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antianakin · 2 months

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First off, don't watch the Ahsoka show and even if you do, it's immensely anti-Jedi so none of it should be considered worthwhile content in figuring out how relationships work between the Jedi normally, especially since Ahsoka herself doesn't consider herself OR Sabine Jedi (she doesn't even WANT Sabine to be a Jedi). The only other Master/Padawan relationship in the Ahsoka show is Baylan and Shin who also don't consider themselves to be Jedi.

Here's the thing with "found family" as a concept. A lot of people like putting people into certain labels and going for a basic nuclear family mom/dad/kids kind of set up. But it does not HAVE to be that way. A "found family" can be a bunch of people who consider each other friends, with no familial feelings at all. It can be literally anything.

Rebels does go for more of a sort-of mom/dad/kids deal, particularly with Kanan, Hera, Sabine, and Ezra. Zeb however lives in a somewhat more nebulous gray area where you COULD see him as a fellow "child" in the dynamic, but he doesn't really care for being considered a child during the episode where he and the other Lasat find Lira San and he's clearly older and more experienced than either Ezra or Sabine, so he could just as easily be considered an "uncle" of sorts if you wanted to, or an older cousin or something maybe.

The other thing to consider with Rebels is that, while the group does include two Jedi, none of these relationships would necessarily be typical representations of how Prequels Jedi relationships would have looked or how they would've thought of each other. Kanan and Ezra's relationships to the rest of Ghost crew is impacted by that difference, especially since Ezra specifically did not grow up in the Temple among other Jedi and spent most of his childhood and early teens in a very different situation. And Kanan, by Rebels, would've spent more time WITHOUT any relationships with other Jedi than he would've had WITH them.

So with all of that in mind, I think that the Jedi's relationships aren't NEARLY as clear cut as people seem to want them to be. They're a family, yes, but they're a family that is 10,000 strong at least. I don't know about you, but I have a hard time keeping like less than 50 members of my family straight, what their names are and who they're related to, much less ten thousand people. I think it's very likely that all Jedi would feel a kinship to fellow Jedi, but that they probably don't personally know every single Jedi. In TCW, Ahsoka seems to need to be introduced to Tera Sinube for the first time when she's 14 years old. So while she might see someone like Plo Koon as a closer parental figure, she's not going to feel the same way about Tera Sinube who she barely knows.

I think any Master/Padawan relationship is going to sort-of vary depending on the individuals involved. Some of them might be quite close, some might be more professional. Some might be pretty close in age and so their dynamic leans closer to friends and siblings than it would parent and child. Others might have a larger age gap and so the dynamic could lead closer to parent/child or even grandparent/grandchild. Some of them might shift over time, too, or have layers of more than one of these dynamics. For example, Anakin calls Obi-Wan "the closest thing he's ever had to a father" in AOTC, but Obi-Wan calls him a brother twice in ROTS. So their relationship may have had shades of both dynamics given the age difference, the relationship dynamic could have shifted over time from a more parent/child relationship to a more sibling relationship, or they each may have seen the relationship slightly differently with Anakin looking more for a parental dynamic while Obi-Wan is perhaps going more for a relationship of equals (at least by ROTS). It could be any of these three things combined, too.

There's a comic where Obi-Wan is asked whether Anakin is his son and Obi-Wan responds that no, Anakin is his Padawan, his student. While this isn't strictly canon, I think it fits quite nicely into my interpretation that the Master/Padawan relationship is its own specific kind of dynamic and while it can be SIMILAR to other kinds of relationships, it is very much its own thing. It's not a static relationship, it's not just the Jedi version of parents and children, it is a distinct relationship that changes and grows with the individuals. There is no 1:1 comparison for all Master/Padawan relationships.

As for Ezra and Jacen, you could apply a similar concept. Kanan, much like Obi-Wan with Anakin, fills a parental role for Ezra, but he's also growing and developing ALONGSIDE Ezra and could be considered a younger brother of sorts, too. Jacen is family to Ezra, but I don't think you HAVE to place a particular label on what that dynamic is, whether they'd consider each other like brothers or whether Ezra would be more of an uncle. And it doesn't even have to specifically be defined by their respective relationships to KANAN, either. Jacen and Ezra might come up with their own dynamic that has nothing to do with how they each feel about Kanan and is specific to their own relationship. I don't think you have to be super specific about saying that because Kanan was Ezra's Master, this automatically makes Ezra basically his son and so Ezra and Jacen should consider themselves like brothers and never have an uncle/nephew dynamic. I think Ezra and Jacen can be whatever you want them to be to each other.

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seriowan · 1 year

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a clan of four (dad!wolffe x mom!reader) (republic victory au)

⭒ summary: wolffe brings his daughters to the jedi temple and comes to terms with a few things about himself, all with the help of his father-figure ⭒ word count: 3.9k ⭒ pairing: dad!wolffe x mom!reader — with special appearances from the wolf pack and plo koon ⭒ rating: G (general audiences) - unless you are not fond of children/parenting; all of this is just fluff, baby fever, and comfort ⭒ a/n: we've finally come to the first edition to the clone dad's series! coming up next is in the line-up is: cody, tech, echo, crosshair, hunter, wrecker, rex, and fives! my inbox is open for dad!clone headcanons — and they might be included in the upcoming fics!

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“Do you remember the rules, Lulu?”

Luna bounced up the steps one by one, light-up shoes bursting with every colorful stomp. She held her father’s index finger in a tight grip, swinging his arm as they ventured up to the temple.

“Yes, papa,” she chirped, reciting Wolffe’s rules like a mantra. “Never leave your eyes. No playing. No screaming. No bothering ba’buir and his friends-”

“The Jedi.”

“Yes, them,” she muttered, waving him off with a small hand. Wolffe rolled his eyes at her dismissive attitude, the corner of his lip twitching upwards when he once again noticed that she was just like him. Six years old and she already had a fiery attitude that made him want to pinch her cheeks and shower her face with kisses.

“You’re missing one more rule, pup,” he added in a hum as they reached the last step.

She let go of his hand, gazing up at him with big, round brown eyes. “I am?”

He nodded, glancing back down the steps.

When she followed his gaze, Luna grinned. “Oh! When it’s time to go home, I have to go home. No hiding.”

“No hiding,” he repeated with a firm nod, gently settling his hand atop her head. “Got it?”

“Got it, papa.”

You took your time gathering your bearings out of your airspeeder before following Wolffe and Luna up to the temple. With the baby strapped to your chest, comfortably babbling in her carrier, you knew it would take you a bit to make sure you had all the baby necessities. The last thing you wanted to do was walk all the way back down the stairs to where Wolffe parked the speeder.

Nova didn’t seem to mind. She babbled as babies do, toothless gums munching on her balled fists. As you walked up the stairs, you kept your hand on her back, gazing down at her with the occasional smile. It always made her giggle, soft eyes full of endless love as she peered up at you like you were the most beautiful, comforting thing in the world.

Wolffe and Luna were waiting at the top of the steps for you and Nova, identical smiles on their faces when you joined them.

Nova’s babbles caused Wolffe to give her a long, subtle gaze. With a gentle finger, he tugged her clenched fist out of her mouth and replaced it with the pacifier clipped to her gray onesie. She accepted it with rushed greed, her mouth opening and devouring the squishy plastic with enough impatience to make him chuckle.

While your clan of four momentarily took a pause, a loud gasp suddenly echoed from the open temple doors.

Donning his gear with his helmet tucked under his arm, Comet immediately broke into a wide grin the moment he saw both of his nieces. Sinker stood to his left with his arms crossed over his chest, a proud smirk on his face, while Boost was on the other side, waving his arms above his head as if trying to flag down the entire family’s attention.

“It’s the mini pack!!” Comet laughed loudly as he crouched to a knee, dropping his helmet to hold out his arms wide. “AND LOOK! MY LITTLE LOONIE-MOONIE IS HERE!”

“UNCLE COMET!” Luna shrieked happily, letting go of Wolffe’s hand before breaking into a sprint. Her little legs moved swiftly, carrying her to Comet in record-breaking speed before she collided into his chest, sending him flat to the ground.

His laughter was loud, echoing all the way into the temple and back as he rubbed the little girl’s head. “Hey, little warrior! Looks like your killjoy pops finally brought you out here again!”

She nodded, glancing back as you and Wolffe joined them. “Papa finally let me come after I got in trouble last time.”

“Ah.” Comet sucked his lips against his teeth, flashing Wolffe a guilty grin. “Looks like you didn’t like our last game, huh?”

“She was missing for two hours ‘cause of your kriffing game,” Wolffe grunted sourly, glaring at his brother. “You should know she takes those games seriously, especially hide-and-seek.”

Comet squeezed Luna’s cheeks together, cooing in an overly-affectionate tone. “I know! My itty bitty little niece is the bestest competitor in this galaxy!” His smile dropped when he caught Wolffe’s blank stare. “What? She gets it from you, vod. Remember that story Fox told us about you when you were a cadet-”

While Luna broke out in a fit of laughter at Wolffe’s immediate glower, Sinker and Boost both approached you and Nova, lowering their heads to give the baby their undivided attention.

“That’s one strong kid, mama bear,” Sinker smirked, teasingly nudging your side. “You tryin’ to bulk her up for a winter storm or somethin’? Preparin’ her for another war?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “She’s got her dad’s appetite. I couldn’t stop her from bulking up even if I wanted to. And I don’t think Wolffe would let me anyway. He likes her chubby cheeks.”

