turquoise and white speeder below her and carefully aimed for the passenger seat. She grabbed Anakin's outstretched hand and let him yank her to safety.

"Hello, Snips," he said pleasantly. He held up the saber that had been blasted out of her hand with a bemused look.

"Hi, Skyguy," Ahsoka panted. She took her saber back, a little embarrassed. "You're late."

"Yeah, well, you know–"

"Couldn't find a speeder you liked?" she couldn't help but joke.

"Actually, I was getting you Quasar." He shook a plastic cup full of creamy pink tea with orange balls at the bottom. "Hibiscus with triple cream and meiloorun boba. You're welcome."

Ahsoka snickered and took a sip. "You're the best, Master."

"I know." Anakin swerved below a blinking speederbus and sped under the line of traffic stopped at the light. "So who are we chasing?"

"A clone. He identified himself as Falin, but I doubt that's his real name. He was creeping around the barracks disguised as a shiny." A wave of anger rose up hot and bitter in Ahsoka's chest. "He shot Rex when I told him to take his bucket off."

"He shot Rex?" Anakin's aura flared white with staticky fear.

"Stunner bolt. He's okay."

Anakin sighed with blue relief. "You think this clone was after Boba?" he asked, narrowly avoiding rear-ending a police droid.

The clone got off on the exit to Coco Town. Ahsoka cursed under her breath. "I'm not sure, but I can't think of any other reason he'd be there."

Anakin reached over her and fastened her seatbelt without taking his eyes off of traffic, then did a barrel roll through four levels of packed speeders and shot down the center of a descension tunnel. "Uh, Master?" Ahsoka asked, confused. "Isn't this the opposite direction? He's going to get away!"

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Watch and learn, Padawan," he said, somehow managing to sound exasperated and smug at the same time, then leveled out and reversed into a maintenance tunnel. Without any traffic to worry about, he gunned the thrusters and throttled up until the needle topped out at 200/kmh while still in reverse. He picked up his own drink – something iced that smelled like chocolate and kokanini – and slurped it loudly.

Ahsoka chewed her boba and took a moment to subtly examine him while she had a chance; though his aura had lightened to a vivid orange with excitement-anticipation, there was a yellow-violet line of guilt-shame like a bruise along the edge. He was still affected by what he'd done to her. His eyes shone and his energy was manic, borderline feral. He was practically vibrating like a pent-up racing fathier and it didn't have anything to do with the caf; she felt his desire to protect her, to redeem himself, to prove that she could trust him again echoing across their bond.

Anakin finished his drink, tossed it over the edge, shot his arm out over her chest to stop her from bruising herself on her seatbelt, then braked hard. He shot up forty levels in five seconds and practically broke the sound barrier leaving the ascension tunnel, then flew back into traffic behind the clone close enough for her to see the blue relief battle it out with the red anger and chartreuse annoyance in his aura.

The clone was… grateful that he hadn't killed her? Ahsoka was surprised, to say the least.

"You ready?" Anakin asked loudly. He was gaining on the clone quickly now that he wasn't hobbled by the civilian traffic of the main drag. A speederbike with lame repulsors was no match for an engine rebuilt by a podracing gearhead whose only real hobby was making things go way faster than they needed to.

Ahsoka undid her seatbelt, crouched on the seat, and readied her saber with a nod.

"I'll be right behind you!" Anakin yelled. He slid underneath the speederbike and popped up a few inches in front of it. Ahsoka immediately leapt for the clone with her saber ignited and jammed it into the repulsors before he could so much as say papurgaat. The speederbike started sputtering and jerking, and the clone struggled to keep his stolen speederbike from going into a tailspin. Ahsoka did a backflip off the seat, pushing off extra hard to lessen his control.

The bike came to a spinning crash into an alley two blocks west of where she landed. She sprinted towards the smoke with a curse, hoping that Anakin had blocked off whatever exit he could. A dizzying sense of deja-vu hit her like a cold winter wind off the mountains when she turned the corner, and after she slid into the alley–

No. No.

