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slightlysuspect · 2 years

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Brave New World Pt. 5

Oh boy. I do believe this is going to be the epic conclusion. But honestly I know very little about what's about to happen. Enough stalling. Let us begin.

Why is everyone so unwilling to take decisive action? Our enemies are gathered and vulnerable, yet we won't launch an attack because of some political nonsense? Fortunately I don't possess such weakness. However I need to be careful with my offensive, since the Republic can't legally be involved. I've obtained a ship with no Republic affiliation, and obtained some face concealing armor. Also no lightsaber regrettably, because the wounds would draw suspicion. I found me a sturdy durasteel pole though. I should be able to apply enough blunt force trauma to end this war. The only real question is where am I gonna tell Padme I've been? The Senate meeting lasted all day, but surely by now it's over, and she was probably expecting me to be home.

Mustafar is a tricky planet to navigate. The Black Sun is based here, and you do NOT want to get caught alone on their turf. The Techno Union owns the planet, and they've got a few facilities where they construct battle droids. Fortunately I already know where the Separatists Council is lounging on this rock, so I can just land at their hideout before they see me coming.

Stealth clearly won't be an option for this one. As I land battle droids begin approaching the platform. I take my durasteel pole in my left hand as I prepare for battle. I think I'm gonna start experimenting with a left-handed stance, and keep my right hand open for the flamethrower. All Jedi train to be ambidextrous, but for some reason all VII forms favor the right side. The natural lefties really struggle as Padawans because of it. For now I guess I'll invert form V and see what happens. As the landing platform drops I make quick work of the two droids approaching the ship with my pole, and swiftly start moving to cover. The inability to reflect gunfire I'm sure will slow me down, but I can't give the Separatists time to escape. I advance quickly, and dodge around the incoming fire. I make quick work of securing the platform. The door is sealed, and with no lightsaber I'm gonna have to wire the console. Or I could fry it....Gratuitous? Maybe. But I still haven't used my flamethrower and having it would be stupid if I didn't use it. As I torched the console, I made note that the flame actually comes out blue. The door opens, and Wat Tambor appears on the other side, clearly unprepared for the door to grant me access. His suit actually keeps his vitals well armored, and I'm not gonna be able to deal a fatal blow with my pole. I wonder if it's fireproof...

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"Viceroy, may I ask why you're bothering me at this hour?" Senator Atell asks.

"We are being attacked!" I say. "Someone has sent for the assassination of the Executive Council!"

"What? Don't be ridiculous Viceroy we're in a ceasefire. No one from the Republic would come for you."

"Well it is happening! I don't know who it is or if they're allowed to, but you need to do something!"

"Do something?" She asks surprised. "What would you have me do? Who could get there in time to stop them? You left with a significant security detail."

"Not significant enough! Can we negotiate peace? Full surrender! Anything!"

She sighs. "I don't know give me a couple minutes. I'll make a few calls-"

"No. It's too late." I see him enter central chamber I'm hiding in. In a flash of devastating steel, and ferocious blue flame, the room is emptied of anyone except for him and myself. "Please no." He begines approaching. "Perhaps we could negotiate. Name your price."

"No." The assassin says. His voicechanger is robotic. He raises a pole over his head and across his body with his left hand. "You're too dangerous to be kept alive."

"P-p-plea-"

Author's Note

I really liked that. Whenever I came up with this idea I got really excited about this final moment. I feel like it really came together nicely. I do think of the immediate fallout of Palpatine's death to be concluded, and to me that was the story of Brave New World. I don't know exactly what's next, but this is effectively over. Side note: When I was thinking about assassin Anakin I took to google to see some concept art. There was one picture in particular I liked that definitely ended up influencing the armor. I figured I'd share that here.

Author's Note

I really liked that. Whenever I came up with this idea I got really excited about this final moment. I feel like it really came together nicely. I do think of the immediate fallout of palpatine's death to be concluded, and to me that was the story of Brave New World. I don't know exactly what's next, but this is effectively over. Side note: When I was thinking about assassin Anakin I took to google to see some concept art. There was one picture in particular I liked that definitely ended up influencing the armor. I figured I'd share that here.

Epilogue

I fell asleep in the ship as I made my way back to Coruscant. Again, I have a troubled night of sleep. This vision is different though. "You we're my brother Anakin." I start feeling very hot. "I HATE YOU!" I start writhing from the scorching pain. Then...calm. Nothing but relaxed deep breathing.

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northersouth · 4 years

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RC9GN Dream

Okay LOOK I was a big fan of RC9GN and I don’t know why this is happening now but I just had one HELL of a dream and I have to write down what happened because it was pretty wild. In my dream, I was watching Disney online and somehow got to “unaired” episodes of Randy Cunningham, like post-season 2 finale stuff. I’m going to just type everything out because I don’t want to forget any of it. So here’s what happened (divided by “episode”):

>The school is still being attacked by robots, but Randy has no idea why. He learns a new ninja move that can knock people out, accidentally uses it on Viceroy and then hides him in a janitor’s closet. Randy is like “This is bad, this is bad, this is bad” and Howard is like “I don’t see what the problem is” and Randy says “HOWARD, I just accidentally kidnapped Viceroy, McFist’s right-hand man!” and Howard is like “Yeah well McFist doesn’t know that, plus can’t you just mind whip him or something? Not to mention it gives you a chance to ask him what’s going on with all of the robots” and Randy is like “That... might actually be a good idea” and Howard says “Why thank you.” So they try to interrogate Viceroy Good Cop, Bad Cop style but aren’t able to make much progress. Viceroy eventually escapes, but Randy is able to stop him and mind whip him before he can leave the school. I don’t know what McFist’s motivations were.

>Bash Johnson is over at Randy’s house to work on a school project (reluctantly on Randy’s part, and they’re not even working on it), and they end up talking about stuff that annoys them at school and Randy mentions under his breath how it would be great if robots weren’t always attacking the school and almost killing him. And Bash is like “what was that” and Randy says “Oh, ugh, I was just saying how annoying McFist’s robots are, always attacking the school and stuff, right?”. Then Bash is like “What!? No McFist’s robots are awesome, imma go tell him you said that and then bring some here to really show you just how bruce theys are.” And then Bash runs off and Randy is like “oh no oh no oh no” and ninjas up so he can catch up to Bash while chasing his limo all the way back to McFist industries. The whole episode is a wild car chase but in the end, the ninja catches up to Bash, but he can’t convince him not to send robot’s to Randy’s house (Bash, uncaringly: “Ninja why are you trying so hard to protect some shoob?”) so Randy, desperate, knocks Bash unconscious to stop him and whips his mind (like they did with Viceroy) at the door of McFist industries. However, lots of people saw it.

>McFist is riding in a limo, going through Bash’s recent calls to try and figure out if anyone knows why the Ninja attacked him outside of McFist Industries, calling numbers and getting voicemails when someone surprisingly answers AND it’s someone he knows.

McFist: *dialed, got a voicemail*

McFist: “Hello this is Hannibal McFist I’m calling to see if you know why the ninja attacked Bash please call me back if you know anything.*

McFist: *dials, assumes he got another voicemail for the tenth or so time*

McFist: “Hello this is Hannibal McFist I-”

???: “Hannibal!?”

McFist: “Wah- Holly!? Is that you? It’s been forever! Wait a second why was Bash calling you?”

Holly: “You called my home phone, he was just over here the other day actually to work on a school project with my son.”

So McFist and Holly talk but Viceroy points out that the area around Holly’s house is actually an area with lots of ninja activity so McFist decides 1) he’ll send a bunch of robots there to lure the ninja out and 2) get Holly out of there before he does so (Viceroy: “and her son?” McFist: “Oh. Yeah sure him too I guess.”) So McFist “kidnaps” Randy’s mom but then before Randy can ninja up and save her the robots attack. In the battle that ensues Randy and Howard's houses are both severely damaged (since they live next door to each other now) so that’s an issue.

