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MBTI: Star Wars

Written by Ryan (archive post from January 30, 2019)

It’s the gift that just keeps giving! And it will, forever, and ever, and…….ever, because of Disney. I can see both good and bad in that. Anyway, here’s another daunting list of characters, this time from Star Wars. Major characters have gotten their own articles. Rey: ISFP (https://goo.gl/p5TKP4) Finn: ENFP (https://goo.gl/bXp2fU) Kylo Ren: ESFP (https://goo.gl/Fh2cSa) Poe Dameron: ESFP (https://goo.gl/rFc6ob)

Luke Skywalker: INFP (separate thread pending) Han Solo: ISTP (separate thread pending) Leia Organa: ESTJ (separate thread pending) Lando Calrissian: ESTP (separate thread pending) Obi Wan Kenobi: ENFJ (separate thread pending) Yoda: INFJ (separate thread pending) Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker: ISTJ (separate thread pending) Sheev Palpatine/Darth Sidious: ENTJ (https://bit.ly/2B8rzk4) Darth Maul: ISTP (separate thread pending) Qui-Gon Jinn: ENFP (separate thread pending)

Ahsoka Tano: ENFP (separate thread pending)

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PREQUELS

Padme Amidala: ESFJ Padme is the most prominent ESFJ in the saga (aside from C3PO), and she’s portrayed by Natalie Portman with……..wooden acting. How ironic. The basic white girl of the saga is reduced to a monotone delivery in the first film. Who knew the Queen had to act like such a dingus so that her body double would have an easier time imitating her? If you think about it, it’s pretty genius. That being said, Fe is the name of the game here for Padme, as she’s primarily concerned with the needs and wants of those around her, and often champions for social causes due to her role as a senator later on in the films. The Clone Wars series amplifies her primary Fe and secondary Si, as she fights to restore the Republic to its glory days.

Count Dooku: INFJ No one got tricked harder by Palpatine’s schemes than Dooku did. Darth Tyranus himself wanted nothing more than for the Separatists to restore a rightful order to the galaxy (in his eyes), free from the corruption of the Jedi and the Republic. Even as he was in on most of Palpatine’s grand plans from the start, he was unaware of his master’s true deception towards him until his final seconds.

It’s only fitting that the gentlemanly villain of the saga, and even more fitting that he wanted Obi-Wan as his apprentice (another xNFJ), to usurp Palpatine. Count Dooku is basically the Ra’s Al Ghul of Star Wars.

Jar-Jar Binks: ESFP My favorite character! Just kidding. But really, Jar-Jar ain’t all that bad; he’s just an annoying ESFP. Jar-Jar lives primarily in the moment as a comic relief goober that bares little-to-no importance to the plot, except for the crowning moment where he facilitates the senate to give Chancellor Palpatine emergency powers. Oh, now you’ve got a reason to hate him.

Mace Windu: ENTJ “George……I want a purple lightsaber. Pleeaaaase?”

Unfortunately, Samuel L. Jackson himself never got to utter his catchphrase as he portrayed a more stoic ENTJ this time around. Mace Windu, known in the Legends continuity for his infamous Shatterpoint technique (very Te-based), gifts a strategic mindset to the Jedi council. He’ll often say things for how they are in a Te-based manner (but with a little more tact), such as when he states that Anakin is too old to be trained when Qui-Gon presents him to the council. And then he’ll sometimes give us some one liners, such as “this party’s over.” But the signifier of Te-Ni? When he proposes to execute Palpatine because he is too dangerous.

Jango Fett: ISTP Jango Fett? Neevah houd uf ‘im. But what about Boba? Rest aside, Jango Fett just cares about the fat stacks he gets from being a clone template so he can be the best dad in the galaxy there is, and he don’t care who pays him. Sounds pretty ISTP to me.

General Grievous: ESTJ Hello there! Our favorite coughing cyborg general turns out to be an ESTJ. Through primary Te, he barks out orders to his subordinates, often impatiently. It’s like he knows you knew how to do it but screwed up, which is a superpower that ESTJs have and will use to pounce on you and your failures.

Grievous himself is a natural boaster, like any ESTJ. Your GIFs will make a fine addition to his collection!

ORIGINAL TRILOGY

Tarkin: ESTJ Roll your R’s! Heighten your received pronunciation! Peter Cushing is here to add some Britishness to your Star Wars! Tarkin stands as one of the most brilliant tactical minds the Empire has known (rivaled only by Grand Admiral Thrawn). But he is also one of the governors/administrators of the Empire, and it is because of this reason that he has become known for his Te, dishing out orders with an elegant terror. ESTJ it is, folks.

Boba Fett: ISTP Fact: Boba Fett survives the Sarlacc Pit in both continuities. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one. Everyone’s favorite character, Boba Fett, is just like his father (an ISTP); his allegiances do not matter as long as his employers pay him fat stacks. Unless he has to work with Han Solo. Archenemies do not get along that well. The everchanging neutrality of the ISTP is displayed most importantly in the Legends continuity, in one story where Fett himself turned on Vader and dueled with a lightsaber (successfully), when it wasn’t in his own interests to side with Vader.

R2D2: ENTP I’m always under the theory that if we could hear R2D2 speak, he’d be swearing ¼ of the time. This wisecracking little astromech droid always comes up with creative solutions when in a bind, all the while wising off to C3PO in the process. Sounds like Ne to me, right? But more importantly, the moral of the story for most ENTPs to learn is a little common sense and to sit back and think things through a little more. Sure they have excellent reasoning abilities on the spot, but would R2 have ended up in a Jawa sandcrawler if he hadn’t smarted off to Threepio in the desert and abandoned him? He may have had a “mission,” but he could have let Threepio in on it.

C3PO: ESFJ Like a true ESFJ, goldenrod here never learns to shut his mouth. The ESFJ will blab on and on about small talk and things no one cares about, which is often why C3PO gets interrupted all of the time when he explains what he does or where he has been. Much to his annoyance, too. Because he’s a protocol droid, his Fe is slanted to please others, and this is why we have the perfect ESFJ in this galaxy far, far away.

Chewbacca: ISFJ Can Chewbacca really be typed? I think so! Just because we don’t hear him speaking anything, doesn’t mean he can’t be! Solo: A Star Wars Story did a really good job of fleshing out Chewie’s character, giving him motives and ambitions. Such as, his desire to free his people in the spice mines of Kessel. That moment signaled one of the few times that Chewie would act impulsively, to me, and it reeked of ISFJ.

Jabba the Hutt: ESTP Big shot gangster, you say? That’s pretty clear-cut, ESTP. And we see this in Return of the Jedi; Jabba just sits around on his butt indulging in sensual pleasures, changing his mind in deals quite often. He’s a reasonable man, since he uses Ti. In A New Hope, we see the way he deals with Han Solo, and he restrains his displeasure in the hopes of giving him another chance to pay him back. ESTPs, with their tertiary Fe, can often do this, although their patience will ultimately wear thin in the long run.

Wedge Antilles: ISTJ Wedge is your basic everyman, like any ISTJ there is. Does he have much of a personality to him? Not really, but from what I’ve seen of him, he reeks of ISTJ.

THE CLONE WARS

Asajj Ventress: ISFP Ventress has been burned in life before, so it’s easy to assume that she could be an ISTP based upon her cold, sarcastic exterior. However, upon further examination, ISFP seems to fit far better. Ventress lives wholly for the moment, so it would be easy to think maybe she could be an Se-user. However, her biting comebacks that she displays are a very common trait from many other fictional ISFPs, who, when unhealthy, can show a lack of morality when it comes to their enemies and this is displayed in their inferior Te which manifests as either a childish outburst or a calm and collected burn. Her primary Fi is displayed with her sense of purpose with the Nightsisters, fueled by revenge against Dooku. In the New Canon novel Dark Disciple, we see the cold exterior melt a little bit in Ventress’ newfound romance with Quinlan Vos, and we finally see her inch toward becoming a healthier ISFP.

Captain Rex: ISTJ Rex is a simple man, and our main conduit upon which to view the clone troopers who chose not to obey Order 66, all due to a little thing called tertiary Fi. ISTJs are like big cuddly goobers sometimes, and Rex is quite the example sometimes, especially in his appearances in Rebels.

Mother Talzin: INFJ All Talzin wanted was her revenge on Palpatine for double-crossing her and taking her son Darth Maul, ultimately for the Nightsisters to prosper. She wanted power in the galaxy, but even Palpatine saw through her lunacy and said nah. Sometimes, because of their imaginations getting the best of them through Ni-Fe-Ti, the INFJ can seem a little bit delusional. And Mother Talzin seems pretty INFJ to me.

Hondo Ohnaka: ESTP Hondo Ohnaka loves to party, and he loves making material gains out of any situation possible; this only proves that he is ESTP. He’ll ally with you, and then betray you if the reward is greater, and this is fueled by Se as he sees infinite possibilities in the present moment. With secondary Ti, he’ll always choose the right words for the right purposes to weasel his way out of situations, and with tertiary Fe, he’ll also treat even his enemies in a cordial manner!

Cad Bane: ISTP The most grizzled and seasoned bounty hunter there ever was between Jango and Boba Fett’s dominance, Cad Bane means business and business means credits. And if you eff it up, he’ll get mad, because he only cares about himself and his payday, which is a common stereotype of many ISTP bounty hunters in fiction. The severely underdeveloped inferior Fe that he has explains his cold personality toward not only his enemies, but his fellow bounty hunters. And with his quick strategical mind informed through primary Ti, which also fuels his own sardonic wit, Cad Bane is an easy ISTP.

Savage Opress: ISTP There isn’t a whole lot of character development for Savage Opress, but he makes a terrible user of Fe (with the exception of his brother Maul), which is the inferior function of ISTPs. So I’m just going with ISTP here for Savage.

SEQUELS

Captain Phasma: ISTJ Phasma, portrayed by the lovely Gwendolyn Christie, has always managed to keep this air of coolness to her character despite being punked by Finn twice and surviving the explosion of a planet (and possibly a spaceship; we’ll find out in episode IX). Phasma herself is an ISTJ in the best possible way, and we find this out about her character in her work ethic which is displayed in the novels and comics of the new Disney canon. The wild extents of her tertiary Fi is explored more vividly in these new-canon works.

General Hux: ESTJ General Hux hates Kylo Ren (secretly) for his whining, immaturity, and overall terrible leadership skills, and the fact that Snoke clearly favors Ren compared to himself when it comes to leadership. What can we learn from such an ESTJ character? Well, we can learn that unhealthy ESTJs are prone to loud, angry outbursts and shouting matches when their patience wears thin (that which they run low on almost daily). The unhealthy ESTJ is also known for sucking up to their superiors while they ironically continue on to treat their subordinates terribly, such as the case when Hux sucks up to Snoke, or Kylo Ren when he usurps leadership. It is only because of Snoke’s protection that Hux was allowed to say whatever he wanted to Ren, and now that Snoke is gone, well……that’s an interesting dynamic to see in Episode IX to come.

Rose Tico: ISFJ Booooo! An ordinary type for an ordinarily character in Rose Tico.