It was the alley that Obi-Wan had pretended to die in. The crates were still toppled over, the pavement still dark where his blood had pooled. That was where she had held him after he crashed through the crates like a meteor. She'd gently turned him over, carefully minding his neck and back in case he had damaged his spinal cord, Obi-Wan's eyes are shut tight like he had been bracing himself for the fall. His beautiful, glacial-blue aura like the sky above the mountains is gone. His heart is silent, his chest doesn't move, her leggings are sticky and warm with blood. "Please," she whispers. "P-please Bobi, open your eyes, open your… no, no, no, please no, Bobi please–" People approach and whisper amongst themselves. Someone approaches her from the side and quickly retreats when she bares her fangs at them. Frantic footsteps echo through the alley, Anakin comes skidding to a halt seconds later. "How is he?" he asks, his aura blinding white with sheer panic. She looks up at him, unable to say it out loud and make it true, barely able to see Anakin's face through her tears.

The Force screamed a warning through her fugue just in time for her to dodge the clone's swing. She cartwheeled to the side and dodged his leg sweep, then jumped at him with a flying roundhouse kick. He ducked underneath it and shoved her away from him.

She grabbed for her sabers and found only air at her sides. The clone smirked at her and held up the belt he'd managed to rip off, then chucked it into the dumpster behind him.

Shabuir. Ahsoka dropped down into a Fáng Shìlóng stance, turning her toes out and straightening her back before bringing her hands up. The clone smirked at her and sank into Echani.

Ahsoka eyed the remaining blaster at his waist and briefly wondered why he wasn't using it before blocking his first strike; a hard, straight-armed punch to the face that would have broken her nose had it connected. Ducking the next three strikes that whistled in the air around her montrals, she eased out of Fáng Shìlóng and switched to match his Echani. She elbowed the clone in the gut, dropped, then turned on her knees to try and throw him over her shoulder the same way she did Blitz, but instead of letting her get an arm around his neck he rolled into the toss and then threw her forward with his considerable strength. She crashed into the crates and rolled to a stop face-first on the dark stain.

Please Bobi, open your eyes…

The scent of Obi-Wan's blood had her brain in the same spinning, panicked state that it was that night. The clone kicked her in the stomach with his plastoid boot and sent her rolling to the side in a tumbled heap. He straddled her waist, pinning her with his heavy weight, then raised a fist. With no other recourse, she protected her face with her arms and turned to the one move she wasn't allowed to use during sparring; she slammed a knee up between his legs as hard as she could and scrambled the gett'se behind his codpiece. His aura flashed neon orange with shock-anger and he rolled off of her, swearing a blue streak of Mando'a under his breath.

Ahsoka struggled to her feet and hopped backwards a bit, dragging the knee that was still tingling from smacking into plastoid. "Enough!" she snarled, holding her hands up to summon her sabers.

The clone panted and shook his head, his face sweaty and bright red from exertion and pain, and struck at her chest with his elbow before her weapons reached her. She caught his elbow with her palms and pushed outwards, following with a high kick that missed his chin by a hairsbreadth. He feinted forward, her punch went wide, and he pinned her arms at her sides in a wampa hug.

"Get off of me!" she snarled. She headbutted him, used the wall to walk up and over his head to break the hold, then kneed him hard in the spine. The blow sent him stumbling forward, only for him to turn and kick her in the chest and propel her towards the opposite wall.

She smashed into it hard and saw stars, the fatty padding of her rear lek the only thing saving her skull from being cracked open. He took advantage of her daze by dragging her to the ground and pinning her again. He brought a fist up to finish her off and went still; his eyes bugged out of his head and he clawed at his throat. He rose up in the air with lips quickly going blue and was dragged off of her like he had an invisible noose around his neck, plastoid boots scraping helplessly at the concrete.

Anakin stood at the opposite end of the alley with an outstretched hand, his aura a tornado of ivory terror spinning with ribbons of crimson fury and teal protection, all surrounded by a hungry, creeping darkness that Ahsoka recognized all too well. He dragged the clone towards him by the throat and watched him struggle for air with dark, wild eyes.

Ahsoka scrambled to her feet and stumbled towards Anakin. "Master," she called, then screwed her eyes shut as the alley tilted around her. Her head felt like someone had taken a hydrospanner to the back of it. "Master, we… we need him alive." She projected weak green calm and the smell of rain on the desert wind as best as she could manage with her head spinning, praying it would be enough to blow away the terrifying, sticky darkness that she had worked so hard to glean away from him before.

Anakin didn't answer her, too lost in his rage. He recognized the alley, too. It was distracting him like it had her, making it too hard to focus on control. He was panicking from what he'd seen, a clone twice her size pinning her to the ground, about to knock her lights out. His hand tightened and the clone's aura went glowing white with fear-pain.