>This is a two-part episode: Randy as the ninja is trying to break into a newly fortified McFist Industries, where Holly is staying. While Holly is there she runs into Marci, and it’s revealed that they used to be friends, best friends in fact in high school! (Marci: “Why it’s been just too long! Why if I didn’t know better I’d think you were avoiding me”). The episode contains a series of flashbacks in which 1) Holly and Marci are shown to be good friends, Holly compliment’s Marcy’s dye job (to blonde) and Marci complements Holly’s (to a grayish purple) 2) Holly breaks up with a boyfriend (who looks a bit like Bash) and Marci comforts her, although Holly is stanked and has to be stopped and saved by the current ninja 3) Holly has a new boyfriend (who has purple hair), Marci is shown to have gotten together with Holly’s ex in the background, 4) Post-high school Marci starts dating McFist and Holly comes to realize that Marci has just been putting up a front for a long time, having orchestrated Holly’s break up to steal Mr. Johnson (by having her and Holly switch hair colors because Mr.Johnson had a thing for blonde women) and lots of other things she hadn’t realized sooner. They have a fight because Marci is trying to seduce McFist and Holly is mad at her for manipulating her for so long, and wants to get away from Marci and plans to tell McFist about how manipulative she really is. Marci in response causes a misunderstanding so that McFist stops talking to Holly, an event which Holly and McFist had both mostly forgotten about but Holly now remembers. Holly and Marci get into another fight, and Holly yells about how “Nothing was enough for you, first my hair, then my boyfriend, and you even stole my brother!” at which point Randy, in a vent above is hit with the realization ( “McFist is my UNCLE!?”) and falls through the vent in into the room below, stopping Marci and Holly’s fight. Marci hits an alarm ( Marci: “Oh my, why it’s the ninja who hurt my Lil’ Bashford!”) and the is ninja surrounded by robots (Ninja: “Oh boy”). Randy is caught up with fighting the robots while Holly and Marci get dragged away to a safe room or something. McFist rushes in to make sure they’re okay, and gives Holly a gun (McFist: “Here, you should hang on to this.” Holly: “H-Hannibal a gun!?”). Eventually, the Ninja breaks in and McFist and him battle (McFist has power armor or something). Randy manages to immobilize McFist in his armor but McFist knocks him down, leaving Holly with an open shot. McFist yells “Oh, Holly this is perfect! Take the shot Sis!”, to which Randy can’t help but stare wide-eyed at his mom pointing a gun at him... There’s a flashback to a previous ninja saving her, and her looking awestruck at that ninja, and a montage of memories of Randy as a kid playing ninja with Howard and him giving her a similar wide-eyed look, and she lowers the gun because even if her brother is telling her to shoot she believes in the ninja too much to see bad in him. Marci cames from around the corner with her own gun (Marci: “Well pooh, you always were a big ninja fan weren't ya’ Holly.”), and tries to hit the Ninja, but she’s sweeping and almost hits Holly. Randy, in a panicked attempt to save his Mom accidentally kills Marci (sword to the neck, like in the preschool episode), which I distinctly recall because it was a BIG DEAL for Disney to have an on-screen death. Randy escapes with his shocked mother, and McFist wails in despair. Whatever his previous motivations to destroy the ninja were, revenge has now been added onto them.

>Randy and Howard’s families need a new, safe place to stay because McFist is on the warpath to take Holly back and also their houses got destroyed. The Ninja Nomicon tells Randy that in a nearby forest there are the remains of a secret village, a place created by the first ninja and hidden from the outside world by a ninja with the power of the eastern winds. They go there, however, the secret ninja village has since been turned into a neat little housing project with a largely “Little Norrisville” aesthetic to it (so it’s definitely the place), but you know what it’s out of the way of McFist’s reach and there’s a good deal so both families end up getting new houses there. This was a more mellow episode compared to the others, with the families moving in, working out stuff in their new homes, Randy revealing that he actually understands Japanese now (the Nomicon has little doodles around words he tries to read that are kinda right but also kinda funny and not 100% accurate translations all the time) which helps out with communicating with the Japanese landowner, and Holly catches up with her son after realizing she may have been missing something about him, and Randy and Holly talk about her being a McFist.

I know this isn’t that great but it was such a wild dream with the episodes animated in vivid detail and it just made me so nostalgic for when Randy Cunningham was still coming out and the fanbase was active. Thanks to anyone who actually read this.

#rc9gn #dreams #i really hope i have another dream like this #i want to know what McFist's new motivations were #i want to see what happens next #i really missed this show #i didn't even realize it

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sw-losthope · 6 years

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Star Wars Episode IV: Lost Hope

Act 1 | Chapter 2

Here’s the next chapter! Enjoy!!

Chapter Two

“What is the meaning of this transmission, Lord Vader?” The drawling voice of Emperor Palpatine echoed in Darth Vader’s private chambers. Vader lowered himself to one knee and informed his master.

“I have captured the rebel traitor Leia Organa along with the plans stolen from Scarif,” Vader spoke, his low voice filled with reverence as he tried to please his master, “An astromech and protocol droid accompanying her were also taken into custody. Intelligence believes they are the property of Bail Organa and are searching their data records for details concerning the hidden rebel base.”

A smile filled the face of the hooded hologram. “Good,” The Emperor’s eyes were far away, “very good. With the location of the rebel base, we will be able to eradicate them and they will be powerless to stop us.”

He took a deep breath before speaking again.

“There has been a great divergence in the Force, have you felt it?”

“Yes, master,” Vader responded. Capturing the princess along with the plans had brought a great sense of finality to everything; there would be no more opposition, no more uprisings, no more rebellion–not after the galaxy experiences the power of the Death Star.

“You have done well, my apprentice. Tell Governor Tarkin that he may do as he pleases with the planet Alderaan, and once we have the location of the rebel base, he is to crush them once and for all.”

“Yes, master.”

“Vader,” The Emperor’s eyes focused on his black-clad apprentice. Though the hologram was blue, Vader felt he could see the yellow tint of his master’s eyes burning into him, “Return to Coruscant after our triumph. There is much work to be done, old friend.”

“Yes, my master.”

The hologram cut off, and Vader rose. Without the hum of the Emperor’s image, the room was silent, save for the rhythmic breathing emanating from the sith. Stepping from the chamber, Darth Vader made his way to the viewing gallery of the Death Star to deliver his master’s will to the Grand Moff.

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Darth Vader, flanked by two grey officers, entered the gallery to see the Grand Moff staring out the large viewport towards the planet Alderaan in the distance. A group of stormtroopers stood at rigid attention against the far wall, a shiver of pressure moving through them as the dark lord moved past.

“Governor Tarkin.” Darth Vader addressed the Moff.

“Ah, Lord Vader,” Tarkin’s expression never changed as he turned to face the sith, he lowered his hands, clasping them behind his back, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Vader motioned with a slight wave of his hand and one of the officers handed the Moff a datapad.

Tarkin studied the text closely, his expression stolid and unreadable. He spoke as he read, “So the rebel base is on the fourth moon of the planet Yavin, and it appears our Chandrilan senator Mon Mothma is at the head of it all.”

“The Emperor requests that you deal with the base immediately,” Vader’s tone wasn’t particularly threatening, but the mention of the Emperor was always enough to create an edge.

The Moff looked up and lowered the datapad. “And I shall. Once Bail and Breha Organa are brought to me, I will take care of the rest.”

“I suggest you hurry, Governor,” Vader warned, “the Emperor would be most displeased if the rebels are allowed to escape.”

Tarkin smiled.

“Have you seen the Death Star in action, Lord Vader?”

“No.”

“Then you have yet to witness the true extent of the Empire’s might.”

“The true extent of the Empire’s might, Governor,” Vader pointed a black finger at the Moff, “is the Force. The power to destroy worlds is insignificant to the power of the dark side.”

Tarkin’s thin-lipped smile faded, but not completely.

“Perhaps I could give you a demonstration then. I have seen your Force, allow me to show you mine.”

Darth Vader was silent save for his breathing. His finger was lowered, but his dark gaze was still pointed very sharply at Tarkin.

“Up in the recreation office,” Tarkin spoke, taking Vader’s silence as an acceptance of his offer, “you will be able to see the show. I assure you it will be well worth the wait. The sight is truly …breathtaking.” His smile widened as he turned back to look at the blue-green world. “And I do hope you don’t mind a little company.”

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Vader… The princess thought to herself. Where did he go to? Was he going to interrogate Mother and Father? Torture them?

Her fear of the black cloaked man who had killed most of the crew on her ship confronting her parents…

She didn’t want to think about it, and she didn’t have to.

No more than 5 minutes after Vader departed from the viewing gallery, the door to the office Tarkin had locked her in opened, and the dark lord stepped into the room.

Leia was silent as Vader marched towards her, his breathing growing ever louder. Just as she was sure he was going to harm her, his footsteps passed and he stood by the office window, looking down into the viewing gallery where Tarkin and his stormtroopers stood unmoving.

Leia hesitated. She wasn’t entirely sure what the meaning of intimidating her was; truth be told, the Empire had gotten everything they could want from her. She had been caught red-handed with no one knowing where she was, her life was forfeit.

Regaining her composure and swallowing her fear, Leia stood tall. The stun cuffs she wore hurt her wrists, but that was the last thing she was worried about at the moment.

“My parents,” She managed, “what does Tarkin plan on doing to them?”

Vader didn’t respond, his breathing unperturbed.

“The Governor mentioned bringing my parents aboard this place,” Leia continued, “Does he plan on questioning them? They don’t know anything. They’re innocent. I told the governor that I did this alone, you shouldn’t punish my family for–”

“Do not presume to tell me what I should or should not do, Princess,” Vader’s voice was just as heavy and menacing as it had been aboard the Tantive IV, “You would do well to mind your place as our prisoner. The Empire’s hospitality does not run deep for traitors.”