Snoke: ENTJ We still know literally nothing about him, and quite honestly, I’m fine with that for the next few years. In The Force Awakens, he seemed quite the INTJ in his tiny amount of screentime. However though, he shows a much more charismatic side more indicative of a loony ENTJ. Those gold bathrobes……utter tertiary Se. And what differentiates Snoke from Palpatine, is a slightly more charismatic side that manifests itself in his speech, almost like he can’t get enough of his own voice (a trait also manifested by unhealthy ENTPs, but in a slightly different way), signifying ENTJ more than INTJ.

Maz Kanata: ENTP Maz Kanata is quite the character, being the leader of a den of space pirates and other equally colorful characters. And Han and Chewie seem to love her. Maz is ENTP; making quips about Chewie being her boyfriend, being the “guy who knows a guy” (like Cosmo Kramer of Seinfeld, another ENTP) with the Master Codebreaker, and going on wacky space adventures in her free time, as seen in her hologram in The Last Jedi. Mature ENTPs can add a large amount of wisdom to variety of experiences they’ve seen in their long lives, and it’s no wonder the screen sizzles when Maz is on it.

ROGUE ONE

Jyn Erso: ISFP It’s becoming a real trend, isn’t it? Female ISFPs in Star Wars? Never tell me the odds! Jyn Erso, like many other ISFPs, exhibits a “once burned, twice shy” mentality that often causes her to be reluctant to declare loyalty to anyone or even be involved in conflict. Like The Dude (an ISFP) from The Big Lebowski, and almost all other ISFPs, Jyn Erso doesn’t want to take a stake in any side of any conflict. She just wants her dad.

Cassian Andor: ISTJ It’s a pretty simple conclusion that Cassian Andor happens to be an ISTJ. As a higher ranking official in the Rebel Alliance (I presume?), it’s no wonder that he wants to follow orders first and foremost and eliminate Galen Erso, because his very own Si-Te is on overdrive. But then, the Fi hits. Oh, what the hell, Rogue One it is. Hello, Scarif!

K-2SO: INTP He’s the droid with the sassy wit! He’s gotta be ENTP, right? Nah, I think K2 is an INTP. Because most of his dialogue and humor revolves around skepticism, I’m going to stereotypically label him as an INTP. It just seems right, and I’m getting quite lazy right now.

Orson Krennic: ENTJ He’s the director of a project. That almost immediately indicates ExTJ, right? It does. And boy, what a massive amount of Te he has. With the amount of balls it takes for him to stand up to Tarkin, let alone run off to Darth Vader to tattle on him, I would say that it only signifies Krennic as an ENTJ, because an ESTJ would never have those balls unless they were given them by a higher up or through experience (ex. Tarkin). And why does he have Ni? First of all, he has a vision, and he’s sick and tired of a bureaucrat such as Tarkin taking credit for his accomplishments and then also taking control, something the ENTJ never wants to relinquish. And also, he’s got quite the fiery-hot temper.

Galen Erso: INTJ Galen is a bit reserved and dad-like (his purpose in this film too), and very healthy INTJs, like Galen, are kinda like that. He’s a very realistic portrayal of one that’s closer to real life INTJs. That being, his tertiary Fi is well-developed in that he was willing to betray the Empire and build a flaw in the Death Star.

SOLO

Tobias Beckett: ESTP “Didn’t I tell you never to trust anyone, Han?” Spoken like a true ESTP mentor, through tertiary Fe. As TV Tropes would put it, Beckett is another character that exemplifies the “Heel Face Revolving Door” trope, in which the character constantly switches allegiances throughout the story. A common stereotype of many slimy ESTPs are their tendency to switch sides for their own benefit, due to their primary Se and Ti. Just look at Lando in the beginning. That old scoundrel.

Qi’ra: ISTJ While not so mature as a youth on Corellia (is anyone ever, actually?), Qi’ra later comes into her own type over the years as she matures and we get to see her primary Si in action as she makes reasonable, considerable choices amongst the entire Millenium Falcon crew through the film. And Si is one for order and loyalty; that is, until the ISTJs Fi eventually gets the best of them in the second or third act and they have a change of heart. In this case, it’s her turning on Vos.

L3-37: INFP Freedom for droids! Sound like anyone you know? Probably that Social Justice Warrior or extremely passionate Fi-user that you know in real life. You know, like an INFP or an ISFP (morely likely an INFP though). The rest of you that are just as knowledgeable in MBTI, you can fill in the blanks and you’d probably agree with me on this one.

Dryden Vos: ESTJ Again, all he cares about is the money and the pleasures. So, another xSTP crimelord/bounty hunter stereotype? Actually not this time. Initially, I thought he was an ESTP due to this. However, the scene where Beckett reveals his true colors in the con and Vos temporarily offers an implied allegiance to Han to get him, only to turn on him when Beckett leaves, signifies a key difference between the ESTP and the ESTJ. While the ESTP may go forward and stick with the allegiance, the ESTJ will more than likely feign it. And the ESTJ will sometimes do anything and accept any methods to get the job done (tertiary Ne), but ultimately dish out order in the end after the parties and dust have settled, returning to the old status quo (or rarely, starting a new one). To be honest, I’m still thinking about this one. I might go back and change Vos to an ESTP. Who knows, in time.

GENERAL

Darth Plagueis: INTP Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the INTP? I thought not. It’s not a story Enneagram would tell you. It’s an MBTI legend. Darth Plagueis was an INTP so powerful and so wise he could use his primary Ti to influence the midichlorians to create…… life. He had such a knowledge of MBTI that he could even keep the ones he cared about from calling themselves an intuitive when they were a sensor, or convince an INTJ that MBTI was not baloney. The dark side of the INTP is a pathway to many abilities, some consider to be unnatural. Eventually, he became so powerful… the only thing he was afraid of was losing his Ti, which eventually, of course, he did. Unfortunately, he taught his ENTJ apprentice MBTI, then his apprentice killed him in his sleep. Ironic. He could save others from death, but not himself.

Iden Versio: ISTJ I swear, this series churns out ISTJs like an assembly line. With Iden Versio, I hadn’t played Battlefront II, but I’d only seen a few cutscenes on YouTube to know that she’s another ISTJ. For my reasoning, just like at Cassian Andor above; it’s pretty much the same, except for an even greater amount of tertiary Fi from Versio.

Grand Admiral Thrawn: INTJ And now for the last but not least, most interesting character in the entire saga: Thrawn. And while his type is nothing but obvious, it’s interesting to delve into. Unfortunately, I don’t have all the time in the world to grant him his own separate post, so a paragraph or two will do. As an INTJ, what separates him from an ENTJ is tertiary Fi, and as small as it is, it’s still there. Versus being almost non-existent in unhealthy ENTJs. This allows him a more suave, cool demeanor, almost gentlemanly and noble, versus the ENTJ’s “I’ll only display that attitude because I’m sociable and charismatic, but I won’t be it” demeanor. In the Thrawn trilogy in Legends, Thrawn is more considerate to his subordinates and his partners, such as Jorus C’Boath (giving him Luke Skywalker), than Palpatine ever was to anyone. More often than not, when an INTJ makes a promise, you can bet they’ll stick with it.

CHARACTERS WITHOUT DESCRIPTIONS

Alright now, for the sake of brevity of this article, here are the characters I will not type descriptions for, just because either they explain themselves, they don’t warrant enough of an explanation, they’re minor, or they aren’t as relevant anymore (Legends characters). In regards to

SEQUELS

BB8: ESFP DJ: ESTP Unkar Plutt: ESTJ Lieutenant Connix: ISFJ Admiral Holdo: ISFJ

ORIGINAL TRILOGY

Uncle Owen: ISTJ Aunt Beru: ISFJ Greedo: who knows Lobot: ISTJ Bossk: ESTP Dengar: ISTP Zuckuss: ISTP IG-88: INTJ (even more of an awesome character in Legends) Wicket Warrick: ESFP Nien Nunb: ESFP

ROGUE ONE

Bodhi Rook: ESFJ Chirrut Îmwe: INFP Baze Malbus: ISTJ Saw Gerrera: INFJ

SOLO

Val: ISTJ Rio: ESTP Enfys Nest Leader: INFP

PREQUELS

Watto: ESTJ Sebulba: ESTP Nute Gunray: ESTJ Zam Wessel: ISTJ Captain Tanaka: ISTJ Captain Typho: ISFJ Boss Nass: ESFJ

THE CLONE WARS

Plo Koon: INTJ Luminara Unduli: INFJ Aayla Secura: ESFP Kit Fisto: ENFJ Bariss Offee: INFP Fives: ESFJ Duchess Satine: ENFJ Pre-Viszla: ENTP Quinlan Vos: ESFP

REBELS

Kanan Jarrus: ISFJ Hera Syndulla: ISTJ Sabine: ISFP Zeb Orrelios: ESFP Ezra Bridger: INFP Chopper: ESTP

GENERAL

Bail Organa: ISFJ Mon Mothma: ENFJ Iden Versio: ISTJ

LEGENDS

THRAWN TRILOGY

Mara Jade: ISTP Jorus C’Baoth: ENFJ

JEDI KNIGHT

Kyle Katarn: INFJ Jan Ors: ISFJ Jaden Korr: INFP Rosh Penin: ESFP Jerec: ENFJ Sariss: ISFJ Desann: ENTJ Tavion Axmis: ENFP

THE FORCE UNLEASHED

Galen Marek/Starkiller: ISFP Rahm Kota: ESFJ Juno Eclipse: ISTJ

MISC.

Durge: ESTP Dash Rendar: ESTP Carnor Jax: ENTP

KOTOR

Revan: INTP Darth Malak: ESTJ Darth Bandon: ISFP Bastila Shan: ENFJ Carth Onasi: ISTJ Mission Vao: ISFP Zaalbar: ISFJ Juhani: ISFP Jolee Bindo: INFJ Canderous Ordo: ISTP HK-47: ENTP Kreia: INFJ Darth Sion: ESTP Darth Nihilus: INTP Meetra Surik: ENTP Satele Shan: ENFJ

OLD REPUBLIC/TALES OF THE JEDI

Marka Ragnos: INTJ Naga Sadow: ENTJ Exar Kun: ESFP Nomi Sunrider: ISFJ Ulic Qel-Droma: ENFP

25 ABY - 45 ABY (and others)

Jacen Solo (Darth Caedus): INFP Jaina Solo: ESTP Lumiya: ENTP Vergere: INTP Ben Skywalker: ISFJ Jagged Fel: ESTJ Tahiri Veila: ESFP Anakin Solo: ESFP Abeloth: ENTP

LEGACY

Darth Krayt: INTJ Darth Talon: ISTP Darth Wyyrlok: ENTJ Cade Skywalker: ESTP Ania Solo: ISFP K’Kruhk: ISTP Darth Wredd: ENTJ

