Before Satine Kryze, Mandalore was what the entire galaxy was in the Sith-era, when societies and cultures were based on the principle of "the strong preys on the weak." Old Mandalore and the Zygerrian Slave Empire share the same mentality: Vizsla asserts, "only the strongest shall rule," and Miraj asserts, "The weak deserve nothing more than to kneel before the strong." This is why both the Death Watch and the re-established Zygerrian Slave Empire were so ready to ally themselves with the Sith Lords. They both thrived when the Sith ruled the known universe - they were, too, empires of darkness.

And they were both, one way or another, ended by the Jedi Order. Satine was protected by the Jedi Knights, thus, she was able to re-organize her planet as a peaceful and symbiotic society, and the Zygerrian Slave Empire was destroyed by the Jedi Knights. This is why both the Death Watch and the re-established Zygerrian Slave Empire hate the Jedi Knights - they cultivated light.

Me: *becomes mildly interested in literally anything*

My brain: but what if....ballet?

The Lady Tano appears! Finally caved and went with the Zygerria outfit since it’s my fav and I’m sad they never used it again.

This is our fill for "Gladiator AU". :D

Sold from one owner to the next after his dragon abilities are discovered, Anakin finally ends up with Obi-Wan as his... handler. Except, Obi-Wan isn't a slaver like all the others, and he's also far nicer. And Anakin can do little to free the young Togruta Jedi, Ahsoka, who was recently sold into slavery, no matter how hard he tries. The most he can do is help her survive.

Escape Velocity Chapter 3

Hello besties! It's Saturday, so the newest chapter of my Obikin Canon Divergence AU has just been posted. We'll get some POV from each of our favorite boys this week and jump ahead to the Zygerrian Arc during the Clone Wars! Both of them continue to be absolutely insane, and we also start getting into whumpier territory 👀

Please enjoy!

One of Dave Felony's stupidest decisions ever was making the Zygerrian queen try to manipulate Anakin by telling him being a Jedi = slavery when the clones were RIGHT THERE. And I'm not anti-Jedi. The Republic would have used the clones either way, and I think the Jedi's decision to become military leaders and lead the clones was the best choice they could make in those circumstances. But I think Miraj saying "For they have forsaken their ideals and become slavers themselves," while not true or fair (because what self-respecting villain plays fair?), would've been much better than "blah blah corrupt Senate." Imagine Obi-Wan lying awake at night in Kadavo, wondering if she was right. We have plenty of episodes showing how corrupt the Senate is. We don't have enough episodes, imo, exploring the ethical implications of an army, literally created to fight and die in a war, purchased like livestock.

Not sure where this originally came from but uh, here's my contribution to the cat boy Zygerrian Kallus AU

yes I am a terrible person, yes I made his mom a slave, yes I will burn for my atrocities, yes I am sorry

was kinda hoping these sketches would turn out to be more organic but it is what it is take me alive

my favorite take on Cody's reaction to the Zygerria mission is "Rex kicked me off his ship for hovering, so I'm going to micromanage the shit out of my General's recovery"

Poncho gang!

When the people of the colony of Kiros disappear under suspicion of Separatist interference, the Republic uncovers the re-emergence of a bygone empire with dangerous ambitions for the future. After their investigation on Zygerria is exposed, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex and Ahsoka are forced to tread the fine line between surrender and survival. Embroiled in a gladiatorial trial for their lives, they must endure, or become inevitably slaves themselves.

A re-write of Clone Wars’ Zygerria Arc. This has been a long time coming for me, I hope you enjoy!

👀

The King, the Soldier, and the Spy: Chapter 4

Read on AO3

In which Ahsoka gets an old wound healed (and a few more opened).

Chapter-specific warnings: references to canon traumas (Zygerria), slavery, and then references to other canon traumas (Order 66 and all it entails)

I really didn't want to end this chapter where I did, buuuuut the full thing was hitting two-chapter length, so I had to split it.

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Jango manages to avoid Fulcrum for about three days, and then she corners him. She backs him up against a wall, puts a hand to the pourstone by his head, and puts her nose mere inches from his. The shape to her mouth is predatory. He’s starting to think this is an expression she’s reserved for him.

“Fight me,” she says.

He cannot press closer to the wall. As Mand’alor, he shouldn’t want to.

As a man with a vested interest in the woman who managed to get him on his back with a weapon to his throat, he maybe likes it a bit too much.

“Why?” he challenges.

Tries to challenge. His tone isn’t quite right. She can definitely tell.

“Afraid of getting close?” she coos. “I promise I won’t bite this time, ‘alor. Not unless you ask.”

“You’re enjoying this,” he accuses, standing up a little straighter, and he inches ever closer to her. “You like trying to dig under my skin.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to get in close?” she asks. “Get your hands on me and hold me down?

He snaps, and moves forward, up on his toes, and his lips meet—air.

She’s gone.

Jango opens eyes he hadn’t even realized he’d closed, and finds that she’s standing a full foot away.

He sours. His face surely reflects it. “The hell?”

“You’re fun,” she comments, cheery in a way he’s unready to interpret. “Come on, fight me.”

“I have a better idea,” he says. “Kiss me.”

She grins and laughs and his heart sinks because he—he likes it. He likes that she’s treating him like something other than Mand’alor, something other than the proven most competent warrior in the entire faction. He likes that she acts as if he needs to earn her approval, rather than the other way around.

“No,” she says. “I want to spar.”

What can he do but agree?

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It goes and goes and goes like that.

Fulcrum is interested, he thinks, and she knows that he likes her plenty. She taunts and teases and—and lets him get so close, but not quite touching, before she backs away and tells him to meet her on the training field instead. Rumors abound regarding why the Mand’alor doesn’t just strike her down to size.

