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runekirikjartan · 2 years
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made some art for @voices-of-my-brothers look at these memey lil men!!
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apocalyp-tech-a · 8 months
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Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love! 💖💖
(if you've already done this, feel free to ignore, unless you wanna do it again 😉)
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Hmm...well I have to start out with 1. An Unusual Alliance I guess. It all started in August of 2021 with Tech in his bodysuit in an Imperial Star Destroyer prison cell. *feels nostalgic* It's a 250K word literary masterpiece. 🤣🤣🤣 Kidding about that, but not about it being one of my favorites and not just because it was my first Bad Batch story. It also has angst, humor, and heart. And a slowburn with Tech, what's not to like? 2. Refresher My Memory from Tech-ology Volume I. I still can't get over the hilarity of the title, and it was a fun story, too. 3. Apocalyptech. Now this is a very artistically written piece, pushing the boundaries of my brand of narrative storytelling, and it's full of emotion. Also where I got my tumblr name from. Hoping to work on it again soon. 4. A Regular Meadow from my Tech-ology Volume I. The title means something, but you'd have to read it to find out. It's a simple story, but very thoughtful. I just really like it. Hmmm....it's so hard to limit to just 5... but kind of a tie between a few, but I'll say 5. An Interview With A Clonetrooper. Hoping to get working on it now that AUA is done. It's going to be my next big thing hopefully, chapter wise that is.
Thank you for the ask @dragonrider9905 !!! 💜💜💜
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castlevader · 2 years
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I saw you wanted requests so I'm like 😳. Since the clones are the love of my life, what about a clone (you can pick whoever) finding a jedi reader who's thinking about leaving the order because of the war? Idk if it's a good prompt but it's the best I got that isn't the reader being a clonetrooper, which I think would be really interesting too lol.
hello haha ! thank you for sending one tho, i think that would be something that happened but we just hadn’t have the chance to see it. i’m sure that a bunch of jedi were against the war and they just wanted to leave the order because they started to think it wasn’t as it used to be (if that makes sense) so yeah, it’s a good prompt if you ask me haha so i tried my best to write something about it (i’m super sorry if this is shorter than expected and if this sucks lmao)
PAIRING: captain rex x jedi!reader (gn)
WARNINGS: clone war matters, as the previous request i tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible and reader’s pronouns are they/them, not proofread, idk if there’s more lemme know
WORD COUNT: 790
A/N: if you wanna send a request check my pinned post and the guidelines post first <3
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“rex, try to find a right place to have a look at that separatist camp” general skywalker was looking at it with his macrobinoculars. “yessir.” rex turned around and started looking for a sort of hill to give a higher look at the camp, to identify all the possible threats before attacking.
he noticed the other jedi sent on a mission with anakin, general y/n y/s/n. you were talking with your battalion’s captain and rex saw a pair of clones leaving you alone. something about the whole situation was strange, you looked distressed and maybe… scared?
“is everything alright, general y/s/n?” rex came closer and tried to play it cool. you turned quickly towards him and tried to hide whatever emotion was showing on your face. “of course, captain.. rex, right? i sent some of my men to make sure we’re safe here while general skywalker’s men look for a better place to spy on the camp.” you put your hand on the hilt of your lightsaber, secured to your belt.
“men, yeah.” he muttered, a bit surprised you referred to his brothers using the word men. “well, i thought that hill would be a perfect spot, why don’t you check on it with me?” rex wasn’t used to talk with another jedi like that, out of anakin of course.
you nodded and started by his side, reaching the hill. “it’s rough, isn’t it?” his voice startled you a bit, given that he kept silence the whole time. “what?” you asked, confused. “all of this.” his words caught you by surprise, but you tried to hide it.
“i think this is a perfect spot, we can contact anakin and tell him to move the troops here.” you changed the subject, but rex wasn’t having any of it. he made you contact with his general tho, waiting for the perfect moment to talk with you again.
you were around the same age as anakin, a jedi knight for a few months, it was one of your first times with a whole battalion all for you. but you felt like the war was changing the jedi order too, you were becoming more and more disenchanted and you felt it wasn’t your place anymore.
“rex, i feel a disturbance in the force. i’ll go check, you stay here and wait for anakin. if i’m not coming back, just tell him to go on with the attack as planned. my troops will follow his orders too.” you pulled up the hood of your jedi robes and started walking away.
“you’re not coming back, are you?” you stopped in your track, clenching your jaw. “that’s what you told your men, to follow my general’s orders because you’re leaving. but at what cost?” you slowly turned around and looked at him. “at what cost?” you repeated. “yes, general. you’re leaving your men, now they will follow general skywalker, but tomorrow? did you tell ‘em you’re leaving for ever?” he crossed his arms, showing clearly that he had no problem in confronting you.
“no, captain. that’s none of your business, you’d never understand because you were born for this, this is your purpose in life!” you were getting closer, pointing your finger at him. “but i.. i’m a jedi! jedi are peace keepers and we try to avoid conflict at all costs, so is it really our place to guide troops around the galaxy to fight in a war? many of my fellow jedi died because of this kriffing war so, no captain! that’s not your place to judge my choice of leaving, like it wouldn’t for general skywalker or any other jedi.”
“you shouldn’t leave like this.” that’s all rex could say, understanding it was something bigger than himself. “you should wait, fight with your men and come back with them. you should wait to leave.” you sighed at his words and thought that maybe he was right about that.
“we’re here!” it was anakin’s voice, coming from behind you. “i think we should divide in different groups and attack from different directions, so we– wait, what’s going on?” anakin got closer and saw your expression and then looked at rex. “nothing, sir. the general was scolding me because my idea would have put in danger most of our men.” you were glad rex came up with a lie, so you quickly replied to make it more real. “nevertheless i understand your point, captain. it’d have saved our time, but not our troops. that’s it.” you said before excusing yourself and have a talk with your captain. “then we’ll use my plan, i guess?!” general skywalker called after you, you nodded and he smiled satisfied.
rex was right. you couldn’t leave your men like this.
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summary: As an equal member (Y/n) fights side by side with Clone Force 99, even though she is force sensitive. The clones have adopted her as their ad‘ika. But a dark shadow comes upon the galaxy as well as the squad.
request: Because Crosshair nearly snipped down my adopted by a clonetrooper child ( yes the child decided to become a clonetrooper ans the GAR let her ) and this child happens to be force sensitive. That’s what I’m looking for a fix where crosshair nearly order 66 a kid that looks up to him like the uncle he is. Give me sad. Give me angst ~ @dara-kell
pairings: Crosshair x Child!Reader, Echo, Tech, Hunter, Wrecker
warnings: angsty angst, ORDER 66, blood, injury, a child soldier!?
words: 1253
MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES
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Execute Order 66.
A thick cloud of terrible thoughts fogs Crosshairs mind. The helmet he is wearing feels heavier than ever and almost suffocates him. His otherwise steady hands start to shake.
There is no other way. Good soldiers follow orders. He has to fulfil the order.
The other members of the Bad Batch, his brothers, continue to walk as if they haven‘t heard the order. Their ad‘ika (Y/n) is with them, holding onto Echos human hand. She is the first to notice Crosshairs absence. Her innocent eyes set on his shaking form and the sniper can feel them pierce through his armor. All of a sudden he rips the helmet from his head and takes a deep breath of fresh air.
"Cross?", her soft voice reaches his ears. She takes a step forward, but Echo holds her back. It’s not that he doesn‘t trust his brother with his life, but he can see Crosshairs finger wander to the trigger of his rife. Slowly the sniper raises his weapon.
Good soldiers follow orders.
The brown eyes of Crosshair scan (Y/n)s small form. Although she is wearing the same armor as the other members of Clone Force 99, there is no helmet protecting her head. But something inside Crosshair, the real Cross and (Y/n)s protector, stops him from shooting right in her face. This would destroy her innocence and cuteness. So he aims at the weakest spot of her armor - her collarbone.
Once again his name leaves her lips and then the sniper pulls the trigger. For a second he closes his eyes, avoiding seeing her lifeless body fall to the ground. But then he opens them and all his hesitation as well as pity is gone.
On time Echo managed to pull their ad‘ika aside and the blaster only grazed her cheek. Blood runs from the injury and tears follow, not because of her pain but the betrayal.
While Echo and Tech stay with (Y/n), Hunter and Wrecker run towards their brother. The Sergeant raises both his hands to show Cross he means no harm. But Wrecker stares at the sniper with so much anger in his eyes, at least he just tried to kill their little girl. They vowed to protect her at all cost, above all because she is force sensitive.
“Cross? What were you thinking?“, Hunter asks and stops a few feet in front of his brother. Their eyes meet but Crosshairs gaze is hollow and almost glazed. He has no answer for his Sergeant.
“Take her back to the ship!“, Hunter commands as he watches the sniper take a look at (Y/n). Both hands clutch the rife tighter. And there is no emotion in his expression.