MBTI CHART

Key = Bold - Important (separate article), Italics - Major, Asterisk - Legends

ESFJ: Padme Amidala, C3PO, Bodhi Rook, Boss Nass, Fives, Rahm Kota* ISFJ: Chewbacca, Rose Tico, Admiral Holdo, Kanan Jarrus, Bail Organa, Captain Typho, Zaalbar*, Nomi Sunrider*, Jan Ors*, Sariss*, Ben Skywalker* ISTJ: Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker, Captain Phasma, Qi’ra, Captain Rex, Wedge Antilles, Cassian Andor, Iden Versio, Baze Malbus, Uncle Owen, Lobot, Val, Zam Wessel, Captain Tanaka, Hera Syndulla, Carth Onasi*, Juno Eclipse* ESTJ: Leia Organa, General Grievous, Dryden Vos, General Hux, Tarkin, Unkar Plutt, Nute Gunray, Watto, Darth Malak*, Jagged Fel* ESFP: Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Jar-Jar Binks, BB8, Zeb Orrelios, Aayla Secura, Quinlan Vos, Wickett Warrick, Nien Nunb, Exar Kun*, Tahiri Veila*, Anakin Solo*, Rosh Penin* ISFP: Rey, Asajj Ventress, Jyn Erso, Sabine, Galen Marek/Starkiller*, Mission Vao*, Juhani*, Ania Solo*, Darth Bandon* ESTP: Lando Calrissian, Tobias Beckett, Jabba the Hutt, Hondo Ohnaka, Bossk, DJ, Rio, Sebulba, Chopper, Cade Skywalker*, Durge*, Dash Rendar*, Jaina Solo*, Darth Sion* ISTP: Han Solo, Darth Maul, Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Savage Opress, Cad Bane, Zuckuss, Dengar, Mara Jade*, Canderous Ordo*, Darth Talon*, K’Kruhk* ENFJ: Obi Wan Kenobi, Duchess Satine, Kit Fisto, Mon Mothma, Jorus C’Baoth*, Bastila Shan*, Satele Shan*, Jerec* ENFP: Finn, Qui-Gon Jinn, Ahsoka Tano, Ulic Qel-Droma*, Tavion Axmis* INFP: Luke Skywalker, L3-37, Chirrut Îmwe, Enfys Nest Leader, Ezra Bridger, Bariss Offee, Jacen Solo/Darth Caedus*, Jaden Korr* INFJ: Yoda, Count Dooku, Mother Talzin, Saw Gerrera, Luminara Unduli, Kyle Katarn*, Jolee Bindo*, Kreia* ENTP: R2-D2, Maz Kanata, Pre-Viszla, HK-47*, Meetra Surik*, Lumiya*, Carnor Jax*, Abeloth*, Darth Wyyrlok* INTP: K2-SO, Darth Plagueis, Revan*, Darth Nihilus*, Vergere* ENTJ: Sheev Palpatine, Orson Krennic, Snoke, Mace Windu, Naga Sadow*, Desann*, Darth Wredd* INTJ: Thrawn, Galen Erso, IG-88, Plo Koon, Darth Krayt*, Marka Ragnos*

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 4 years

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Before Star Wars day is over, I’m gonna dump these two snippets of fic I wrote years ago that I’m never going to follow up on, but both stand well enough and I’m fond enough of them that I’m gonna post them and finally free myself of them.

The scenario is an AU where Ahsoka never crosses paths with Vader to learn his identity, and likewise never disappears, and gets to meet Luke.

I am releasing this into the wild with no proofreading from how I found it. Just take it as it is. It’s whatever it is.

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Only Rebels know of the Rebel base on Yavin's fourth moon, and when the Millenium Falcon approaches in orbit, its junkyard reject exterior is immediately recognizable as friendly; but it beams clearance codes down to the base. "This is Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan," she announces and the chatter that erupts as soon as she says her name, Leia, drowns out the way her voice catches on Alderaan. "We have the plans."

The people rushing to meet the ship have gathered into a crowd and a tall togruta woman, a head above many of the rest, shoves her way through. The plank of the ship lowers with a hiss and a white-and-blue astromech droid rolls down the ramp, a shining gold protocol droid toddling after him. The first two humans to descend, shoulder-to-shoulder, are weary and bent low by a kind of grief that Ahsoka can both see and feel. The Force ripples out in uneasy uneven waves from them both; both familiar, in a way, when only the tired, regal face framed by brown buns is one that Ahsoka knows.

"Leia!" she yells over the clamor of others calling for the princess by title and honorific. She has known her since she was a baby; she has kept her distance so as to not draw attention to Bail's Alliance sympathies, but she has watched the girl grow and step into the political arena like she was born to it, with a strength in the Force that but for the Emperor's betrayal would have had her taken from the Organas long ago. "LEIA!"

Leia lifts her head but she does not step away from the blond boy beside her. She raises her arms to meet Ahsoka's frantic embrace and her forehead falls against Ahsoka's shoulder. It is at least one moment, Ahsoka thinks, with her face tucked away, that she does not have to wear the visage of Queen of a dead planet. "When we heard about Alderaan, I thought -" Ahsoka cannot finish the thought. I thought you were gone, like Bail.

But she is here, in Ahsoka's arms, a beacon of warmth in the dark and the cold. In her mind's eye she sees herself and Leia and the boy with them; Ahsoka cannot close him out. He shines in a way that she has not felt since - since she does not know when. He and Leia are twin suns rising over the dust. Ahsoka starts to turn, starts to ask who are you, but Leia pulls away and her voice, "We have no time to grieve. We must hurry. We were followed," brings Ahsoka back into her own orbit. She watches Leia's back as the girl folds into the crowd, giving orders, and she is aware that Leia is little more than a child - but Padme was a Queen at the same age as Ahsoka took to the battlefield as a commander, and Obi-Wan had not quite cut his braid before he had a padawan of his own. In politics and war, childhood is lost, and this is both.

She hurries after Leia, tracking the movement of the crowd and the light in the Force, and the steady bright of the boy bobs alongside her. "You're a Jedi?" he asks.

Leia is swept up onto one of the carts to shuttle her to the command center, and it is already overburdened, she is already surrounded by people, and Ahsoka slows, lets her go. She waves at the one approaching from a distance. "No," she answers, turning to look at the boy, really look at him, for the first time. He has big blue eyes and blond hair that falls past his ears and skin that shows while he is young, so young, he has long weathered the sun. She has met more people than she can count traversing the galaxy back and forth, first as a Jedi and then as a Rebel, but she knows that in her memories she does not know him.

In the Force, though, he is familiar. The Force whispers to her that she has found a long-awaited new old friend.

"But you have lightsabers," he says, and she starts. She is not used to anyone knowing what they are to recognize them, anymore. For as wide as the Jedi ranged in the Clone Wars, they were never more than blurry holoclip myths to most of the galaxy. "Where did you get them, then?"

Something bids her to answer. "I was raised by the Order, but I never completed my training."

She looks at him and knows then that she will not be able to pry him away from her side. "But you have lightsabers - you know about the Force - you could tell me - Ben started to and he gave me my father's lightsaber but -"

"Ben?" she asks. "Your father's - ?" His father. Of course. After the Order was slaughtered, the few survivors scattered, melded into civilian society, gave up the life, gave up the code. Of course there are children of former Jedi now.

But she looks at him, sitting next to her on the shuttle over to the command room, and in his hands now is a lightsaber, silver hilt seeming almost untouched by the twenty years it has been since Ahsoka saw it last. She has seen it before, known that lightsaber as well as her own two that she left on a false grave on Mandalore, and for a moment there is a sensation of crushing aloneness threatening to suffocate her. A moment she feels that she has stepped into a lair of the Dark with that choking love and loss and easily reopened wound of never actually knowing where or how he died.

She reaches for Anakin's lightsaber and the boy starts to move his hand as though to stop her and then seems to think better of it. She places her hand over his and the hilt. His skin is warm and helps to push away the cold; a sun, and she a lost star almost beyond its reach. "Where did you get Anakin's lightsaber?" she asks. It has been a lifetime since she said his name.

There are star systems alight in the boy's eyes. "You knew my father?" he asks.

The Force shines from him in a way that she has not felt since she last stood side-by-side with her former master. "Anakin was your father?" she asks. Anakin didn't survive the purges - she knows it in a way that she does not know how she knows - which means that this boy must have been concieved before the end of the war, which means that Anakin was breaking the code -

Of course he was.

Then who was -

Ahsoka couldn't attend the funeral of Naboo's beloved Senator and former Queen, but she heard the news and mourned until the grief threatened to consume her, threatened to throw her adrift, because to lose Anakin and Obi-Wan and the Jedi Order was too much, but to see the Republic crumble and Padme die at the same time brought on a swallowing tide of darkness. Padme was pregnant when she died. No one knew who the father was.

Oh, Ahsoka thinks, dimly, and she wonders how she never realized. Or maybe she had, in the same way that Obi-Wan must have, Bail must have, Artoo must have, and she almost leaps up to find him and Threepio.

The baby survived.

"You knew Anakin Skywalker? You knew my father?"

"Who gave you his lightsaber?"

"Ben did," the boy says. Ahsoka shakes her head. "Ben Kenobi - Obi-Wan."

The world rocks beneath her, or just the cart as she jars it with the strength and speed with which she turns toward the boy, Anakin's son, Anakin's son. "Obi-Wan survived?" she asks. "He's alive?" She looks back the way they came, from the ship - Obi-Wan would have sensed her even if she was focused on Leia - he would have said something to her before she rushed off. "Where was he? We needed his help!" Did Bail know? Did anyone know? Had he been there when Anakin died - how else would he have gotten his lightsaber? Did he know the identity of the Jedi who turned and betrayed them all? "Did he come with you? Is he here?"

She reaches out with the Force, searching for that presence from long ago. She finds Leia, grief so powerful that it almost takes Ahsoka's breath away contained by even stronger fierce and righteous anger; the boy is next to her with grief and anger and some bright hope all in equal measure - but she cannot find Obi-Wan. A sudden stronger wave of fury crashes into her and on contact transforms into sadness, and she knows, she knows, and she wants to scream with the injustice of it all.

"Vader killed him on the Death Star," the boy says, and in his voice rage comes out as indignant, nothing like the turmoil swirling in the Force around them. "He lived on Tatooine - not far from where I grew up -"

The cart starts to slow and Ahsoka is on her feet, bounding toward the command center and stopping, and the boy cries "Wait!" behind her. She is adrift and alone and since she pressed her padawan beads into Anakin's hand she has not felt so lost and so unsure of where to go. He took Anakin's son to Tatooine. Anakin hated Tatooine, and Obi-Wan took his son back there and watched over him until now. Obi-Wan hid and she is furious that he would retreat as the galaxy was swallowed up by the dark and she understands the hopelessness he must have felt to see the Order and his best friend and brother fall.

"We needed his help," she says. "The Rebellion needed his help - I needed him."

Everyone she knew and loved and fought and worked alonside during the Clone Wars is gone. She felt the screaming and then the silence that only later did she realize was the dying cries of Alderaan, and compared to that, the one moment when she feel quiet in the middle of a conversation because her heart had siezed up and dread settled like a blanket - just a moment! - had not registered as the Force whispering to her of the death of her last old friend. Anakin was gone, Padme was gone - Bail and all of Alderaan are gone, Obi-Wan is gone.

"I have to go discuss battle plans," Ahsoka says, nodding at the command room, "but after - after, you have to tell me what happened to Obi-Wan." The boy nods. "I am Ahsoka Tano," she says. "Your father trained me."

"My name is Luke Skywalker," he says. In his blue eyes, Ahsoka sees Anakin.