Boost laughed, gently offering his finger for Nova’s small hand to grab onto. She smiled around her pacifier, causing both him and Sinker to melt with small aww's.

“C’mon,” Wolffe muttered, gently gripping your elbow, “We’ve got to catch Master Plo before the council meeting. Our visit is supposed to be quick-”

“Sweet!” Comet bounced up to his feet, taking Luna’s hand in his own. She bounced on the balls of her feet, vibrating with excitement. “We’ll go with you-”

Wolffe shook his head. “No. Luna’s here to pay Master Plo a visit and-” He suddenly paused, eyes narrowing. “Aren’t you three supposed to be filling out your ledgers back at the barracks?”

Comet’s eyes widened and he offered a grim, humorless chuckle. Sinker immediately cleared his throat and put his helmet on. Booster put his hands behind his back and subtly turned on his heel, whistling as he started strolling toward the steps of the temple.

Glancing down, Comet gave Luna an apologetic smile. “Looks like we’ve gotta finish our game some other time, loonie-moonie.”

Luna’s brows pinched, wounded eyes flicking up to Wolffe. “But papa-”

Wolffe slowly arched a brow and she clamped her lips shut, sagging her sad shoulders. Comet sighed, gutted by her dejected expression. “Hey, I’ll see you later, okay? Give Uncle Comet a bit and I’ll try to be back before you head home, okay? If I don’t make it, I’ll try to drop by your house if your parents think that’s okay.”

Hopeful eyes flickered between you and Wolffe, both from Luna and Comet.

Wolffe grimaced, glancing at you to silently ask for your opinion. You smiled, nodding. With a sigh, he gave in and muttered, “Get your gear checked and you can stop by tonight for dinner.”

Luna took Comet’s hand, bouncing up and down in excitement. “Mommy’s making rainbow noodles!”

Comet returned the sentiment with equal enthusiasm, guiding her jumps up and down until she was breathless with laughter and heaving for air. When he let go and finally started walking back towards Sinker and Boost, he waved goodbye, shouting, “See you later, loonie-moonie!”

Luna waved. “Bye, Uncle Comet!”

While the two shared a brief but competitive game of who could wave the hardest, Wolffe turned towards you, his attention returning to his baby. His touch was gentle, full of hesitation and care as he scooped Nova out of her carrier and held her to his chest. The lack of armor allowed the one year old to curl into her father’s warm chest, cooing happily as her curious eyes bounced all around.

You were smiling without realizing it. It happened a lot, those subtle looks of love offered when Wolffe was oblivious to them, but it happened more often now that he was a father of two. When Luna was born, he could hardly hold her without being as stiff as a shiny on his first day in the field. He handled his firstborn as if she was glass, too afraid to touch or hold her with his battle-worn hands.

It took time for him to adjust to fatherhood, but Luna and Nova melted away all of the fears and insecurities that he had, turning him into a mother bear and protective guardian. He watched over his girls like a hawk, all while giving Luna the space she needed to find her own footing and personality in the world.

Now, they were his prized creation. He carried Luna like she was weightless, raising her above his head to bring her closer to the clouds. He cradled Nova like she was priceless, without fear or hesitation to show her off to the world. They were his and he was theirs — and you knew, without a doubt, that his devotion for his family ran deeper than you could ever possibly imagine.

Wolffe turned towards you, his eyes softening the moment they met yours. You blushed, knowing you were caught red-handed.

“Hi,” you hummed.

“Hey,” he said softly, offering you the smallest smile. “You doing alright, mama?”

There it was: that special softness he kept reserved for his girls.

You glanced down when Luna slipped between you both, gazing up with pink cheeks and a giddy, knowing grin. Taking her hand in your own, you gave it a comforting squeeze and looked back at Wolffe, sharing a secret glance.

“Yeah, love. I’m doing pretty good.”

His proud eyes bounced from you to Luna then Nova. Wolffe huffed a breath through his nose, like an airy little laugh, before nudging his chin up to the temple.

“Alright, pups. Let’s go find your ba’buir.”

Luna grabbed his spare hand and yours, swinging both arms as the clan of four began walking through the temple archway.

Master Plo Koon was standing in the hall among a cluster of Jedi when you, Wolffe, Luna, and Nova turned the corner. They looked deep in conversation, sharing important, stoic glances with one another, when a loud roar suddenly cut through the silence of the hallway, causing all of the Jedis to turn and look right at your family in surprise.

“BA’BUIRRRR!” Luna screamed, ripping her hand out of yours to run up to Master Plo.

“Luna!” Wolffe angrily scolded, his expression becoming apologetic when the Masters glanced at him in amusement. They excused themselves and stepped away from Master Plo when the Kel Dor reached down, scooping Luna up by her armpits the moment she was within arm’s reach.

Luna threw her arms around his head, burying her face in the crook of his neck while the Jedi gave a rich and deep chuckle.

“Hello, little moon.” His voice was so full of warmth and adoration, laced with a gentleness that only a grandfather could offer. She shyly tucked her chin to her chest, giggling while Plo swiped his long finger against her cheek to brush a coil of hair behind her ear. “How are you?”

Luna leaned her head against his shoulder, playing with the soft fabric of his robe as she spoke in a sing-song voice, “I’m ok, ba’buir. Can we go see the butterflies in the garden?”

“I’m afraid not today, little one,” Plo apologized softly as he carried her towards Wolffe and you. “There are important matters I must attend to within the high council.”

She jutted her bottom lip in a pout. “Aww, okay. Tomorrow?”

He glanced back at Wolffe, the two exchanging a brief, silent conversation before Plo looked back at Luna, eyes crinkling with his pleased expression. “Of course. I will make the time to bring you to the garden. I saw a new butterfly that I think you will find very beautiful.”

“Really?” Luna gasped.

He nodded, poking her nose. “Not quite as beautiful as you, little one, but close.”

“Thank you, ba’buir,” she said with a soft giggle.

Master Plo finally turned your way, bowing his head in a greeting nod that you returned. He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “How have you been with Nova, tenooya?”

You always felt a pang of appreciation in your chest when he called you daughter in Kel Dorian. It made you feel so at home, loved by Wolffe and his father, that you often struggled to fight the lump in your throat when he’d say it.

You glanced at Nova, now asleep with her head resting on Wolffe’s shoulder, and sighed softly. “It’s been tough but we’ve been managing pretty well. Wolffe helps me a lot when Nova struggles to sleep through the night and he stays home with the girls when I have to go to work. I’m really grateful for all the effort he’s put into being there when I can’t.”

Plo hummed, offering a proud look towards Wolffe and the sleeping baby. “You’ve proven yourself to be an excellent father and husband, Commander. I had no doubts.”

Wolffe cleared his throat, shuffling from foot to foot as if struggling to keep himself formal. He placed his hand over Nova’s back in a cradling gesture, curtly nodding at Master Plo in a gesture of thanks. “I do what I can for my family, buir.”

Luna was the first to frown when the comlink on Master Plo’s vambrace emitted a faint chime. She immediately locked her arms around his neck, whining softly, “No, don’t go, ba’buir! We haven't had tea time yet! We just got here!”

Plo brushed his hand over her head, sighing softly. “I’m sorry, little moon. While I enjoy your visits, I'm afraid I have much work to do. No need to fret, I will see you tomorrow, alright?”

She sniffled, wiping her glossy eyes with the back of her hand. “And you gonna show me the butterflies?”

“I’ll show you all that your little heart desires.”

That was enough for Luna to reluctantly nod. She turned away, signaling for Master Plo to set her back down on the ground. The moment her feet touched the tile, she walked to your side and wrapped her arms around your leg, burying her face against your thigh as she sniffled a few more times.

Master Plo peered down at her with the faintest look of sadness before turning to Wolffe and Nova. He tilted his head while Wolffe turned his shoulder, allowing the Kel Dor to get a better look at the baby’s sleeping expression. Plo’s expression was gentle but there seemed to be a sense of pride and happiness as he glanced from her to Wolffe, then to you and Luna. With a gentle touch, as light and airy as a feather, he caressed his knuckle over the rosiest part of the baby’s cheek, exhaling a soft sigh.

“You’ve made quite an impressive family, Wolffe,” he murmured, “They are a testament of your good heart and devotion, and I am honored to be here to watch you and your children grow. The Force has rewarded you well for the sacrifices you made for others. You’ve made me proud, son.”

The comlink on his vambrace sang out once more. Luna reached out, longingly making grabby gestures towards Master Plo when he began to step away from the clan of four. You reassuringly placed a hand on her back and rubbed her arm in soothing motions with the other.

“I will see you tomorrow, little moon,” he promised her before glancing at you. “Perhaps you and Nova would like to join us? Master Obi-Wan and Master Jocasta have been eager to meet the little one.”

“I would love to join, ba’buir,” you said warmly, honored by the invitation. “We’ll see you then.”

He nodded, giving Wolffe a final gaze that only the two of them could understand.

“Buir.”

“Wolffe.”

A gentle silence settled as Master Plo entered the lift to the high council’s chamber. Wolffe remained in place, gazing at the spot where the general once stood, before finally turning his head towards Luna when she sniffled loudly.

With one hand on Nova’s back to support her sleeping body, he crouched down to a knee and gently thumbed Luna’s chin, tilting her head up. She tried to cower against the shelter of your thigh, but Wolffe’s voice grabbed her attention.

“Lulu,” he muttered, holding the side of her face. “You’ll see your ba’buir tomorrow. Do you want Comet to see you crying when he visits tonight?”

She hesitated, then shook her head, her voice barely above a soft whisper. “No, papa.”