“We have to comply. We have to kill her!“ That are the last words (Y/n) hears from her once loyal uncle before she gets dragged to the Havoc Marauder by Tech and Echo. Once in a while on their way she stops to look back, to look for Crosshair. But her never followed them.
Finally, they reach their ship. While Tech prepares everything for their departure, Echo carries their ad‘ika to her cot. There he drapes a blanket over her shaking form and starts collecting everything he needs to treat her wound. On his search he encounters Wreckers tooka doll and soon places it in (Y/n)s arms.
Like a true warrior (Y/n) lets Echo take care of her injury. From time to time she flinches but that‘s all she does. She is silent, too silent. Her mind is working hard on Crosshairs treason. No matter with what argument (Y/n) comes up, none of them make any sense. Why would her beloved uncle try to kill her? Doesn‘t he love her anymore? What happened to the sniper who was always at her side, who was always cuddling her to sleep?
Before Echo can encourage the little girl, Hunter and Wreckers heavy steps echo through the ship. Against Echos protest, (Y/n) jumps from her bed and towards the hatch of the ship, Lula in her left hand.
Hunters eyes widen the moment he senses the little girl coming towards them. He and Wrecker are carrying the unconscious Crosshair between them, each of his arms wrapped around their shoulders. (Y/n) stares at them shocked but also frightened.
“Hey, little one“, Hunter greets their adopted child and kneels down, letting Wrecker take their brother in a separate room. Despite Hunter being directly in front of (Y/n), her eyes follow Cross until he is out of sight. “Don‘t worry. He will soon be the old grumpy Crosshair again.“
“Why did he shoot me?“, (Y/n) asks with a shaky voice and takes the hand Hunter is extending. He feels warm and comforting. His free hand touches the skin under her injury. There is still a bit of blood on her face.
“To be honest, ad‘ika, we all got the command to execute the order 66. Whereas none of us understood what to do, Cross somehow knew. He said something about a betrayal of the Jedi and because you are...“, Hunter tries to explain but the tears in (Y/n)s eyes make it almost impossible for him to think straight. So he stops mid sentence and pulls the girl in a comforting hug. She sobs in his neck.
Some time passes where (Y/n) stays in the Sergeants arms and cries. He passes her to Wrecker who lays down with her while the ship jumps into hyperspace. Even though (Y/n) falls asleep in the arms of her huge uncle and with Lula pressed against her chest, she wakes up soon. A sound from another room wakes her.
Carefully (Y/n) leaves the shared bedroom of the Bad Batch and starts looking for the source of the sound. Soon she finds their closet where they usually keep their weapons. But the thing is: all the weapons are laying scattered around in the corridor. Then there is a muffled scream coming from inside so (Y/n) opens the door and faces the image of a chained Crosshair.
“What are you doing here?“, Cross asks derogatorily and with a rougher voice than normally. One of his hands is cuffed to a pipe. His wrist is already blue and purple because he is pulling desperately at the handcuff. But this sight doesn‘t stop (Y/n) from entering and walking closer to her uncle.
“Why did you do this?“, (Y/n) asks and points to the grazing shot which is patched up by small plasters. As Crosshair looks at what he did to his little girl, a wave of emotions overruns him. He has to close his eyes.
“Good soldier follow orders“, Cross whispers again and again and presses his free hand to the right side of his head. It hurts. His head hurts. But then all of a sudden all the pain seems gone because (Y/n) wraps her arms around her uncle. He could kill her easily now. But he doesn‘t want to.
“Go away, ad‘ika! I could kill you!“, the sniper screams anxiously and tries to push (Y/n) away, but she is holding too tightly onto him. He is surprised by how much the little one still trusts him. At least he tried to kill her only hours ago.
“I‘m so sorry“, Cross whimpers into (Y/n)s hair and wraps his free arm around the girl. She should not forgive him this easily, nor trust him ever again. But she does. Because he is family.
“It‘s okay, uncle Cross. Now I‘m as cool as Wolffe or Cody with my new scar!“
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rubykgrant · 4 years
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(This started on a different post, but I wanted to talk about more stuff, so I’m putting it here)
The entire new trio was done so wrong, but Poe in particular should have gotten to shine as the character who unites people, somebody who has been in the resistance from the beginning and is a survivor who knows battle strategy, but ALSO is a natural peace-maker and diplomat, like he almost doesn’t even notice because he sees it as just making friends with everybody everywhere he goes, but he is naturally intuitive of a person’s needs, he’s compassionate, and he’s thoughtful enough to be able to explain how things can be different, imagine if various evil groups in the galaxy hated Poe because he kept BEFRIENDING half their members who just go and join his side, and on top of that he’s impossible to kill, he’s been in countless explosions and crash-landings, but he’s always fine, and if he could have gotten his OWN Force Awakening, Poe could have been the guy who has a natural empathic link to the Force, he can see how good and evil flows through everybody (but he doesn’t even realize this is the Force, he just figured he was really good at reading body-language and vocal-signals), and what he does isn’t a “mind trick”, he doesn’t manipulate people in any way, but he knows exactly how to offer somebody a choice to change the path they are on, they still have to choose it themselves, and since Poe is also naturally charismatic, people usually make the right choice. The guy could have been the spiritual successor to both Han, Leia, and even Padme; he’s got that adventurous streak, he knows how to deal with dangerous situations and shady characters, he knows how to talk his way out of almost anything, he sees the big picture, he ultimately values cooperation and understands when it is time to compromise and when it is time to take a stand without backing down. Poe could have been the guy who stands up in front of a crowd, full of millions of different beings who have been on different sides of a war none of them started, and explained to them that it was time for peace, and he would be ready to take on the responsibilities that followed
OK, that was my Poe rant, now y’all read for this? (that sports jam music plays, you know the one)
Finn! This character was, initially, so amazing interesting and the intro of him was PERFECT. We have this Stormtrooper guy show so much empathy and inner struggle just in the first few minutes of existing! I mean, the Stormtroopers have not been taking off their helmets in any of the originals, we find out the originally the armor was for Clonetroopers, the whole system is for them to be faceless and expendable, never question the authority of the empire or have any personal motivations (they don’t get payed, they don’t get rewards, they just do their jobs and hope that they don’t get killed by the rebels or one of their leaders in a bad mood), but here is Finn showing us that NO, that isn’t true. He’s a real person, they are ALL real people, and as a person he is going to make choice about his life. This guy should have gotten to be half of the Jedi successors. He should have discovered he was most definitely Force sensitive, and he should have had his own visions about finding Luke, because he was a intuitive pull toward the Light. Finn would be under the impression that he was to do something to earn this, that he has to prove himself, but eventually he is reassured that he is ALREADY good enough, in fact he can’t be more good if he tried. He was not meant to be a cookie-cutter soldier, he was not meant to be a weapon for a cause he doesn’t believe in, he was meant to be a Jedi, and he does not have to doubt himself as one. Any anger he might feel is justified, he doesn’t have to worry about that making him “slip”. Finn can reach out and feel the conflict within people, the way Luke could sense the conflict within his father, but in a more resolute and defined way. He can see the path of events that lead to what is happening, and he knows exactly when to forgive and who should be blamed. Expanding on this, he can see how to go forward. Imagine Finn walking away from a taunting enemy, not because he’s “too afraid to fight”, but because he KNOWS that he’ll win, and he doesn’t need to waste his time. Finn, who had been stolen and trapped, is now free and in control. He wins by either rescuing his enemies and turning them into allies, or by simply side-stepping anything they try to throw at him, and finally by being able to defeat them. He’s the mirror to Luke, when Luke truly WAS the last Jedi (I’m talking at the end of Return), but also the combination of Obi Wan and Kwi Gon Jinn; the will to do good in the face of fear, the calm confidence, but with freedom from the rules that inadvertently destroyed the Jedi, and an emotional courage that is all his own. He would be an amazing new teacher of young Jedi, creating an environment where children would feel safe, a sense of unity while remaining unique individuals, and receive guidance without being suppressed