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Leia is a figure of barely-restrained emotion and her voice trembles with the effort as she explains how she, her father's droids, and the Death Star plans ended up arriving on a smuggler's ship, everything that happened since the Tantive IV was boarded and she was taken prisoner. She is the only one to look at Ahsoka when she slips into the room and after one blink her eyes turn away, but the vibrations that ripple through the Force steady and slow. Ahsoka weaves her way between the officers to the droids, Threepio positioned behind Artoo, who projects an image of the Death Star. He chirps when Ahsoka approaches. "Hey, buddy," she says, resting a hand on the top of his dome. "I've missed you."

The plans are turned over to the Alliance's technicians and engineers to analyze it for any weakness. There should be one, there has to be one, nothing and no one is invincible. When the officers filter out of the room, Leia's head droops and something falls away from her. "Leia," Ahsoka says, and she has barely placed a hand on the girl's shoulder before she straightens upright, chin high. She must look like her mother but Ahsoka never really knew Breha and Leia instead reminds her of a different Queen. "The Rebellion will still function if you take a moment to grieve," Ahsoka says.

Leia blinks. Her face tightens. "Later," she says quietly. The Force is dark and cold around her. "They let us go so that they could follow us here. We have to make sure that the Empire can't do this ever again."

But she lets Ahsoka hug her again and whisper, "I'm so sorry," words that are not enough and can never be enough. She smooths a few hairs down against the girl's forehead, wonders if it is too much, too out of place, to tell Leia that she is proud of her. "We'll avenge Alderaan, and your parents, and Obi-Wan, and everyone that the Empire has taken from us."

Leia nods, steel in her eyes.

Luke is not waiting for Ahsoka as she expected, and when she returns to the hanger she finds him arguing with the smuggler, a wookie watching them. "That is Han Solo," Threepio says, "the, hm -"

"Smuggler," Ahsoka fills in.

"Yes, yes, that. And the wookie with him is named Chewbacca."

Ahsoka starts. She has heard that name before. "Chewbacca?" she repeats, turning to Threepio.

"Yes, Mistress Tano, I believe so."

All three of them have turned to look at her and Ahsoka ignores Solo to offer her hand to Chewbacca. "Hello, Chewbacca," she says. "I don't know if you remember -"

<< - that business with the Trandoshans on Wasskah?>> The friendly hand that Ahsoka offered in greeting is rebuffed in favor of the wookie enveloping her in his arms and lifting her from the ground. <<Ahsoka! You are well?>>

She stumbles a little when Chewbacca returns her to the ground. "As well as one can be," she says. The Jedi, all dead, and Kashyyyk enslaved by the Empire. Chewbacca knows what she means.

<<How strange to meet again,>> he says.

"The Force moves in mysterious ways," Ahsoka says. Solo snorts and Luke glares at him. "And you're Han Solo," she adds, at last turning to the smuggler. "My name is Ahsoka Tano. I have you - and Chewbacca, of course - to thank in part for Leia's rescue?"

The man has the look of someone who has never been thanked, genuinely thanked, for a good deed in his life - perhaps in part owing to a lack of good deeds actually done. "Uh yeah, sure. That'd - that'd be me. Where'd you learn to speak Wookie?"

"The Jedi were a diverse group," she replies. "I knew wookies then."

Solo shakes his head. "You're another of those crazy wizard types, huh," he says, and she almost asks another before she remembers that he would have met Obi-Wan - and Obi-Wan always seemed to have an easy read on the shady petty criminal type. Obi-Wan would have driven Solo crazy. He eyes her and then glances at Chewbacca. "They really had wookies running around with laser swords in your ancient religion?"

<<Why do you sound surprised?>> Chewbacca asks.

"Well, as long as I've known you, a weapon like that seems a bit too delicate for the wookie style."

"Yes, there were wookies among the Jedi ranks," Ahsoka says. She wonders what happened to Gungi, one of the younglings who rescued her from pirates so long ago. Maybe it was better not to wonder.

"Han," Luke says, spitting the smuggler's name more than saying it, "is leaving with his money."

"Look, kid," Solo says, "if you wanna stick around and die in this fight that's your thing to do, but I'm gonna go get Jabba off my back." He says it with a shrug that is almost apologetic and there is a twinge of regret in his words. No doubt that is Luke's work, his hopeful cheery badgering probably working its charm the same as it did on Ahsoka.

"Then take care," she says, and addressed directly at Chewbacca she adds, "And may the Force be with you." Luke looks at her, indignant, like he expected her to have some magic words; but she has walked away, and watched others walk away, enough to know that there is no force that can make anyone unwilling stay.

<<May the Force be with you,>> Chewbacca calls after her. Luke's righteous anger burns at Solo for a moment longer and then he is at her side.

"You're just going to - he's just going to -"

"I've known a lot of pirates and smugglers," Ahsoka says. "This is how they usually are."

"I just really thought..."

"I know," Ahsoka says softly. "Sometimes people let you down."

She has been both.

There are more X-Wings on base than pilots because of transfers and mission assignments and deaths on non-flying missions and Luke volunteers to fly out on the attack run on the Death Star. The glances exchanged between officers and pilots would be funny were the situation not so dire - a farm boy never off his dusty planet, never flown more than a speeder bike, talking about target practice on womp rats - it's a sign of their desperation, the fact that if they do not win here and now that the Rebellion will be over, that they acquise to Luke's request.

But Ahsoka - well, first of all she has heard stories about womp rats from Anakin and they are no easy game, they are terrors. And Ahsoka knows the stories of what Anakin did the first time he was ever placed in a pilot's seat, and she knows that Anakin Skywalker's son will be no less than his father. They only have everything to gain by letting Luke fly. They only will gain everything. Ahsoka has to believe it. "May the Force be with you," she says to Luke, closing her hand around his shoulder, looking over the lumpy orange pilot's jumpsuit that doesn't fit quite right to him, and to Artoo she says, "Take care of him, all right?"

And she watches him and the rest of them fly out and she makes straight for the command room, sidling her way through generals and officers until she reaches Leia. The girl says nothing, watching the holograms of their ships' positions, and never taking her eyes off of the blinking lights she reaches out and takes Ahsoka's hand. They wait. There is nothing left to do but wait for salvation.

#i...........do not know what to tag this as bc i do not have any just like. standard tags for anything #rodimiss writes #think that was my old pre-AA tag

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starsandthedyad · 5 years

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Just so people know, here’s the new tagging system for characters that I’m using here. If you are looking for gifs just add the word “gifs” after at the end of the tag.

* = brand new tag and will be used in the future

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo - the dark | old tag was face claim

Anakin Skywalker - the chosen one | old tags were face claim and grandfather

Darth Vader - fallen jedi | old tags were face claim and grandfather

Rey - the light

Leia Organa - the rebel of the family* | old tag was mother

Han Solo - the greatest smuggler in the galaxy* | old tag was father

Luke Skywalker - hope is like the sun* | old tag was uncle

Padme Amidala - the spark of the rebellion* | old tag was wife

Obi-Wan Kenobi - only hope* | old tag was master

Ahsoka Tano - former padawan

Qui-Gon Jinn - the last true jedi*

Satine Kryze - the duchess

Count Dooku / Darth Tyranus - the count

Shev Palpatine / Darth Sidious - the emperor

Armitage Hux - the first order general* | old tag was hux

Captain Phasma - captain of the first order*

Finn - the traitor

Poe Dameron - the pilot

Rose Tico - the firs of the resistance* | old tag was the fire

BB-8 - the pilot’s droid*

Artoo - the astromech* | old tag was uncle’s droid

Threepio - the protocol droid* | old tag was uncle’s droid

Yoda - master yoda

Ship specific tags:

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Rey - reylo

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Poe Dameron - solopilot

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Anakin Skywalker - obikin

#ooc #mun #tags #blog tags

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djarin-skywalkers · 5 years

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Resurrection ~ A Star Wars Story (Part 4 of ?)

Title: Resurrection

Rating: General

Word Count: 5,266

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: A father’s sacrifice, a son’s love, a second chance at life. An alternate ending to Return of the Jedi.

Chapter Summary: Anakin is visited by an old friend and makes a break-through.

Notes: I realize this is probably one hell of an overused trope in this fandom but I’m new here and this plot bunny would not leave me alone.

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It had been a very lonely couple of days. Luke had left on a two aimed mission with Leia and Han. Leia in attempt to bring aid to broken nations and Luke to find more force sensitive beings.

Luke's presence had been a daily comfort for the last month and he found he dearly missed him when he was gone.

Not to mention that the loneliness allowed him to wallow in the darkest corners of his mind.

There were still the nurses but they didn’t speak to him and he had no interest in speaking to them either.

He had been been making progress in his physical recovery and once he received new and updated prosthetics, he was able to start walking again. It took a little time to adjust to the differences, and it certainly came with pain and struggles but it was nice to be able to move around again.

After he started walking and was deemed safe, Threepio was no longer forced into standing at his room.

He found he surprisingly missed the droid also. It was his only connection to his time before Vader and as more and more time passed, he strangely found himself reaching for those memories.

The good memories, the few of them that there were. Winning the pod race on Tatooine, building C-3PO, seeing Padmé for the first time, training as a padawan under Obi-Wan, marrying Padmé, training Ahsoka, and the last good memory he could remember, the day Padmé told him she was pregnant.

The darkness had once consumed all those memories, locked them away where he couldn’t find them, could hold onto the one thing that would bring him back to the light.

It was Padmé’s death that sent him hurtling over the edge of darkness, and he still was in anguish at the thought of her, at what he had done, but he had their children, and he could see so much of her in Luke and Leia, and they were his light now.

Leia hadn't returned to see him but Luke continued to assured him it would only be a matter of time.

He wasn’t so sure.

He knew what it felt like to feel betrayed by those you believed to be family. Leia felt betrayed, in her own words and Leia was too much like him to let it go so easily.

As much as he liked finally being able to move around - Force knows if he had to remain trapped in that infernal bed for the rest of his days he surely would go mad - he wasn’t granted that much freedom.

The infirmary was small, housing only a few rooms and his the largest. Thankfully he was the only long term patient and the rooms were mostly empty, save for the quick first aid that needed to be done every once in a while. He had free roam of the wing according to Luke but Luke feared letting him amongst the rest of the people yet. Not for their safety, he assured him, but for his own peace of mind.

He knew he could have easily broken out of the simple locks but he had no need to terrorize the other residents and ruin his progress rebuilding what was left of his life.

Thankfully in the medbay there was also a door that led outdoors, one of the first places Luke had taken him once he could walk and where they spent most of their time together.

He couldn’t tell the difference between being outdoors or indoors, besides the scenery but Luke looked good and healthy in the fresh air, his skin brightened by the sun and so he found he enjoyed his time outdoors.

He spoke, just as he promised, about the Force, about what he had learned as a Jedi and as a Sith, and Luke listened eagerly.

He noticed of course when Luke would lean in, intrigued or recoiled and grew wary whenever he spoke of the dark side.

As he watched Luke practice his new skills, he began to finally feel like a father to him. His heart ached at the thought of the years they had missed and how he wished he could have watched Luke grow into the young man he was but he also felt grateful he had the chance to be with him now.

