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galactic-potterhead · 1 year

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𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋮ 𝐓ä𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋮ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┄ Din Djarin x Female Original Character ⋮ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ┄ Star Wars

𝟎𝟎 || 𝐀𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐄𝐧𝐝

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

Responsibilities went along with being born into a family of royalty, but the war involving the Republic’s grand army and the Separatists demolished every sense of morality for many planets including Wren’s. She was almost 3-years old when the war reached Stella Lux Prime, and almost 3-years old when her peaceful life came to a melancholic end.

𝐂𝐖: This story will contain various scenes of graphic violence, mature content, and possibly traumatic details. Character deaths, terrorism, family trauma.

Note || Is writing this a good idea when ‘Spes Mille Stellae’ is incomplete? Probably but y’all told me on Twitter that you’d rather read this series starting with Wren so here we are :)

Word count: 800+

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞,

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦

. . . 19 BBY

It was first light when devastation struck Stella Lux Prime. The klaxon siren sounded throughout the entire planet, indicating that the Defenders of Vi were outmatched and that their people were under attack.

Duchess Ventora Vahva’Toivo had thrown herself out of bed at the sound, waking up far quicker than she typically woke and felt panicked. The 28-year old had 3 children and she worried about their safety on a daily basis with no hostile threats, but now that there had been, she didn’t know how to process it right away.

She had heard what happened to Duchess Satine Kryze of Mandalore and knew that her time would come soon, but she hadn’t expected the Shadow Collective to move so quickly.

Meanwhile in the nursery across the hall. The youngest Vahva’Toivo baby laid in her cot happily staring up at her enchanted ceiling with a sluggish grin on her face. With every kick of her feet, the colour of the galaxy shifted into another — just as her mother magicked it to do so.

She talked quite often but found that her actions led to much more efficient results. In other words, she often did things herself and in her own ways.

Nothing woeful came to her mind. Though, she could sense the peaceful bliss of her mother shift to a uneasy plague.

Moments after the shift, her bedroom door swung open and she immediately sat up in regard to seeing her mother’s smiling face. However, she was met with the opposite.

Her mother had small creases in her forehead, at the corners of her eyes, and in her smile lines. She was frowning.

“Äiti!” Wren chirped in her usual bubbly tone.

Her mother hurriedly lifted her up and out of the cot, then proceeded to hug her longingly.

“Wren, you’ll be much too young to remember this. But please stay strong. Never give up and keep fighting when no one else can.” Her mother murmured, pressing soft kissed to her forehead.

“Äiti tulee aina rakastamaan sinua. Minun pieni varpunen.” She finished, leaving Wren blissfully unaware of the abandonment soon to bleed through.

There were countless explosions and cries of pain and fear rumbling in the distance. It gathered the attention of the other residents in the palace, leading up to where her older brother and sister entered the nursery.

Her sister, Aurora seemed to have a deeper understanding as to what was happening because there was fear written all across her face. Her brother Oberon was shaken but looked more confused than scared.

“Äiti mitä tapahtuu? Onko se separatistit?” Aurora asked, accepting Wren into her arms as their mother handed her off.

“Pelkään, että se on paljon pahempaa kuin separatistit, rakkaani.” Her mother replied, glancing out of the window for a moment before looking back to her oldest.

“Muistatko minne käskin sinun mennä hyökkäyksen sattuessa? Tämä on erittäin tärkeä, Aurora.” Her mother hurriedly asks.

Aurora nodded frantically while fixing Wren against her chest protectively. “Tuleeko isä auttamaan meitä?” Aurora asked, chin trembling softly as tears glazed over her eyes.

Her mother looked as crestfallen as a dying star. Wren could feel that and began to stir with a soft whine.

“En tiedä rakkautta. Mutta se ei tarkoita, että hän rakastaisi sinua kolmea vähemmän. Hän rakastaa sinua. Kaikki järjestyy, vie vain Oberon ja Wren paikalle.” Her mother insisted, kissing all three of them one last time.

“Rakastan sinua Aurora, Oberon ja Wren. Älä koskaan unohda sitä.” Said their mother, before pushing a duffle bag into Oberon’s arms.

The bag contained 4 kyber crystals, one for each child and their mother’s very own crystal, extra pairs of clothes for each of them, some rations, 2 torches for light, and credits for emergencies.