And now we have... Rey! We already know she had a sensitivity to the Force, she was able to walk through it a river, sometimes going with the flow and sometimes fighting the current. No change needed for the most part... but imagine she has no “genetic” ties to the Force. This was not an inherited gift from some relative, this isn’t a power that is passed-down in her family. It is just her. Amazing, and all her own. Unlike the other two in the trio, she has been alone. Poe lost his family, but was surrounded by love of an extended one. Finn was stolen from his family, thrown into a crowded group yet isolated. Rey was abandoned, and for most of her life, never managed to find a new connection with anybody. When she discovers that she’s special, she can’t imagine how to use this as gain for HERSELF, her first thought is how to be useful to OTHERS. If there is any personal gain in it, there is only the idea that by being useful, people will want her around. Imagine Rey seeing her new friends stand beside her, reassuring her that she means something to them in an emotional sense, not just as a means to an end. If she was not able to use these powers, they would still love her. It isn’t the powers that they are amazed by, it is the fact that she uses them to do the most good that she can. She understands loneliness and how quickly that can turn into a deep hatred for yourself and life, and she has always pulled herself up from that deep sinking pit. Now she has companions who reach out and offer to help her. Rey is the other half of the Jedi successors, and yes, she is indeed able to touch the Dark. It is not her weakness, and it is not her weapon, it is her shield. The Dark is not going to corrupt her, and she won’t use it to destroy others, but to try and break through the darkness to hurt her would require being able to face the darkness in yourself and fully admit what you truly are, which is not something many are able to do. Especially not the villains, who claim that their evil ways are actually righteous (which is a self-serving lie), or think that simply being evil openly is actually a form of strength (to truly know that what you are doing is “wrong”, you would also know that you can’t win). Rey isn’t evil, she isn’t sinister, and she doesn’t turn into a twisted monster. Rey is, at her core, kind. Even when she fights, her motivation is kindness for those who would be harmed without her intervention. Her kindness isn’t indifferent or passive, it is powerful and has direction. Fighting might sound like a “violent” act, but to do nothing while innocents are killed would be truly heartless. Finn inherits Luke’s Blue Lightsaber, and Rey inherits a Red one. They are both Jedi, and a new age of what that means; it is simply people who are attuned to the Force, no longer rejected anybody who in the depths of the darkness. Rey knows how to pull people up from it, and isn’t afraid of diving deep into herself for this power. Rey finds herself in the middle of not a small group, but several large groups of people, all who see her as a person. They trust her, and they allow her to take her own time to heal, to find peace, to enjoy things in life she never experienced. She had once been thrown away, and all she could have hoped for was to be “needed”... but she is WANTED, she will never be forgotten, she will never be lost. Her Red Lightsaber represents every single Jedi who ever fell, because Rey got back up
Kyle Ben does not exist
There, I fixed Star Wars
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txeshdowofdathomir · 3 years
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SAM WITWER // have you met DARTH MAUL yet? HE is a 52 year old CIS MALE ZABRAK. they’re originally from DATHOMIR and now show loyalty to THE UNALLIGNED. they are best known for being a FORMER SITH LORD, and i hear they’re pretty INTELLIGENT yet also OBSESSIVE at times; i hope they survive the galactic civil war. (INDY, 19, EST, THEY/THEM)
the past
maul was born on dathomir during the height of the galactic republic to the nightmother talzin leader of the nightsisters a group of dark side user’s native to the planet. at a young age maul noticing the young zabrak’s potential as a small child was stolen from his mother and his family by none other then the sith lord darth sidious who trained him to be a weapon powered by sheer hatred for the jedi. he was forged into a warrior who began to excel in using the dark side of the force 
eventually when his training was complete he was anointed darth maul by his master and was sent on his first mission as a sith lord revealing himself to the jedi as the first sith seen in a millennium. with his master’s command and plan in place he was on the verge of becoming one of the most powerful being’s in the galaxy 
killing the jedi master qui-gon jinn maul could taste victory until he was struck by the padawan kenobi and cut in half with the only thing keeping the zabrak alive being pure hatred and a will to live unlike any other as he reconstructed his body with scrap metal in order to keep himself alive 
on the edge of sanity as he ran around like a rat in the dark maul was eventually rescued from his fate of madness by his brother savage oppress. who returned him to his mother where robotic legs were grafted onto his body with the dark side of the force’s help and his mind was restored 
as soon as he had recovered maul took his brother as his apprentice in an attempt to draw the man who had wronged him now a jedi master into a fight with him. killing the innocent in a play to strike him down but sadly the jedi master eluded kenobi once again managing to escape with the help of a pirate by the name of hondo who managed to save the jedi and caused men he had hired to turn on him 
in a final attempt to grab power maul successfully siezed the throne of mandalore from pre vizla managing to secure the throne of mandalore and the darksaber becoming a crime lord who secured his shadow collective 
finally siezing victory maul was ready to take the galaxy for his own until he was attacked by his old master who killed his brother and captured him to torture him before maul was able to escape and eventually sieze his place as the leader of mandalore once again 
soon after he had retaken mandalore however maul was attacked by the former jedi ashoka tano and her allies in the form of bo-katan kryze and clonetroopers who took the fight to maul with ashoka tano defeating him in battle.
capturing the former sith lord mandalore was retaken shortly before order 66 with maul being locked in a prison designed to hold him. eventually order 66 was executed however and maul was freed by tano in an attempt to make a distraction which he took as a chance to escape 
on the run the sith lord eventually founded his own crime syndicate by the name of crimson dawn which he used as an oppurtunity to sieze power in the underworld throughout the galaxy.
however his desire for revenge proved to strong and eventually he found himself on the planet of malachor where he found himself searching for an old sith weapon. running into a young jedi padawan by the name of ezra bridger his master and tano he was forced into a reluctant alliance against the empire working with them before he eventually tried to take ezra as his apprentice and blinded kanan in the process before he ran from malachor with a sith holocron
using this holocron with the help of ezra bridger to find his old enemy obi wan kenobi guiding the young jedi ezra to the planet in an attempt to protect kenobi.Maul eventually hunted for him there until he was eventually defeated by Kenobi realizing that kenobi was protecting the chosen one dying with some form of peace.
the present 
maul has found himself awake in a strange desert awaking from his death surrounded by sand on all side’s with his mind drifting towards chaos. attempting to find out what has happened since his death maul has chosen to learn before he chooses a side in this conflict but before he can do that he must regain his sanity in the wake of his third death 
personality traits
maul is a powered by hatred and a desire to dominate other’s wanting to sieze power for himself in the most efficient way he can being a master maniuplator knowing how to pull at the heart strings and emotion’s of enemies and allies alike 
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zenosanalytic · 4 years
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THE SACRED TEXTS!
I’ve been watching the 2008 Clone Wars series lately, mostly cuz I feel like it’s relevant cultural info I ought to have(I avoided it at the time cuz it looked Not Great[and I resented Tartakovsky not being involved after he knocked it out of the park with the CW shorts]), and I gotta say there’s just allot in the first season that annoys me (:T
The few highlights:
Ahsoka’s a good character(though I wish she had a more practical fighting style)
Trespass was a legit good episode, though the twist should have been that the Pantoran Chairman had been waging a secret war of extermination against the Talz for years(espcl in light of them choosing South African accents for the Pantorans, which was a nice touch for suggesting nothing was on the up-and-up), and that getting a clone outpost on the planet was either an attempt to draw the Republic into supporting it, and/or an attempt to recoup from a really bad turn the war had taken for the Pantorans. It would have also been a great way to show the corrupting nature of war if they’d gone further and had the Separatists backing up or arming the Talz in the conflict; that the necessities of war were pushing the Jedi to back the bad guys(so building on the ideas presented in the opening “movie” where they teamed up with Jabba to secure their outer rim supply lines).
The handling of the clonetroopers Slaps, even from the start(though, again, why do they never take cover and constantly shoot from the hip? Why do they fight like idiots?? Why does EVERYONE in this show Fight like an Idiot???)
I like the expansion of Amidala’s character
I like the fleshing out of Anakin’s Whole Deal. The constant combat, the isolation, and clone churn(the repetition of befriending and losing clone troopers) really drives home how the war has simultaneously limited some aspects of his training(emotional control, discipline, empathy), over-emphasized others(combat, using the force as a weapon), and also exacerbated his already present, and understandable, emotional issues. It could be better done, of course, but what’s here is interesting
The implication is already there since there are no non-humans in the Republic fleet or military, but I’d replace more of the clone navy officers with humans, just to make it more obvs that Palpatine’s using the war to shift the Republic in a Human Supremacist direction. Heck even better: at the start of the series, have diverse crew, but as it(and the war) goes on, replace them with more clones and levies/volunteers from Coruscant(you could use the eps featuring attacks of Coruscant as a springboard for this, to draw the parallel with sept 11th more firmly). It’s ok as it is, but having the clones be 99.9% of navy staff(srsl I think Admiral Yularen’s the only non-clone I’ve seen so far) kinda obscures what’s going on, and a kids show needs to be more explicit abt this sort of stuff.
Cad Bane’s a good character, and one of the rare examples of a successfully written “smart” character. I wish his accent/voice was different tho; it’s very “conventional star wars villain”, even down to the mechanical buzz in his voice, and obvsl there’s a vague unexamined ableism to that.
Im not going to make a similar list of the things I dont like about it cuz there’s just A Lot. A few particular bad things tho: I wasn’t surprised by how stilted the writing was, but I was surprised at how spotty the voice-acting could be in the first season(there’s plenty of good stuff, but plenty of bad too). Idk if it’s intentional as a character trait or something but Anakin tends to over-enunciate, espcl stops(ts and ds mostly), and espcl-espcl at the end of words, and it Kind of Drove me Nuts |:| The fights and swordwork obvls. The endless racist caricatures(tho they managed to avoid whole-hog in Storm over Ryloth by not giving the fleet commander the usual ~asian~ r, w, and l pronunciations). Ahsoka’s appropriately a hothead, but I dont think they established well enough that Anakin was influencing her in that direction(in fact, the few eps there were focusing on their teacher-student relationship tended to have him pushing her to be more cautious and disciplined).