He cocked his head, the corner of his mouth lifting. “What’d I tell you to do when you miss ba’buir?”

She unfurled from your side, lifting her gaze to Wolffe’s. “If I think really-really hard about how I miss him, I’ll feel him in my heart?”

“That’s it, pup.” He soothingly rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “He’ll give you a little nudge if you think about him really, really hard.”

She sniffled once more but she didn’t seem as sad about Master Plo’s departure as before. Glancing back down the way you came, she suddenly sagged her shoulders. Luna rubbed her knuckle into her eye before looking up to her father and lifting her hands. “Can you carry me?”

Wolffe’s happiness was subtle, contained within the sudden glint in his eyes as he gently put Nova back in the carrier on your chest. She stirred, eyes flicking open as she regained her comfort within the harness, only to fall asleep not a moment later. Her pacifier fell from her lips, quickly replaced with her thumb.

Wolffe scooped Luna up and placed her on his shoulders, giving her the chance to rest her cheek against his head. He held her ankles as she interlocked her fingers underneath his chin, tired eyes fluttering open and closed every few seconds.

Your face fell with sympathy and you reached up to gently brush her wild curls out of her face. “Did all that walking get you tired, Lulu?”

“Yes, mommy,” she murmured, sleepily curling Wolffe’s hair around her fingers. She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that it was tickling her nose. As you and Wolffe began your walk back out the temple, each of you carrying one of your sleepy babies, Luna gave a long open-mouthed yawn, smacking her lips together. “Papa?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“Can you tell me the story about the small people and the volcano?”

He huffed. “With the Aleena’s? You know that story, Lulu. I tell it to you every night.”

“Mhm, I like it.” Her faint giggle was too sleepy to last more than a second before turning into a sigh. “It’s silly.”

“Yeah, I know,” he huffed under his breath, giving you a look when you smirked. You knew the story well, and you were also aware of how much he hated spending time on Aleen. Luna’s obsession with the story was nothing more than a curse, but Wolffe could never seem to say no when she’d ask to hear it over and over again.

He couldn’t really say no to her at all.

You took a step closer to his side, walking shoulder-to-shoulder as he began recounting the memory.

“I was part of a relief expedition at the time. You remember what that means, Lulu?”

“Mhm. You went and saved people with food and water and medicine.”

“Hm, close enough. Well, your papa was sent with these two droids-”

“R2D2 and C3PO.”

“...Are you going to tell the story, or am I?”

“Sorry, papa. Keep going.”

Wolffe continued, oblivious to the smile you gave him and Luna. Even as Luna’s eyes began to stay closed longer than she could keep them open, Wolffe continued talking, ignoring those who looked at him as he walked by. He paid no mind to the Jedi or the clones that watched him go, telling his daughter’s favorite story while she sleepily played with his hair.

Nova stirred on your chest. You looked down at her, the perfect little blend of you and your husband, and lovingly brushed your thumb down the bridge of her nose.

“My little stars,” you murmured quietly to yourself, caressing all of the features she shared with her father. “Your daddy and I love you and your big sister very, very much.”

Distracted by the sleeping baby, you didn’t realize that Wolffe had stopped at the entrance of the temple. He was gazing right at you, subtle love sitting in his eyes. The moment you walked to his side, he arched his brows and pointed a finger up at the sleeping girl on his shoulders. Luna’s arms sagged on both sides of his head, her cheek squished against the top of his head as she snored, mouth open.

“Wow,” you sang, slightly impressed. “She’s out cold.”

Wolffe shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t blame her. Comet has a habit of sucking everyone’s energy pretty quickly.”

You smirked. “Either that or your story was boring enough to knock her out.”

“Smartass,” he murmured, causing you to playfully gasp and cover Nova’s ears.

“Mind your manners, riduur. There are children present.” Wolffe rolled his eyes and you smirked, nudging his side. As you stepped outside, you recalled Plo’s words and smiled softly to yourself, causing Wolffe to tilt his head in curiosity.

“Something on your mind?”

“Mm. I’m just thinking about what Master Plo said…” You glanced up at Luna, your heart bursting at the sight of her hand subconsciously resting on her father’s cheek, even in her sleep. “He’s right, you know.”

“About our family?” His attention flicked down to Nova and he swallowed, tearing his eyes away to look straight ahead. “I know. You girls are all I could ever need in life.”

“No,” you said softly, shaking your head. “Not about that, although I love you for thinking that way… I’m talking about what he said about you being a good father and a good husband. I know it’s hard to believe it sometimes but he's right. You are a good father and you’re the best husband I could ever ask for. You know that, right?”

Wolffe took a moment before he sagged his shoulders with a slow, eased breath through his nose. His throat bobbed with a swallow and his fingers continued subconsciously caressing the skin of Luna’s ankle, seeking her touch as if to comfort himself.

Eventually, he spoke.

“I try to be like him, cyare.”

You halted at the bottom of the temple steps, causing Wolffe to stop and turn. When he noticed your glossy eyes, he took a step closer before leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You sighed, your body easing the moment you felt him near.

“You’re doing an amazing job, Wolffe,” you murmured, kissing his nose. “Plo is proud of you and I am too.”

Wolffe kissed your forehead before straightening up. He cupped the side of your face and smirked, his voice low and teasing when he said, “You’re goin’ soft on me, cyare.”

You huffed in mock frustration, swatting his wrist away before turning back towards the parked airspeeder.

“What?” He called after you, causing Nova to stir awake. “Am I wrong?”

Without looking over your shoulder, you lifted a hand and flipped him off, earning a gravelly laugh. Wolffe gently laid Luna down in the back seats as you hopped into the passenger seat, one hand holding the back of Nova’s head as she tilted it to look at you. Sleepy eyes blinked, flicking around her surroundings before immediately settling on Wolffe as he sat in the driver’s seat.

When he saw her open eyes, he smiled and leaned over, stamping a soft kiss to her forehead. She babbled and he chuckled, shaking his head at her antics.

You grunted in disbelief, smirking when he gave you a strange look.

“Who’s going soft now?”

Wolffe rolled his eyes but he didn’t deny it — and deep down, you knew he never would.

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sailorkamino · 1 year

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'wildflower' masterlist

relationships: twi'lek!jedi!reader x bad batch, background reader x plo koon & 104th [gn, neurodivergent r and batch, can be platonic or romantic]

summary: you've spent the first year of the war with master plo and the wolfpack, now you're getting a special assignment. this is a series of one shots about a chaotic squad (family) saving the republic and pissing off sith lords along the way.

a/n: set during clone wars - republic victory au, no use of y/n, clones age normally once they reach adulthood, the havoc marauder is bigger (imagine the ghost from rebels), between missions the batch stays on coruscant

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you can sit with us ✿ 1st meeting on kamino ft. protective wolffe

dancing and tookas (wrecker's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite himbo

the force and plants (tech's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite nerd

healing and meditation (hunter's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite dad friend

fights and hugs (crosshair's pov) ✿ bonding with our favorite bastard

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intermundia · 3 months

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@ anon with the lovely hospital AU, apologies for the delay i was chewing on this for a couple days haha there's a whole season of grey's anatomy primetime soap worthy material. i love how fully you've filled out the AU with characters and unspooled all the drama. i can see why it would be difficult to write, it does have a big scope of imagination there. thank you for sharing it with meeeeeee

for everyone 700 words of lovely obikin hospital AU worldbuilding, continued beneath the cut!!

Shmi is a renowned heart surgeon. Best there is in the country (not just the state thank you very much) and she did it all while her son was young. Her grandmother (Grandma Mira) and her two cousins (Peli Moto and Beru Whitesun ) both helped her out a ton. She is admired and Skywalker is a name very well known in medical circles.