Wren often heard Aurora refer to it as their Invasion Kit. Although, she never understood what it meant at the time and merely giggled at her words.

If only she had known.

The journey to emergency ships had been unsuccessful for 1 of the 3 children. The unsuccessful one being heroic and brave than most grown adults. Aurora knew she and Wren wouldn’t have made it onto the last transport, so she had down the most selfless thing a thirteen year old could do.

She used her powers to shove Oberon onto the transport ship with Wren, who reluctantly released her sister in order to hold onto her brother’s leg.

Jus before the doors closed, they both witnessed a figure in metal armour land a few feet behind Aurora and 6 bolts of plasma penetrate through her abdomen.

The pain that coursed through Wren was dreadful enough to produce hysterical wails from her lungs. She didn’t have to watch her body hit the rubble to know that Aurora was dead. She didn’t need to watch the life slip from her eyes to know that she’d never see her again. The pain was almost as if she had been shot directly and she couldn’t imagine surviving 6 of those shots.

The group much worse than the separatists had brought an melancholic end to the beautiful and peaceful planet of Stella Lux Prime, a planet soon to be abandoned as like Mandalore and nothing could have been done about it.

Translations:

Äiti — “Mommy!

Äiti tulee aina rakastamaan sinua. Minun pieni varpunen. — “Mommy will always love you. My little sparrow.”

Äiti mitä tapahtuu? Onko se separatistit? — Mommy what is happening? Is it the separatists?

Pelkään, että se on paljon pahempaa kuin separatistit, rakkaani. — I'm afraid it's much worse than the separatists, my love.

Muistatko minne käskin sinun mennä hyökkäyksen sattuessa? Tämä on erittäin tärkeä Aurora. — Do you remember where I told you to go incase of Invasion? This is very important, Aurora.

Tuleeko isä auttamaan meitä? — Will daddy come to help us?

En tiedä rakkautta. Mutta se ei tarkoita, että hän rakastaisi sinua kolmea vähemmän. Hän rakastaa sinua. Kaikki järjestyy, vie vain Oberon ja Wren paikalle. — I don’t know love But that doesn't mean he loves you three any less. He loves you. Everything will be fine, just take Oberon and Wren to the place.

Rakastan sinua Aurora, Oberon ja Wren. Älä koskaan unohda sitä. — I love you Aurora, Oberon and Wren. Never forget that.

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eksopolitiikka · 4 years

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Kaksi omituista välähdystä Orionin tähtikuvion lähellä

Lokakuun 9. päivänä 2019 taivastarkkailija kuvasi kaksi tunnistamatonta ja omituista hetken kestävää välähdystä Orionin tähtikuvion lähellä.

DiversityJ Ohio Skywatchingista kertoo: Orion ja Orionin tähtisumu näkyvät aamuisella taivaalla Ohiossa. Siellä näkyi myös 2 erillistä sekunnin murto-osan valonvälähdystä, jotka tulivat tähtikuviosta. Aamulla kello 4:36 ja 5:23 keskiviikkona lokakuun 9. päivänä 2019 koillis-Ohiossa, ilman lämpötila oli 5°C (42°F), etelätaivaalla.

Ei ole tiedossa ovatko nämä välähdykset tai signaalit avaruusolentojen aluksesta vaiko ei, mutta on tiedossa että massiivinen sikarin muotoinen alus matkaa avaruuden halki Orionin tähtikuvion suunnalla.