Anyway on to season 2! The big thing I will say for it is that, despite it’s many and large problems, Clone Wars has lots of good ideas, characters, and characterization in it. It’s a REALLY good springboard for reimaging or rewriting itself, so I can see why it’s fans generally seem so active and enthusiastic.
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OC Asks: ALL OF THEM! HA!
1. Softest hair—They probably don’t have competitions, but Dani or Meglann. Wavy or curly. Dani probably pays more attention.
2. Most time on physical appearance—Nola, when she wore the power suits—that Handmaiden upbringing. Dani’s is so natural; Meglann probably doesn’t care too much. Of course, Ahsoka has accused Covenant of having more beauty products than other characters. He does tend to wear business suits a lot, though it is another mask.
3. Prettiest eyes—Dani, hands down. They are a shade of dark purple, described by another character as ‘royal purple.’ They of course turn to black (‘obsidian’) when she experiences strong emotion.
Runner up: Talle, the daughter (actually a clone) of Drop, a Null-ARC, and Elle Jaquindo, a Jedi. She has one dark blue (almost navy blue) and one dark amber eye.
Not really the ‘prettiest,’ but a lot of other characters remember Croft (or Covenant, depending on where in the timeline) by his eyes. It might be because, except for those who are very close, they might be the one thing about his face they remember.
4. Physically strongest/physically fit—Drop, naturally. Covenant does have the Force, when it works. They all keep in shape, given the lives they lead.
5. What scars/birthmarks do your OCs have? Haven’t really described birthmarks, but there are lots of scars. They tend to get hurt a lot.
Croft: Most of these happened with five minutes in a fight on Kamino during Order 66:
Most visible: Three scars on his forehead. The topmost goes from center to left side of forehead, the next is about a centimeter below, going to the right. The third is above his right eyebrow crossing up to the other two, forming almost a three armed abstract star. Given to him by a scared clone wielding his master’s lightsaber after she was killed, not very deep because the cadet was unskilled and Croft was wearing a clonetrooper helmet.
The clone also managed to thrust the saber into his right hip. Final one is an almost devastating blaster wound from a heavy rotary blaster that struck him as he jumped from Tipoca City. Bacta managed to knit together the joint and muscles, but couldn’t do much for the scarring. Got a few others, since then, but he has gotten better at ducking and evading.
Dani: Has a lightsaber wound from Asajj Ventress. She jumped in front of it when Ventress was about to kill her boss and unacknowledged father, Draq’ Bel Iblis, on Corellia, just before the Clone War began. Ventress was being forced back by blaster fire, causing her to pull the blow. It’s a relatively shallow cut, from right shoulder to lower left part of the back. The saber skipped over her spine. Still, required a night in bacta to heal the muscles, the scar remained.
There are serious emotional scars for them as well. Mostly from losses associated with the Clone War and the Empire.
6. Best laugh—Dani wins again. She’s been described as having a musical laugh. Although, she did earn the nickname of Snork (from a popular children’s holo, Snork and Doof) from her cousin, after the devious Ugnaught character, because she tended to snort when she laughed as a child. (She of course, says she got the nickname because she was the natural leader, as opposed to the pliable Wookiee character, Doof—given to her cousin.)
7. Gives best hugs—They all agree—Meglann. She has mastered the Ahsoka Tano attack hug.
8. Most physically affectionate—Hard one. They all are pretty physically affectionate, with one exception.
9. Most touch averse—Ano Lessi. Riyo’s slicer. Doesn’t like to touch or be touched, would rather communicate with text than voice. She has gotten very close to Phygus Baldrick, the other slicer, professional troll. They have learned to make it work.
10. Fastest, most agile—Definitely not Croft. Even as a Jedi with Force sprints, he was fairly slow. Nobody beats Ahsoka in this, but not an OC. I would say that Meglann might be the fastest. Dani’s not bad, though she prefers to dive in and start fighting.
11. Hot weather—Definitely Dani or Nola. Dani grew up on Zeltros, had to adapt a bit to colder weather on Corellia. Nola just hates the cold.
12. Cold weather—Covenant or Meglann, her being from Aldera and the mountains.
13. Favorite physical activity—hehe. Seriously, most of them are too busy for anything other than keeping in fighting shape. Dani was a champion boloball (soccer) and greenputt (golf) in college, still can kick ass at it. Croft can play greenputt, but a certain Toby Keith song comes to mind (without the Force). Nola is a speederbike racer, with the two dozen participation trophies to prove it (although she has one third-place, when the third-place finisher was shown to be cheating). They all like sparring, in various martial arts—mostly one called the Corellian Laughing Murder.
14. Tallest OC: Draq’ Bel Iblis, the Dragon of Corellia—Corellia’s spymaster, and Dani’s father. He’s only 6’4, as Bail Organa (6’6) frequently reminds him. Runners up: Drop, a Null-ARC, possibly from someone else’s genetic material than Jango is 6’3. Nola Vorserrie is 6’2.
15. Shortest—Thittan, a new character, half-human, half-Falleen, is about 3’5. Phygus Baldrick is 4’4. Dani is 5’2, which is strange, as her people are usually tall and her father is Draq’ Bel Iblis. Meglann is kind of in the middle, 5’7 or so.
16. OC with physical handicap/weakness. I don’t know if these actually count. Many of the wounds described above will take their toll on them. A story in the Rebels era, shows that Croft (by that time going by his birthname, Jame Blackthorn), needs recurring medical treatments for his hip and shoulder to have full use of them. Another character will soon be in a chapter set forward in TFA era who has lost use of her arm due to a wound incurred over Scarif (not yet portrayed yet, but alluded to).
There is also the issue of Croft’s spotty Force sense. He lost it completely after the combination of the head trauma on Kashyyyk and the emotional trauma of Order 66, for about a year. He then seems to have lost it, though it intermittently returns, after he gave some of his Force energy to help heal Ahsoka after she couldn’t heal in bacta because she had already built up a type of toxin from so much bacta use in the six months before. There is some evidence that a particular skill that he had, one that he had used as a Jedi Shadow a few times may have had a bad affect on it. It comes and goes; he has had to adapt his fighting skills to it, although he can still sense Ahsoka most of the time.
17. Smell—They all smell like elderberries. +grins+. This is one that I haven’t given much thought about; probably should as it would help with descriptiveness. Croft—Brut or Hai Karate (showing my age here). No, probably something woodsy, from his background in the Hunt on Shili. Dani, something floral (maybe lavender) Nola, something a little spicy. Meglann—kind of a vanilla scent, with hints of breakfast food when she actively owned a diner. This is probably a work in progress. Suggestions?
18. Sleeping positions—usually piled on someone else… Croft sleeps on his back, or spoons when able. All seem to be champion spooners, except for Nola, who hogs the bed and covers.
19. Tells—Not really. Dani has the eyes turning dark and skin flushing deeper red when pissed off. Croft grows very quiet when angry. Nola crosses her arms, with a very definite no-bullshit tolerated look. Meglann usually tightens her grip on whatever cooking instrument is at hand. The eyeroll is effective and highly used for all of them.
20. Softest skin—Dani, most probably.
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Chapter One
   As far back as Ar'iabel Quinara can remember she's been training to be a Jedi. The Jedi are like her family, an extremely dysfunctional, highly unemotional family. So when she comes home to Coruscant from her visit to Filata, she finds herself content, if not a little worried, that is, until she sees the smoke rising from the roof of the Temple.
   The Jedi breaks into a sprint, slipping on the worn down soles her boots into the building. She smells the flesh, and she senses the great terror that was felt. It's as she enters the training room that she finds the dead, the Force sweeps through the air, giving her courage, and a slight idea as to what occured.
   Master Quinara surveys the bodies of the deceased younglings, and Jedi who happened to be in the temple. She calmly closes eyelids over the glassy eyes of the dead. Small fires burn around the room, causing the grey of her eyes to look almost as orange as her blades.
   Ar'iabel can sense as millions of her friends, no, family die at the hands of those who were once their friends. The Force provides her with a vision. She sees Master Yoda, Master Kenobi, and Senator Organa all together. A location appears in her subconscious, and, before she even realizes it, she's leaving the Temple, her home for the last two hundred, twenty-one years.
   Polis Massa, the name that keeps appearing in her subconscious. The name the Force is providing for her. She jumps back in her ship, and takes off from Coruscant, leaving her home for the final time.
   Master Quinara asks the Force for help in getting off planet undetected by the Clonetroopers, and, thankfully, the Force provides. She doesn't think she could go through with killing more of the people she holds most dear.
*Flashback*
   On the way home to Coruscant, after another successful transport mission, Ar'iabel lands her ship on a small planet, allowing the Clones to wander through the bustling market place. She had wandered away from the group of Clones, looking at various items, when she senses a shift in the emotions of her friends. Turning around, she spots Commander Raven lift his blaster. She reaches out with the Force, keeping her eyes on the Clone, feeling for any kind of danger that could be present. It's only when the blaster fires right at her, barely missing her as she ducks, that she knows something is wrong, not within the surrounding area, but the Clones. Leading the boys on chase to a more unpopulated area, she ignites her dual orange lightsabers.