She decided to became a heart surgeon when her own mother (insert name here) died from a heart issue that no one wanted to touch surgically. Anakin was 9 years old. Anakin has his mom up on a pedestal - she is perfect and smart, the best surgeon, the best mom, she’s done it all. Anakin feels the pressure to be just as good as his mom. People expect him to be just as brilliant and successful as his mother. He expects it from himself. Shmi just wants him to be happy. Anakin is ready to start his residency at 25. His mother is in line to be chief of surgery at the hospital she works at (Twin Suns Medical Center). Its considered the hospital to intern at if you want your specialty to be heart surgery. Anakin isn’t really sure what he wants to specialize in, and he doesn’t want people to say that he got it easy during his internship. So he goes to the next best thing (it’s actually the number one hospital overall in the country but to Anakin is second to the hospital where shmi works because Shmi works there). He goes to Jedi Coruscant General Hospital. Chief Executive officer (in charge of whole hospital) : Breha Organa Chief of Surgery : Bail Organa (general surgeon) Brain Surgeon (top brain guy in the country) : Obi-Wan Kenobi 4th year resident: Padme Amidala (Anakin’s assigned resident) Heart Surgeon: Mace Windu Trauma Surgeon: Shaak Ti Pediatric Surgeon: Plo Koon Neonatal Surgeon: Siri Tachi Plastic Surgeon: Quinlan Vos Orthopedic Surgeon: Qui-Gon Jinn Head of the hospital board: Mon Mothma Cancer surgeon: Jocosta Nu Eye Surgeon: Dooku Vascular Surgeon: Wolffe Yoda - retired chief of surgery and general surgeon Anakin’s cohort: Aayla, Ferus Olin, Rex, Jesse, Echo, Fives 4th Year Residents: Sabe, Clovis, Bly 5th year residents: Depa Billaba, Bultar Swan, Cody Anakin’s running late on his first day, in the parking lot he’s too distracted trying to make sure he has everything in his bag that he bumps into a red head and spills the red head’s hot tea all of his shirt. “shit. Fuck. Sorry. Sorry.” Keeps walking but turns around to walk backwards to meet the really pretty blue eyes of the definitely pissed off red head “I owe you. I’ll bring you a … a coffee? Was it coffee during lunch. Sorry!” Ferus Olin, a childhood nemesis makes his appearance. He’s assigned to be Padme’s intern (the woman who gave him back his engagement ring when he was 22 and 27. He hadn’t realized she was back in town and that maybe it was purposeful that he didn’t know). Its turning out to be a truly shit day and then the pretty red head from the parking lot makes his appearance and anakin wants to sink into the ground. But. The red head picks him to help him with a surgery. … Its pretty much a grey’s anatomy AU. Obi-Wan and anakin start hooking up pretty much immediately. Ferus Olin and Anakin make nice and turn out to be pretty decent friends. Then. Anakin realizes that Padme had kids, with him. The twins. And never told him. 🤯. That’s smoothed over. He’s a dad now. He loves it. Obi-Wan’a supportive. Their secret relationship is starting to not be so secret anymore. Then. obi-wan’s ex wife (Satine Kryze) pop in with a kid. obi-wan’s kid. Obi-Wan never told him that he’d been married or that he had a kid. They break up. Anakin thinks about quitting. Then about transferring. Then gets side tracked because Aunt Beru (his mom’s cousin) got married and her husband’s dad was in a bad car crash. Its all hands on deck to save his life. Shmi makes an appearance at the hospital and Obi-Wan realizes that Anakin is Shmi’s son 🤯 Owen’s dad makes it. Anakin and Obi-Wan make up. Their relationship is outted but everything works out. There’s other small and big dramas but thats pretty much it lol

#obikin #fanfic stuff #lovely AU #thank you for sharing it #i prefer short posts don't mind me lmao

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matchademi · 7 months

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Ok ok funny hc for Miwa

Quinlan Vos and Plo Koon fought to have Miwa as their padawan obviously Plo won but once a year Quinlan trys to steal her and dad-plo just force trips him picking up his padawan and walks away to meditate

@dukeoftheblackstar (for the Plo)

#jedi oc miwa #plo koon #quinlan vos #jedi padawan oc #jedi oc #star wars #the clone wars

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13ag21k · 2 years

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I had the idea of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Plo Koon stealing Ahsoka from Anakin and I think it is so freaking adorable! Like hear me out okay, they just want to spend more time with her and they adore her, I love seeing Ahsoka forming closer bonds with 212th and Plo's Wolf pack. That would be so endearing to see. Anakin coming back from a mission realizing Obi-Wan or Master Plo have stolen his padawan again is everything. He might think they do that because they don't trust Ahsoka with Anakin or don't approve of his teaching methods but all the while both of Ahsoka's other dads just want to spend more time with her.

I would've loved to see the same thing for Count Dooku and Obi-Wan, Dooku wanting to spend more time with him and loving Obi-Wan even more than Qui-Gon himself would have added ten years to my life span. Obi-Wan deserves all the love he can get okay? Dooku constantly giving him compliments and saying that he is proud of Obi-Wan and would've liked to have him as his padawan is EVERYTHING, like imagine If those two had a closer bond, Obi-Wan might've been able to save him in the end of the clone wars.

I know attachments aren't allowed and all but these self indulgent ideas are swarming inside my brain and won't let me sleep, not that I'm complaining ofcourse.

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youeverjustmarryabountyhunter · 1 year

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Figured I might as well start actually posting about this Au I made-

The au in question is a Star Wars modern au that I plan to one day turn into an actual fic, but as of now it's just one poorly put together chapter and a lot of brainstorming!

It's sort of a slice of life/everyone lives/happy ending story. It's centered around Boba Fett and started as a joke about his name and how in a modern setting when people first meet him they say 'Like the tea?' And he gets irrationally annoyed by it. Hence the name "No, Not The Tea" (but shortened to "Not The Tea" because removing 1 word suddenly makes it less of a mouthful)

But let's meet the characters, yeah?

The star of our show, Boba Fett, is 15 years old and the story starts with his first year of highschool. He's grumpy (your typically moody teen) and the youngest of his brothers unless you count Din (14) and he does because he's tired of being the baby. (It does have its perks, though) Din isn't actually his brother, but he and the rest of their little rag tag group might aswell be family. (Peli 17, Fennec 16, and Cobb 15)

Next up we have everyone's favorite dad, Jango Fett! (He's a very good father in this) Father of 3 boys(or so he thought) Kote "Cody" (23), Rex(19), and Boba, he has his hands full despite two of them being grown. He works as a bounty hunter (cause that's an actual profession) and his hobbies include annoying his family, and crushing on his kids history teacher. At the age of 18, he signed up to be a sperm donor unaware of just how much they would be using his DNA. Turns out? A lot. And the majority don't seem to have a good home life. He's sufficiently pissed, when he finds out.

Coming in as the eldest child of the Fett household we have Cody! (That was until 17 and Fox showed up at least) Any legal document you find will say "Kote" but people are stupid and difficult and can't pronounce it (it's exceedingly simple, really) so Cody was born. Cody is a caffeine addict (though what Fett isn't?) and will jump at any opportunity to bother his younger brothers. (He once got Obi-Wan to buy Boba a boba-tea..Obi-Wan thought it was sweet! Boba almost committed a murder. They do not speak of that incident)

The middle child that somehow became a father to twins before anybody else could even think of utter the words "grandchildren" would be Rex. It's not like it's his fault! He figured having his 8th period of his senior year would be fun. He didn't anticipate that helping his gym teacher out would involve talking a sophomore down from a panic attack. (Echo, 16 at the time. 17 when our story starts) It's absolutely not Rex's fault that he and his twin followed him around like little ducklings after that. (Fives called him dad as a joke, so Rex took it upon himself to tell Jango that he had grandkids and almost gave the man a heart attack.) It doesn't help the Echo and Fives look suspiciously like Boba- hey wait a minute! Yeah, you guessed it. Long lost kids^^

Alright speed round let's go,

Arla's kids are the Bad Batch boys(she adopted them, they have no relation to Jango. Hunter 21, Wrecker 20, Crosshair and Tech 19) Omega is 11 and her biological daughter. Her big brothers love her to death.

Ahsoka is 19 and Rex's bff.

Luke and Leia are also 11, and they're their parents (and Uncle Obi's, and auntie soka's) pride and joy. Anakin and Padme have basically adopted Han (15. Was in Boba's grade but got held back) as their own at this point.

Wolffe is Cody's age, and the oldest of his brothers (Sinker, Boost, and Comet). They were put into the system (Yes, they came from Jango's DNA) and Plo Koon adopted them. When Jango and Plo first met they exchanged numbers and gushed about their children. (There is much more to that story but that's for a later post)

Ima-gun Di is an ex war general and currently married to Keeli. These two have absolutely NO role in the story whatsoever, I just love them. Jango has only met them once and it was because Ima-gun mistook Jango for Keeli at a grocery store once.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a tired, loving man who teaches history at a highschool and has a not so secret crush on one of his student's fathers. (He's actually taught all the Fett boy's, lord help him.)

Jaster Mereel just wants to know how his ad keeps ending up with kids. He was already confused where the first three came from but now there are 7??(Alpha-17. Oldest. Jango is more of a brother to him if anything. Fox, did not intend to be apart of this family in the slightest and that was fine up until he met Boba and they bonded. Now he's an Ori’vod?? Yeah that checks. Then of course Cody, Rex, Echo&Fives, and Boba.) Best grandfather ever.

Mando'a is a language, because I actually love it sm-

There is so much more lore to this au than I realized, and this isn't even all of it. I fully plan on posting more, and I have a lot of art that I've done for it if I would ever get around to finishing it/posting it. Feel free to ask questions, and I hope to post more!

(Fun fact, I accidentally deleted all of this the first time I type it. So this is the second time I've typed it- I'm not bitter.)

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interdimensionalmenace · 7 months

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Y’all ever think about how Obi-Wan was 35 when the Clone Wars started. Anakin was 19, Ahsoka was 14, the Clones were 10 but also 20. And Obi-Wan was 35.

He was the only proper adult with life experience out of all of the above but he was still only 35.

He was 38 when Order 66 happened. When the galaxy as he knew it for 38 years of his life ended.

Yes he was an adult but in a galaxy where Force users are still active and fighting at 83 (Dooku) or 864 (Yoda) or 300+ (Plo Koon), 38 is YOUNG. After raising Anakin for 13 years, he’d be considering another padawan. Had the war never happened he would’ve likely taken one already. Had he not been a Jedi, he may have been raising a kid with Satine at 38.

God, Anakin was too young. 19 when the war started, 23 by the time it ended. Ahsoka was a baby, 14 when it began and 17 when it ended. She never got to be a real teenager. Anakin never got to be a dad. But Obi-wan…

#my heart aches for all of them #it hurt me to realize when I watched through everything a couple years ago that I was the same age as Anakin in AOTC #it hurt and still hurts to know thst #and to know that when I was Ahsoka’s age #i had just graduated high school #but Obi-Wan at the end of the war is just one year old than my dad was when he and my mom had me #and isn’t that just heartbreaking?#obi wan kenobi #star wars #the clone wars #obi-wan kenobi tcw

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thefandomchaos · 2 years

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Commander Anakin Skywalker AU

He is still the chosen one, but he came to the temple due to a rescue mission that Obi-Wan took.