Leia stopped speaking. Her plea had failed, and once again, she realized just how powerless she truly was to stop anything. She had been given one mission–one goal–and she had failed; when her father needed her most, he placed the fate of the galaxy in her hands, and she had allowed the Empire to wrestle it from her. Now, her life, and the lives of trillions, were no better than dead.

There was a change in atmosphere as a click sounded over the room’s speakers. A low hum of a wind current and background typing filled the ambiance of the office. The noise even covered most of Vader’s breathing. As another beep sounded in the room and the familiar footsteps of stormtrooper boots hit her ears, Leia realized too late what was happening.

Rushing to the dark lord’s side, Leia stared out at the viewing gallery, and she felt her heart catch in her throat as she tried to choke out some word that would make this reality go away. All that came out was “No…”

“Queen Breha and Viceroy Bail Organa of Alderaan,” The Moff’s voice sounded as if it were right behind Leia, it made her skin crawl,“So good of you both to join me in the Empire’s hour of triumph.”

Bail and Breha Organa shared an unreadable look with one another. The slick, silver half cape Leia’s father wore over his grey suit, along with the simple pale violet of her mother’s gown, gave the impression that Tarkin had snatched them from their home.

“Governor,” Bail’s voice was filled with the passion and indignation he usually reserved for the privacy of family dinners, “what is the meaning of this? What is this thing you’ve brought us to?” His eyes blazed as he gestured at the station around them.

“This is the solution to the pitiful Rebellion you, your wife, and a handful of other extremists have gone through the trouble of creating.” Leia could see her father’s face grow a shade paler.

“I don’t–”

“Do not play coy with me, Viceroy,” Tarkin snapped, “Your daughter told us enough before my patience with her grew thin.”

“What have you done to my Leia?” Breha moved past Bail to stand in Tarkin’s face, “Where is our daughter, Governor?” Her voice was a blend of fear, anger, and something …deeper.

“Your daughter is, just like the rest of your rebel friends will soon be, dead.”

Breha took a step back, her anger gave way to the haunting reality of the Moff’s words. Bail caught her, a similar anguish played in his eyes but his tone was steel.

“We demand that you bring us our daughter this instant,” Bail insisted, “We have been loyal servants to the Empire, with nothing but good works to our name. I am a member of the Imperial Senate, Tarkin, and I demand that you bring me our daughter.” His voice seemed to catch in his throat as he finished.

Tarkin eyed Bail for a moment. “I’m afraid with the dissolution of the Senate, you have no sway here, Senator. And,” He gestured to the viewport, Bail and Breha’s eyes focused on their homeworld, “with the destruction of Alderaan, neither will you, your Grace.”

Wild confusion filled Breha’s eyes. “What do you–”

“Fire on Alderaan,” Tarkin commanded into his comlink.

A loud, high pitched ringing flooded Leia’s ears as she felt the station shake. A bright emerald beam shot outwards, directly at Alderaan. With a burst of light, the region of the planet where the beam hit seemed to explode, rising like a dark cloud into the atmosphere. The fear Leia had felt tingling in the back of her mind cut off as if she had suddenly lost her connection.

“Cities can be replaced,” the Moff’s voice resonated in the now complete silence, “I’m afraid worlds cannot.”

Bail and Breha stood quietly where they were. Stepping from Bail’s arms, the Queen of Alderaan placed her hands against the window. “Alderaan,” her voice was as distant as it had been on those evenings so long ago, “What have you done?”

“The rebel base, your Grace,” Tarkin ignored her question, “What is its location?”

No one said anything. Tarkin moved to stand next to Breha, his hands still clasped behind his back. The area where Alderaan used to be was now nothing more than a plume of debris stretching upwards, seemingly reaching out for help.

“You’re a monster,” Breha finally said, “I’ve known long before this but being able to say it…” the words were the only comfort the Queen could feel. Leia wanted to be there with her mother, but Tarkin’s sick plan was to strip her Grace of everything she held dear. First her daughter, now Alderaan, next…

“Target the planet,” The Moff spoke into his comlink.

“No!” Bail shouted, stepping forward. His heart cried out for his people as much as Breha, but he couldn’t bear to let the torment she was undergoing continue, “We’ll tell you, just…please, let our people live.”

“Bail,” Breha’s voice was hollow, “don’t.”

“I must, it’s the only way.”

“You can’t lose hope,” Tears fell from her eyes, but she was not broken, “Fear will not hold my people hostage. If you try to break us, to withhold the freedoms and liberties we have been entitled, then you will only destroy yourselves. I am Breha Organa, Queen of Alderaan, and this power you have, Governor? It cannot intimidate me.”

The Grand Moff didn’t speak. He instead motioned to the line of stormtroopers behind him. Bail and Breha were grabbed and put on their knees, facing the sight of their beloved planet. In the middle of that view, was the figure of the one man who controlled the fate of billions.

Tarkin glared down at Leia’s parents, his eyes glancing up for a moment to the window where she and Darth Vader were. If he couldn’t get his pleasure from torturing her parents, then he’d get it from torturing Leia.

“Fire when ready.”

It wasn’t slow. In fact, when it happened, Leia could have sworn she had only blinked. One second, Alderaan was there, and then it wasn’t. If it hadn’t been for the yelling of her father or the gnawing emptiness in her heart, she could’ve been having a bad dream. An awful, evil dream.

Bail’s shouting had turned to sobs, he had lost his composure and was being held up by two stormtroopers. Tarkin made him powerless to even grieve properly.

Breha, however, was silent.

“Nothing to say, your Grace?” Tarkin toyed. “No words of inspiration? Where is your hope now? Where is your rebellion? You’ve lost,” looking down at her, he gave a slight nod, and the sound of a blaster shot burned in Leia’s ears.

The yelling stopped. The crying. Everything.

All that sounded was the soft thud of Breha’s body hitting the cold station floor, a thin trail of smoke rising from the hole in her chest.

“Hope,” Breha whispered, her eyes finding their way up to the window where Leia was watching. Leia couldn’t tell if her mother even saw her, if she felt Leia’s presence at all, or knew that Tarkin had not taken everything. “… Is never lost,” Breha let out a soft breath of air, and the glow of her pulmonodes went dark.

Bail Organa’s pain rendered him mute. He rocked in place; his mouth and face were contorted in anguish, his voice failing to articulate a semblance of what he was feeling.

Tarkin stood over him next. “The last of the Organa’s. A truly lonely existence, isn’t it, Viceroy?” He turned back to the viewport, with Alderaan gone, it was now just a dark canvas of scattered debris and starlight, “Trooper, you may fi–”

The Moff coughed.

He swallowed hard, but something was caught in his throat. Trying to speak, the Imperial found himself struggling for air. His hands rushed to his neck to fight the feeling as if something invisible were choking him.

“Va…der,” Tarkin spat out as he turned to look up at the office window, his eyes aflame with a dark fury. He stumbled back slightly and rested against the dark viewscreen. Tarkin let out one last guttural inhalation before collapsing onto the floor.

The stormtroopers looked at one another, confused, wondering what to do. With a click, the audio in the office cut off, and Leia watched a group of them check the Grand Moff’s body only to find that he was indeed dead.

She let her eyes close. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as the ache of powerlessness died down. She let everything in the world slip away, save for the sound of punctuated breathing, and the weight of a heavy hand around her heart.

end of chapter two

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#lost hope #chapters #act i #leia organa #sw au #star wars

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nicolabarth · 6 years

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Birthday fic: Twinkie Loophole

Pairing: Samifer

Summary: Instead of jumping into the cage Sam and Dean managed to get Michael and Lucifer to talk and establish a truce between Heaven and Hell. That also comes with rules that have to be obeyed when making demon deals. Sometimes Sam acts as defense lawyer for those who got themselves into a bad deal.

Warnings: Canon Divergence, Hellhounds, Demon Deals, Wing!Kink, explicit sex

This is a birthday present for the very beautiful and wonderful @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell. Happy Birthday! Also thanks to my beta readers @coplins, @brieflymaximumprincess and @askatosch

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Maggie is pretty sure she hasn’t taken any drugs, but she keeps seeing things. Like that really ugly and twisted face of the cashier at the supermarket that apparently no one else saw (her freakout almost got her locked away). And she gets the feeling someone is following her. Or something. She can hear a dog breathing sometimes. A fucking huge dog. She can’t see it though.

As if that isn’t enough, Dave is dead. Ripped to shreds, at least that’s what the cops say. And the feds are here because of it. Maggie saw them. Two literal giants, kinda cute actually, though. Especially the bigger one with the floppy hair. She saw him flashing dimples earlier, when he smiled at Dave’s wife to comfort her.