   As each Clone rounds the final corner, blaster raised, finger on the trigger, she separates their torso's from their legs. She shoves the emotions that attempt to cloud her judgement to the back of her mind, knowing that she did everything that was necessary, but, deeply regretting her actions.
   Master Yoda's voice fills her mind, "Unavoidable, death is. A Jedi, you are. What you must, you did." She breathes out softly, rushing for her ship.
*Flashback End*
   Her ship lands softly, undetected on Polis Massa. She throws her senses fully into the Force, searching for the signatures she recognizes. She detects the powerful signature of Yoda, and follows it, keeping her senses in the Force, allowing it to guide her to her Master.
   Master Quinara nears the Medical Center, extracting herself from the Force, and the door slides open with a whoosh. She doesn't need to be fully absorbed in the Force, as she can now sense the presence of who are potentially the last two Jedi in existence. The door to the room is locked, clearly to keep enemies out, but, with a quick dip into the Spirit of the Cosmos. Ar'iabel focuses and the lock unhooks, the door sliding open.
   She's met with two lightsabers and a blaster, but, once recognition dons on the three, the weapons lower, but don't disappear.
   "Keen?" Master Kenobi questions.
   "Obi Wan, oh, thank the Force." her Coruscanti accent echoing through the chamber.
   "Happened to you, what has, hmmmm?"
   "Well, Master, I was with my Clones when they turned on me, and I," here she hesitates for the briefest of seconds, "I had to kill them. I went back to Coruscant, only to find the Temple in ruins. What happened?"
   If Obi Wan, Yoda, or Bail Organa notice the pause, or how she refers to her men as Clones, they make no comment. Rather, Obi Wan answers her question. "Palatine happened."
   When it's clear that Master Quinara is still confused, Yoda begins to elaborate.
   "Sith, he is. Fooled us, he has."
   "Not only that, he turned Anakin to the Dark Side."
   The air in the room suddenly turns stale in Keen's lungs. "Tal Gnosh, I should've kriffing seen this coming!"
   Her eyes finally drift to the window onto the operating room, "Is that Padme?"
   "Yes," Bail answers, "Apparently she and Anakin were–"
   The Senator is cut off by the Jedi, "Married, yes, I know."
   It's Obi Wan and Yoda's turn to be confused.
   "This is my fault, I should've told the counsel. Anakin came to me, shortly after he and Padme wed, asking for advice. He acted as though it wasn't he who married the Senator, but, lying was not his strong suit. I advised him to inform the Council and withdraw from the Order. Anakin refused to listen to me, going so far as to threaten me to not tell you. I should've seen the Dark Side taking him over, but, I failed him."
   "To blame, you are not."
   "I was with Anakin almost every day for the past few years, I should have seen the change. He really began to change after Ashoka left, she seemed to ground him."
   "No one's to blame, but Anakin and Palpatine," Senator Organa tells them. Before more can be said, crying is heard on the other side of the window. Padme names her son Luke, and her daughter Leia. That is the last act she makes on this plane of existence.
   Obi Wan takes Luke to Tatooine, his father's home planet, leaving him in the protection of his Uncle, and going to a life of hermit-hood in the sand dunes, to keep an eye on the child, and to keep him safe, to train him when he reaches the age.
   Bail Organa brings Leia to Alderaan. He and Breha will raise her as their own. Keep her safe, and unknown to Palpatine. Keeping the twins separate is safer for the galaxy, seeing as they are both extremely strong in the Force.
   Yoda leaves to Dagobah, a planet where no one will search for him. The world will believe Grand Master Yoda to be dead.
   Jedi Master Ar'iabel Quinara leaves Polis Massa herself choosing Lothal as a place to lay low, and fight this Empire in a small way, whilst still attempting to keep off their radar, and keep the Galaxy safe.
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anghraine · 7 years
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so in your rogue one au, how did the proposal happen? what's their marriage like?
Their marriage is basically … two troubled and uncommunicative people who love each other very much. 
So there’s a certain amount of confused flailing and a lot of emotional dependency (they could probably count on one hand the number of other people they trust), and when things go wrong between them they go really wrong. But there’s a deep bedrock of affinity and trust that keeps their relationship on a pretty even keel. Jyn, Cassian, and the Rebellion are all far better off for them being together.
As for the proposal:
“I think we should get married,” Jyn announced.
She tried to sound matter-of-fact about it. She felt matter-of-fact about it. And a little nervous, maybe—that was why she blurted it out as soon as she barged into Ice Chamber Exactly-the-Fuck-Like-All-the-Other-Ones, where Cassian was repairing Kaytoo.
Cassian’s hydrospanner didn’t drop, of course. But it went completely still in his grip. “What?”
“All of us?” said Kaytoo. “No. I might consider Cassian, but not you.”
She’d thought him still powered down. Or she would have, if she’d thought about him at all. It was almost a relief to fold her arms and scowl in his direction.
Maybe she was more than a little nervous.
“Do you even know what marriage is?” she demanded.
“The establishment and formalization of permanent association between individuals,” he said promptly, “which is legally binding and widely acknowledged. Often, but not always, the intended result is reproduction, though that is obviously untenable in this case.”
“All right, you know.” She squinted up at him. “But don’t jump to conclusions. I’ve cobbled droids together before. I could build a bunch of tiny KX units and Cassian could program them and you’d correct all the mistakes.”
“What is the purpose of a small KX unit?”
“Metaphorically tiny,” said Jyn. “They’d have to be around your size to properly terrorize stormtroopers.”
“Yes,” he said, mulling it over. “That would be satisfactory. However, I still do not wish to marry you, Jyn Erso.”
“But you’ll marry Cassian?”
“No,” decided Kaytoo. “I just find that prospect somewhat less distasteful.”
Very carefully, Cassian set down the hydrospanner. Jyn’s pulse, already thrumming a quick, shallow beat, pounded in her head and throat. Even her ears rang, and her chest hurt. She was going to deck anyone who called it romantic.
“What’s wrong with you, anyway?” she asked Kaytoo. “You just had an update.”
“I was deactivated for repairs after our last mission, if you recall.”
She did recall. In fact, she might never forget, though she hadn’t been there herself. Jyn and Cassian worked together more often than not, but not when it came to delicate negotiations with informants. Instead, she’d been training some of their recruits in hand-to-hand combat, something vastly more suited to her tastes and skills. It seemed a fairly routine operation by Cassian standards, in any case, but he went MIA for ten days and came back with ruptured organs, half his bones broken, and Kay barely functional.
Jyn was not informed. Not officially. Not unofficially, either, until Luke Skywalker—convinced of their relationship before they were themselves—took it upon himself to pass the news. Jyn, did you know that Commander Andor’s back? Pretty rough shape, but it looks like he’s going to make it. I probably shouldn’t be saying anything, but I figured you’d want to know.
He definitely shouldn’t have mentioned it, as far as regulations went. Luke had the news from Princess Leia, who had it from General Rieekan, who had it from Draven himself, concerned in a Draven sort of way over the near-loss of his best agent. Jyn didn’t care. By then, Cassian was out of bacta and healing, though near insensible with exhaustion and painkillers. Jyn and Bodhi only got to see him at all by shamelessly exploiting the memory of the Death Star.
He was too sleepy to say much, but they’d long since figured out what the droids and doctors never did, for all the countless times they patched him up. Cassian, himself quiet when not silent, liked to hear people talking around him. All the more when he was injured. So Bodhi and Jyn chatted about the small accomplishments and squabbles on the base for well over an hour, until Bodhi got called off.
Without him, without Kaytoo, everything wrong seemed to swell up in her, beyond any containing. She wanted … she didn’t even know.
The longer she stayed with the Rebellion, the more her feet itched, yet the more determined she felt to stay. Even beyond the fight, the Rebellion gave her more than she’d had in years: family, in the remnants of Rogue One, and friends, and a sanctuary of trust. But more to lose, too—fear ate at her, sometimes, with the Empire’s net closing and their forces spread thin. Missions grew more desperate and often more solitary, particularly Cassian’s unofficial ones.
Honestly, she couldn’t even keep track of those. It was easier to guess by his state when he returned: injured, or merely tired, or bleak-eyed and toneless for hours afterwards.
Jyn herself came back from her rougher missions restless and eager for fighting, drinking, anything. Once, Cassian took her flying after a single glance at her; somehow he managed to sneak them both away, and they flew through obscenely narrow, jagged passages in the ice until she felt human again. But when it came to him, she didn’t really know what to do, except stick around. It seemed enough; he’d hold her with his face pressed against her shoulder or neck, and either returned to something like himself or managed to sleep. But she still felt useless and furious at herself for it—herself and Draven and the Empire and the nameless clonetroopers who had driven him into the Rebellion.