He would be born 36BBY, same as Ahsoka

Shimi died when he was three, he was left Orphan and survived with other slaves who would be kind to him.

He would come to the temple year 31BBY which would make him five yrs old

Obi-Wan formed a bond with him after meeting and realized he is the Chosen One

He took it upon himself to train him

Qui-Gon still died at the hands of Maul, but after knighting Obi-Wan

Ahsoka and Anakin would become best friends, but she will be trained by Plo-Koon.

Palpatine is a creep we do not trust, Obi-Wan makes sure to keep his padawan away from him

Anakin and Padme don’t get together (the age gap will now be 9yrs-) but still become friends

AOTC still happens but it’s instead a 14yr old Anakin because why would that stop Anakin from doing everything he did- the only difference is that Anakin won’t kill a bunch of sand people and him and Padme aren’t oh so awkwardly flirting

He still looses his arm (+ the scar from Ventress) and is left traumatized for a bit-

Clone Wars start and now suddenly his a 14yr old Commander-

501st is mixed into the 212th so our favorite boys are still here-

All of Clone Wars still happens, Ahsoka doesn’t get expelled because of course not- your telling me the Padawan of #1 Clone Dad would bomb the Jedi Temple?- funny-

Anakin believes Fives about the chips, they look into it and find out every Clone has one

They trace it back to Dooku who reveals Palpatine

18yr old Anakin fulfills his Destiny by killing Palpatine and bringing Balance to the universe

He gets knighted and they all live happily ever after because no Order 66, no turning to the dark side, no creepy palps

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #au idea #star wars au #alternate universe #padawan anakin #commander cody #cc 2224 #captain rex #ct 7567 #happy ending #order 66 doesn’t happen #they’re all happy-

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dukeoftheblackstar · 9 months

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Why do you even like Plo?

This is like asking me why I breathe, nonnie <": But let me try and answer this as sensible as possible ♥

Plo Koon is 385-years old

Imagine the sheer amount of knowledge in that squishy, cute head of his and you decide that of all the questions you could ask, you decided to go with whether he'd still love you if you were a worm. (1) Plo would either give you the laziest, most resigned 'Yes, dear' and go back to his naps ♥ or ... (2) Plo would exasperatedly sigh over the fact that you test his resolve in this silly, little, questions and give you the same resounding, 'No, I will not" and you will crack at it for the 128391231923th time.

There is nothing he probably can't do or know a thing or two about. Bet you my left lung that man can knit like a god.

There will always be a fine line between days of keeping himself (1) fit — which means I need to buckle tf up before I combust seeing this old man fuck someone up and be cool-dad about it <": (2) Lazy Days with Plo is my jam ♥ <-

Plo is discreet sassy. I'd go over this but I will need a year.

Plo Koon is Old Money.

If you don't know what that is, babe. Let me tell you when I say you're missing out. if you have been following me or have seen all my shit posts and tags on the Plo Koon / Kel Dor / Dorin tags, old man knees are fabulous — let me tell you why. (1) In a modern setting/au, he will enjoy short or maybe long walks that are not stressful. Will he walk under the blazing heat because the day looks great? No, neither would you bestie so sit tf down ♥ (2) Everything is made for comfort. Fuck the vow of poverty because when when you be rocking like a proper Balenciaga Sugar Daddy while traversing the Underworld, you best believe Daddy Plo be loaded AF. We're talking the Egyptian Cotton Sheets,

Plo Koon is one you would not want to shut up. Ever. At all. Like. Babe. If you ever shush this man. I will hunt you down, huntie ♥

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'Ts my favorite thing in the world ♥

Plo Koon has wholesome sassy chaotic gae friends.

Plo Koon just too pure for this world ♥

Now please watch that last gif on loop and tell me that that does not make you feel things because babe, if it doesn't... Idk man. You need to get them eyes checked ♥

But in all seriousness, my love for Plo Koon is because we don't always get wholesome characters that live long and it makes you wonder what life would have been like if he did.

I'm always fascinated by age apart from it being so damn sexy.

You hear talks about clones and their strife on how hard it is being the remaining survivor and I don't want to invalidate that. Not at all. But imagine having to relieve that through centuries. Imagine how someone like Plo, who has so much appreciation for life and everything both having spent at least a few years of his life at Dorin and him returning to become a Baran Do Sage, only to constantly practice the lack of attachment?

I'm not saying that's bad or conflicting, but imagine all the things he had to repress to fulfill his purpose both as a Sage and a Jedi. And he's smart, super damn smart. Someone who's smart with a guarded heart is a lie. His heart isn't guarded, he hurts. But he he has to swallow that because he has a role to fulfill.

I could go on so much about why I find him so interesting but I'm stuck in a bad vibe rn and all I can say is I love him so much because I want him to rest? Like hello?

Let that man take his goddamn afternoon nap and teas? And for someone so loved as a wholesome character, he's slept on and frankly, I don't like that.

Plus, I bet you Kel Dors got big dicks, so there's also that. ktnxbye.

#♝#dukeoftheblackstar answers #♝-answers #plo koon

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fae-koon · 4 months

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HELLO FELLOW Star Wars SELFSHIPPER! Your s/I has a lightsaber in your icon so I’m gonna assume they have one TYVUYB. Since Obi is your dad, did he train your s/I? And since they are your familiars too, I wanna know about their relationship with Ahsoka and Annakin too! Maybe a little bit of friendly sibling rivalry going on? I’M SO CURIOUS

HELLO HELLO HELLO IM SORRY IM GETTING 2 THIS SO LATE !!!

yesss they do !!! <3 actually Obi is my brother !!! in canon i'm the oldest by two years, but in my AU's it depends / can even be younger than him.

Qui-Gon actually trained the both of us !!! He (in his usual fashion) fought the Council in order to do so. Basically the TL;DR is that I lost my original Master a few years back and ended up under the care of Plo-Koon temporarily while mentally recovering from the event. It was around then I met Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon and ended up accidently forming a bond w/ them and that's that !!!

I should make a post writing out the full deets but that's the basics !!

as for Anakin and Ahsoka, we actually get along really well - not really any rivalry or anything. I helped care for Anakin in his early days at the Temple and he really looks up to me because of that. my relationship w/ Ahsoka isn't as fleshed out, but she thinks i'm cool nonetheless :3

#「 mail time ! 」#「 jedi fam 」#IM SO SORRY FOR GETTING TO THIS LATE ONCE AGAIN

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jedicakes08 · 9 months

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This is a discarded small plots from a series I don’t plan on continuing on AO3. It’s a second story following the chamber of secrets in where clone characters go to Hogwarts and help Harry find a new home and live happily and stuff. If you wanna check it out here’s a link to the series I did.

This was posted due to a reader from AO3 who seemed to like it. Shout out to Biblioworm

Tech hums as he reads over Harry’s homework. “You’ve done well Harry. I think you’ll do well this year.”

Beaming a little Harry Hugs Tech. “Thanks Tech!”

Tech pats his head as he’s still not used to hugs. “Yes we’ll have you finished reading all the potion books?”

With a nod Harry pulls out the last book. “I did. Though a lot of it seems like it’s for the years ahead of us.”

“That’s because it is.” Tech takes the book and brings it to the bookshelf in the now library of the base. “I thought you could use the extra help seeing as professor Snape seems to dislike you.”

“How’d you know that?” Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well it’s quite obvious really.” He looks up as Crosshair walks over with a scowl. “Have you finished your reading of charms Crosshair?”

He huffs. “I have.” Setting the book down

Wrecker cheers as he’s got his cat. A very large Kneazle with the coat pattern of an explosion. It meowed as it sat itself on Wrecker's head. “I think I’ll call you Boomie!” It meows in enjoy at the name.

Hunter felt his eye twitch a bit knowing he’s got to be the one to take care of it now.

Crosshair not one for any animal with fur or feathers looks over at the snakes. If that Weasley boy as Hunter liked to call him could have a rat. Why not a snake? There was no rule against it after all. He watches as one snake slowly peaks out from the corner. It was small and its eyes were missing. Clearly slashed off. ‘Hey.’

The snake jumps and looks towards Crosshair. ‘You are a sssspeaker?’ It hisses slowly.

‘Yeah I am.’ Crosshair had heard that term used before when dealing with reptile species across the galaxy so this wasn’t new.

‘Pleassse sssspeaker!” It begs. ‘Take me away from here pleasssse!” It moves closer and slightly hits the glass. ‘They hurt me ssspeaker! They took my eyessss!”

Without hesitation Crosshair picks up the snake from its strangely heavily caged box once he opens it. ‘Will you obey me?’

‘Oh yesss sssspeaker I will! I pormisssse!”

He flinched at how much the snake was yelling. ‘Then I’ll take you.’ Taking the snake up to the counter the shop attendant quickly jumps seeing that snake.

“I forgot we had one.” The shop keeper looks like he wants to pass out. “Twenty gallons for that one.”

Plo Koon smiled at his sons now having their wands, uniforms, trunks, clothes, and all the other stuff. He can’t help but coo at how adorable Wolffe looks ready for school. A real proud Buri moment that makes his eyes water. “Look at you my sons.” His breath shakes in joy. Emotions into the force can’t help with the feeling of pride. “I can’t believe you're all going to school!”

He holds his heart. Wolf pack was the oldest of the vode. Wolffe didn’t like shinies because of how attached the others could get causing them to do stupid stuff to protect the shines. So only those eleven and older got in. Wolffe blushes a bit. “Thanks Buri.” He and the others hug Plo tightly.