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suuntavaisto · 6 years

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16.4

Olis se maailma

Jossa kaks auringonlaskua

Sinä ja tähtisumu

meidän ympärillä

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maikkii2-blog · 7 years

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IV/1-17, Sanoja Saarelta

Kaupunki, 26-9-15 IV Aamulla meitä ympäröivät muurit, ahtaat välit, kullanruskea maa ja kiljuvat lapset; tämä ei ole lähiö – käsite ei asu täällä -, tämä on talojen yhteenkertymä, ajatuksen aikaansaama muodostelma, ihmisen työ jonka välistä me kuljemme. Yllä hengittää vaalea harso sumua ja sitten: aava lakeus, riisipellot. Kuljemme kaksin, hiljaisuudessa. V Matkaamme tunnin kaupungin läpi, aamu on aikainen, ja kaupunki ahdas, aina. Me istumme vieretysten puhumatta, kaksin ja yksin, aavistamatta kumpaakaan. Yksityinen tietoisuus asuu samassa monen kanssa. VI Olen oppinut lukemaan kangasta joka on kaupunki; sen toistuvia sarjoja, jotka ovat minulle kokoelma täydellisen vieraita merkityksiä; riisinmyyjät, heinällä lastatut vaunut, lehdet ripustettuna pyykkinarulle, sianpäät myynnissä seinään kaivetussa kolossa; jonkun elinkeino ja torstai-iltapäivä. Sarjat kokoontuvat yhteen tarpeen, aikomuksen ja päämäärän kudokseksi jossa jokainen reitti kuljetaan ainutlaatuisena toistona. VII Olemme naapureita kirkon kellon kanssa, joka ei soi: se pitää ääntä, yksinkertaisesti. Viideltä aamulla, jokainen päivä. Minä havahdun ohuesta unesta, haparoin korvatulppia hämärässä, mutta uni on jo mennyt, se sulkee oven lähtiessään. Joka aamuinen rutiini. Jäljellä aamunkajo ja etäiset äänet. VIII Iltaisin sähköt katkeavat, me istumme pöydän ääressä, hämärässä valo on aito. Se elää heidän kasvoillaan; he puhuvat, mutta keskustelu on minulle pelkkää väriä, nousuja ja laskuja, jatkuva juopa jota katselen kunnes vetäydyn ja muistelen kotia kielellä jota he eivät tunne. IX Kaukana vuoret kasvavat, iltaisin katselen niitä ikkunasta; suuria ja mustia joiden luona kulkevat valot: autot tiellä. Jokaista ajaa joku; väli ja aika, matka. X Illat kaupungissa ovat häkellyttävän kauniita sekä sinisiä, sähkökatkos pimentää ne näkyviin ja taivaalla: tähtisumu. Kuunsirppi on väärinpäin. Mutta kenelle?

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galactic-potterhead · 1 year

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𝟎𝟏 || 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

After the rescue of Princess Leia, Ben Kenobi vowed to teach his children the ways of the Jedi in order to protect them. Wren has a hard time following instructions and has to learn the way from an outside perspective.

𝐂𝐖: This chapter will contain various scenes of violence, traumatic events, some less than appropriate language, Emotional trauma, anxiety, and depression.

Note || Do not make the daddy thing a big deal. This one is a little shorter but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I didn’t plan on posting this on Thanksgiving but here I am. If you celebrate this day, Happy Thanksgiving from me. And if you don’t, well happy Thursday. You should spread love and positivity!

Word count: 1.3k

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𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞,

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦

. . . 9 BBY

Pain dispersed up her spin in a bitter sting.

The taste of sand was one she grew to despise and no matter how many times she had gone over the drill, it always ended the same. Wren would start off confident, cocky even, get two good swings in with perfect balance, and then her brother would knock her on her ass.

Mind you, he wasn’t trying to. She knew that, but it didn’t make her feel any different when he had done it thousands of times before. Oberon was much older and knew how to decipher their father’s words a lot clearer than she could.

Though every time she wanted to give up, her father would remind her that children would be taken from their homes at months old and trained as Jedi. The first time he told her this, she cried. His intentions were pure ss gold but she had taken his meaning for overly critical and disappointed. And disappointing her father was the last thing she ever wanted to do because aside from Oberon, he was her only family.

Wren has core memories of feelings. Even feelings from when the was an infant. She remembers her mother’s love for her and her siblings. She remembers the pain and fear of her older sister, and she remembers loneliness in that short period of her and Oberon were on that transport ship. It was a curse and a blessing.

Especially in these hard days of training. Disappointment and pain was what embedded in her mind.

“Wren, if you do not want to succeed in your drills — You won’t.” Her father said, placing a hand on the beam to still its movements.

She grunts, coughing up the sand that aimed to congest her lungs. And after a moment to catch her breath, got to her feet once again, dusting the sticking sand from her front.

“I want to succeed, isi. I do, I swear it.” She promised desperately, feeling disappointed in herself for another failed attempt.

It was her eighth failure that week and she could tell her father grew tired. He would never admit that aloud because she was his daughter and he wanted to encourage her, not belittle her. It wouldn’t help her focus; Oberon had already tried it the week before and it only made her upset.

She didn’t talk to anyone for two days and did all her normal house chores without being told.