(Whenever she tried to imagine them, Krennic’s troopers flashed through her mind. A village of Lyra Ersos dropped to the ground, right before Cassian-Jyn’s eyes, and they fled into the darkness.)
Sometimes she longed for nothing so much as an end to it all. Cassian never talked of a future after the war. Jyn didn’t know if he even considered it. But she did. She didn’t pin anything on the hope, but hoped nonetheless, clinging to the dream of something beyond this. At least for awhile. Bodhi, he’d like to go legit again. Maybe Han would figure out how to stop tripping over his own tongue around the princess. Jyn and Cassian and Kay could go fight crime or something. Anything but this.
“We might live,” she whispered. Cassian was awake, though out of it. “After. What would you even want?”
He turned his head towards her, blinking. More alert than she’d thought, but not by much. Despite the dim light, his eyes were almost uninterrupted brown, each pupil a small black point.
He mumbled, “What everyone wants.”
“And what do you think everyone wants?”
His eyes closed again. “Peace, family, marriage.”
Jyn started.
“Democracy,” added Cassian, because of course he did.
Her mouth twitched. “Everyone wants democracy, huh?”
“They should.”
She didn’t quite laugh at him. But if the Jyn of two years ago had known that she’d end up loving a man who babbled about democracy while higher than the stratosphere—well.
The bay was empty. She leaned down to kiss him.
“Go to sleep, Cassian.”
When he woke again, he didn’t remember any of it. But Jyn’s mind kept winding back, to laughing as they careened through some hellish ice canyon, and I figured you’d want to know; to family, marriage, and Cassian hiding his face in her neck. To how much she wanted to claw out of this life, and how much she wanted to stay.
“Of course you don’t recall,” Kaytoo was saying. “You weren’t there. But I took sufficient damage to require a shift to low power, and during my repairs, some incompetent lifeform put a restraining bolt on me.”
“What an idiot,” said Jyn.
He studied her. “Your comprehension of the situation is surprisingly accurate.”
“I’m not much for shackles, myself.”
Cassian pulled the bolt off. “There you are, Kay. A free droid again.”
“Thank you,” he said, the robotic tones somehow carrying a wealth of intensity. Then he added, “I am still not marrying you, however.”
“I should hope not. You can leave,” said Cassian. He looked at Jyn, irritatingly neutral. Among others, that would mean nothing; it had long since become his resting expression. With her, though … with her, it meant he was either concealing his real thoughts or confused. Either seemed probable enough at the moment. “Jyn, I—”
“Don’t answer yet,” she said quickly. “I have reasons. Hear me out.”
Cassian glanced back at Kaytoo, who had not budged beyond turning his head to examine Jyn.
“Kay. Go.”
“How am I to evaluate her reasoning if I am not here?” he demanded.
“I can evaluate on my own,” said Cassian.
“Yes,” Kaytoo allowed, “but with far less accuracy, and certainly less efficiency.”
Well, she definitely wasn’t going to have to deck anyone. But while she’d intended to wait until one or both of them managed to kick Kay out, some vague instinct reminded her that divided attention could be an advantage.
“First of all,” said Jyn, raising a finger, “officers’ spouses have full access to their quarters at all times, and a commander’s quarters are much warmer and more comfortable than a lieutenant’s.”
“A valid reason,” Kaytoo said, with cool approval, “but inadequate.”
“You already have access to my quarters,” said Cassian, and now she felt certain that his blank expression was one of genuine bewilderment.
“Someone”—she shot a meaningful look at Kaytoo—“keeps changing your passcodes.”
“There is a fourteen percent chance that Cassian’s security could be compromised, while the likelihood of your death by hypothermia in your own quarters is less than two percent.”
Cassian rubbed his temples. “You want to marry me for my passcodes?”
Not dignifying either with a response, she ticked off a second finger. “Also, spouses are entitled to disclosure about serious injury, death, imprisonment, and so on. You have the clearance for my status, but I don’t have it for yours, and I’m tired of finding out on someone’s whim, if at all. And even with the clearance, you’re not automatically informed—you have to know enough to check.”
“Yes,” Cassian said quietly, a faint but familiar softness touching his mouth and eyes. He studied her face, as she’d seen him study so many faces, searching for answers. Not for the first time, she wished that hers expressed more; she couldn’t switch her guard on and off at will, and reserve had sunk deep in her bones.
“Another valid consideration,” said Kaytoo. “You surprise me. However, you could simply list each other as emergency contacts, if you were not so foolishly intent on subterfuge.”
Still skittish, Jyn stiffened her spine. “Thirdly, you already want to get married.” Before Cassian (or, more likely, Kay) could question that, she added, “You said so in the infirmary.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Picking his words, Cassian said, “I do not remember, but I would not have meant … have expected—”
“You never expect anything,” she said dismissively. “And you’re not denying it, are you?”
“That is not proof,” said Kaytoo. “Nor is it proof that he referred to a marriage with you, specifically.”
“Of course he did,” she said.
Had she ever thought about anything like this, in those years before the Rebellion caught her in its net, she would have expected to doubt. She always doubted people; she always had to, if she didn’t want to get robbed or betrayed at every turn. Cassian himself had come within a hair of betraying her, too—reluctant tool of the Rebellion’s betrayal, but still. He was a spy and an assassin and a liar who’d regarded her with the same suspicion she did him, yet a month from meeting, they trusted each other with their lives. By the time the Death Star exploded above Yavin, they clung together as neither had done since childhood. And they never so much as considered the possibility of betrayal afterwards.
“I’m sure I meant you,” said Cassian.
Kaytoo made an irritable metallic sound. “If you don’t remember, then you can’t be sure of anything.”
“Kay,” he said, eyes unwavering from Jyn’s face, “you definitely need to go away now.”
The droid, truculent as ever, demanded, “Why?”
Jyn rolled her eyes, but sobered the instant that Cassian took one of her hands. She’d felt ungainly about them, unsure whether to leave them dangling awkwardly by her sides or fold her arms, but—this was okay. This was good.
“We’re going to be sentimental,” he told Kay. “You won’t want to witness it.”
“Oh.” With another indecipherable droid sound, Kay stalked off. Even the clatter of his limbs managed to sound judgmental.
As soon as the door sealed shut behind them, Jyn raised her brows. “Sentimental, are we?”
With a hint of a smile around his mouth and rather more than a hint around his eyes, Cassian said, “I assume you have real reasons.”
She lifted her chin. “I assume you do.”
They both looked down at their linked hands. For herself, Jyn felt rather martyred. They could and did read each other at a glance, all the time—during missions, debriefs, everything. It seemed decidedly unfair that the ability should desert them now. It also seemed unfair that her thoughts scattered as Cassian’s thumb traced absent circles, her entire body warm, even though they regularly did far more than hold hands.
“I’m not used to us needing explanations,” she said at last, torn between exasperation and assurance.
“Neither am I,” said Cassian, his voice milder, but with the same edge of frustration.
Their hands tightened. After another long pause, he said,
“Marriage is … safer.”
“Safer?” Jyn repeated. If she didn’t perfectly understand her own reasons, she felt sure that safety hadn’t entered into it.
“It is not that I distrust you, Jyn.” She heard him took a deep breath, exhale through his teeth. “You know how I am. I always prefer stability, where I can get it.”
“You want to marry me for stability?” Jyn nearly laughed. “Me?”
“No, I—” Cassian made an inarticulate noise that perfectly expressed her own feelings. “Marriage has protections. Laws and customs and rights. Wherever we go, whatever we do, our oath would go with us.”
The idea of an oath alarmed her, a bit. She hadn’t really thought of it that way. But, of course, marriage would be an oath, that was the whole point of it. Not unspoken understanding, not ready promises, but a contract, sworn and inscribed. Others might not honour it, but they could never take it from them.
Jyn could see why that would appeal to Cassian. On consideration, it appealed to her, too, little as she cared for laws and rules in general. She still didn’t care about them for their own sake. But if he preferred stability, the formalities that made order out of nothing, she preferred security, things nailed down every way that she could think of, signed and sealed and backed by as much force and legitimacy as possible.
“And you?” he asked.
At that, they both looked up, both flushed. He’d gone solemn, while Jyn felt a smile trembling on her mouth. Even as she succumbed to the smile, she hung onto her composure.
“I believe in this war,” she said, trying to strand her thoughts into some sort of sense. “In fighting the Empire with all we have. You know I believe it.”
Bewilderment blanked out Cassian’s expression again. “Yes.”
“But I’m not you.” Jyn had to be cutting off the blood in his fingertips. She couldn’t bring herself to care. “I can understand and fight for a cause. I do, everyday. Just—”
Not as Cassian did, not as the fire that animated her life. She would risk her life for the galaxy, but that was something she chose, not who she was.
“I fight hardest for myself. I live for myself, me and mine. I don’t care if it’s selfish.”
Jyn searched his face. His eyes, she thought, looked soft again. Maybe. He was frowning.