"Anakin!" Ahsoka yelled, but it was no good; he was too far gone, his aura spinning too violently to accept the pitiful calm she projected at him. She braced herself against the wall and took a deep breath, trying to center herself as best she could before she gleaned it off and brought her Master back to his right mind.

I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. Ahsoka let her aura flow outwards and folded it around Anakin's, drenching him with peace like a spring thunderstorm. The shadow slipped and slid unnaturally around the edges of their joined aura, hungrily sniffing the fresh blood coming from wounds in the heart newly reopened. His grief-rage-guilt hit her with the force of a crashing starfighter, almost throwing her to the ground with its intensity. She box breathed and controlled the spin of the storm around them.

There is no emotion, there is peace. Ahsoka reached out to the darkness and wrapped it around her fists like spiderwebs, tearing the black away from where it choked Anakin's bright red. She had gleaned it away before, she could do it again. She opened herself up to the Cosmic Force, listened to it roar in her montrals like river rapids before going suddenly silent, and let it scour away the darkness surrounding them both.

"Easy, Skyguy," she whispered. "Let him go. You did it. You saved me. You can let him go now."

Something clicked in him, lightened just like it had the night he had broken her arm; it sent the hungry shadow fleeing and lucidity returned to Anakin's eyes. He immediately let the clone fall to the ground and stumbled backwards, wallowing in pale yellow shock-distress at what he'd almost done.

She detangled their auras gently and slid down the wall, as exhausted as if she'd just done a twelve-mile ruck in a blizzard.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin ran to her side and skidded to a stop, dropping to the ground in front of her. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? How bad–"

"I'm okay." Ahsoka pulled herself together and gave him a wan smile before eyeing the limp body of the clone. He was still alive, thankfully. Anakin hadn't… he hadn't.

Anakin nodded and swallowed hard, looking sick. "Let's get going." He slung her arm around his neck and helped her walk back to his speeder, dragging the clone's unconscious body behind them with the Force.

The clone had no tattoos or unique scars, no holotags, not even an identification chip in his wrist. Rex had been conscious for a whole five minutes by the time they returned to the barracks but he wasted no time in helping Cody and Anakin tie him up in a chair in the officer's lounge.

Poor Boba was shaking like an aktipan that lived in a rich woman's purse, his aura trembling and pale violet with shock-guilt. Ahsoka held him on the couch, rubbing his back soothingly and willing her headache to go away.

"I'm sorry," he said for the fiftieth time. "I should have helped. I–"

"You stayed safe. That's all I care about." Ahsoka pressed her forehead against his.

"We have any stims in here?" Anakin barked, throwing open the cabinets of the kitchenette like he expected them to be stored next to the caf concentrate and ration bars. His aura was a tightly-controlled ball of deep red anger-frustration and a little yellow embarrassment, and his mech hand kept clenching with the desire to hit something.

Rex shook his head. "Should be a pack of 'em in my office, Sir." He made for the door. "I'll–"

"I'll get them," Ahsoka offered. Rex still looked a bit unsteady; she'd been stunned enough times during dance practice to know exactly how fuzzy his head was. "Where are they?"

"The top shelf of my locker." Rex nodded at her gratefully.

Ahsoka kissed Boba's cheek. "Stay here, vod'ika," she murmured into his ear before standing.

Rex and Cody both froze and turned to her with staticky-white shock rippling around them.

"You're not actually surprised, right?" she asked them wryly over her shoulder, leaving before they had a chance to respond.

The barracks were still almost empty of troopers and nobody stopped her on the way to Rex's office. She unlocked the door, stepped inside, and stopped dead.

The locker was open. The rucksack, the beskar'gam, even the tooka doll was gone.

She didn't need to call Inspector Divo to help her solve this mystery. There was only one person who could have taken it; or rather, there was only one person who would have ordered it taken.

Kal shabuirla Skirata.

Ahsoka snatched the box of stims and marched to the stairwell, her brain working faster than her feet. Obviously the clone had led her away from the barracks so the armor would be easy pickings. The only thing she wanted to know, though, was which one of Skirata's little angels of death was currently tied up in the officer's lounge, and how badly Skirata wanted him back. Had he intended to be caught, or was he just trying to keep her as far away from the barracks for as long as possible?