Wren missed her mother. She loved her father but she missed when her mother would sing for her until she fell asleep, she missed her hugs and kisses.

“What is on your mind, Little one?” Her father asked warmly, his brows furrowing lightly.

She looked up to meet his eyes, bashful and ashamed. “The last time I saw my mother. . .” She paused, before decidedly continuing. “She loved us so much and that’s the only side I saw from her…love. Then it wasn’t. It was fear.”

She watched his face grow solemn and his heart fall in the sickening abyss of mourn.

“I can remember all her emotions. I remember Aurora’s emotions. It’s like a womp rat that I can’t shake. All those emotions are stuck in my brain and at night. . .” Tears welled up in her eyes as pain constricted her chest. “At night…I see Aurora being killed in front of my eyes. I see my mother running off in the opposite direction to fend off the invaders and cause a large enough distraction so that we could make it to those damned transport ships.” She managed to choke out in between each hiccup that exploded in her chest.

The pain was unbearable.

She could feel her brother’s eyes on her but her vision was far too blurred to interpret what he was thinking.

Her father closed in on her and his hands felt heavy on her shoulders as he pressed his forehead to hers. “And I will regret not being there for the rest of my life. I feel mortified that you had to go through that. Both of you. Your mother meant the world to me. She would have wanted me to make sure our children could defend themselves and that is what I will do.” His words soothed her anxieties.

The tone of his voice and the love and care behind every word made the pain go away.

Not trusting her voice, she nodded and pressed her lips together to silence her hiccups. He pressed a long kiss to her forehead and allowed his touch to soak into her skin; he was creating a loving memory for her to carry with her. That thought alone almost broke her but she remained still and didn’t cry anymore.

For the first time in weeks, Wren felt safe. She felt at peace with all the chaos around her.

Her father was her light. She knew that she’d be lost without him, just like she’d be lost without Oberon. They were the needle and thread that kept her stitched together.

Without another word, her father slowly lowered her to the ground and she was instantly met with the serenity of meditation. It was unlike all the other times she had tried to concentrate on her medication; she simply did.

Her entire body filled with warmth and a heavy blanket of comfort overwhelmed her. When she opened her eyes, metaphorically speaking, she could see all the Jedi before her.

Wren was surrounded by white and sat in the centre, all the past Jedi sitting around her forming a circle. Some of them smiled, others remained neutral. It was like a dream but Wren knew she hadn’t fallen asleep.

“The Jedi before are with you, Wren Kenobi. The force is with you.” A stoic man said, his skin colour almost matching her own. He was bald too, but she knew that wasn’t what was important.

A soft smile found its way onto her face as she peered at each and every one of them.

“I have to admit. . .I saw your existence coming, young one.” Said a man with shoulder length sandy brown hair. His smile was peaceful and made her chest feel warm. He felt familiar, though she was sure they’d never met before.

“I am Qui-Gon Jinn. Your father was my student, he was just like you.” He began and she listened.

“Qui-Gon Jinn…” She mumbled under her breath, as if to remember it.

“He was stubborn and failed many times, but he got up every time. He knew what he wanted to fight for, what he wanted to protect.” He told her, kneeling in front of her and placing his gentle hands on her shoulders. ”That’s the key to every success. Know what you are fighting for — more importantly, know what you want to protect.”

She stared up at him thoughtfully before her brows pinched together and she looks down at her lap. “But Master. . .what if I don’t know what I want to fight for? What I want to protect?” She asked, peering back up at him with eyes glistening with the ghosts of her past.

He smiled and placed one hand on the top of her head, the other on her heart. “If you allow your mind and your heart to connect with the force, it will guide you. But only you and you alone can decide what you are willing to fight to protect.” He reassured her, though she still hadn’t known what he meant. The deeper meaning that is.

When her eyes opened and her meditation was broke, she was faced with her father who seemed satisfied with the small smile on her lips.

“Are you ready to try again?” He asked.

She glanced over at her brother, who was twirling two staffs carved of wood in each of his hands, nonchalantly may she add. He was slightly cockier because his combat skills were more fine tuned than hers.

When she looked back at her father, a look of determination replaced her serene expression. Wren nodded, climbing to her feet with her father’s help and dusted away the cruel Tatooine nights off her backside.

Wren was ready to learn. And so she would learn.