Yeah, Maggie may have kinda stalked the guys. But Dave is dead for fuck’s sake! She needs to know what happened. Dave had shown her how to draw that satanic crap thingy at the crossroad outside town ten years ago and had laughed at her, when she’d screamed, because that red eyed guy had appeared. Stupid fucking Halloween tricks he and his friend had pulled. She’d pretended to make a deal just to show them she wasn’t afraid.

But now she wonders. He had told her he’d made a deal already the night before. And hadn’t he said it was to get Karen to fall in love with him? Well, Karen is a widow now. And Maggie’s ten years are over tomorrow night. And now she wonders … Was it maybe more than a stupid trick? She never figured out how they did it.

She needs to know what happened!

She finds out, when the Feds come to her to ask questions in the end. They introduce themselves as agent Simmons and agent Frehley. Like, seriously? She informs them that she knows those names and they just shrug and go: “No relation. You can call us Sam and Dean, though.”

Well, whatever.

She ends up telling them everything, because no one could’ve resisted the puppy eyes of the big floppy haired giant. And they end up telling her demons are real.

Well, fuck.

After a while the green eyed one – how fucking green can eyes be, seriously? Wait, it’s Dean, isn’t it? – turns to floppy hair – Sam? – and there seems to be some kind of silent conversation going on that you usually only see between long married couples.

Finally Sam turns back to her: “So you thought it was all some kind of prank, when you made the deal?”

Maggie nods. “I kissed the guy! I was a bit high and he was kinda cute, you know? But I would never have kissed a fucking demon! That’s gross!”

For some reason, Dean sniggers at that and Sam pulls a face and hisses: “You can shut up right there, Dean!”

Woah. Super gross.

Before they can go into more details, though, Dean turns serious again. “So you think you can build a case based on this, Sammy?”

“Yeah, I can at least try.”

Dean shrugs. “I’m not the one who has to deal with an annoyed boyfriend afterwards. Your call.”

Sam shrugs. “I know how to deal with him, don’t worry.”

“Wait,” Maggie interrupts them, because by now she’s completely lost. Then she catches on, though. “Wait … your boyfriend is a demon?”

Mega gross.

“He’s an angel!” Sam protests.

“He’s Satan himself,” Dean says at the same time.

Okay, that’s exceptionally gross, but by now Maggie feels like there’s nothing that can surprise her any more and knowing Satan’s boyfriend might work to her advantage. “You can talk to him about my deal?” she asks hopefully.

“Maybe,” Sam says. “It’s a bit complicated.”

“The short version is ...” Dean leans forward a bit to get her attention. “The apocalypse almost happened a few years ago. It didn’t, because we …”

“We managed to talk them out of it,” Sam takes over again.

Dean snorts. “Yeah … talk …”

“At least I didn’t take the Viceroy of Heaven on a trip through burger joints and seedy bars!” Sam protests.

“Hey, I still think getting him drunk was what did it in the end. Anyway ...” Dean turns back to Maggie, who realizes that she’s staring with her mouth hanging open by now. “You’re welcome.”

“Thank you?” Maggie says carefully.

“Since then,” Sam takes over again, “we established a kind of truce between Heaven and Hell and some rules regarding demon deals. We can’t completely prevent deals, but if we can argue your crossroad demon broke the rules, we can get you out of your deal.”

That sounds not completely bad. “Okay, that sounds completely crazy,” Maggie says. “But count me in. How are we going to do this?”

Sitting in a salt circle is not how Maggie has imagined spending her last night on earth. But by now she can definitely hear big dogs howling, so she stays put. The fake FBI agents are wearing glasses that apparently allow them to see hellhounds. Maggie didn’t get a pair.

“Since you got a ticket downstairs,” Dean explains, “you can see everything hell-related without any help.”

Great.

In the meantime Sam is complaining that there isn’t enough time for preparations, whatever it is that he would’ve liked to prepare. He’s right with there being not much time, though. As soon as Maggie is kind of settled in her salt circle, the door to her room explodes and the biggest dog she’s ever seen stands in the doorframe. If it really is a dog. It’s not completely corporal and kind of looks like it’s burning.

“Holy fucking shit!” She stares at the dog, while it snarls and draws closer. Instinctively she flinches back.

“Stay inside the circle!” Dean calls out to her.

Then Sam steps between her and the dog and says: “Stand down!”

To Maggie’s surprise the dog does. It sits back on its haunches and whines. And as if that’s not miraculously enough, Sam reaches out and pats the dog’s head. “Good girl.”

Maggie is almost sure she can see a tail wagging. What the actual hell? She throws Dean a questioning look and gets a tight lipped smile in return. “Told you he’s banging Satan. Comes with a few perks.”

In the meantime Sam is still talking to the giant terrifying hellbeast as if it’s a Yorkshire Terrier or something. “Who’s a good girl? Yes you are! Now go and get me your master, will you? I need to talk to him.”

And off the dog goes.

Maggie doesn’t dare breathe a sigh of relief yet, though.

She recognizes the demon, when he shows up. Well, she recognizes him after the first shock of seeing his real super ugly demon face. But on the outside that’s the guy she kissed, with his messy brown hair and loopsided smirk. Holy shit, she really kissed a demon! Well, at least she seems to be in really good company with that.

Apparently, though, the demon doesn’t agree he broke the rules. He insist on collecting Maggie’s soul, which is the most scary thing she’s ever heard two people talk about in terms of paragraphs and clauses. Because that’s what they do. Argue like fucking lawyers.

Finally, Sam says: “Shall we take this to a higher level, then?”

The demon literally spits. “You can’t scare me with that. He’ll be annoyed with you as much as he’ll be with me.”

Sam just smirks. “Fine,” he says, and there’s something in his voice now that makes Maggie shudder. That’s the voice of a guy who could probably get away with banging Satan. Then he closes his eyes kind of like he’s praying. “Lucifer. Would you mind settling a case?”

Maggie isn’t sure, if she’s ready for the devil turning up, but it doesn’t look like she got much of a choice.

She expects fire and brimstone and all that, but instead a few seconds later a voice behind her makes her startle.

“Actually I would mind. That’s the third time this month. I have more important things to do, you know.”

Maggie turns around with a little undignified yelp, and then blinks sheepishly at the blond guy standing in a corner of the room. No horns, no tail, no hooves. Kind of anti climatic, just like the way he showed up. Okay, yes, his gaze is pretty intense, when it lands on Maggie for a moment, before it travels on to the demon, who visibly covers, and then settles on Sam to fix him with a glare.

“When I agreed to your rules, I didn’t know how much work it’d be, Sammy.”

“Not our fault your demons don’t know how to back down,” Dean butts in.

“Of course they don’t,” Lucifer shoots back. “That’s their job. May I remind you that Hell needs souls to operate?”

Maggie shivers, after all it’s her soul they’re talking about, but Dean just scowls. “Well, then work for them. Or do we have to call Michael down here, too, because you can’t stick to the rules after all?”

“Michael as in the archangel?” Maggie asks. No one pays attention to her, though. She feels kind of offended, after all this is about her, isn’t it?

“Dean,” Sam says in a warning voice. Then he turns the full force of his puppy eyes towards Lucifer. “Lucifer, can we please just get this over with?”

The smile that appears at the devil’s face at that is equal parts hot and scary. He saunters past Maggie’s salt circle without so much as looking at her and stops directly in front of Sam. “You free afterwards?”

Maggie wonders how she could ever have thought that Sam is cute, because there’s nothing cute about the smirk he gives Lucifer in return. It’s equally as hot and scary as Lucifer’s. “I am. I may or may not be in a good mood, though.”

“I appreciate the attempt of bribery of the judge, but it won’t get you anything.” Lucifer grabs Sam by the tie and pulls him in for a kiss, and Maggie is back to staring open mouthed. Holy fucking shit, they haven’t been kidding!

They only break apart, when Dean audibly clears his throat. Then Lucifer takes a few steps back and snaps a chair into existence that looks almost like a throne. He sits down with one leg draped over the armrest and looks at Maggie. Holy shit, the actual devil is looking at her. “Name?”

“I … uhm … I …”

“Maggie Conlon,” the demon that tricked her to kiss him says.

Again, Lucifer snaps his fingers, and a woman appears next to his throne. She’s tiny compared to all the giant men in the room, black hair pulled back into a business like knot. She carries a clipboard and a pen. “Yes?”

“Nichole, I need the file on Maggie Conlon.”

“Maggie Conlon coming right up.” She thumbs through the paperwork on her clipboard.

In the strained silence that follows, Dean speaks up: “Nice new hair color, Nichole.” He winks at her.

Lucifer rolls his eyes. “Could you not flirt with my assistant, Dean?”

“Could you not make out with my brother where I have to see it, Lucifer?”

For a moment they stare at each other, while Maggie watches them with concern. It’s probably not wise to start a fight with the devil, isn’t it?