Plo can’t helps it and cries in the middle of the alley way. “I’m a proud dad!”

Obi-wan sips his tea watching this from his spot at a little cafe. “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” He repeats with a smile as Waxer and Boil hold up with Owls.

Getting to the bookstore was more of a challenge this year. It was packed out more than usual. “What do you think is going on?” Harry looks up at hinter with big eyes.

Hunter strained his ears but couldn’t hear much over the group of women giggling or squealing a bit. “I’m not sure.” Looking down at his list he notices all the DADA books are written by the same man. Lockheart.

“It appears that the person who wrote the books we will need this year is doing signings.” Tech points to a poster in the window of the shop.

Rex sighs. “Why do I have a feeling this won’t be good?” Cody shakes his head a bit as they being Walking inside the crowded bookshop they try to split up to try and find their books. Hunter and Rex keep a close hand on Harry.

All the sudden Harry gets grabbed. “Ah!” Harry pulls on Hunter and in a flash Hunter pulls out his knife, Cody pulls out his blaster. Wrecker grabs the man, tosses him in the air and pins him against the wall.

“Who do you think you are grabbing are brother like that!” Wrecker growls like a strill as Boomie hisses swiping at the man’s face.

“Ah!” The man quickly holds up his hands. “Easy there my friend I was just trying to greet Mr. Potter over there.” He moves a hand towards Harry who’s behind Tech at this point.

“Well, have you ever heard of manners?” Wrecker holds him tighter.

“Now now, let me introduce myself. I am Gildory Lockheart! And I just thought that I should introduce myself to Mr. Harry Potter and tell him that I shall be the new defense against the dark arts professor at Hogwarts.” He smiles as Hunter gives Wrecker the signal to set him down.

Cody tenses a bit as everyone watches them as Lockheart continues. “I’m fact I shall be giving Mr. Potter and all of his friends have free copies of my books they’ll need for school!”

People clap as Cody sighs. He somehow doubts that even magic could make enough books for his brothers.

Mcgonagall stared at the sea of clones. They were all in the back letting the smaller children in front. She could feel her eyes drawn to the one that seemed bigger than Hagride. After going through her normal speech she lets them all in.

Looking at her now long list of names and numbers. Though most of the numbers were marked out and had names attached to them. This was sure to be the longest sorting of the school in a while.

Going through the names it was clear certain clones seemed to be the favorites as even the ones yet to be sorted would cheer for two clones named Waxer and Boil who like the Weasley twins gave her the strange urge to drink and retire. Wolffe when he and a bunch of oddly named ones like Comet, Sinker, Boost, and two Dash with the only distinction is one having a four and the other a nine at the end when they all get sorted into Hufflepuff.

Crosshair got a large fanfare from the largest one when he went to the Slytherin table. Watching him sit next to Hunter and Potter. Finally it was the largest ones turn. As soon as she saw his name she had a sinking feeling that the Weasley twins and the two clones would cause the most grey hairs in all the staff. Sitting on the stool he was to high for her to reach but it didn’t matter as the old stool that has been at Hogwarts as long as the hat shatters causing him to fall. “Oops sorry about that.”

He laughs a bit and at this point I place the hat on his head with a slight prayer to magic he isn’t a Gryfindor. “HUFFLEPUFF!” The hat calls out and I can’t help but sigh in relief as he walks over to the table to be greeted by Wolffe and his brothers.

As I call up the next name there's a crash and the bench holding Wrecker breaks. “SORRY!” He yells somehow being louder than Dumbledore when he magics his voice.

Flitwick goes over to see if he can fix it and possibly charm it to be stronger. Hopefully the wine at the teachers table is stronger tonight as well.

Soon I’m down to a few and one that wasn’t in alphabetical order even thought it seemed like a normal name. “Ahsoka Tano!”

An orange girl with a strange head thing walks up as all the sudden they cheered and she hasn’t even been sorted. Placing the hat on her head the moment she’s sorted their table erupts into a massive cheer as others sulk.

After eating and watching Crosshair glare down professor Snape in an honestly shocking duel to see who would back down. “Wow I’ve never seen professor Snape glare that hard before.” He can hear what someone says.

Trying to focus on his breathing and not the annoying sound of utensils scraping plates he looks at Crosshair. “You wanna calm down?”

“Not until he backs down.” Crosshair says through gritted teeth.

Dumbledore stands up and I dread whatever speech he’s about to give. It’s almost the same as last year except he introduced four new teachers. “I would like all of you to give a warm welcome to the new teachers. For defense against the dark arts please welcome professor Gildory Lockheart!” All of the men don’t clap and just stare at Lockheart. The anger from the incident in the bookstore is still there as they all grew closer to Harry. No one could care and Tech had already found inconsistency in his books. Major ones too so no Hunter and the others didn’t trust him. The anger though everyone could feel it and you could cut it with a knife in the great hall. “Now we have new subjects that are mandatory for everyone to take this year as we all know many things have happened. First up in galactic politics and history with professor Obi-wan Kenobi!”

That gets all the vode to cheer loudly. Crosshair slowly claps still staring down Snape.

“Now you only have to take this once at your time in school and that is a gym class.” Dumbledore smiles. “The school board thought it would be best to add this to help all of you. So I would like for all of you to greet your new gym teacher Sir Anakin Skywalker!” The 501st erupted into massive cheers. Even louder than Kenobi’s. It was clear this was a challenge.

“Oh no.” Hunter sighs, putting his hands on his head.

“And now we have a galactic species specialist, please welcome professor Plo Koon!”

The great hall physically shakes as all of the wolf pack cheer and begin to howl like wolves. Master Koon waved beaming with pride.

“Crosshair stop.” Hunter tries to pull him away as they make their way to the common rooms. He and Snape still haven’t stopped glaring at each other.

Crosshair clenches his fist. “He started it.”

“I don’t care who started it. I'm ending it so we can get the rules and go to bed.”

“No.”

“Crosshair it’s twelve at night. It ends now!”

“You feel okay Harry?” Cody looks him over.

Harry nods. “Yeah I’m just nervous for tryouts.”

Wrecker pats his back. He had joined the Slytherin table for breakfast. “Don’t be that way. you're totally gonna get on the team!” He laughs.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Draco Malfoy says. “I’m the new seeker.”

“And why is that?” Cody raises an eyebrow.

“Because I’m the best here. I’ve been training since I was little, and my father bought the team Nimbus 2001s.” He smirks.

“Oh I get it.” Crosshair eats his food. “You were so scared of not getting on the team you had your daddy bribe your way on it.”

Draco starts to become red. “No!” He yells “it’s not like that.”

Crosshair laughs. “Sure it is. If you weren’t scared you would do the tryouts like everyone else.”

Draco saw red. “And you think you're better than me?”

Crosshair smirks and sips his juice. Still upset they wouldn’t let him drink coffee. “I don’t think I know.”

“Fine then. Let’s go out to the field and we can see who’s better, you or me.”

“After breakfast.”

Watching Crosshair grab the snitches in under a minute on the broom, Tech somehow had time to build after his studies and internship with the Goblins was kinda boring.

Flint the capitan sighs a bit. “Malfoy, Crosshair down.” Walking over Hunter and the others join. “Listen, your good Crosshair.” Crosshair snorts at that. “But first years aren’t allowed on the team. So Malfoy still is in.”

“Then let Potter tryout against him.” Crosshair at this point wants to watch Malfoy lose.

Flint sighs. “Fine.”

Potter wins and is now on the team with the super broom tech built.

Lockheart seems frazzled by the time they get to DADA. It’s clear he seemed to crack under the brothers not liking him for screwing with Harry. Hunter happily stared down Lockheart, making enough of a deterrent from him to speak to Harry. Sure he tries to get Harry alone but Hunter. Hunter is not letting this strange famous adult man alone with a child.

Skywalker is hard on the class. He’s clearly taking lessons from the temple to teach here. Making them do two laps around the castle, 100 sit ups, pull ups, twenty minute walk sits, and hand to hand combat. “You did an amazing job Longbottom!” Harry pats his back and hands the red faced boy some water.

“Really?” Nevill looks up at Anakin in awe.

“Yeah. A lot better when I was your age.” Anakin pats his head. He could sense how uneasy and unsure Nevill felt of himself. Knowing that feeling, Anakin knew he had to help Nevill.

“But didn’t you grow up learning this stuff?”

Anakin shakes his head. “No I didn’t. I came to the Jedi late so I was so far behind everyone else and I felt like a failure.” Nevill looks up to him. “I knew that I was so far behind and it took me a while but I pushed through and I became strong and was able to show I had value. You have value Nevill , don't sell yourself short.”

“Woah Myrtle you're even cooler than I was told about!” Wrecker laughs as Myrtle makes a water fountain explode.

“Thank you.” She giggles. “You and your brothers are the only nice ones to me.”

Harry looked around Nick's deathday party. It’s going alright. Even after Cody yelled at the headless party. “You okay kid?” Rex places a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry nods. “Yeah I just feel tired.” In reality it feels odd to be celebrating the day your parents were murdered in front of you when you where a baby and the only survivor.

“Then I think it’s time you head to your common room then. Let’s go see if Crosshair is still up.”

On their way back they get stopped by the sight of Flinche’s cat frozen. The words ‘the chamber of secrets is now opened. Enemies of the heir beware!’ Hunter walks over to the cat and checks it out. “It’s alive, just frozen.”