Translations:

Isi — Daddy / Dad

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galactic-potterhead · 1 year

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𝟎𝟑 || 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞’𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

17 years had passed since the destruction of her planet but what happens two strangers appear on Tatooine, both on a journey of their own.

𝐂𝐖: This story will contain various scenes of graphic violence, mature content, and possibly traumatic details. Character Death, childhood trauma resurfacing.

Note || I am so sorry for the late update! I ended up getting the Flu + Bronchitis right after getting over Covid, so I was busy trying to get better. This is my first Christmas post; if you don’t celebrate Christmas, than Happy Holidays to whichever one you do celebrate. I hope you had a wonderful time! Also, the inspiration for this chapter was ‘Hope It Hurts’ by Jessica Ricca.

Word Count: 3.4k (This was a long one :)

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𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞,

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦

. . . 2 BBY

Her father was a strange man.

Or so that’s what he always portrayed himself to be. For as long as Wren knew him, he always had cryptic messages ready for any occasions and overall had a different perspective of life. She always assumed that it was because of all his life experiences.

He rarely shared stories from his past but when he did — Oh, Wren could listen for hours. She found her father to be the most interesting man she knew. Though, technically speaking, he was the only man she knew. (Aside from her brother and Bail Organa, who was a good friend of her father’s.)

Wren learned all about his adventures with his former master, the Clone Wars, her mother. Although she never got to hear about his Padawan. Whenever the topic came up, he averted his attention to another tale. Of course, through the books she collected over the years, Wren knew his name was Anakin Skywalker but she decided not to pressure her father about him.

If he didn’t speak of him it was probably for a good reason.

“Birdie, focus.” Her father’s voice brought her out of her thoughts.

She jumped at his sudden appearance and looked up to meet his eyes.

Wren was supposed to be meditating while he went and made them lunch, but she just couldn’t concentrate. Something felt off. She knew that something was different on their planet but she wasn’t experienced enough to decipher what it was.

“Im sorry, isä. Something just feels. . .off? Something in the force is distracting and its throwing me off.” She apologised, accepting the mug of juice and a plate of veggie wraps, her favourite.

Wren hardly ate meat. Occasionally her father would make Tanarian Vulk bacon but only because it was so rare in the shops of Anchorhead, that was her one exception. She couldn’t resist TV bacon; but other than that she was almost entirely a vegetarian.

“Ah, so you do feel it?” He asked with a sliver of pride as his lips quirked up at the ends.

She noticed that it was rare that her father ever smiled anymore, but when he did it made her feel all warm and safe. She loved his smile. It was a sign of his happiness and affection. Something that was not seen often but she knew was there.

She nodded in response and chewed her food In silence. It was almost as if the force was willing her to be silent but she didn’t mind because she was far too hungry to complain.

“There are two new visitors on this planet. One from my past and another from someone else’s. One with good intentions and one with only one; my demise.” Her father spoke up, allowing her silence to be filled with his explanation.

Her eyes slightly widened at his bluntness but she didn’t speak, in fears of interrupting him.

“Maul is the one that invaded your homeworld, Stella Lux Prime. The one who killed your mother, ordered someone to kill your sister.” And as he went on, Wren could feel her dislike for the man growing.

Wren knew she ought not to feel hate but it was like a disease. This man murdered half her people on their planet, her mother and sister included. How could her father not hate him?

“I do not have any resentment toward Maul. It was never the Jedi way and it was something I stuck too even after the fall of our council.” Said her father, a gentle look on his face. “If we allow our own personal vendettas cloud our vision, how will we see clearly in times of need?” He added, clearing up her confusion.

She swallowed her food and placed her plate on the slab in front of both of them. “I won’t hold a vendetta against him, even after what he did. Lupaan.” Wren says, anger weakening away slowly.

He smiled shortly before leaning over and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, just as he did many times when she was younger.

“I know you won’t. That is why you will accompany me to confront our visitors.” He insisted, leaving them to finish their lunches in complete silence.

The suns were still present when Wren and her father came across a young boy, no older than eighteen, as well as a white droid with orange, yellow, and green accents. The poor droid had lost charge in the attempt to cross the large acres of Tatooine’s sand field, and the boy lost energy to carry on.

The boy was unconscious at first sight but woke up to the sound of their footsteps. She squat down to his figure and he weakly glanced up at her. Wren couldn’t tell whether he recognised her or not but offered a soft smile in case he did.