“The new hair looks really great,” Sam says in a carefully friendly-neutral not flirting tone, before the bickering can go on. It still makes Lucifer turn and look at him through narrowed eyes. Maggie makes a mental note to not ever, not even accidentally say anything remotely flirty to Sam.

“Thank you,” Nichole tells him, apparently not bothered by her boss potentially getting jealous. Then she pulls a few pieces of paper from her clipboard and hands them to Lucifer. “Here you go, boss.” She mouths something that could be ‘Call me.’ to Dean, winks and vanishes again.

Maggie feels more than a bit miffed by now. This is a matter of life and death for her! She thinks everyone involved should take it more seriously! Instead they’re all acting like it’s just a normal day in the office.

Well, maybe for them it is. It definitely isn’t for her. The fucking devil reading her file gives her the creeps like nothing else.

“So, Sammy,” he finally says. “Convince me.”

Maggie holds her breath, while she realizes that her life lies in the hands of a guy who allows the devil to call him a cute nickname. She’s so fucked ...

But then Sam straightens up and suddenly appears all business-like. “When Maggie Conlon made her deal, she was under the impression it was nothing but a prank and did not actually believe in the existence of demons or hell.”

“Objection!” The demon calls, and Lucifer makes a gracious hand gesture to allow him to continue, which earns him a bitchface from Sam. How is it even fair that the devil is the judge over a trial that decides about souls going to hell?

“I told her I was a demon,” the demon goes on. “It’s not my fault she didn’t believe me.”

Lucifer turns to Sam with a grin. “That’s according to the rules, isn’t it, Sammy?”

Sam nods grudgingly. “She was also high,” he adds, though.

“According to whom?” Lucifer asks.

“According to herself.”

Maggie makes a point of nodding vigorously. Whatever gets her off the hook.

Lucifer taps his lower lip in thought. Then he looks at his demon. The guy shrugs. “She appeared sober enough to me. But yesterday I collected the soul of a guy who was also there at the time, if you want a third opinion.”

“Sam?” The devil looks at his lover and currently Maggie’s only hope. “Third opinion?”

Sam trades a look with Dean, who pulls a face. “Guy’s been in hell for a day. That’s already a few weeks hell time. Would probably say anything for a short break.”

Maggie swallows. That’s what’s waiting for her, too, isn’t it? She feels sick, when Sam shakes his head. “No thanks.”

So that’s it? She’s going to hell now?

Sam turns to her, though. “Maggie, what kind of drugs were you on?”

Can she lie? She probably should lie, should she? Maggie looks from Sam to Dean to the demon to the actual fucking devil himself.

“Don’t lie,” Sam says.

Oh well …

“I smoked a few joints. That’s probably why I kissed him, you know.” She points at the demon. “Now that I look at him again, he isn’t that cute after all.”

The demon grins at her with his twisted nightmare of a true face.

“Still only her word for it,” Lucifer says. “And we did not agree on giving people the benefit of the doubt on things like this.”

“Okay, fine ...” Sam takes a deep breath. “Maggie, anyone who can testify for your being high?”

“Apart from Dave?” Maggie swallows and shakes her head.

Lucifer chuckles. “Face it, Sammy. You’re losing this one.”

He gets a bitchface for that, so it’s probably true. Fuck. Maggie can’t help it, tears start streaming down her face. “No, please!” she begs. “I can’t go to hell for a fucking twinkie! Please!”

Sam’s head whips around at that. His face is a bit blurred by tears, but he looks positively pissed by now. “You sold your soul for a twinkie?”

Maggie stares at the salt circle around her feet and nods.

Dean laughs. “Well, that beats even Crowley.”

Maggie doesn’t even want to know what this Crowley guy sold his soul for. Instead she watches Sam turn towards Lucifer again. “Lucifer! What the hell? You knew that!”

“Of course I knew that, Sammy. It’s in her file.”

“I evoke rule seventy one paragraph three then.”

Wait … the twinkie is a loophole? Maggie dries her tears and looks at Dean. “What’s rule seventy one paragraph three?”

The other fake FBI agent shrugs. “Probably something to do with deals being invalid, if they were made for shits and giggles.”

“They are?” Maggie looks at Sam, not daring to hope yet.

“They are,” the taller man confirms, still looking at Lucifer.

The devil just shrugs. “If you catch me at it. You almost didn’t this time.”

“Because I had no time to prepare!” Sam shoots back. “I want to renegotiate that part of the rules. If we find someone right before they’re supposed to be picked up by hellhounds, I want a day preparation time for the trial.”

Lucifer purses his lips as if in thought. “Maybe. If you’re driving a good bargain.”

“So,” Maggie asks carefully. “I’m free to go?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Lucifer makes a dismissive gesture as if he’s perfectly indifferent to Maggie’s fate. He probably is. “You owe Agares here a twinkie, though.” He points towards the demon.

Maggie almost doesn’t hear the last sentence any more, she breaks down giggling hysterically. “The twinkie was a loophole.” No one she knows will ever believe this. She barely believes it herself.

Sam leaves it to Dean to see to Maggie, who seems to have some kind of breakdown. He has barely time to say his goodbyes, before Lucifer grabs him and the next thing he knows is that they’re standing in hell’s throne room.

“I don’t get why you’re always trying to save people from their own stupidity,” Lucifer grumbles and loosens Sam’s tie. “She sold her soul for a fucking twinkie, Sam. You really think she’ll do anything useful with the time you bought her?”

“It doesn’t matter what she does with her life. You had no right to take it from her.” He’s pissed. Partly at Lucifer for treating this like a game, making it more about which one of them can best the other than about the person whose soul they’re bartering over. Partly at himself, because if he’s honest he enjoys it. This one was way too easy, and he’d found himself wishing for a greater challenge. He knows it’s wrong, of course, which leaves him with a strange mix of anger and triumph that he channels into pulling down the zipper of the leather jacket Lucifer has taken up to wear nowadays and pulling the whole thing off him.

“I’m an archangel.” Lucifer smirks, while he throws Sam’s tie to the side and pulls at his suit jacket. “I have every right I want to take.”

“Arrogant asshole.” Sam shoves him back towards the throne, and Lucifer goes with it, still grinning.

“That’s how you like me, isn’t it, Sammy?”

“You could at least stop calling me Sammy in front of strangers.” The suit jacket lands on the floor behind Sam, and then Lucifer pulls Sam closer, bodies flush against each other. Sam ducks his head down and sucks a mark right above Lucifer’s collarbone.

Lucifer tilts his head back to give him better access. “But I like the horror in their faces that comes with every reminder that their only hope really is in bed with the devil.”

“You’re a menace.” They reach the throne, and Sam shoves Lucifer back on it, follows him there a moment later, half climbing onto his lap. Lucifer’s teeth scrape over the skin of Sam’s neck, while they both fumble to get the shirt of the respective other. After a moment, Lucifer loses his patience with their clothes, and a snap of his fingers has both of them naked.

Sam straddles his lap properly now, and they kiss again, still full of anger, more biting than kissing at times. At the same time, Lucifer’s hands stroke down Sam’s back, making him lean into the touch with a needy little sound.

The devil chuckles. “I’m not really sorry for being a menace, but how can I make it up to you?”

“Want to see your wings.”

“As you wish.” Lucifer straightens up a bit, grabbing Sam’s ass with both hands to hold him in place. Light floods the dimly lit throne room as he unfolds his wings.

Sam adjusts the hellhound glasses that are a bit askew on his nose by now. Through them he sees more than just the shadows of the wings. He sees them like he does the hellhounds, not quite corporal, but made of fire and light and shadows. He reaches over Lucifer’s shoulder, and feels the energy crackle over his skin, feels Lucifer shudder underneath him at the touch.

“You know, you’re a menace, too,” Lucifer says in a raspy voice. “Hell needs souls. You can’t keep them all from coming here.”

“But I can at least make you stick to the rules you agreed to.”

“See? Menace.” The archangel bites down on Sam’s shoulder, soothing the pain with a few licks afterwards. Sam cants his hips, and their erections slide together, the friction making them both moan.

When a suddenly slick finger presses against his hole, Sam draws in a startled breath, before he relaxes again. He captures Lucifer’s lips in another kiss, this time less angry and more hungry. He loses himself in it, while Lucifer opens him up.

“Enough,” he says after a while, voice wrecked already. He reaches behind him to line Lucifer’s cock up, then sinks down on it.

It burns just at the right side of painful, and Lucifer grips his hips hard, making sure that he goes slow. Finally, he bottoms out, and Sam leans his forehead against Lucifer’s shoulder for a moment, adjusting to the stretch.

When the hairs on his neck suddenly stand on end, Sam looks up to see Lucifer’s wings encircle both of them. Energy crackles over the skin of Sam’s back, and he gasps, when every nerve ending comes alive at the touch of them.

Lucifer barely gives him time to adjust to the new sensation, before he starts thrusting up.