He starts to respond in kind. He isn’t angry, not really, just frustrated, and months pass with him getting rude in tandem with her.

She bites. Metaphorically, more than literally, but she does.

He doesn’t know what to do with that. He sends her on missions with some of his more trusted soldiers. He has her train people. He fights her, over and over and over again.

He doesn’t know how to thank her, when she brings back his people from missions gone so wrong that he can’t imagine anyone would have survived without her.

It happens thrice, and then he drags her to his rooms and shoves a drink in her hand, and asks her how he could possibly repay her.

“I know you won’t take a monetary bonus, so what?”

She tilts her head, eyes half-mast, and stares at him.

He waits.

Finally, Fulcrum says, “I know you don’t have the manpower to take the Hutts.”

Obviously. Jango waits, still. She eventually relents.

“The Republic could, theoretically, but they’re not willing to impact their citizen’s lives; they’d rather just throw Jedi at the problem,” she muses, playing with the glass of her drink, rocking it back and forth and around with a single finger on the rim. “The Hutts are immensely powerful and cover an insane amount of galactic territory. Mandalore is still busy with internal problems.”

He’s aware.

She meets his eyes. She smiles. It’s a little empty. “Zygerria, on the other hand…”

He sucks in a breath, harsh and cold.

Zygerria is smaller. They used to be a massive operation, but the Republic—the Jedi, really—ripped up the entire mess by the roots a long time ago. What they’ve cobbled together since is less than a ghost of the empire they once had.

It’s a greater ghost than Mandalore, though.

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Chapter Seven of Five Peggats Each

Prior Chapters: [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] [Six]

Summary: Months after the Rako Hardeen incident, the Council sends two of their best generals together on a mission meant to repair their damaged friendship. Luckily, Anakin and Obi-Wan will have a lot of time to do just that while imprisoned on a planet in the outer rim with no one but each other for company.

Characters: [For this chapter] Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sheeve Palpatine, Padmé Amidala (in memories), Miraj Scintel (in memories), original characters for nefarious purposes only

Warnings: [For the below excerpt] graphic noncon, somnophilia, sex with a Zygerrian... which involves fur? idk. [For the fic] graphic noncon, graphic violence, severe resultant mental illness (Note: Comprehensive list of warnings are listed in the notes at the end of chapter one.)

Anakin is briefly nudged out of a deep slumber as he feels someone untying his boots. He blinks, languidly, his eyes blurry and his mouth crusty. Yawning, he decides it’s Padmé. Based on the headache he has, he must have overdone the wine at her apartment. The muscles in his shoulders throb, so he must have overdone a battle, too. Someone whispers his name. It doesn’t really register.  “Th’nks,” he murmurs to his wife who is sweet to take care of him.  The next thing that wakes him are hands slipping under his robes and grazing against his upper chest. They should be Padmé’s, but they’re not. The palms are covered in something fuzzy, and the nails are a bit too sharp and not in the manicured way. Also, something smells horrible. Like a hosed-down anooba shaking out its wet fur. Groaning, Anakin rolls away from the stench, and sharp, claw-like nails dig into his collarbone. Oh. It’s Her. Anakin’s heart skips a beat, or two, or three. It’s better if She thinks he’s asleep. If She thinks he’s asleep, then She won’t make him touch Her or kiss Her or fuck Her. And if he really is asleep, then he won’t remember whatever She does to him. Even though it sounds wrong, too deep, too masculine, Her voice purrs in approval as She scopes out his upper chest. Then She unbuckles his belt, and tugs at his trousers until they’re slipping off his sore ankles. Go to sleep, he tells himself, sternly. But he can’t. His shoulders hurt. His flesh wrist aches. She must have tied him up again. It’s stupid when She does this because She doesn’t need to. They both know that he is Hers. “Anakin," someone whispers, "wake up." It's Obi-Wan’s voice, but Anakin doesn’t want to wake up. He wants to sleep. He wants to dream. He wants to pretend it’s Padmé tugging open his robes one by one until the flesh of his chest and abdomen are completely bare. He wants the illusion of Padmé's hands caressing his ribs and waist and thighs, not Hers.  “Anakin,” Obi-Wan hisses.  Obi-Wan isn’t even supposed to be here. Obi-Wan is supposed to be with the rest of the Togrutan people, toiling away in the slave processing facility on Kadavo. Ahsoka is here, somewhere, in a cage, but Obi-Wan is with Rex, both of them are suffering, and that’s why he has to—wait. Oh. Oh no. Obi-Wan is a slave processing facility on Kadavo, and Anakin has known this entire time, and he’s done nothing. His eyes shoot open and he jolts upward.  [link to chapter 7]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi & CT-7567 | Rex

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, Helix the Clone Medic (SWModdy), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Plo Koon, Original Clone Character(s), Original Characters, CT-6116 | Kix, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano

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Series: Part 5 of Dark Star

Summary:

When the mission on Zygerria inevitably goes wrong, help comes from an unexpected corner.

See below for my casting choices:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13917137/52/Clouded-by-the-Dark-Side-The-Chosen-Twins-Book-3

https://www.wattpad.com/1239774727-clouded-by-the-dark-side-chapter-50-mission-to

It is only between God and me how much I love zygerrians. I love drama that contains strong social inequality and the ways it could be defeated or changed. Or not.

Maybe it is just my craving for contrasts between characters. Or just for angst and drama with some drop of hopelessness.

ANYWAY.

I want to see them more in sw, good or bad.

(just gimme damn evil... cat-like creatures!!1111)

Obi-Wan sporting Ahsoka’s slave outfit from the Zygerria Arc.