The suns would be setting in the next hour so she knew that they had very little time to actually move him, let alone the resources to do so. They had only one blurgg at the time because Rory was sick. The blurgg barely fit the two of them as it was, so it was hard telling what he father had planned.

“We will settle here until he is prepared to leave.” Her father says, gesturing to the boy at her feet.

She nods in agreement before fixing the boy’s head on a rolled sleeping mat. Then proceeded to help her father prepare a fire pit in order to keep them warm.

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When nightfall reached, the began to stir. The droid had woken up a bit ago due to her father charging him up with a light battery pack. She sat beside her father and their Blurgg in between the boy and his droid.

Since the droid, Chopper, had been restored of its power, it went on about who this boy was and who his owner truly was. She was shocked that the droid had trusted her with such confidence but she also felt honoured. Their owner was Hera Syndulla, and the boy, Ezra Bridger is a protégé of her boyfriend, Kanan Jarrus.

Wren enjoyed hearing about their wild adventures and began wondering what the galaxy had planned for her. Was she supposed to stay on Tatooine like her father? Or was she supposed to fight in the rebellion with her brother? She honestly had no clue why her father remained on Tatooine. Sure, the Jedi were supposed to be in exile but why Tatooine? They could have gone anywhere like Naboo, Yavin, or even Alderaan but they didn’t.

The shuffling draws her attention back to reality and she watched Ezra rub the sleep out of his eyes upon seeing her father, who was poking the fire with a stick, his hood still on which gave him an ominous look.

“You’re in the wrong place, Ezra Bridger.” Her father claimed, not even giving the boy a minute to settle in consciousness.

“Master?” He questioned, dazed and confused. “Master Kenobi?” He asks again, sitting up much more rapidly.

“Slow down, Ezra. You’ve just woken up from a state of dehydration. You’ll make yourself sick.” She chipped in, her tone much more soft and relaxed than her father’s.

His eyes dart to her for a moment, before they returned to the man at her side.

“I am.” He confirmed after a moment, sparing her a soft look. “And when you have your strength I will help you own your way.” Her father insisted before standing up and moving over to Chopper.

“On my way?” Ezra asked confused. “No, I came here to find you.” He frantically continued, looking over at him as he dusts Chopper’s top off.

She smiled slightly upon seeing his affection for the droid. Wren knew that he always had a soft spot for droids, thought he had gotten used to having to let them go if they were destroyed.

“To warn you.” Ezra added on.

“About Maul?” Wren asked, sitting up a bit straight. Whereas her father interlocked his hands at his front.m, calm and collected as always.

Ezra’s eyes get wide as he met her eyes for a moment. “Yes!”

But then looks confused, “uh, you know?” He asked, looking back to her father.

“One doesn’t survive as long as I have by being foolish or unprepared.” Wren’s father informed him, while walk past Chopper.

“Maul is an old adversary and a persistent one at that.” Her father says moving over to stand by Ezra.

“Not to mention her murdered my mother and my sister in cold blooded revenge.” Wren put in her comment, leaving her father to look sternly at her as Ezra’s eyes grew even wider.

“What? Im not saying I have a grudge against him for it. I promised, Isä.” She reminded him, throwing up her arms in defence.

“We can fight him together.” Ezra swore, holding up his fist with courage and determination.

Wren grinned at this. The boy was brave, she had to admire him for that.

However, her father doesn’t even face Ezra. “I had no intention of fighting him.” He told Ezra with a short glance. “Though that seems inevitable now.” He added, sighing discontented.

“You don’t understand. You’re the answer.” Ezra is in disbelief and she couldn’t blame him. At first she was too. “The holocrons told me. They said you would be the one to help us destroy the sith.”

Wren’s face twisted in confusion and she looked intently at her father. But he simply hummed and looks over at Ezra. “Hmm. It’s the first I’ve heard of it.” He says before turning to face Ezra completely.

“The rebellion needs you. We need you to defeat the Empire.” Ezra claims boldly and unrealistically.

She wanted to speak out. She wanted to claim that ‘the rebellion already had one of their best fighters. Her brother. Oberon.’ But she didn’t.

“What you need, you already have.” Her father insisted, stepping closer to Ezra. “unfortunately you seem to be letting it a go.”