At every training session one thing was made even more clear to him: Luke was powerful but succeeded where he had failed to control his emotions. Luke did not repress them, he didn't have to and he saw for the first time what the Jedi could have been if not for their strict code and how Luke might actually be able to reform the order. He was eager to learn new information, quick to learn, and talented in applying all he had learned.

When he wasn’t teaching Luke, he listened to Luke's developing plans to reform the Jedi and his progress in doing so. In the last few weeks he was able to make his case to the senate which prompted his departure to find more force sensitive beings.

Even without Luke, he often found himself outdoors simply for the change in scenery and the distraction he so desperately needed. He spent a lot of time gazing up at the sky, wondering where his children were and how they were faring.

One morning, about four days after Luke had left, he awoke in a considerable amount of pain. There was a pounding in his head that would not stop and the phantom pain in his missing limbs, which had not bothered him for sometime, suddenly was agonizing.

He usually tried to ignore it, and was often successful, but without the motivation of Luke he couldn't quite get himself to move that day.

It faded as the day drew on but he still remained indoors, letting himself wallow.

“Anakin.”

The voice of his old master suddenly called to him through the silence and his chest tightened. For a moment nothing but a flash of blind rage passed over him, as it always had when he thought of Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan was dead, struck down by Vader’s lightsaber aboard the Death Star.

It was merely a manifestation of his guilty conscience that tormented him now.

You were my brother, Anakin!

For the first time he was able to clearly hear those words. They had fallen on deaf ears on Mustafar, the Dark Side telling him Obi-Wan was the enemy, that Obi-Wan didn't care.

He almost felt guilty for it but then remembered it was Obi-Wan who had left him there to die, had watched in silence as Anakin Skywalker slowly burned to his supposed death.

Brother. His inner voice scoffed. He betrayed me!

You betrayed him first. Another smaller voice told him. You betrayed all of them. It was Padmé's voice inside his head, she always was his voice of reason, pulling him back to rational thought.

Padmé was gone now and left by himself he seethed in his anger.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice pressed again.

Once again, his anger roared to life and got the better of him and the lights flickered, the loose objects in the room rattled to the floor with the power of the Force. “Leave me alone, Obi-Wan.”

It was madness, speaking to the empty air but he felt a little mad these days.

There was a sudden audible sigh. “Always with the dramatics, Anakin.”

His eyes opened and found the ghostly figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi standing at the edge of his bed, a familiar look of exhausted frustration on his old face.

He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again and there Obi-Wan still stood.

He had heard of force ghosts but had never actually seen one.

Although his former master’s presence was unwanted, he was grateful at least he hadn't gone completely insane.

“What are you doing here?” He asked calmly, though the anger continued to boil inside in the pit of his stomach.

“I've been keeping an eye on you. Your actions on the Death Star, it was very honorable, Anakin. You surprised me.”

He would have groaned if he could. “I don't care for your opinion of me, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan’s lips twitched in a familiar, smug little smirk which only infuriated him further. “Oh I know that isn't true.”

“You know nothing about me.”

Obi-Wan's smile faded. “Perhaps not. I thought I had a long time ago. The Anakin I knew I believed to be lost forever as soon as he pledged his allegiance to the Dark Side.”

“The Anakin you knew is gone.” He confirmed. Perhaps he was becoming Anakin again but certainly not as the young man Obi-Wan had known.

“The Anakin I knew never would have allowed harm to come to his son. I faced Vader aboard the first Death Star. It was Anakin who saved Luke on the second. I am rarely one to admit my wrongs but I believed you beyond saving, lost forever to the dark side. I was wrong.”

“Finally we agree on something.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, a small, half hearted chuckle but it sent a small strange wave of nostalgia through him. Obi-Wan spent a good amount of time scolding him, but there were many times they laughed together too. Many times he would say some offhand remark, do something outrageously dangerous Obi-Wan would try not to laugh, attempting to be the stoic Jedi Master he was meant to be, but there was no hiding the amusement in his eyes.

For the briefest of moments he saw that Obi-Wan again, master….friend….brother.

He pushed that memory, those thoughts to the back of his mind. That time was long lost, Obi-Wan was dead, gone, and he was no longer the young, hopeful padawan.

“We have both come a long way since our time together, Anakin."

He was suddenly acutely aware of how often Obi-Wan was using his name.

Aboard the Death Star, during their brief physical conflict, Obi-Wan had only referred to him by title, refusing to use the name Palpatine had given him, yet also refusing to connect the Sith to the Jedi he’d once known.

“Many actions to regret.”

“You admit you were at fault? I must admit that does surprise me.”

“I admit I was wrong in my understanding of the Force. That those who turned to the dark side were irredeemable. Your actions once you chose that path are inexcusable but you are not beyond saving. It just took a better man than I to bring you back.”

“If you are referring to my son, I must agree he is the better man. The Jedi you could never be.”

Obi-Wan lifted his brow. “I would have thought you wouldn't approve of your son becoming a Jedi.”

“The Jedi that I knew, no, I wouldn't. Luke insists he can rebuild and reform what the order used to be. I don't know if he will succeed but I believe he will try and I support what he is trying to do.”

“He wants so much to be like you, Anakin.” Obi-Wan shook his head wistfully.

“I know.” The image of Luke in his old robes came to mind. Thankfully Luke must have realized that the past should remain in the past and hadn’t worn them again. “His advantage is he has his mother's heart.”

Obi-Wan's face softened in a sad smile. “That he does.”

He suddenly grew inexplicably angry at the look on Obi-Wan’s face. The soft affection for his wife.

He suddenly realized, his heart clenching, that he was finally met with someone who knew the truth surrounding her death.

He found himself unable to speak, choked up with emotion, finally being so close to the truth.

“Obi-Wan.” He said slowly and Obi-Wan turned to look at him, his face carefully blank.

“Padmé….what happened to her? How did she die?”

Obi-Wan's face creased in a deep frown. “You may not like the answer you hear.”

“Tell me now.” The voice modulator did not allow him to shout, or growl, not as loud as he wanted to. He was desperate, clawing for the truth that had been withheld for so long. The truth might have been painful but it was necessary, he could no longer be tortured by the unknown.

Obi-Wan sighed. “Very well.” He cleared his throat and his face darkened. “You remember what you did to her on Mustafar?”

He certainly remembered Padmé coming to him, but he also remembered Obi-Wan and how he showed up shortly after. How Padmé wanted him to come with her and surrender himself to Obi-Wan.

He winced against flashes of harsh memories, feelings of anger, betrayal, and hatred bubbling up inside of him.

He remembered how he had lashed out at her because of Obi-Wan, because he believed she had taken his side.

“Yes.”

Obi-Wan nodded slowly. “She survived, long enough to get her safely to Polis Massa. She was in agony but she successfully gave birth to Luke and Leia. She named them, got to see them and then passed on shortly after. Her last words were of you, after all you had done she believed there was still good in you. A belief I did not share at the time.”

“Did I kill her?” He needed to know. Palpatine had told him so but Palpatine had also never mentioned his children and he knew his word could not be trusted.

Obi-Wan was silent for an agonizingly long minute. “No.”

The word took a moment to process but for a brief moment there was a release of the weight that sat on his heart, the guilt that ate away at him, that was until he saw the look on Obi-Wan’s face.

“Not physically, at least.” Obi-Wan continued and turned a look on him that once would have had him feeling like a scolded young boy. “The force hold you had on her had no medical repercussions to her or the babies, miraculously.” Obi-Wan's tone was sharp and bitter and while he didn't blame him for it, it still irritated him to no end. “Your actions, your turn to the dark side, were what broke her heart and it was all too much for her I suppose. Her death was a tragic loss for Luke and Leia but I think it fortunate she never knew what became of you because I believe it would have destroyed her.”

The weight once again fell heavy on his chest as he thought about what life would have been like for Padmé and the children had she survived. They’d be with her but who knows where they would have ended up. He believed the world he was creating with Palpatine was right, at the time, but Padmé wouldn’t have believed so. Padmé would have been on the rebels side, forced into hiding, or forced into fighting, either option would have been miserable for her and their children. Obi-Wan was right, he saw it in her eyes that day on Mustafar, he had frightened her, broke her heart and Darth Vader had effectively ruined any chance he had with his wife and children.

“Without a mother or father Luke and Leia were separated for their own protection.”

The words were like a lightsaber through the heart and pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts and the anger flared to life inside of him. “They had a father and you had no right to keep them from me.”

Obi-Wan turned to him in exasperation. “I believed you to be dead, Anakin.”

For the briefest of moments his memory faded back to that memory he had repressed for so long. He couldn't think about the pain he felt as his body caught flame, for it had consumed his every thought but even in the blinding pain, he saw Obi-Wan watching him with derision and then he was gone. Obi-Wan had left him to die.

“Even if I hadn't,” Obi-Wan continued, pulling him out of his spiraling dark memories. “I would not allow innocent children to fall into the hands of the Empire. Especially children that were as close as family to me.”

“Family." He echoed darkly, bitterly. “The Jedi don't believe in family.”

Obi-Wan pressed his brow together. “The jedi order discouraged attachment this is true but if you believed I did not consider you or Padmé my family, perhaps I did fail you after all.”

He fell silent, momentarily stunned by his words. He didn't want to believe them. He didn't believe Obi-Wan cared back then, all evidence had pointed to it. However, it seemed, all evidence had pointed to the contrary.

A flicker of pain crossed over Obi-Wan's face and he sighed before he spoke again. “The Organa’s could not have children of their own and Bail was present at their birth so Leia was placed with them. We believed it in their best interest to separate them, protect them from the Empire, so I brought Luke to Tatooine, to the only family he had left. Also childless, your step brother and his wife were happy to take Luke.”

“How much did they know?” He asked quietly. “About what happened?”

“Bail knew what had happened to you, we discussed at length how best to protect the children. Owen was told you had died along with the rest of the Jedi but I believe he suspected the truth. Luke was well cared for, Anakin. They both were.”

“I know that.” He could hear the love in Leia's voice for her parents and Luke spoke fondly of his Aunt and Uncle, however much he disliked living on Tatooine.

Obi-Wan smiled fondly. “I watched and cared for Luke all throughout his childhood. At a distance of course but I was always there. He is a fine boy, Anakin.”

“Is this where you tell me he is everything I could have been?” His tone was bitter and he didn't try to hide it. He was proud, extremely so, but Luke's successes were a constant reminder of his failures.

“If you are asking the question you already know the answer.”

He was grateful at least that Obi-Wan spared the words from coming out of his own mouth.

“When Luke discovered the power of the force he was only nineteen. You were already a Jedi Knight by then. By his age you were already a highly trained and powerful Jedi. Luke is undertrained and clearly powerful. He is everything you were, Anakin, he just chose another path.”

He was not expecting that from his former master. He was always under the impression Obi-Wan couldn't see the power he held, that he was constantly trying to suppress his abilities, but realized now perhaps he was only trying to keep his ego in check.

The conflicting thoughts and emotions were starting to give him a headache so he returned his focus back to Luke.

“You gave him my lightsaber, you were with him on the Death Star and he speaks of you fondly. You say you kept your distance but that clearly isn't the truth.”

“We had only met officially a few days prior to our encounter on the Death Star when Artoo sought me out with a message from Leia asking for my help. Luke was with him…” He scoffed and shook his head. “I had to rescue your son from trouble. What possessed him to follow a droid by himself into the dangerous lands of Tatooine is beyond me. There's no mistaking your boy, Anakin.”