Sam moans and starts moving to the rhythm Lucifer sets, his fingers digging into the archangel’s shoulders. They don’t try to drag it out. There’s still too much pent up aggression between them. Instead Lucifer wraps a hand around Sam’s dick and jerks him off in a counter rhythm to his thrusts, sending him over the edge in no time. Sam throws his head back when he comes, whole body tensing up and leaning back into the arch of Lucifer’s wings as he does so. That sends Lucifer over, too. He digs his fingers harder into Sam’s hips, his wings splaying wide, and Sam has to close his eyes for a moment, because the light gets too bright.

Finally Sam collapses against Lucifer, breathing hard, and the light dimes down again, when the archangel hides his wings away. Lucifer’s arms wrap around Sam, kissing the top of his head. “Sam …”

“Hm?”

“You know I only agreed to give you a shot at saving people for your sake, do you? Michael doesn’t give a shit about what happens to individual humans either. He wouldn’t have needed the demon deal rules as part of the truce. I do this for you. I want you to be happy.”

“I know.” There’s nothing left of Sam’s anger now. He just snuggles closer to Lucifer, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. Lucifer’s hand comes up and he cards his fingers through Sam’s hair.

“And you can get a day of preparation time, if you insist. But you can’t save everyone, Sammy. Some souls have to come here.”

“I know,” Sam says again. “I just feel better when it’s people that have actually done something bad.”

“Being obnoxiously stupid isn’t bad enough?”

That makes Sam chuckle. “Crimes are not rated by how much they annoy you, Lucifer.”

“They should be.”

Sam sighs. “You’re a menace.”

“You, too, Sam Winchester. You too.”

Tagging some Samifer people (let me know, if you don’t want to be tagged in future stories):

@spn-you-idjits @samwise-the-true-hero @i-bleed-salt@hooker-legs@consultingmooseintimeandspace@ravestablook@shebahda@savagearchangelforthewin2-0 @me-fangirl@hardcorefangirlgroupie@thisisnotsteva@wearemykingdom@coffee-queen448 @kajuned

#samifer #birthday fic #spn #supernatural #fanfiction #thearchangelnetwork

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k-lara7 · 7 years

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Secrets That We Keep (chapter 13)

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10553588 Cassian looked around the base he had called home for so long. It seemed strange that he might not see it for a while, if ever again. He had packed his meager belongings and did a thorough search of his quarters to make sure he didn't leave anything behind. For the first time, he didn't think he would be back. Kaytoo towered over him at his side. Most of the Rebels gave him a wide berth, but not Melshi's squad. They had welcomed the droid as one of their own. For now, though, the two of them would spend significant time on Alderaan. Senator Organa had apparently requested his aid with his daughter's security detail. Cassian wasn't sure how much assistance he could give to an eight year old princess, but he liked Leia, and he owed her for saving Kaytoo. And since Kaytoo had saved his life, he figured he owed her his life, too. Melshi came up to him, giving him a hug. Stiffly, unsure of himself, Cassian squeezed back. He wasn't used to human affection. "Be careful out there, Cass. I didn't drag you off that frozen planet for you to get yourself killed on a crazy secret mission in paradise." Cassian nodded. "I promise." And suddenly, it was time to go. Kaytoo had already placed his belongings aboard the transport. As he started up the ramp, he was greeted by Leia's golden droid, C-3PO. "Master Cassian, it's so good to see you again. Her highness is excited about your visit." A high pitched whistle from the blue astromech at his side seemed to agree. This was followed by several excited blips. "Yes, Artoo. As you can see, Master Cassian is accompanied by an Imperial Security droid." "I have been completely reprogrammed. You have no need to worry," Kay immediately defended himself. "Oh, I didn't mean to imply otherwise. Senator Organa has assured the entire crew that you are perfectly harmless," Threepio said as he waved his arm at him. "I beg your pardon," Kaytoo started to correct, straightening up. Cassian cut him off. "Yes, Kaytoo is no threat to anyone in the Alliance. And we are both grateful for our invitation." "I have been instructed by my master to treat you as family, Master Cassian. So if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." "Thank you," he replied, surprised at the prickling sensation behind his eyes. As he took his seat, he tried to brush the moisture away without anyone seeing it. Were it not for a low forlorn toot from the astromech droid, he would have thought he succeeded. The flight to Alderaan was surprisingly comfortable and short. This specific transport had been sent for him, so it was a luxury yacht almost straight off the assembly line. They made dock without incident and were welcomed personally by the Alderaanian Royal family. Cassian and K2 were shown to his rooms, plural, by an apologetic servant. "The queen and viceroy wanted to be here to greet you personally, but there was a diplomatic problem requiring immediate attention. They ask that you make yourself comfortable and are looking forward to seeing you at dinner tonight. There is appropriate evening attire in the wardrobe. And another servant will be up in," she glanced at her time piece, "three hours to help you find your way to hall. The bell pull over there will summon a servant if you need any assistance. Please don't hesitate to ask, Master Cassian." She quietly closed the door behind her and left him alone to explore the vast space. He had been alone less than five minutes when the door opened again and Leia came bursting into the room. "Cassian," she cried as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "It's so good to see you! Come on! I want to show you the palace." Half smiling Cassian asked, "Can I at least put my stuff away?" "No. Save that for later," she said, dragging him by one arm out of the room. "Come on Kaytoo." And with that, the three of them set off on an exploration of Leia's home. Cassian hoped Kaytoo could secure him a map, otherwise he would never find his way around this place. Leia ended her tour in the family dining room. She timed it so that they were just sitting down for the meal. Grabbing him by the hand, she dragged him over to meet her mother. "So this is the young man I have heard so much about?" Queen Breha asked. "My husband and daughter speak very highly of you." Cassian tried to bow, but the queen refused. "None of that, now. Here you are family." She pulled him in for a hug, which he stiffly reciprocated. Brusquely, Breha continued, "Now let's eat." Dinner was a bizarre affair for Cassian. Conversation moved fast around him and before he knew it he had eaten more in one meal than he remembered eating in a month. As desert was being served, Breha outlined her plans for the newest addition to their family. He was going to be very busy if she had her way. For the first time in years, he slept without a blaster under his pillow. The next morning Cassian was being shown into the viceroys office. Bail looked up as he entered. He came to his feet with a smile and ushered the lad into a seat. They layout of this office was so different from Draven's. It was designed to make one comfortable and feel at home. "Come, sit. How was your trip?" The questions were so normal, Cassian was almost uncomfortable. Bail seemed to genuinely care about his answers and listened on the edge of his seat. He offered Cassian tea and some kind of sweet cake and wouldn't let him refuse. Several hours into the conversation, Bail turned the focus and finally got down to what seemed the point of this unusual interview. "While you are here on Alderaan, I want you to think of this as your home. Breha and I will be there for you in whatever capacity you need. I hope that one day you can come to think of this as your home." He paused looking down at his hands. "As you know, Alderaan is a peaceful planet, we have no weapons to speak of. I know you brought at least one blaster with you." Looking uncomfortable, Cassian acknowledged, "It's an older one. Melshi gave it to me years ago and I keep it for that reason. Do you want me to-". Bail held up his hand to stop the boy. "Getting rid of it won't be necessary. Just keep it in good repair, unloaded and away from prying eyes. I am not about to take away a family heirloom. It would just be better for everyone if we kept this to ourselves." He smiled. "Sometimes, it is impossible to take a soldier away from the fight." "Thank you," Cassian whispered quietly. "I do have one request." Bail looked him in the eye. "I angered a few people recently. In the last few weeks I have received numerous threats against my family. Breha is never outside the palace without her guards, so I am not too concerned with her safety. It's Leia I worry about. She's too young to really understand the dangers around her. She trusts people in a way that is dangerous." "You want me to guard her?" "Not really. She has guards. I want you to be her friend, stick by her side. Maybe one day be like the brother she never had." For a moment the senator looked almost sad. "It's not that I don't trust her guards. But Leia can be impulsive. She makes rash decisions that could put her in danger. In that respect, she is a normal child. Just be her friend." "I can do that," Cassian said with a small smile. "She's already making plans for her summer break. They all seem to include me." He didn't seem troubled by this at all. "And although you can't carry a blaster, nothing in our disarmament treaties prevents you from carrying a hunting knife. This one was given to me by my father, a long time ago." The knife, about six inches long, was in a holster intricately carved with the Organa coat of arms. Cassian closed his hand around the weapon. "The holster straps on to your leg. Keep in on you at all times." "I promise," he answered solemnly. "Now I think I have kept you long enough from your lessons. Off with you. See you at dinner." At that Cassian was out his door, looking younger than Bail had ever seen him. The next few months passed in a blur. Every day he sat in on the princess's lessons, learning a great deal about Alderaan and the other side of galactic politics. Every night he ate dinner with the family. It wasn't long before he was settled into this new atmosphere as if he had always been there. The good, steady food resulted in frequent fitting sessions for new clothing. He filled out and soon he was almost as tall as his mentor. It didn't take long before his hair grew out more into the Alderaanian style, flowing and almost covering his eyes. He blended in as another member of the royal family. Before long most of the citizens forgot that Cassian wasn't born on Alderaan, although the purists never would.