The sounds of footsteps from people leaving the great hall ring out. Quickly running wrecker stops everyone from coming out. The professors rush over. “What happened?” General Kenobi comes and sees the cat.

“We don’t know.” Hunter hands him the cat. “We found her like this.”

“MRS. NORIS!” Flinch cries and rushes over. “You! He screams at Hunter. “YOU AND YOUR FREAKY BROTHERS DID THIS! YOU KILLED HER I KNOW IT!”

“Calm down Mr. Flinch.” Plo puts a hand on his shoulder. “I can tell you they didn’t.

Obi-wan looks over to him. “And Mrs. Noris isn’t dead. She’s just frozen.” Obi-wan begins to use the force to help break the spell.

“General Koon.” Wolffe walks up with Comet holding Ginny Weasley who’s covered in red paint. “We- oh I see you found it.”

“Wolffe, what’s going on?” Snape asks with a sneer.

“We saw something sir. Something you should check out.”

They go to the restrooms to see a giant snake cuddling Crosshair. Crosshair looks at them annoyed. “This thing won’t let me go!”

It hisses with its eyes closed. ‘Don’t worry little speaker I won’t let them hurt you and the baby!’ Crosshair's baby snake was curled up on it as well.

“That’s a Basilisk.” Snape pulls out his wand with the other professors.

Plo, Obi-wan, Anakin, and the bad batch with Rex and Harry all stand in front of them. “Stop! She wort hurt them!” Harry says, holding his arms out.

“And why not?” Snape glares so hard at Harry.

“Because she just wants to protect Crosshair and the baby!”

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Commander Luthal

Prologue

Got a rough prologue and eleven chapters written up, but the first few feel really janky, because I hadn't written in ages. It's not super long, or plot heavy, or really anything, but it features our favourite clone dad Plo Koon and the oc that I want the story to follow. Feedback is welcome. :)

I'd also like to add that the oc is Echani, so pale haired and skinned, but you can imagine her as Thyrsian instead, or completely ignore the physical descriptions and imagine the Echani race appearing however you want, all that matters is that there's little variation in appearance amongst the people.

Word count: 3697

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Master Plo Koon was not a Jedi Seeker, but it seemed the Force had intentions to make him one today. It had only been weeks earlier he’d found a young Togruta girl on Shili and brought her to the temple, and now it seemed he would be bringing back another youngling.

Eshan was a temperate planet, its surface covered in freshwater oceans, wide expanses of forests and plains, and ranges of mountains that stretched high into the sky. Its location in the Inner Rim meant it was well connected, with plenty of trade and opportunities for safe travel, but the people of the planet tended to scare off most visitors.

Echani people were proud of their heritage and culture, but in a galaxy that had coexisted in relative peace for the last thousand years, their fixation on war and combat earned them a wide berth from travellers and sightseers. Civil wars were not uncommon, though often short, so a great many of outside visitors were politicians and diplomats, sent to assist in resolving issues and coming to a peaceful solution, or funding proxy wars for the sake of personal gain and power.

Master Plo was present for the former reason.

Civil war was brewing once more, and it seemed it was to take place directly within the capital, Eshan City, where invisible battle lines were being drawn; mercenaries paid and stationed strategically, law enforcement bribed, black market sales increasing, smuggling going unpunished… on a planet like this, where honour, battle prowess, alliances and lineage were paramount, such things should never go unnoticed, unpunished. But war was brutal, and history would be moulded by the hands of the victors.

It was Master Plo’s hope to deescalate the situation, but politics were synonymous with war amongst the Echani; they fought as much as they spoke. For them, it was their truest form of communication, an art form. To battle with a friend, an enemy, an opponent, an ally, much could be gleaned; their mood, their wishes, their fears, their strongest traits. Loss could mean everything as much as it could mean nothing. A fight that looked to most like it was teetering on the edge of a merciless slaughter could be seen as nothing more than friends coming to an agreement on an issue. Emotions must be read carefully, his words calculated, and his interjections only ever at necessity, if his mission was to succeed.

It was fortunate then that much of it resolved itself. A few well placed words of honour and discipline, of needless danger placed upon elderly warriors too old to fight, and younglings to small to survive from Master Plo eventually snowballed into old allegiances being reborn between old families; matriarchs of families finding ways to secure alliances, favours being called in from powerful politicians and spies being discovered, until a rather convoluted plot to assassinate several members of the Echani Command and replace them with new members was unravelled.

It would be an unstable few weeks while the remaining issues were resolved amongst the Echani, but that was a matter that the Jedi would not interfere with unless it once again grew too dangerous, or the Echani themselves requested them.

His ship was parked on the outskirts in a private shipyard, thoughtfully offered by one the matriarchs on the Echani Command, for she feared his presence may warrant some rather negative reactions from certain people, and she hadn’t wished for him to be blown up upon landing. For the umpteenth time in the last few weeks, he passed by the rundown orphanage that housed at least a hundred children.

An unfortunate area on Eshan, where a rather cruel caste system was still slowly being chipped away at. The lower class, these children amongst them, lived poor lives, destined to either become soldiers, which was admirable in their society, though there was little chance for advancement, or fall prey to the criminal underworld that was right at their doorstep.

“Master Jedi!”

Master Plo halted in his walk, spying a middle aged woman halfway through exiting the entrance to the orphanage. She was nearly indistinguishable from other Echani women; white haired, fair skinned, silver eyed, a few inches shy of 6 feet tall. Their people were all remarkably similar in appearance, thought to be the result of cruel genetic experimentation imposed upon them by Arkanian’s. The Thyrsian’s origins were believed to be much the same.

Her brow was stern, shoulders squared, and her stride was long, but she nodded respectfully to him as he bowed slightly, “I am Master Plo Koon.”

“Riliel Oren. If you aren’t busy, I have a… child I would like you to see.”

“A child?” He stroked his chin thoughtfully, “One you suspect is Force sensitive?” There wasn’t really any other reason she would approach a Jedi about a child.

Riliel Oren nodded, her eyes darting about, as though expecting to find someone listening in, but there were few people around, and none who cared to listen, “Follow me. I will not speak of this any more while outside.”

Master Plo simply nodded, allowing the woman to lead him inside, where a deafening cacophony of laughter, screams, cries and chatter greeted him. Loud, but happy, despite their unfortunate circumstances.

“This youngling,” Master Plo said, falling into step beside her, “How old are they?”

“Just turned six,” Riliel said, “One of the shorter children. She likely won’t pass five and a half feet.”

He nodded silently. That was about as short as Echani could be once they were mature, “And what makes you certain she’s Force sensitive?”

Riliel Oren looked around them again, as though someone other than a child was going to jump from behind a wall. When she spoke, her voice was so quiet Master Plo strained to hear, “When she was three she used to say she could feel invisible hands guiding her own when she would practise or spar.”

Training started early for Echani children, even earlier than Jedi Initiates, who start at four.

“I used to think that was just how she used to describe reflexes, but things never quite add up. She was never very steady on her feet,” she lead them up a flight of stairs, and the noise dimmed slightly, “and she was never any better at sparring than any other of the kids, but then, out of nowhere, sometimes she would block a strike too well, dart back from an attack when she was looking the other way, move her feet before a droid would shoot a stun bolt there…”

Riliel came to a sudden stop outside a closed door, scraped and scuffed, and the handle dulled with use, “And there was a man that used to come and see her,” the tone of her voice gave Master Plo pause, waiting for her to continue, “He never much spoke to me, and I would have never let him come near this place if I had any say, but when I brought it up to the authorities they came back a week later with some politician that said if anyone was willing to adopt one of these kids, I couldn’t say no. Too many orphans after the last war, you see. If I said no I’d lose my job, and… well, I can’t imagine what kind of person they might put in charge here if they don’t care who these children go home with.”

Master Plo nodded, silently agreeing. The children were lucky to have a compassionate woman taking care of them, particularly in such hard times.

“And this man… he was a Zabrak, never told me his name, always wearing a hood… he would show up all hours of the day and night, sometimes I wouldn’t even know, but I’d find Arwen—the child—missing from her bed, or from sparring lessons, only to turn up again, refusing to tell me what happened, because it was a secret. But I’ve noticed she’s gotten better with her sparring since then, much better than she should be. No child should be that focussed at this age, not that precise either…”

“You believe this man was a Jedi?”

Riliel shook her head, lips pursed, “I couldn’t say. I never saw him use the Force.”

“No lightsaber?”

“I never saw one of those, but simply possessing a lightsaber doesn’t make one a Jedi. If he had one, he could have gotten it anywhere.”

“Wise words,” he conceded, “Though it certainly would have helped narrow things down.”

“I’m not worried about who he is,” she interjected, “I’m worried he’ll come back. I’m certain he was teaching her things, whether he could do it himself or not, and there’s just something about him that was never quite right. I could always see it—the way he spoke, the way he stood, the way he moved. Whoever he is, he’s dangerous.”

Echani were exceptional at reading body language, likely having developed the skill when their population had all become startlingly similar in appearance; even parents had issues telling their children apart. Subtle cues and ticks in body language were integral to communication amongst Echani, and unique to individuals in a way that others couldn’t pick up on.

“That is alarming indeed—when was the last time he was here?”

“It’s been four months,” she replied, looking at the metal door they stood before and lowering her voice, “He used to come every two or three weeks or so. She’s been very… withdrawn for the past two months. Arwen said he promised to take her away, but I can’t stomach the thought of letting her leave with him,” she looked at him almost desperately, “There’s nothing I can do for her if he comes back, and I’m certain he will. I know she’s almost too old, and that you Jedi aren’t exactly fond of Echani traditions,” she managed to hide her annoyance well, but not well enough. Master Plo could only wait for her to continue, “but she’s a good girl, very calm, very focussed, I’ve never seen her lose her temper, and I’m sure she’d take well to your training, she’s a good listener—”

“May I see her?”