Ezra looked confused once again by his cryptic messages but she understood fully. “But if I had what I needed why would the holocrons send me to you?” The boy asked.

Her father’s expression shift into gravely serious one and she had a feeling she knew why. “They didn’t. Maul did.”

Ezra looks shocked, almost as if he silently gasped and she pursed her lips tightly in order to hold the gasp crawling up her throat. This was a bait.

The older man puts a hand on Ezra’s back and encouraged him to take a seat with him, while wren remained seated across from them. “Maul used your desire to do good to deceive you and in doing so he has altered the course of many things.”

Ezra looks ashamed and almost embarrassed. She felt sorry for him. Wren knew all too well what it felt like to be taken advantage of when in the realm of ignorance. You never truly move on from it. She would know. It has been a constant reminder for her; never trust anyone. Her brother and father were exceptions.

“He knows your fears, your heart, and he manipulated the truth — which has led you here, where you should never have been.” Her father explains while looking into the fire, only taking a single glance at Ezra.

Ezra looking at the fire says, “But the holocrons, they tell the truth.” Ezra tried to defend.

Slight amusement cheered her father’s grave expression and he looks over at Ezra with sort of a ‘Oh really’ expression. “Do they?” He paused. “The truth is often what we make of it.” He explored, looking at Ezra passionately.

“You heard what you wanted to hear, believed what you wanted to believe. And now, the only one who has gained anything from all of this is…” Her father spoke calmly, him and Ezra looking at each other now. As he trailed off slightly, she felt a tingle up her spine.

Then an arm curled around her neck before she could react. She withheld her gasp and dug her nails into the unexpected assailant.

“Me.” A man growled from behind her, getting both of their attentions.

“You know, it is really hard forgiving you when you do things like this.” She managed to choke out, his grip tightened but he didn’t respond.

Ezra went to stand up but her father pushed him back down and gets Ezra to look at him. “You must go now.” He encouraged the boy calmly, despite her being held captive in the arms of his enemy.

Ezra looked irritated. “I led him to you. Let me make it right.” Ezra says, his face softening as he reached out to the former Jedi Master. Though his eyes hardly moved from hers.

He glanced over his shoulder giving him a parenting scold. “That is not your responsibility. I will mend this old wound.”

Just by his presence in the force, she could assume Maul almost looked impressed or shocked by his words but his scowls returned as quickly as it had disappeared.

Her father gestures to the blurgg while looking at Ezra. “Ride North. That is your way out.”

Maul squeezed her throat and her eyes lifted, in an attempt of meeting his eyes to show her annoyance, but failed. Wren clawed his he skin but he didn’t even flinch.

The blurgg grunts and Chopper flew up, happy to return back to his owner and her father spoke again. “Your way home.” Her father added to his previous statement, much softer.

They share a look of understanding and Ezra climbed onto the blurgg without another argument. Chopper lowers onto the blurgg also. Ezra gave her an apologetic frown and she shook her head as best she could, mustering a small smile in return to show that she was alright.

Ezra jerks the reigns slightly and the blurgg turns and begins to walk away with a grunt.

“See you soon apprentice.” Maul called out. He sounded mad as a hatter and she felt a small bubble of fear.

Her father turns his head at his words and then slowly turns around to face them again. Maul had his free hand-up in a goodbye, sarcastic most likely. He sighs as Ezra rides away and then looks to the older Jedi.

“Look what has become of you.”Maul sneered. “A rat in the desert.”

“Look what I have risen above.” He returned, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I’ve come to kill you.” Maul says, pushing her up to her feet so that they could walk closer to the fire. “But perhaps its worse to leave you here, festering in your squalor and to grieve the loss of this pretty thing here in my arms.” Maul says as they circled around the fire pit.

“If you define yourself by your power to take life, a desire to dominate, to possess, then you have nothing.” He says as Maul stops, though her father still inches around the fire, glancing every other second down at her.

Maul growls and scowls. And in a flash of anger, Maul removes his lightsaber from his wood staff and ignites it. She jumped at the sudden red blade and he swung it and tossed sand into the fire. “Then what do you have?” He snarled.

The sand had put out the fire and she felt fear ride up higher. Maul held his saber horizontally, awaiting the next move and she slowly began reaching behind her.

Her father acted as a nice distraction as her hands moved slowly and quietly. Wren could feel the emitter graze her fingers and she curled her dominant hand around her hilt, awaiting her father’s next move.