#thefulcrumcaptain #Cassian Andor

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throwingideasatthewall · 3 years

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Clone Wars Episode 9

(Cloak of Darkness)

[Title Scene!]

Quote; Ignore your instincts at your own peril

Oof

Acc o un tability Instincts

And

Conscience

Valid

But also sounds like a vague threat to the viewer

“Vice Roy,”

This is where we’re starting off on?

Not the best episode

The first one to get a strike from me

Who knows maybe it’s just a bad starting place and they make something out of it

Er-

“Luminara And Ahsoka,”

Interesting, that is a good start

Showing that Anakin has no control of his Padawan

And opening the door for New dynamics

Sounds interesting

Honestly, I don’t know much about Luminara so this will be a good For Her

“ under heavy guard,”

It’s two people

Face Trial

And Get Acquitted

“For his many war crimes,”

Why don’t you just kick this bitch from society

Make him deal with himself

What did the other prisoners do to deserve his Company

Oh This character

Also - still don’t get the close-ups on her face

Is this like the second time it’s happened?

Don’t think it happened with any other characters though Obi wan is a glory hound

“ have you made contact with the cruiser?”

Good leadership (Kinda)

Assumed authority Kind

Good scene

But those dude’s eyes

Blink

Professional

Bull shit

Scam art ist

I’m glad it seems to have the awareness not to have the clones fall for this

“Generous,”

Fuck off old man

Also Luminara just called him ‘Subtley’ a piece of work

Good for her

Dude don’t respond to him

Don’t let him have any control or say in your life

“Tempting offer,”

“ I have a gift for you,”

Snarky little shit

Also; I thought he was going to go for the gag

What have really been the tea

“Finally,” Nope Tone is already out the window

I’m starting to think it’s a problem with female characters

But Lumi nara hear sounds perf ectly fine

Maybe it’s just child female characters...

Nice

Really Like The Design Going Here

Ooh Sweet columns Here

All around the sides give it abstract value

Like salagtites

Why doesn’t someone muzzle him?

Like I know the moral reasons why

But if you’re going to enable Please do with the utmost care to your safety

And at least bring some of ear phones

So... you don’t have to listen to this tox

Lit igator

On one hand playing by your own rules

On the other hand, accountability

And how it lends itself to vigilante justice

“Keep moving,”

Assault’s not cool

Hahaha

I’m sorry

WHAT

Is with the dude’s design?

He looks like a guy out of an old Timey story book

“His locks shimmered in the breeze like Golden sunlight,’

He looks like his name is to be Valor Mic -do -good

I’m sorry that’s enough roasting of his design

(It’s not that bad)

Traitor

Commander Gre-

“Let’s move,”

Right Into His Ear

Gree doesn’t give a fuck

Getting revenge for getting his ear talked off

Just tossing him off

Oh no wait they’re following him good

I expect some treachery to go down

(Specifically-)

Senator Commando s

“Rate all security,”

A) he’s a war criminal

They want to make a show out of him

And show they can handle it

It’s a propaganda move

Secondly they operate under the enabler, “Several people dec ided to enable him so clearly only he’s the problem and the others were just poor souls lead astray,”

(Despite the fact that this completely un dermineds the ability of choice

And paint them as well-)

Actually children does work in this analogy

Since they will just do orders And that’s why they’re not accountable

(Only wish “Uncle” Eeroy Was up There)

If I can twist that episode into any positive light it’s showing how adults will try to use children to validate themselves (And their bullshit)

Don’t let your overconfidence give Gunnar another advantage

She’s a child

Gunnery already has the advantage

As an adult

Sure she has a gun

That.... expression is more along the lines of what I was expecting

We’re going for dull

Ahsoka wouldn’t really care

Also, ships

Don’t look like Republic ships

And intimidating music is playing

What’s the scoop?

Hologram?

Sidious

Dooku??

“Vice Roy,”

He’s going to escape ?

I have already put a plan into action my Lord

Also cloaks just coming back in style

Also glad we’re getting to see more of the other villains

Having focused on Grievous for hours

* They wore it better

“ my best apprentice Asaj Ventress,”

Oh we’re getting a bit of a re-introduction to her

And (Kinda) an answer to who that person he was communicating with earlier are

*was

* or silence him

Rough

“ Ventress,”

I like how they keep the diagonal lines On Sidious’s face

To make his chancellor persona

That’s good attention to detail

“ you are putting a lot of faith in an operative that has failed us in the past,”

Call back

“She’s a gifted assassin,”

Aww, he looks so innocent here

Also, complements

“ you may proceed,”

Off, Sidious sounds pretty old in that last line

Oof

“Master,”

“There is no margin for error,”

“Child,”

Okay, woah, woah gross

She supposed to be a grown woman right?

Because otherwise holding her to the completely Wrong standard

That’s not how you do over sexualization of children If Not that that’s just a standard tox

Comparing a grown woman to an undeveloped-

Let’s just hope they don’t go down that lane

“ being my apprentice,”

Being my sub-servient

“ I am worthy,”

“ As you shall see,”

Having to prove your worth to others

Tox.

Ship!

Dressed Like Cen turons

The design in this episode is very goofy

Oof

Walking towards a normal clone

How goes the interrogation

Oh that’s an interrogator

(Also his voice sounds surprisingly normal)

Then again he seems to be special ops / FBI Degree of enforcing

So maybe more initiative

“Has Vice Roy cracked,”

Yes screw accountability and making them deal with themselves away from society where they can’t hurt anyone Or having faith in society that no one will enable

Let’s go Third degree

Nice

The Jedi will wear him down

🎵 The Jedi are complicit in torture 🎵

“ your thoughts betray you, Vice Roy,”

Aka I saw you do it

I can sense your concern

your fear

That you will lose the power and the wealth

Falsely accumulated!

Also no being has authority over others

“ I have no idea what you’re talking about,”

Dude...

You hide great many things

Asoka’s showing too much emotion

Also what’s the betting that Asoka breaks the trial completely irrationally

She’s tapping her fingers

The locations of their bases

“ I am an innocent pawn in all this,”

Bull. shit

You. Made. A. Choice

“ if you are merely a pawn then who are you protecting,”

Don’t enable this

Hold him accountable

And if you stumble across the bastard

Hold him accountable

Just... Hold people accountable

[Also, Asoka’s there like yes I’m helping,”]

No one I know nothing

Bullshit enabler

“Liar, Liar,”

Told ya

Ahsoka

Padawan

Well At least they didn’t Pretend Ahsoka Was capable of doing bad cop good cop

Still a completely unrealistic outburst

[there’s a reason why the people in bad cop- good scenarios are adults

This is why

Literally applying unnecessarily emotional, mental, and physical stress

Instead of holding him accountable

Bullshit, M’lady

Just as guilty

Asoka just brought to a new extreme

And what would’ve been a good scene about how Anakin and by default Obi-Wan’s ‘abuse’ Or lessons to do so

Intensified

We get a scene with an irrationally angry Ahsoka That shows unrealistic child- like Behavior

More befitting of an adult

This could’ve been a good scene about Luminara getting slapped in the face with the things she’s enabling

And Asoka not realizing (Not able to realize) The harm in her robotic automated action

And that considering Asoka and Anakin are both under 22 The fact that she can technically Unfuck the situation (at least for the next generation) And the conscientious decision, to not to

Despite all the bad signs

Don’t know about the toxicity level it’s looking pretty tox

“ I wasn’t serious,”

You were unrealistically unchildlike

And, by adult standards , you’d be had for toxicity

But this is just bad wri ting

“ The only way he’ll talk is if he’s scared enough,”

Or if he wants to

Literally, only if he wants- to

Em, perhaps I was too hasty

Let us negotiate

He just decided to do that

Ahsoka

[I really hope they aren’t going the direction of the last episode

And blaming all the adult problems on the child

Ah!

Captain

“Status Report,”

Good captaining

[Weird animation with flailing arms]

Fighters in -coming

They brought boarding ships

Hey actually doing some thing

Prepare to repeal the enemy

Action

Off

Tough Bastards

Right through the ship

Off

Right there thing is droids

Neat

Ok how are they going to hold off tanks

That requires some kind of explosive

There’s another gun

They get shot down

Again, explosives

Oh, immediate fill in

[they didn’t even take that guy to the medic!]

Also yeah stand in the same spot with no cover

Oof

They got one

[are we sure that Guy didn’t just die from exhaustion?]

Oh, yeah cannons

Get some explosives

Lot to go

Seriously get explosives

Super battle droids

I just called him tanks

Whelp

Jedi are you waiting for Cue?