Riliel looked surprised for only a second, before smiling softly. She turned to knock gently on the door, “Arwen? May I come in?”

He listened for her voice, but only heard a shuffle, then the jiggling of the door’s handle before it slowly swung open.

Arwen was a small child, barely reaching his hip, and looked much like the others; white hair cut bluntly at her shoulders, fair skin with a couple light freckles over her cheeks and nose, and silver eyes, round and slightly irritated, like she’d been crying.

He felt a wave of sympathy. Young enough that he could take her to the temple on Coruscant, but old enough that she would remember life here. Adjustment may be difficult… her eyes flickered over to him slowly, and her brows pulled together. He watched her eyelids flutter, and then her hand reach out slightly, just barely leaving her side.

Master Plo felt a gentle nudge against his mind. Nothing abrupt, nor aggressive or invasive, just there, inquisitive. Surprised, though he shouldn’t have been after what Riliel had told him, he brushed back with his own Force signature, only to feel hers quickly snap back as her back straightened and both her hands went behind her back.

Barely reaching his hip, and little more than skin and bones, she stood like a soldier waiting for orders. She didn’t look at him.

Master Plo smiled from behind his mask, big enough that she would be able to notice if she looked at him. He hoped it might make her feel a little more comfortable. Riliel spoke, “Arwen, this is Master Plo Koon.”

“Hello,” she said quietly, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“Hello, young one. I understand you’ve become quite the little warrior,” he slowly moved down to one knee so he was at eye level with her. She frowned, silver eyes flicking up to Madam Oren, who nodded at her. Slowly, Arwen turned to look at him.

“I’ve been practising a lot.”

Master Plo hummed gently, “And why have you been practising so much?”

He could sense her turmoil immediately; sadness and longing, hope and despair, and her lower lip wobbled slightly. Would she tell the truth, or would she lie?

It would make little difference to him if she did. If Arwen was willing to come to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, then he would take her. Who was he to deny a child that future, when her heart was so clearly torn between loyalty to a man who promised to her adopt her but disappeared, and to Riliel Oren, who she must have known her whole life?

“If I get good enough, I might get adopted.”

Amused, Master Plo chuckled. A clever avoidance of the question, “And I suppose you already have someone in mind, little warrior?”

It took a few seconds for her to nod.

“And when did you last see them?”

She grimaced, “Madam Oren already told you.”

“Ah, so you were listening? Then I suppose you know why I am here.”

Master Plo waited for Arwen to speak, ask her questions, or make a quick decision, but she only shuffled her feet, toes kicking at the worn durasteel flooring.

“May we have a moment, Madam Oren?”

“Of course, you can use my office,” she said. Arwen trailed behind them silently, and when Riliel closed the door to the office, Master Plo took a seat on the floor, cross legged.

“Come sit. I can sense your struggle. I will show you how to calm yourself.”

“I already know how.”

“Your mysterious teacher taught you to meditate? What else did he teach you?”

She didn’t say anything, but sat down across from him, legs crossed and hands resting on her knees. He watched her close her eyes and begin to settle herself, observing for a few minutes to make sure she didn’t open her eyes, then falling into his own meditation, allowing his own Force signature to reach out and check her own. He silently commended her—it seemed she was at a similar level to younglings her age in the temple, and he supposed he owed that not only to her mysterious teacher, but also to Echani traditions, who often meditated before and after battles in groups, though it was more for the purpose of reflection on combat, victories hard fought and failures.

He let himself sink into the gentle ebb and flow of the Force, his mind brushing over the nearby life he could sense; a girl in the next room, happy but calm, a caretaker on the floor below, frazzled and run down, but dedicated, an adolescent boy in the dojo, sore and tired but refusing to stop, Riliel Oren nearby, paranoid but hopeful, and finally, on Arwen; nervous, sad, lonely, but also determined, and very slowly falling into a calmer state the longer she meditated.

She would do well, he thought. With Jedi Masters and Knights always available at the temple, she would never need to wait for a teacher to become available. She would join a youngling clan, and would grow up alongside them, learning and playing together, undertaking the trials and making a lightsaber at the end of it, and then she would become a Padawan Learner—maybe he would take her on, or Ahsoka, if Arwen was selected by someone else—

But he was getting ahead of himself. Arwen had said nothing on the matter and, even though she was only a child, the decision was hers to make. He would not steal her away to Coruscant if she did not want to leave, and he would have to make that clear to Madam Oren as well. Few Echani were Force sensitive, and those that were became accomplished warriors. Even young Force sensitives, once they were discovered here, were closely guarded and watched. No doubt Arwen would not be permitted to leave if others knew, but she deserved to make that choice for herself.

“I usually kneel when I meditate,” she broke the silence, but Master Plo did not open his eyes. He could sense that she did not either, “If I leave with you, will I have to sit like this?”

He could hear the smile in his own voice, “No, little one, you may meditate in whatever position you like,” he heard her shuffle for a few seconds, repositioning herself, “Will you tell me what else you’ve been taught?”

“I don’t know much. I can meditate, but sometimes it's hard, and I can’t find my hands--sorry, the Force. It’s easier when I’m sparring or practising, so I’ve gotten better at it.”

Master Plo hummed, eyes still closed, waiting for her to continue.

“I was told there’s a light side and a dark side,” she said quietly, like she was waiting to be scolded, but Master Plo said nothing, “There’s lots of Jedi on Coruscant. I can lift some things in the air without touching them, if I try really hard, and they’re not big… or alive, but not for long,” he heard her shuffle again, and, sensing her focus was lost, he opened his eyes. Arwen sat, hugging her knees to her chest, lips downturned and eyes glassy, “He also said I shouldn’t let my emotions control me, and I thought… maybe… that’s why he hasn’t come back… because I’m always too happy to see him, and he said when he took me away, that wouldn’t make him my dad, just my… teacher. And maybe he left to test me, and when he came back he saw how sad I was, and now he won’t ever come back--”

“Calm yourself, little one,” Master Plo said gently, “Learning to control one's feelings takes a lifetime, and is something you do every day. No one can master it in a day, not even one as determined as you,” she looked up with a small smile, “And I’m sure your teacher never meant to imply otherwise. Was he also a Jedi?”

She looked away again, lips pressing together, “I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone about him.”

“Not even a name?” She shook her head, “Very well, young one. I won’t ask about your teacher anymore, but may I ask some other things?”

He waited until she nodded and looked back at him again.

“Do you like learning about the Force? Yes? Do you think it’s something you want to keep doing? Become good at it?”

“I don’t want to be good, I want to be one of the best,” she said, raising her chin, though she still had her arms wrapped around her knees. Still, Master Plo smiled beneath his mask and grabbed his lightsaber from his belt, extending his hand out before lifting it slightly in the air with the Force.

“This is my lightsaber. Learning to use one is integral to a Jedi’s training; the kyber crystal inside is a conduit of the Force, something that a Jedi must undertake a difficult trial to retrieve before even becoming a Padawan Learner. I imagine you’ll become quite the duelist one day, but there is more to becoming a Jedi than duelling. It’s a difficult life, it requires years of training in the Jedi Temple, and years outside of it, before one can become a Jedi Knight, and longer still to become a Jedi Master like myself, and many younglings choose to leave before even becoming a padawan, or, some are reassigned to the Service Corps, still a part of the Jedi Order, and no less important, offering support and aid throughout the galaxy in other ways. The journey to mastering the Force is long and difficult.”

“I heard some of the older kids say nothing worth doing is ever easy,” she said softly, eyes on the alloy metal of his hilt.

“They are correct.”

He watched the little girl’s face scrunch in thought, then watched her hand reach out towards his hilt, though he didn’t feel her trying to pull it to her. Her eyes closed, frown deepening, and he was acutely aware of exactly when her Force signature made contact with his saber. Confident in her respect for weapons and their dangers, one of the first things taught to Echani children, he pushed it towards her, watching her gently cradle it in her hands before she opened her eyes.

“I… I’ve never held one before. I didn’t expect it to feel so…”

“Alive? Yes, kyber crystals are a curious thing. Something younglings learn before finding their own to make their lightsabers.”

He watched as she ran her fingers over the grooves in the metal almost reverently, turning the hilt over in her hands again and again, though her fingers stayed clear of the buttons, and she never turned it in on herself.

“What do younglings practise with, if they don’t get to make one straight away?”

“The temple keeps low powered sabers for younglings to practise. They won’t cut anyone, but they will sting a little.”

“And if I go with you, I get to make one before I become a padawan?”

“Should the Council accept you, yes.”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“You’re almost too old—”

“I’m six! Everyone always tells me I’m too young—”

“Almost, young one. I said almost. But, if you remain calm,” he said, not unkindly, and Arwen nodded quickly, “focus and pay attention, I’m certain they will accept you. And if at any point during your training you feel as though you made a mistake in joining the Jedi Order, you will be free to leave, and someone will bring you back here. But know that, once you leave, you cannot join again.”

Her eyes went back to the hilt in her hands, but when she looked up again, her eyes were determined, “I want to join the Jedi Order,” she stood up, shoulders straight and held his lightsaber out to him. He stood as well, gently taking his saber from her hand.

“Pack your things, young one. I will contact the Council and let them know we may have a new Jedi Initiate.”

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