“I don’t follow.” At her sigh, blowing her fringe out of her face, Cassian said quickly, “That is, I understand. I know you. I simply don’t see how it … relates.”
She relaxed.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she told him, squashing the urge to drop her eyes again, “but you’re mine, all right?”
To her relief, his confusion faded into a slow smile. It was a familiar one, by now, a mix of delighted and unsteady. Who cared that neither of them went in for endearments or chatter about love, when Cassian looked at her like that? And Jyn suspected her own expression did … something, at these moments. They were the only times her guard really cracked; she’d feel that instinctive, irrepressible something heating her cheeks and curving her mouth, though nobody seemed to notice but Luke and Cassian. The former smugly insisted that she went all bright and surprised, Jyn, it’s nice. The latter caught his breath, which honestly said more.
She felt pretty sure her face was doing the same thing now.
With his free hand, Cassian reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears. “What is the wrong way, exactly?”
His voice had dropped several registers, his thumb lingering at her cheekbone. Jyn laughed in her throat.
“It’s not that I distrust you, Cassian,” she said, smiling back. “I don’t suppose you’ll disappear without—shackles, say.” Jyn thought of Draven and nearly wrinkled her nose. “I never think that. But you know how I am. Verbal agreements are … they’re broken all the time.”
I’ll always protect you.
Stay in the bunker until daylight. I’ll be back then.
“I know you won’t,” Jyn added hastily. Cassian didn’t look offended or hurt, just thoughtful, eyes studying her and fingers resting lightly against her jaw. But with him, she never knew what would sail past and what he’d torment himself over for weeks.
Cassian did keep his word, with her. Jyn trusted him to keep it. But a more general wariness lingered in her.
She fumbled for words. “It’s just …”
“Safer?”
“Oh, fine.” Jyn scowled. “Safer. You were right. Are you satisfied now?”
“Yes,” Cassian said readily. In one of the great injustices of the universe, he had dimples, when he was happy enough to show them. Like now.
As always, though, he quickly turned grave.
“I try not to think of the future,” he said, each word slow and careful. 
She narrowed her eyes. As she did, Jyn realized that if they stood another inch closer, they’d be colliding. She wasn’t sure when that had happened, which one had moved. Probably both; they’d done that from the first. Cassian seemed to notice at the same time, his eyes very dark as he searched for words.
“We have cheated death so many times, but I—” He shook his head. “But sometimes I imagine, anyway. Jyn, I never picture a life without you in it.”
Her mood flashed to absurdly cheerful. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Jyn,” he murmured, only just audible, his entire body tilted to her. They’d be kissing already if she were taller. But she straightened up as he leaned that bit down, and he was whispering against her lips, “Jyn, Jyn.”
They pressed together, accustomed enough that it was easy, natural: a familiar language in the slide of his fingers down her throat and her hands in his hair, the parting of their lips and uneven breaths. Not enough for it to feel ordinary, for her to think anything for a few long seconds beyond Cassian and I want, I want—
When they separated, breathless, she collected herself enough to remember her one reservation.
“We’d give up our secrecy, though,” she admitted. “And Command wouldn’t let us serve together.”
Cassian hesitated, then looked into her face and said, “They don’t have to know.”
“What about all those rights?” said Jyn, putting his hair back into order with the ease of long habit.
“Leia,” he said instantly.
It took a moment to follow that particular leap of thought. Only a moment, though.
“You think she’d help hide this?”
“I think she already is,” said Cassian. “One way or another.”
Luke, of course. He told her everything. And odds were good that Leia had figured it out on her own, anyway. She had the same sort of uncanny sense about people. Though she never said a word, she’d always treated them as a package arrangement, you and Erso need to embedded into every order she gave.
Jyn grinned as Cassian straightened her vest. “She does owe us a favour.”
“I don’t imagine that will be necessary. But if it is …” He gave an eminently Cassian shrug, then touched his thumb to her bottom lip. Another repair: the thumb came away smeared with a drop of blood.
Is that a yes? she almost asked, but she had some pride.
“You need to drink more water, Jyn.”
She decided it was.
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If I Were A Sith Lord
1. Force-users can use the Force to choke people or push them back thirty feet. I would combine these two options to just break people’s necks right as they’re pulling out their lightsaber and striking a snappy pose.
2. Using the cutting-edge technology of a web camera and the ubiquitous aerial drones, as well as the power of the Force to choke someone over great distances, I would kill people entirely using GoPro. Oh, did a bunch of Jedis just break into my throne room to kill me? Too bad I’m off at the club, watching the livefeed and now I’m choking them all to death. 
3. Instead of orchestrating the Clone Wars to create a Grand Army of the Republic staffed with Clonetroopers who have sleeper programming to kill all Jedi, I would just use the political power I already have as Chancellor to make taking children away from their families and indoctrinating them into a weirdo cult illegal. Jedi Order falls in ten years as the Jedi try to convince grown-ass adults to give up all their possessions and emotional attachments so they can learn to hover fruit.
4. Seriously, you need adult virgins with magical powers to settle trade disputes? We have diplomats for that. They go to college. 
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When the Mandalorian leaves the village on Sorgan, Cara stays - for a while.
Words: 3930, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Cara Dune, Omera (Star Wars), Winta (Star Wars), Baby Yoda (The Mandalorian TV), The Mandalorian (The Mandalorian TV), Caben (Star Wars), Stoke (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Character(s), Blitz (Star Wars), Original Characters
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The End of Time Part 2
Honestly, at this point I’m so ready to see Ten go.
And that’s not even like... me hating on Ten. I’m just literally itching to move on in this rewatch that’s lasted so long.
We’ll see how sad I am at the end of this.
Wrote that intro like 3 days ago and procrastinating pressing play. NOW I’m finally watching this.
Oh wow. Did not realize we saw the wreckage of the Time War in this episode. Also, I love “This Is Gallifrey” Overhead shot like Ani leading the clonetroopers. I see you. I don’t like Rassilon.  Blind Wave pointed out that there would have been millions of pregnant women when the Master became everyone, so what happened to the fetuses? I love that there’s a little screen with the Master as my girl Trinity Wells. You could see the little outline of the green screen on each of the Masters in the Beijing Army. Come on Doctor Who. You can do better. I love Donna so much. Also, I always thought she was saying “What did I...” before she falls, but Amazon’s captions says “I don’t want to die” and now I’m like which is it!!?!???? Awww the Doctor’s smiling. Ok see, the Master’s plan to find the source isn’t even like... evil... he genuinely wants to know why he’s heard this his whole life... I mean, this plan comes after trying and succeeding to take over Earth... but this part of the plan isn’t necessarily evil... if that makes sense. Basically, at this point I don’t blame him. “Worst rescue ever!” Oh Wilf. “But we’re in space” “Yep” Adorable. I mean, throwing a star/crystal/thing into a projection of Earth wouldn’t make it land on Earth... especially if they’re timelocked and Earth isn’t... but ok. Seriously, who is this random lady? So if corpses were changed, I’m assuming unborn babies were too. Great. 906. Doctor, baby, you’re burning up regenerations too fast. You were 900-ish when you were Nine. Now it’s been only 6 Time Lord years and you’ve regenerated twice as Ten and are about to regenerate into Eleven. “We must look like insects to you.” “I think you look like giants.” I’ve always loved that line. I mentioned this in my Tsuranga Conundrum post last night, but I love it when the Doctor shows how much they love life and beings and the universe. “i’d be proud.” “Of what.” “If you were my dad.” Awwwwwwww. UGH they’re making Wilf bring up the 4 knocks thing. 2nd time he and the Doctor have talked about it. Stop foreshadowing. “I’ve taken lives... Manipulated people into taking their own.” Ok. Ok fine. I’ll maybe forgive him for Waters of Mars. Since I’m 99% sure he’s talking about Adelaide. Yes, he is to blame for her suicide, but not in that way. He tried to manipulate everything else, causing her to commit suicide to right it all. But the Doctor always just blames themself for everything so... I’ll forgive Ten. “Well don’t you dare, sir. Don’t you dare put him before them.” Wow I love Wilf. But also, he knows the Doctor can be that selfish... “And please don’t die. You’re the most wonderful man and I don’t want you to die.” Awwwww Wilf. THE DOCTOR GRABBED THE GUN. I FORGOT ABOUT THAT. I knew he gets the gun at some point, but I thought he’d just pick it off the ground or something before the scene at the end. But NOPE. HE TOOK IT BECAUSE OF THE TIME LORDS. It can’t do much against them, but still. Is this his last Allons-y? Also I meant to point this out earlier, but if they’ve been in orbit all night, they should have orbited away from being directly above England... right? Ok they’re flying over the ocean, so they did orbit a little away.
“And will stand as monument to their shame, like the Weeping Angels of old.” see, this is why I don’t like the theory that they’re Weeping Angels. Because Rassilon compares them to Weeping Angels. He wouldn’t compare them if they’re going to become them. Unless... what he’s saying is that Weeping Angels are shamed Time Lords and that used to be the punishment... THAT could be a theory I guess. But still, I don’t think these to Time Ladies become Weeping Angels.