Whelp

They’re headed for the detention level

“Aight,”

Night buddy

“ we need reinforcements- oh,”

That was the most disinterested scream of getting shot

I’ve ever heard

[are we sure he didn’t get hit by a stun weapon?]

Also, no, you need more grenades

Throwing bodies at it clearly isn’t helping

Commander: I’ll need your assistance

Why?

Also; now you help

After everyone’s dead

Sat there listening to chatter for about 5 to 6 minutes

“You stay here with captain Aguyis,”

What?!

Also, no how about better idea

You stay here and deal with the negotiations

Asoka and the captain go to deal with it

So you don’t leave a child with a manipulative maniac

(Not encouraging child soldiers)

Nor do I think Ahsoka can take them

“ Guard the viceroy,”

Guard the manipulative maniac with no muzzle

[But

It’s a terrible idea!]

Hopefully the captain a more responsible Guard

OK maybe will get a look into who’s ordering Ahsoka and their general ideals

“Master,”

Is it Master used just for apprentices

Shouldn’t Ahsoka be calling her something like my lady, or some other high old’ medieval title

“Lord”?

“Lordess?”

“Mistress?”

It appears you are no situation to negotiate Padawan

Dude...

She has

A light saber

Also this is the problem with leaving children with toxic adults

Rescue

Never mind they’re going Full on unchildlike with Ahsoka right now

Screw interesting narrative

Ack

That ended quickly

There she is

Oof

That dude is still alive

Seriously, was that the dude that got shot over the Coms?

How?

Whelp

ouch

Also no one going to notice that?

What have you found?”

Some one noticed

“Copy,”

Clearly Not

And she has the cuff

Guess she liked it?

Good for her?

Battle droids are everywhere

Guess she likes the radio

Also, Luminara didn’t kill those droids?

‘Cause there were way more than one

“ we have to protect the prisoner,”

That literally didn’t change any thing

Also so Luminara is right back where she started

Whole scene was pointless

Whelp

How do they stand -?

Also hope clones get good health coverage

Again Cannon

Unnecessarily dead

Whelp

How long does it take her to walk?!

Also who killed all those dress setting battle droids then?

Think it was the authors

Could’ve done this five seconds ago

Also, sneaking around in vents

Off

Why are you here?

This is not where prisoner

Is it the security core?

[is it to ship hyperdrive?]

Whelp

Poor

Skeletal~ *Shivers*

Droid

Sorry am I supposed to like this droid

[I’m trying but it looks like a human spine]

Whoop

There she goes

Whelp

See anything

People are getting massacred and you just switched back to everything’s all right mode that quickly

Whelp

Creepy Roomba

Engine room seems clear

We’ll lock it down

Seriously everyone went back to normal real quickly

Shouldn’t you be hauling someone to the medic

Or PROTECT ING the Priso -ner

Seriously no one can seem to keep the consistency and the battle scene was over way too quick without any confirmation

And I’m on guard

Not for Ventress

But the droid things

Seriously!?

[only two of them in that hallway?!]

The enemy is approaching towards the prison level

You- do realize how much that doesn’t fit up

[” oh yeah Joe I’m just grabbing some donuts

“ oh good the enemy is about to capture the very important prisoner we have,”

Isn’t that always how it is?

[Laugh track]

“We’re on our way,”

Keep watch 327

Ok 327 T

IRONY

Also cute

Even if it does look like a dismembered spine

Do you know droids never like to be called by their nicknames

Pretty sure that’s like calling you by your last name

Nicknames are different

Beeping

Oof

Again I wasn’t too worried about her

I’m worried about those droids

[Though do you like the sass they gave her in this frame]

Neat

Well...

Shit

S’up

Really playing around

with the droid

S’up

Again,

Looks like the last of them commander

But I sense our troubles are not over

Maybe because you left a child soldier do with a mani-

S’up

Well

Sounds like your rescue-

Nope

Cocky Ahsoka

Don’t mind me as my brain just slowly numbs out

[Your child shouldn’t have more cocky and sass than your adults]

I am ready to discuss our bargain again

This dude goes back -and- forth like a top

Padawan Tano may I have a word

Why?

[if I leave you won’t go anywhere will you?]

Argh

The enemy has been repealed

Why are you telling her this??

Where is Luminara then?

[Seriously how long does it take her to walk?”]

Whelp

And, subtlety just went out the roof

[almost literally]

Whelp, really showing off

“If it isn’t-”

Again, child

No sass

This should be Un knowledgeably Terrify- Ing

Hey, some snark

“ Skywalkers little pet,”

If only...

More so Skywalker’s unchildlike abomination

Currently

So this is a child vs adult

This isn’t a battle of equals

It’s an ass beating waiting to happen

“ i’ll give you a merciful death,”

Ahhhhhhhhh

Skip

“The Padawan,”

The unchildlike semi abomination

That’s not a child

If so it would Follow the rules of writing a child

As such I have no Commit -ment? Invol vement?

Interest?

In the fight

It could turn something into a toaster and I’d just have to accept that

Clones never help

Again, ass- beat

This a curb stop battle

waiting to happen

Whelp See

Also that Guard has plot armor

Whelp -yet

Hard pull

You Know-

“ Skywalker’s not here to save you now,”

Again she can just pull a toaster out of her ass

This is the problem with breaking the rules of writing

“I don’t need saving,”

COMPLETELY UN - realistically

Seriously, movie

Children for the Woobies

Adult for a bad asses

Get it right

Any way...

Still repels

“Over Here,”

She’s not getting repelled by a literal child is she

“Buy you a planet,”

Whatever

Heck

Oh, no she can just the phase through the doors....

My sense of suspension isn’t really broken

But it is very well damaged

(Especially with Ahsoka)

......

Blah blah tempting taunting whatever

“Irony,”

Irony is when an adult, one that can be held accountable, does something This is poor writing

With no investment

(You didn’t earn that)

Ventress stick him for double irony

(Actually deserved irony)

Youngling

NEVER-

( I’m filled with so much anger)

Argh-

Whelp

Why would you check there

Whelp

Finally got there

Whelp Heck ed

Blah, Blah

Surrender

Dude got away didn’t he

There’s too much riding for this to be a success

Whelp

Bull shit

I watched that animation!

She didn’t press a button!

What?!

And they all died

That dude’s a weakling

Whelp

Frick That

Heck

Whelp

There You Go

[Dude left behind without even a scratch]

[Or he disappeared in a cut scene]

Cause he’s not there

Blah Blah

That power’s kinda of neat though

Okay

What are we waiting for?

Survival

Protecting the prisoner

Common sense

Everything running haywire

The engine got blown up

Shouldn’t you be busy

Should someone be switching on the back up power

[Shouldn’t the power been off for a few seconds?]

That wouldn’t screw with the buttons

Also there he is

[I’m five seconds from calling bullshit-]

Whatever

An explosive bomb Caused-

[Frustrated inhale]

Okay-

Don’t

Gunnery

-No

I’m-

Too Tired

To yell at enable(r) logic

Whatever

[oh so yeah there clearly are explosives!]

[Fru strated]

.....

....

[i’m getting a damn tox headache from this ]

Damn

.....

Argh

Argh...

Whoah

But...

Cool

Whelp

Tal king

.....

OMG

What ever

Neither do you

-What

Why-

Argh -

Oh-

Just-

Argh-

Well-

Hmm

ARGH

Bull shit

Alright

‘ superior my ass’

Droids

Right.....

Whatever

Nice fight scene

I don’t care

‘cause it’s overshadowed by Asoka’s bullshit

Whelp

What- Ever

Hmm

They’ve got it all reversed They’ve given Luminara all of Ahsoka’s helplessness (And reactions) Asoka has ended up with all of the Luminara’s Self-assured confidence (One of which can be switched because an adult react (Almost) as much as they wish (Child-like naivetè absolutely not) Does not work the other way

That’s what’s wrong with this cut scene (Scene)

And It Gets Worse...

Count Dooku

Whatever

Blah blah blah

Whatever That’s Cool

“I can’t dis-”

Back to this again

Stop saying

start doing movie

Also you know what would be great?

Having Luminara Have This Con versation Debating if she should disobey her previous handlers, as she sends a child to their very literal death Giving the watcher some hope when she decides to eventually decides to rescue Ahsoka

Or the feeling of dread as she continues to follow orders cutting with Ahsoka getting her ass kicked to contrast the wrongess of the situation

Ventress, eventually leaving her out of pity

The Future now with a lot more distance to cover

If it ever wishes to recover ...

Wasted potential

It even Has the Line Over stepp ing Bound aries

Argh

And Gene rational Back Stab...

It does everyt hing wrong

For the common courtesy of not Blast - ing My Ears Off Try ing To Ma -ke An abus -i ve Mom ent- A Nice One

It Gets No Tox (Though it Certainly Te sts The Boundary)

(Even a moral about how you’re expendable to enablers...

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