He ignored that comment.

“The plans for the Death Star...Artoo had them?” He knew Leia had them but never knew how she got them, or who she had given them to.

For a moment he felt a small twinge of betrayal. A droid that he had once considered a friend had conspired against him - but Artoo remained safe in the hands of Luke and Leia, the droid remained loyal to them, and in so, loyal to him.

Obi-Wan’s lips twitched up. “Yes. Your children are both far too much like you, Anakin. Luke is reckless, Leia is ruthless but they're also very clever. It seems the universe has its own sense of humor, bringing them together to bring Vader's destruction.”

His children were at the heart of the rebel alliance. Luke, the last of the Jedi, Leia, their princess, leading the Republic just as Padmé had.

They would not surrender to darkness like he had. It would have always ended this way, the bright lights that they are. Palpatine would never have let them live and he never would have let them die at his hands. Never let Padmé’s children suffer her same fate.

He embraced the darkness in his desperate attempts to save Padmé and it destroyed her. Destroyed Anakin. Her children, their children, brought him back to the light, and saved him, as much as he could be saved. His life was saved, his heart turned back towards the light but there things that were broken that could never be mended. Not with any medication or suit, or any amount of love from Luke.

His tense relationship with Leia was proof enough of that. She was too strong willed and he knew he may never receive her forgiveness, not that he deserved it.

He hated the Jedi, but he also hated the Sith, he hated Palpatine, he hated himself for giving in and for what he had done to his family.

“They are much more like Padmé.” He thought of his wife and her kind heart, her forgiveness and compassion, her goodness.

“They are as much you as they are her. Had you been able to raise them…”

Obi-Wan trailed off, leaving the words hanging in the air and the anger flickered back to life inside him.

“We wouldn't have would we? The Jedi would forbid it.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “Yes, they would have, and you probably would have been asked to leave the Order but honestly, Anakin if you believed any of us blind to your relationship with Padmé you must have been dense.”

His chest constricted, startled at this new revelation. “You couldn't have known.”

“We all knew, we just chose to turn a blind eye. You were not as subtle as you believe.”

It wasn't easy, trying to hide their relationship but he thought they had been careful.

“When Padmé became pregnant, well...none of us dare ask her who the father was but I certainly had my suspicions. I had no confirmation that the children were yours until Padmé told me but it came as no surprise. How heartless you must have believed us all to be.”

Obi-Wans voice was pitying, condescending and positively infuriating.

“If the Jedi offered me any reassurance that my family would be safe and accepted I wouldn't have felt the need to turn to the Dark Side.”

“All you had to do was ask!” Obi-Wan said in exasperation. “You would have had our protection.”

Lies - the Jedi wouldn’t have cared, he knew it and so did Obi-Wan. His face scrunched up and he shook his head, his eyes sad but genuine. “ At the very least you would have had mine.”

He said it with such conviction and regret, sadness, that he almost believed him.

“It was not as simple as that.”

Still, he remembered Padmé begging him to ask Obi-Wan for helped and he insisting that they didn't need it. If only he had listened...he should have listened...

Obi-Wan's face flickered in frustration. “Nothing ever is with you.”

He felt his own frustration rising. “What could you have done? To save her?”

“I am no doctor but I did everything I could to save her. I even brought her to you because she believed she could save you! Forces sake, Anakin, I was not only your master, I was your friend!”

“She was going to die, I knew, I saw it…” The nightmare that never stopped, even after the news of the death. Over and over, her cries of pain and anguish, screaming his name, tormenting him.

“You saw the future, Anakin, but you saw the future you yourself created. As I told you there was nothing medically wrong with Padmé at the time of her death, there was nothing that would have killed her if you had just stayed with her.”

“It is my fault.”

Obi-Wan gave a resigned sigh. “Well you certainly didn't help.”

He was more clear minded than he had been in his entire life. He replayed those moments in Mustafar, hearing every word Padmé was telling him, begging him to turn away and how power hungry he had sounded. How power hungry he had been, how angry he had been. That young Sith Lord was the most powerful being in the galaxy and he knew it. He wouldn't listen to Padmé, because she wouldn't listen to him and then Obi-Wan showed up and…

His rage had blinded him, blinded him so red he hardly saw the difference between him and Padmé. He had reached out and…

Tears burned painfully at his eyes.

“I killed her.” It was something he’d known as truth for over twenty years but without the details he always felt something was missing. Now he knew for certain, Padmé was dead and it was his fault.

Obi-Wan was silent for a long time, clearly mulling over his words carefully before he spoke.

“Darth Vader had taken control of you.” He said quietly. “The Anakin I knew never could have hurt her.”

He knew Obi-Wan was trying to reassure him, trying to separate his padawan and friend from the actions of the Sith Lord but he knew the truth. “I am both, Obi-Wan. I chose to become Vader, so a part of Vader was always...me. I am him. I hurt her, I…”

It was a heartbreaking revelation but an important one all the same.

He couldn't say anything for a while and Obi-Wan’s silence spoke for itself. His former master couldn't look at him, instead keeping his eyes down, his brow pressed together.

“I am lost Obi-Wan.” He admitted finally, breaking past his own barriers of rage and resentment and reaching out to the only man who had truly cared for him.

Obi-Wan looked up, his lips pressed together firmly. He sighed and turned to face him. “They called you Chosen One,” Obi-Wan said as if he needed a reminder, “ the one who was meant to bring balance to the Force. The Jedi’s mistake was to believe you belonged only to the light side of the force. Palpatine’s was to believe you belonged only y to the dark. You were never meant to bring balance, anakin, you are the balance. You've known both light and dark, have become a master of both. It is up to you now to decide where to go from here, how to apply all you have learned from both sides. My life is done and I failed you as your Master, and as your friend, and I'm sorry that I could, and would, not see your suffering. but you have been given a second chance. Don't waste it, Anakin. I know you can still be great.”

“How?” He had lost everything and felt stuck in a pit of despair. “Obi-Wan...how do I go on with all in have done?”

He once pledged himself to be Darth Sidious’ student but had always believed himself to be better, more powerful than him. More often than not he felt the same about Obi-Wan.

For the first time since he was a young boy, just starting training under Obi-Wan he felt himself craving his Master’s teaching. He had hit the lowest point in his life and he knew he needed something to change. Obi-Wan was still a representation of the Jedi and there were certain points they'd never agree on but he was the only family he had ever known, besides his mother and Padmé.

Obi-Wan was right, damn him, he did care. He didnt.show it and therefore it didn’t do a lick of good for him in his entire life but he hoped it would do now.

“You apologize, you learn from your past mistakes and then you move forward. Your children are willing to forgive you. Luke certainly has and Leia, she is stubborn but she's hurt and in time she will come around. Most important of all you must make peace with yourself.”

Of all Obi-Wan had mentioned, that seemed the most impossible of all. The guilt and self hatred ran deep and it would take a lot to make him feel otherwise. He didn't think he had ever been at peace with himself.

There were those rare moments of peace when he was alone with Padmé and all that mattered was the way she felt in his arms.

Even then, she was only a mere distraction from his tormenting thoughts and dreams.

“Obi-Wan…”

His former master shook his head. “I am no longer your Master, Anakin, I've said all I can say. This is something you must discover for yourself.”

Help me. He wanted to cry out but he knew Obi-Wan was right, it was something he had to find within himself.

Obi-Wan slowly lifted his arm and outstretched his hand toward him. He couldn't have touched him if he wanted to but he felt a gentle tingle of the Force. He smiled, slow and sad and then dropped his hand and looked over his shoulder. “It is time for me to go, Anakin.” He said quietly. “I just needed to see you again, to speak to you, to know perhaps my brother was not lost after all.”

Obi-Wan's gaze lingered on him for another long moment and for once he could see the love in his eyes.

He was right, a lot had changed for both of them since he left the Jedi. His fall had not only broken himself but also Obi-Wan. Those walls around his heart the Jedi had forced up were gone.

Obi-Wan then slowly turned around and he felt that sting of dread and he knew he was about to lose another person he cared for.

“Obi-Wan.” He called out and his former master froze. “Thank you.”

Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder, the surprise evident on his face.

“I blamed you for many things, some of which were not your fault, but I realize my own faults and everything I've done. You took care of my family when I could not. You watched over Luke and you led him back to me.”

“Padmé believed in you, with her dying breath she said so.” His words were a bittersweet tug at his heart. “I knew if there was anyone who could bring you back it would be her son and I had to try.”

Obi-Wan looked down, his face relaxed in a smile and then turned his head towards him. “Goodbye Anakin. Take care of yourself.”

Then without another word he faded from view. He felt the loss of his presence, the room felt extremely empty and quiet, and he knew he would never see his old friend again.

“Goodbye Obi-Wan.” The feeling was unspoken but he felt it in his heart, a bond between them that went beyond former Master and apprentice, a kinship that could never be severed, not by betrayal or even death.

Brothers.

Obi-Wan had given him forgiveness and acceptance he didn't know he needed, didn't think he wanted but it had given him something he had not felt since he awoke: a sliver of hope.

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Alphabetized Meta Masterlist

Alderaan

The Dark Side of Alderaan

Anakin Skywalker’s Character

Anakin, Anger and the Philosophy of the Dark Side

Anakin: Extrovert or Introvert?

Anakin’s Intelligence

Anakin Skywalker and C-PTSD

Anakin’s Pendulum of Self-Worth

Anakin’s Training: Implications of a High Midichlorian Count

Further Musings

Anakin’s Relationships With Food

Analysis of Anakin’s Mental Health From Novel Path to Truth

Brief Thoughts on Grief and Trauma

The Development of Anakin’s Fear of Loss

How the Jedi Handled Anakin Hoarding Food

How Separation From a Parent can Affect Children

How Vader is Kept Enslaved

Is Anakin Vain?

Jedi Quest Quote: Does Anakin dissociate?

Making Fear of Loss Worse

Mechu-Deru: Anakin’s Relationship With Machines and the Force

A Nurturing Environment? An Analysis of Emotional Abuse Leveled on Anakin

Shmi v. Palpatine: Who Would Win?

Anakin and Padme: The Relationship

Anakin and Padme and Family and Parenthood

Anakin’s First Impressions of Padme

Power Dynamic Between Anakin and Padme

The Princess and the Slave

What do Anakin and Padme have in Common?

When did Padme Come to Coruscant: Why Does it Matter?

When he’s Lonely: A fic/meta Exploring a Different Power Dynamic

Why Marry so Soon? Was it Necessary? Was it Legal?

Anidala Week 2018

Day 1: Favourite Scene: Fated Meeting

Day 2: Historical AU: The Republic Dark Age

Day 4: Favourite Quotes: Everything from That Balcony Scene

Day 5: Favourite Canon Work

Day 6: Favourite Touches

Day 7: Free Form: Anakin and Padme: Soulmates

Bail Organa’s Character

Bail Organa: A Well-Intentioned Man Blinded by Privilege

The Hilarity of Artoo and Threepio Going With Bail Organa

The Hypocrisy of Bail Organa

The Clone Wars Series

Anakin’s Characterization and Stabbing Merrick

The Opera Was not Wonderful

If the Peace Talks Started by Mina and Padme Went Through....