She was still glad she had stopped Anakin from killing him if for no other reason than that they now had leverage to get the beskar'gam back. She slid the door to the lounge open with the Force, removed a stim from the box, and jammed it into the clone's neck without a word. A chorus of protesting shouts sprang out from the men in the room.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin yanked her away from the clone with a bolt of teal concern. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Waking him up." She tossed the box on the table. She was spitting mad, nearly vibrating with it, her lek smacking against her back like a drum. She pushed Anakin's arm down and slapped the clone's cheek. "Hey. Eyes open, shabuir."

"Ahsoka!" Rex exclaimed, shoving himself between her and the tied-up man.

The clone's eyes opened into slits and he worked his jaw. Cody, still shirtless with a large, clear burn bandage over his new ink immediately drew on the clone and held steady, ready to stun him.

"What's going on?" Anakin asked harshly. "You were fine a minute ago, what happened to make you so angry?"

"Where is it?" she spat at the clone. She shoved past Rex and slapped him again, leaving a pink handprint on his cheek. "Where the hell is it?"

Rex yanked her back and held her in a wampa hug.

"Ow," the clone said mildly. His red aura sharpened and hardened into a box around him, keeping any emotions he had guarded and hidden.

"It's gone," Ahsoka snapped, trying and failing to push past Rex. "Someone took Boba's beskar'gam while this sleemo was leading us on a snipe hunt around Coruscant, and he's going to tell us what happened or I'm going to gut him like a Rokarian dirt-fish!"

"What?" Boba was crouched on the couch with Robert under one arm, puppy-eyed and rolling with violet grief-shock that quickly blushed into red anger. "He… he…" Boba got to his feet, trembling with all of the emotions rioting across his aura, and threw Robert behind him. "Tion'vaii ner beskar'gam, gar ne'tom'osik?" he demanded, eyes shining and fists clenched at his sides.

The clone slowly dragged his eyes over to Boba. "Jate, Bob'ika," he drawled. "Ner gett'se shi'jii dayngaanir?"

Boba's face and aura went white and he took a step back. "Ordo?" he whispered, horrified.

Everyone turned to look at the tied up clone. "I should've known," Rex said grimly, backing up with Ahsoka in his arms. His aura was fogged with bright turquoise protection-wariness. "What's going on, Ordo?"

A muscle worked in Anakin's jaw. "Ordo's the captain of the commando squad you told me about on the way here?" he asked Ahsoka quietly, to which she nodded.

"You were a decoy?" Cody asked, frowning severely. His aura went chartreuse with annoyance. "Seems beneath you, Captain."

Ordo rolled his shoulders. "I follow orders, Cody, you know that." He frowned. "Where's your shirt?"

"And did your orders include kicking my Padawan off a rooftop?" Anakin asked, soft and dangerous. He walked forward with a straight back, drawing up to his full height. "Beating her face in?"

"You led us to that alley on purpose, didn't you?" Ahsoka snapped, trying to get out of Rex's very firm hold again.

"I figured I'd need the advantage," Ordo shrugged. "Take it as a compliment. Sorry about the roof, though. That was bad timing on my part."

"Ke'epa osik," Ahsoka said contemptuously.

"Enough, vod'ika." Rex physically turned her towards the couch, where Boba sat frozen and silent like a newborn kybuck in the grass, and gave her a little push.

She swallowed her rage, sat next to Boba, and tucked him under her arm. "It's okay," she murmured into his ear, sending little green bubbles of calm to his aura. "Ni ven'kyramu ad kebbur. I'll rip his throat out if he tries anything."

Ordo raised an eyebrow. "Why would I hurt him?" he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.

"Why'd you hurt him any other time?" Ahsoka snapped, a growl coloring her tone.

"Because he was being a brat?" Ordo's eyes flicked between her and Boba. "Boba's always been a spoiled kih'osik. Someone needed to keep his head from getting too big."

"Fuck off!" Ahsoka and Boba snapped in unison.

Anakin tilted his head at Ordo. The air around him felt charged, staticky, like lightning about to strike. "I would like to know why you thought you could put hands on my Padawan and walk away with them still attached," he said quietly.

Ordo met his eyes, wary, but more curious than afraid. "She got me good a few times. You should be proud."