“Why come to this place?” Maul asks, straightening up and gesturing to the planet around them with his head.

“Not simply to hide.” Maul continued and her father hardens his face more as if afraid-to look vulnerable.

Maul purred, pressed his cheek to hers. She winced but not because one of his horns cut into her eyebrow, but because of his faces closeness to her own. She hated when men flirted with her, it made her uncomfortable and even more so when they touched her without consent.

“Oh, you have a purpose here.” Maul says coming to a realisation. “Perhaps you are protecting something.” He assumes amusedly, in a teasing tone.

“No.” Maul amused. “Protecting someone.” Maul concluded.

Wren’s head jerked up to meet her father’s face and what she saw caused worry to burst in her stomach. A soft fear was shown as her father’s eyebrow twitched and his lightsaber is ignited in seconds. Eyes narrowing. She never knew why they had stayed snd Maul just came to a conclusion in minutes.

Despite her confusion, she swiftly connected her pieces together ignited her saber. Maul stumbles in confusion and Wren swiped at his thigh, momentarily stunning him. She rolled away from the zabrak man and ended up beside her father, who pushed her behind him protectively.

She watched her father twirl his saber slowly and get into his duel pose, just like he did in the clone wars. His saber up high and at his ear while his other held to finger up, pointing in his opponent’s direction. She found it quite dramatic but he was her father, she loved him for his dramatics.

Wren preferred to move unexpectedly.

Maul twirls his saber just as slow and held it out in front of him before ignited the other half of his dual ended saber. He spun his saber a few times (much faster than her father) before getting into what seemed to be his duelling position, his saber at his side almost behind his back.

A stare off happens and no one moves for a moment. She felt the tension rise and didn’t even need to raise her sage green blade to see it. (The colour of her crystal was sage green but it had a unique seafoam luminescent glow.)

Maul spins his saber again but this time grabs it with two hands. Her father lowers both his saber and his extended arm and holds his weapon outward with both hands before turning his upper body and holding his saber at-his side in his two hands. Both faces stone cold. It was as if they were having a show with their separate acts and she raised her brows slightly at that thought.

Maul’s feet shift on the ground, as if he were antsy and it didn’t go unnoticed by either of them, her father’s grip tightens and she prepared herself to jump into action if she ever needed to help her father.

Maul lets out a battle cry and lunges forward. Spinning his body and twirling his saber all at once, making a swing at her father’s right shoulder, who blocks it easily.

Wren took a step back and held her saber at her side, tensely.

Maul’s other end swings at her father’s ankles but he blocks it and with one powerful rut, he sliced the duel ended saber in the middle. He moved so quickly that she hardly even noticed that all in the same slash, he had cut Maul across his chest as well.

Maul dropped into a kneel and slowly lowers his sabers as they deactivated, before dropping them to the ground.

Her father deactivates his saber and catches Maul in his arms as he falls, so she deactivates her also and moved over slowly.

She couldn’t help but notice that her father held no hateful emotions on his features, he looks remorseful. Maul looks up at him with his bright yellow eyes. Stuttering his words, he says, “tell me. . .”

Maul reaches weakly for her father’s left shoulder but his hand drops. “Is it the Chosen One?” He asked.

Wren frowned looking at the red figure with black markings, before turning to look at her dad with just as much confusion. He looked even more remorseful down at Maul. “He is.” He confirmed disheartened.

Maul meets her eyes and she felt deep regret in his breeze. “I. . .didn’t. . .kill. . .your mother. . .sh. . .she eh. . .Escaped. . .” He choked out.

Maul almost looks relieved as he looks up at the stars. “The chosen . . .one…will avenge…us.” He says in his last breath, but Wren was far too focused on what he had said about her mother.

She stood up furiously as her father closes Maul’s eyes with a weak dip of his head.

While her father had placed a gentle hand on Maul’s right ribcage, she stared down at her father with betrayal, pain, and confusion.

What the hell did Maul mean when he said that he hadn’t murdered her mother and that she had escaped?

Surely he was just trying to get the last laugh? But something in the force told her that he hadn’t been trying to fool her. Ventora Vahva’Toivo escaped Stella Lux Prime. . . But she never looked for Oberon, her father, or her.

Translations:

Isä — “Father”

Aion. Lupaan. — “I will. I promise.”

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