Political Ramifications of Buying More Clones

Three-Way Senate Spy Rant Part I

Three-Way Senate Spy Rant Part II

The Treatment of Obi-Wan

Where are the Handmaidens?

The Force

Balance to the Force

True Balance to the Force (similar to above meta)

The Dangers of Anger in an Echo Chamber

Force Ghosts and Crossing Time

Religion and The Force

The Inheritance Cycle

The Decline of Carvahall and Therinsford

Elven Families and Alliances

What in the Heck Were the Elves Doing?

Jar Jar Binks

Why Jar Jar Bink’s Character Actually Provided A Lot of Depth

How That Depth Might Have Been Lost in Translation

Jedi History, Organisation, and Culture

Addendum to This Weapon is Your Life

Ahsoka’s Legal Status (or the Guardianship of Minors who Leave the Order)

The Development of Jedi Schisms

Duration of Human Jedi Apprenticeship

Emotions, Attachment, and the Jedi Code

Flesh and the Force

How the Way Jedi Raise Children Affects Other Species

The Implications of Jedi Being Celibate but not Chaste

Is the Jedi Recruitment of Children Dubious in Terms of Consent?

Jedi Council’s Treatment of Anakin: Consideration of Jedi Quest Quote

The Jedi’s Issues Were Systemic and Affected Each Generation

The Jedi Order and Institutional Care

The Jedi Order as a Religion

Jedi Snobbery, Discrimination, and Fear of the Dark Side

The Kidnapping of Jedi Younglings

Leaving an Apprenticeship

How Being an Apprentice is Like Indentured Servitude (or even slavery)

Mind-Healing

Nepotism in the Jedi Council

The Origin of the Jedi Recruitment of Young Children

Parental Consent, Disclosure, and Coercion

Pros and Cons of the Jedi Order: Their Intent and Where They Lost Their Way

Questioning the Council

The Service Corps

Slavery, The Senate, and The Jedi

Systemic Issues

This Attachment Foolishness

This Weapon is Your Life

Title for a Jedi Knight

What Happens to Padawans Whose Masters Die?

Why the Jedi Allow Anakin to go With Palpatine

Languages

Huttese: Some Basic Ideas for a Conlang

Leia Organa’s Character

Would Leia Have Made a Good Jedi?

Luke Skywalker’s Character

Luke is Neither Naive nor Foolish

Luke’s Childhood and What he Knew of his Family History I

Luke’s Childhood and What he Knew of his Family History II

Why Luke Skywalker Joined the Rebellion

Merlin

My Complicated Thoughts on Merlin

Miscellaneous

Actually...Luke Could Easily Save his Dad After Electrocution in RotJ

Did the Twins Need to be Separated?

If Luke and Leia Were Raised by Anakin and Padme (funny)

Is This Just Obi-Wan Placing Yoda on a Pedestal?

Threepio is Actually Trustworthy

Vision Quests: Despair vs. Hope

Naboo World Building

A “Brief” Overview of Nabooan Colonisation and the Development of Culture

Implications of the Nabooan Language

The Nabooan Calendar

Nabooan Economics: Why the Trade Federation Blockade Hurt

Nabooan Term Limits

Obi-Wan and Anakin: The Relationship

An Analysis of the Disagreement Between Anakin and Obi-Wan

Did Anakin Love Obi-Wan More Than Obi-Wan Loved Anakin?

Jedi Quest Quote: Handling Anakin’s Self-Esteem

The Team: Built on Weak Foundations

Yoda Quote: Does Anakin Need a Master or a Friend?

Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Character

My Thoughts on Why Obidala Would not Work

Obi-Wan’s Flawed Understanding

So What if Canon!Obi-Wan Went Back in Time?

Obi-Wan’s Insecurity

Obi-Wan’s Snobbery

The Obi-Wan Kenobi Series:

My thoughts extremely briefly:

A list of quibbles and why I stopped watching past Episode 4

The Bizarre Logic of the Inquisitors:

Communication Capabilities in the Outer Rim

The “I Killed Anakin” scene ultimately changes nothing

Issues With the Premise/Execution

Obi-Wan and Anakin Meeting up Again and if it Breaks Canon

Padme’s Character

A Greater Tragedy: Padme Died at her Peak Potential

Commanding Love and Respect

Padme’s Military Skill Set

Padme Representing the Outer Rim

Padme’s Sexual Experience

Padme, Star Wars, and Feminism

Reply to Padme, Star Wars, and Feminism

Padme’s Unnaturally Tidy Hair

PadMay 2017

PadMay 1: Favourite Scene from Phantom Menace

PadMay 2: Favourite the Phantom Menace Quote

PadMay 3: Favourite TPM Costume

Padmay 4: Force Sensitive Padme

PadMay 5: Dark Side Padme

PadMay 6: Favourite Promotional Photo

PadMay 7: Favourite Attack of the Clones Moment

PadMay 8: Favourite Attack of the Clones Quote

PadMay 9: Favourite Attack of the Clones Costume

PadMay 11: Canon Divergence AU

PadMay 13: Favourite the Clone Wars Moment

PadMay 17: Favourite Padme Friendship

PadMay 18: Favourite Handmaiden

PadMay 2018

Day 1: What Was Your First Impression of Padme?

Day 2: How Should Padme be Remembered?

Day 3: What Would you Change About Padme’s Story?

Day 4: Padme’s Relationship With the Force

Day 5: What Would Padme’s “Revenge” Look Like?

Day 6: Red (An Analysis of Padme’s Fashion)

Day 7: Orange (Implications of Having Handmaidens.)

Day 8: Yellow (Her Favourite Colour: A Personal Headcanon)

Day 9: Green (My Favourite Padme Dress)

Day 10: Blue (Anakin’s Eyes)

Day 11: Indigo (A Historical Friendship fic)

Day 12: Violet (The Sunset)

Day 13: Padme and Her Family

Day 14: The Legislative Youth Program

Day 15: The Handmaiden Oath

Day 16: Padme and The Gungans

Day 17: Palpatine and Padme’s Relationship: Senatorial Adviser

Palpatine and Padme: Vengeance

Day 18: Padme and the Jedi

Day 19: Padme and the Skywalker Family

Day 20: Mythology Parallels

Day 21: Tropes

Day 22: Crossover With Another Fandom

Day 23: Role I: A Child

Role II: A Volunteer

Role III: A Student

Role IV: Governor of Theed

Role V: A Queen

Role VI: A Wife (or Would it be Better if Anakin and Padme had Never Met?

Day 24: Padme’s Theme Song

Day 25: Memes I

Memes II

Day 26: Padme as a Role Model

Day 27: Celebration

Day 28: Happy Ending

Day 29: Afterlife

Day 30: Legacy

Day 31: Free Form

Padme and Palpatine’s Relationship

A Senatorial Advisor (PadMay Day 17)

Palpatine and Padme: The Relationship

Palpatine and Padme: Vengeance (PadMay Day 17)

The Prequels

Why Don’t People Make the Connection of Anakin’s Background to Vader?

What did you Think of the Prequels Strike Back?

The Phantom Menace

The Jedi Council was Supposed to be Frustrating

The Timeline of TPM Ending

Attack of the Clones

Attack of the Clones: What if you Consider Travel Time?

Revenge of the Sith

The Symbolism of Anakin’s Robes

The Symbolism in the Yoda vs. Palpatine Fight

Compassion+Conviction=? (or to Disdain Padme is to Disdain Luke)

What Would Have Happened if Anakin Hadn’t Fallen?

The Queen’s Series

More on Why Erasing Darred Makes RoTS Nonsensical

Why Making Sola a Single Mother Ruins Canon

Qui-Gon

Would Qui-Gon Really Have Been a Better Master for Anakin?

Qui-Gon’s (and Obi-Wan’s) Arrogance/Rudeness

Some Interesting Implications

Real-Life Comparison

Food for Thought

How Democracy Falls

The Power of Compassion

SWLadiesWeek

SwLadiesWeek2017 Day 1: Favourite Character

SWLadiesWeek2017 Day 3: Favourite Iconic Moment

Shmi Skywalker’s Character

The Children of Shmi Skywalker

Is Shmi Force-Sensitive?

Shmi Vs. Palpatine: Who Would Win?

The Structure and Nature of the Republic

Cultural Relativism: Most Core-Worlders Just Didn’t Get It.

HoloNet Propaganda: Is it Feasible that Anakin was the Hero With no Fear?

The Legal Reality of Anakin’s Slaughter of the Tuskens

Prejudice Against Non-Humans and Outer Rimmers

Propaganda: Just a Random Thought

The Motivations and Implications of the Military Creation Act

Royal Titles in Star Wars

Tatooine World Building

Clothes and Fashion on Tatooine

Economics of Tatooine

Hairstyles on Tatooine

Hygiene on Tatooine

Tatooine Jewelry

Water Grades on Tatooine

Words for Water

Twilight

The Inheritance of the Shape-Shifter Gene

Yoda’s Character

Analysis of Yoda and Luke’s Conversation in RotJ

Yoda’s Isolation Before the Clone Wars

Yoda’s Journey of Understanding.

#My Meta #Masterlist

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kianraidelcam · 6 years

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Reminiscence

Written by request for @ihavearandom. Adds on to the AU where Padme survives RoTS and throughout the OT. Our heroes gather on the Falcon, where Padme and Ahsoka remember the Clone Wars, with Force Ghost Anakin occasionally adding his two cents.

The Millennium Falcon was rarely host to such effervescent laughter. More often than not, it was a somber environment. It had seen the destruction of Alderaan, the death of one of the last Jedi Masters, and countless battles in which countless lives had been lost. It had also seen the death of an Empire today. As such, the mood was certainly not somber. Anakin Skywalker watches on from beyond, finally seeing what he robbed himself of all those years ago.

Padme Amidala lounged in the booth behind the holochess table next to one of her oldest friends. Ahsoka Tano grinned, looking more like her younger self than she had in years, as Padme’s grown children (and she suspected, her soon to be son-in-law), and the Wookie, Chewbacca, allowed their laughter to die down.

“Poor Rex quickly learned to hate the phrase ‘Up and away’. Retaking Geonosis was a hard fight, but his reaction to being thrown off the wall almost made the whole battle worth it. And that’s not the only, shall we say, prank, we pulled on him,” Anakin smiles as Ahsoka’s eyes glow with the vibrancy of the Living Force at the memory.

The smuggler’s amusement is rather easy to sense in the Force, even as he acts unsurprised by the amusing story. “After sticking around with Luke and hearing about the Jedi’s exploits during the Clone Wars, I’m not too surprised. You and your Force tricks make it hard to want to work with you all.”

Anakin rolls his eyes, or at least feels that he does. He couldn’t say he truly liked this scoundrel, although he admitted he was biased in his reasoning. Yes, and smugglers were so easy to work with as well, he thinks to himself.

Luke takes the comment in stride, “Of course, Han. And you were so easy to work with as well.” Anakin smiles, although perturbed by the comment; since Cloud City, he had been under the impression Han Solo and Luke Skywalker had been close friends since their reported meeting on Tatooine.