"Oh I am. I am very, very proud of her." Anakin said silkily, leaning down. "So answer my question."

Ahsoka's commlink started flashing with an incoming holocall. She looked at Anakin, who nodded at her before she accepted it. A hologram of a plain man in his fifties wearing gold-painted Mandalorian armor popped up on her wrist.

"Ahsoka Tano." The hologram nodded. "Kal Skirata. Pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure's all yours, I assure you," Ahsoka snapped. "Where is Boba's beskar'gam? What game are you playing?"

Skirata chuckled. "It's safe. I presume my boy is as well?"

"He won't be if I don't get a very good reason for your attack on my Padawan and Captain tonight," Anakin snapped, striding forward to get into visual range.

"General Skywalker. Your reputation precedes you." Kal crossed his arms. "I'd rather have this chat in person. Why don't you all come down to the fairgrounds? It's Weequay Independence Week, the place is hopping tonight."

Ahsoka translated it: Lots of civilians, neutral zone. "When?" she asked harshly.

"As soon as you can. Bring my boy, and yours. He's a good shot, I bet he can win you a stuffed bantha while we talk."

Ahsoka looked at Anakin again, who pursed his lips and nodded. "If you try anything funny, you'll regret it," he promised.

"No funny business, I swear." Kal laughed again. "See you soon, ad'ika." He closed the channel before Ahsoka could.

Rex immediately started dialing a frequency on his own commlink. "Jesse, how drunk are you right now?" he asked over the loud music.

"Just getting started, Cap– hey, di'kutla, watch where you're going–"

"Grab everyone who's still walking in a straight line and get down to the fairgrounds." Rex paused, then quirked the corner of his mouth. "Someone tried to kill Ahsoka tonight. I–"

"WHAT?!" Jesse shrieked. "Kix! Where the hell is Tup, go grab him and Fi– I don't care if she's here, we need to go, now! Rex, we're leaving. Tell us where to meet you."

"One way to motivate him," Anakin said, biting down his laughter as Rex gave Jesse directions.

"Clearly." Ahsoka rubbed the bridge of her nose. She was still resisting the urge to smack Ordo, who looked far too blase about the situation for her liking. Gleaning took a toll on her. She'd have what she could only describe as an emotional hangover for at least a day. She took Anakin's mech hand and squeezed it.

It was worth it.

"You're sure about this?" Anakin asked her quietly.

She nodded and pulled Boba close to her with her other arm. "Absolutely." She gently rubbed her lek over the top of Boba's head. "We're going to get it back if I have to ransom Ordo back one limb at a time," she murmured.

Ordo raised an eyebrow. "I'd prefer you didn't," he said.

"Not up to you." Ahsoka met Cody's eyes. He raised his blaster with a smirk.

Notes:

MANDOA TRANSLATIONS Sal'gam*: tattoo (lit color+skin) Atawai'la*: kindness Shabla dalgaan: fucking bitch Ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ni salgorani gar shabla ass bal ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ke'haa'tayli at troan'tay, vod: I'm a fucking bitch? I'm tattooing your fucking ass and I'm a fucking bitch? Go look in the mirror, bro Gar ne'salgorani ner shebs, vod'ika, bal meh bev tigaanur ner shebs ni ven'shuku gar cere: You're not tattooing my ass, little brother, and if that needle touches my ass I will break your fingers Ke'pirimpir gaht tay'briik: Go piss up a rope Nayc gar: No you Os'ika: Little shit (affectionate), a pun on Ahsoka's normal diminutive of Ahs'ika Ka'akaan'jori: Sound the alarm! Papurgaat: lit. 'fruit,' in this context it's like "before he could say diddly" Shabla bev'kovid: Fucking dickhead Tion'vaii ner beskar'gam, gar ne'tom'osik?: Where is my armor, you piece of shit? Ner gett'se shi'jii dayngaanir: Your balls finally drop? Ke'epa osik: Eat shit Kih'osik: Little shit (not affectionate) TOYDARIAN TRANSLATIONS Zisiyeni: Damn it OTHER NOTES Gleaning: Empathically sharing another person's emotions and releasing them to the Force Po'ackster: A hyena-like creature native to Jedha, known for its wide grin and hysterical laughter-like bark Aktipan: that wee little elephant creature from the Fifth Element. I've been obsessed with him for 20 years you're goddamn right he's crossing over to the SW verse

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