Also, why bring them along? “You didn’t vote for us to go to Earth, so you get to come along with the initial Time Lords that are going to meet the Master on Earth” - Time Lord logic. “Doctor, you said you were going to die... But is that all of us? I won’t stop you, sir, but is this it?” Oh no Wilf. But also, Wilf knows that the Doctor can get selfish enough to actually do that... I forgot about the Doctor literally just dropping from the ship into the mansion... Doctor... you’ve done some dumb stuff... but this is one of the dumbest... Oh yeaaaah, that was the Master’s plan, to become all the Time Lords too. Ok but also, he didn’t know the Time Lords were the source of the drumming at first (I’ve found the source of the ticking! It’s a pipe bomb!), so he had to have only come up with it after the star was found. So he went from “HA. TAKE OVER A PLANET AND BECOME ALL HUMANS” to “I can finally find out what’s wrong with me, what the source is!” to “IT WAS THE TIME LORDS? REVENGE!!!!!!!!” Ok, I was looking at Rassilon’s gauntlet just now... and my brain went “Infinity Gauntlet!” and I laughed. That gauntlet is too powerful. It killed that Time Lady without giving her a chance to regenerate, AND it can reverse the transformation of 6 billion people? Really? Also, yay my girl Trinity Wells is back! I’m glad that Temple (can’t remember his first name) seems to really love Donna. Enough to hold his future mother-in-law when there’s a planet in the sky, and then go running to find Donna. He seems like a good guy, I’m happy for her. I’m emotional. I want Donna to just have happiness. I just realized that for this entire scene, the Doctor’s just been trying to get the strength to get up after falling through a ceiling. Hey Naismith, this is partially your fault. WILF NO. I FORGOT HE WENT IN THERE TO SAVE SOMEONE ELSE. WILF I LOVE YOU. Wait. Wait. Waaaiiiittttt. The Doctor said “The Nightmare Child”... wasn’t there some child mentioned in an episode this season... oh wait it was the Timeless Child. Aww, I thought I had a breakthrough or something. “The Could-Have-Been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Never-Weres.” I. LOVE. THAT.  “To become creatures of consciousness alone.” First of all, why do you want that? Second of all, Dr. Owen Harper did it first. “You are diseased. Albeit a disease of our own making.” YEAH. AND YOU DID IT TO HIM LIKE 2 HOURS AGO FOR YOU GUYS, HUNDREDS OF YEARS FOR HIM. DON’T JUST SAY THAT LIKE IT’S NOTHING. YOU LITERALLY JUST DID IT. “No more.” NO MORE. “You never would, you coward.” But Nine said “Coward, any day.” sooooo There was a little music playing there as the Doctor pointed the gun at the Master, and I can hear the full version in my head. I just can’t remember what the piece is called. WAIT. IT WAS PLAYING WHEN THE DOCTOR DE-AGED AND FLOATED TO THE MASTER. THAT’S IT.
Also. I need to bring up the parallel of 6 billion people being linked by the Master’s network being the thing that brought him down last time, but this time he became those 6 billion people. I thought I’d mentioned it, but apparently I hadn’t. So there. Yay parallels!
Seriously, lady, WHO ARE YOU? “Get out of the way.” “Get out of the way.” Awwwwwwwwwww These people should not be cheering that the Gallifrey is gone from the sky, THEY SHOULD BE FREAKING OUT AND ASKING WHY IT WAS THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE. Also, still wondering how the Master goes from saving the Doctor here, to his state of mind in the World and Enough Time/The Doctor Falls. I guess a lot of time passed. I like the way the music dies once Wilf knocks.
Also, this scene is the reason that I finally realized that I hadn’t watched this episode. I explained it in either The Next Doctor or Waters of Mars, but because Netflix didn’t include the 2009 specials with the rest of the seasons, I skipped straight from Journey’s End to the Eleventh Hour. I assumed they’d just not even done a regeneration and I went with it for a few episodes. Then I was on tumblr, and saw a gifset of this scene; the Doctor saying “I’m alive,” then the caption of the 4 knocks, then a gif of it panning over to Wilf. And I realized this was from an episode I hadn’t seen. So I looked up the episode list, and saw 5 episodes that Netflix had just let me skip. All of the 2009 specials. And I had seen the Next Doctor when it aired, so I was surprised I forgot to go looking for it when I finally watched Doctor Who in order. And I had seen commercials for the Waters of Mars too, but I just forgot about the episodes when I finally watched the show years later. So, in the middle of season 5, I watched all the 2009 specials besides the Planet of the Dead. And because I was spoiled for this plot twist of a moment, I knew it was coming when I finally got around to watching the End of Time.
WILF. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU PICK 4 KNOCKS? AFTER TALKING ABOUT THE 4 KNOCKS THING WITH THE DOCTOR TWICE. TWICE. “I’m an old man, Doctor. I’ve had my time.” Wilf stop breaking my heart.  Oh god. His death is essentially a suicide. To save someone else. Like Adelaide. And he knew he’s been living as Ten for too long because of Adelaide. Oh no. Ok. I’m sad. Also, I hate the fandom turned that scene into just the “I’m in a glass case of emotion” gif. Which, I’d also seen before and hadn’t realized I never saw the episode it was from. Oh no a little Vale Decem started. “Did I miss something? Again?” Awww. Donna. Love. I know this music... NO IT’S SONG FOR TEN THE INSTRUMENTAL VERSION. I’M IN PAIN. Sylvia Noble smiling at the sight of the TARDIS? Amazing.
AHHHHH MY GIRL MARTHA. WITH MICROBRAIDS. Literally, the one complaint I have about Martha was that her hair wasn’t natural. So I love seeing her in a protective style. And my baby Mickey! Oh no. Guys. I’m getting emotional. I don’t need to say anything about how I feel about their relationship. I’ve ranted many times during my Monthly Martha Spams. But I love both of them so much, so I’m happy to see them. I like that Luke’s the only one who has a physical interaction with the Doctor during this goodbye tour. Especially since he didn’t get to meet him last time. Oh Sarah Jane. Oh Elisabeth Sladen. I’m glad we got one last Adipose. And I’m glad that Tallulah’s music is still played, even in this Cantina in the future. Also, I’m glad Tallulah got acknowledgement at all. The Doctor saluted Jack. After all those years of telling him to not salute. He saluted him. And after all those years of telling Jack not to flirt, he sets him up with Alonso. Awwww... I love Jack. Oh I nearly forgot about Joan’s granddaughter. “A Journal of Impossible Things” I never noticed the title of the book. OH NO HER NAME WAS VERITY LIKE THE FIRST PRODUCER OF DOCTOR WHO OH NO MY HEART. “Was she happy in the end?” “Yes. Were you?” I’m glad she asked that. “Well friends, and Nerys” bringing that joke back one more time. Oh it’s Minnie the Menace! “That women, who was she?” Seriously. TELL ME. I forgot he went to Donna’s father for the quid. Oh. OOOh my heart. I love Donna. She deserves so much. I can’t handle Wilf crying. I never noticed he also blew a little kiss. Oh. “Get rid of him, Mom, he’s useless.” “Listen to you! With a mechanic!” HEY. Hey. Jackie. Mickey is the best. You will learn this. Rose, girl, you are not dressed enough for snow. Neither is Jackie in her tights and shorts. What’s with you Brits? I forgot that it’s the Ood who sing for him. I think I was remembering Vale Decem as just what his regeneration was set to. But nope, it’s part of the story TOO.
Ok. I was emotional. And I was in awe of how amazingly and perfectly the music matches the scene. And then.... Matt Smith’s look of confusion made me laugh and snap out of it. I love how confused he looks. It’s adorable. I’m the same when Eleven turns into Twelve; sad during it, but then once Capaldi comes I’m just laughing at his face.
But seriously, Murray Gold. Amazing.
“Chin?... Blimey.” Love it. I love when they make fun of the Doctor’s features. Nine complaining about his ears, Eleven’s chin, Twelve’s eyebrows. Love. GERONIMOOOOOOOOOOOOO
FINALLY. AFTER 5 YEARS. I AM DONE WITH THE TENTH DOCTOR. 
Longer than his actual run. This is like when I watched Season 6 of Supernatural and stretched it out over a year and a half, longer than the time the show actually aired during, so by the time it finished I barely remembered how it started.
I do love Ten a lot. I just love Nine and Twelve a lot more. And I’m excited to rewatch Eleven since almost all of his episodes are ones I’ve only seen once (and I’m 99% sure I never actually properly finished season 6... but I’ll explain that when I get there.) and at least one that I’ve never seen (A Christmas Carol. Once again. Netflix had it separate. And by the time I realized I skipped it, I didn’t feel like going back. Still have not seen it.) so I’m excited to watch him again.
I feel bad that I’m not sadder...
Oh my god. I’m like the Tenth Doctor. He’d lived for too long, I stretched out his run for too long. And it was bad for both of us. Yay parallels!
Also, Wilf is the best.
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