Chewbacca’s growl-like laughter echoes throughout the cabin as he expresses his agreement then shrugs his shoulders when the aforementioned rebel shoots him a look. Han holds out his arms, the gesture seeming to say, “Who? Me?” as Leia cuffs his shoulder good naturedly. Padme laughs, the sound still as melodious as Anakin remembered it. “I can name someone who was harder to work with; Hondo Ohnaka. I remember having to help send a ransom of spice and credits to him in exchange for Count Dooku,” she says. If Obi-Wan was there with him, Anakin likely would have laughed. The pirate had caused Obi-Wan in particular multiple headaches.

“Every spacer worth their ship has heard of that Weequay. Apparently, he was a minor player in the Clone Wars, despite being a pirate,” Han interrupts.

“He also helped a rebel on Lothal, Ezra Bridger, if I remember correctly,” Leia recalls fondly as Han tightens his grip on her.

Padme smiles at her daughter, she too remembered the young Jedi with an equal measure of fondness and sadness; she had assisted Leia with delivering a ship to him and the other rebels there years ago. It saddened her greatly to hear of his death on his home world after its liberation. “He is also the only pirate to capture a Sith Lord, a Jedi Master, and a Jedi Knight on the same day. Your father wasn’t particularly about pleased having to make that report to the Council. You quite enjoyed it, though, didn’t you ‘Soka?”

I didn’t stop hearing about it for days, especially after she told Captain Rex, Anakin thinks with a small measure of disgruntled humor.

Ahsoka’s fanged smile answers the question. “Obi-Wan was more forthcoming with the details, but even he held back a bit. From what I understand, barbs were exchanged, Dooku was called old, Anakin was called insolent, and Obi-Wan focused on antagonizing the Count. They had to be rescued by a Gungan named Jar Jar Binks.” We weren’t rescued, Anakin imagines himself crossing his arms in indignant protest, We had the situation under my complete control.

“And they made multiple escape attempts while chained to Dooku,” Padme’s eye are alight with laughter, although she holds it in. Her companions are not quite as reserved as the Nubian native.

We almost made it too, if we didn’t have to drag that old menace with us, the former Sith Lord recalls, If only Obi-Wan would have dropped him.

“Weren’t Kenobi and Va-,” Han stops himself as the laughter dies at the taboo syllable and he coughs before correcting himself, “Weren’t Kenobi and Skywalker, your dad, not you kid, supposed to be the Jedi’s best? How did they let themselves get captured?”

The Togruta’s smile is wide enough to span the galaxy, both Anakin and Padme observe, “From what I understand, they either got drunk, or got drunk and were subsequently drugged by their drinks. Either way, I still can’t believe they allowed themselves to drink in the pirates’ presence.”

Luke nudges Han, as if to insinuate Han would do such a thing and Anakin silently agrees. “I know you were a Senator, mother, but did you ever see him in action?” Luke asks before Han can retaliate.

Padme nods, “Of course, even before we were married. He was my bodyguard right before the start of the Clone Wars, and into the first days of the conflict. You should have seen him on Geonosis the day the war began. We were chained to pillars about to be executed and he used the reek attacking him to break his chains. Then, he tamed the creature with a Jedi mind trick of some sort, killed the nexu going after me, and we, if you believe it, rode it to save Obi-Wan and he jumped on as well. Shortly after Master Windu and his Jedi arrived, and the first battle of the Clone Wars began.”

If Anakin’s face were seen by Padme in that moment, she would have seen the pride and adoration for her reflected in the stars of his eyes. Inside, however, he is torn. The Empire, or what would be left of it in the coming years, would remember that battle differently. It was a lie he had helped to spread at his dark master’s bidding. The battle in Petranaki Arena, per Imperial propaganda against the Jedi, interrupted the lawful execution of Jedi Knights Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Senator Padme Amidala, and was interrupted by Jedi Master Mace Windu and his “criminal gang.”

By the end of her tale, even Chewbacca is leaning forward in both suspense and awe. Han, however, is dubious. “Sounds like a tall tale to me.”

Before Anakin can even think of an unheard witty response, his wife beats him to it. “Ask Artoo if you won’t take my word for it. Threepio’s head somehow got attached to a battle droid after Artoo pushed him onto a factory conveyor belt. I thought I would go insane from his complaining after the fact. I even had to wipe his memory core!”

This time, Anakin joins in the laughter, the sound so pure it reaches his children and his former Padawan. And this time, he is grateful he remains unseen from his family, for if they could see him, he was sure that he could still cry in relief that the war was over.

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pendragonfics · 7 years

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Waving, Not Drowning!

Aqua Profunda: Chapter One | Chapter Two

Paring: Obi Wan Kenobi/Reader

Tags: female reader, godparent reader, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, alternate universe - swimming

Summary: Power couple Padmé and Ani have next to no time around their booming careers. Thus, the Godparent, _______ steps in! This time, instead of ridding the house of sand, and saving the day, she's playing taxi to the twins' swimming lessons. Who knew the instructor was so hot?

Word Count: 1,363

Posting Date: 2016-05-20

Current Date: 2017-05-09

Being a godparent could be hard at times. It meant always being there for the kids at any time - and for the Skywalker family, you were needed quite a bit. Be it Luke tracking sand into his bedroom (also known as the time you deep cleaned so deep Anakin never found out), or Leia, in the many occasions where she needed picking up from school after getting into a fight (Ani and Padmé were both at work). And now. You're heralding the twins into the swim centre, making sure they've got their goggles and towels for their lesson.

"Remember, no running," you remind the kids.

If it weren't for their impressive gene pool, you wouldn't hesitate to say the two kids who were practically your own were trouble themselves.

"The three thirty swimming lesson?" The clerk behind the desk asks politely. You nod, reading her little tag. Ahsoka. "Cute kids." She smiles. "Will your partner be joining to watch soon?"

You laugh. "Ha, partner. No, these aren't mine, and their dad is crazy busy." You have a glance to the twins, and shake your head. You're too swept away by your own work to have a partner, but kids? Preposterous. The twins were enough to godparent as is. "Just me today."

Ahsoka beams, and peels off two dolphin stickers for Luke and Leia. "You're a little early, but I'm sure Mr Kenobi wouldn't mind. He's just finishing up with the squads."

"Thanks Miss Ahsoka!" They chime, and make way to the pool.

By the time you make it to the little pool they twins are learning in, you let out a held in breath you didn't think you had been holding. Five young kids, no more than eight years old, are towelling off, beaming bright smiles. You weren't even sure why you'd been so unsure about the swimming lessons - maybe because it was your first time. It was usually Anakan's job. But of course, he has work.

"Good job, everyone, I'll see you all next week. I think it's high time to start you all on freestyle," a jovial, bearded man grins. He must be Mr Kenobi, but you're not sure. There isn't anyone else around. "Remember, don't run!"

Your confusion as to who he is altered Leia. "That's Obi. He's really nice." She beams.

"He taught me how to float!" Luke nudges your knees.

"Ah, Mrs Skywalker?" Mr Kenobi sees you, making way to greet you. "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, the swimming teacher."

A blush breaks out over your face. Well, it wasn't hard, seeing as it was an enclosed heated pool, but still, you felt a heat rise to your cheeks. "Nice - nice to meet you Mr Kenobi, but I'm ________, ________ _________. Godmother of these two, and not the wife of Anakin." You correct quickly.

He nods, thoughtfully. "I thought so. I practically raised Anakin, I would remember if it was your face I gave away at the wedding or not."

You start. "I was their, uh, the maid of honour, actually."

Crouching, Mr Kenobi reaches the height of the twins. "So, you two are a little early. How about you two want to help me clean up the stuff the older kids left out?" He sees their dolphin stickers, and whispers, "You two have these badges? I bet you got them from cleaning!"

Luke frowns. "Miss Ahsoka gave them to us for -,"

"Yes! We're great at cleaning up!" Leia drowns out her brother, roping him into something he didn't much agree to. "Come on, Luke!"

The rest of the lesson goes quite quickly. You don't resort to reading your book, and instead, watch as the kids try their best in the paddle pool, learning how to swim. While Luke is good at the kick boards, Leia is a fast learner. Other kids, two little boys, named Han and Lando are doing their best too, and from what you can see, so is Mr Kenobi.

Why do I keep staring at him? You berate yourself. He's attractive, you can give him that; him and his bright smile and his swim shirt that clings to his shoulders and that beard.

It wasn't until many weeks later, near the end of the season. Anakin and Padme still not able to take the position of 'swimming lesson taxi driver' back, and without regret, you keep it up. Maybe it's being able to see Obi Wan's face as he teaches, so kind and gentle with these kids, or the fact that it seems like you're the parent to the twins.

Maybe it was then when you finally realise that you're head over heels, knees over nose, eyes over toes, dead on in love with him.

"So, kids, you're all done! Next swimming season you'll be graduating up to the next level to my good friend Qui Gon, and after him, Mr Windu."

"Thank you Mr Obi Wan Kenobi!" The kids chorus, and paddle out to him in the pool to give his middle a squeeze with their five year old arms.

You stand, and adjust your bag strap. Leia and Luke notice, and take the signal as it was, leaving the pool.

"Time to go home to Mummy and Daddy?" Luke asks you. "I can't wait to tell Artoo that we finished the swimming lessons!"

A sigh could be heard through Leia's towel. "He's a dog, Luke, he doesn't care."

"Does to!"

"Guys, how about we not go home right away," you preface, physically separating the twins from each other, "and maybe dry off, get changed ... and not tell Mummy and Daddy about an ice pole before we go?"

Their faces light up, rushing to the bathroom with their clothes to get changed as fast as they possibly could.

"So, _________," you hear a voice call your name. Turning, you see it's none other than Obi Wan. He's towelled down, but his impeccably parted hair is wild from hand drying, mouth wide with an amicable grin. "Now, since I'm not teaching the kids -,"

"I'd like a lemonade flavoured one!" Cried Luke.

"Me too!" Leia chimed.

The kids noticed Obi Wan, and beamed. "Hello Obi! Thank you for teaching us." Luke and Leia chimed.

You watch as he crouches to their level, "What was your favourite thing about learning how to swim?"

"I liked the kick boards," Leia confesses.

Luke poses. "I liked doing starfish!"

You laugh. "That's right," you tell Obi Wan. "They're a couple of little troopers, here. I was just going to get their ice blocks and then skedaddle before their Dad calls a search warrant."

Obi Wan straightens his back. "I'll pay for ice blocks, Mrs _________."

You feel a blush coming on, leading the kids to the kiosk with Ahsoka. "It's actually Miss, Mr Kenobi."

"That's a surprise, I would have thought that you'd have a charming partner, __________. Maybe a dog and a beach house." He hands the money to Ahsoka after the twins picked out their ice lolly.

You shake your head. "No, I have a little apartment to myself, and my parrot, Threepio. Downtown."

Obi's eyebrow quirks up. "I live downtown, too."

"Maybe you two should get married," Leia pipes up. "I would, if I lived near a nice man like Obi."

You ruffle the hair of the five year old. "Leia," you warn her. You don't want Obi Wan to find out about your silly crush through a child.

"Well, if that's the case, young Skywalker, I suppose I have no choice other than to take the lovely, devoted, funny, beautiful ________ __________ on a date, then do I?"

Luke nods in agreement. "That's right, you have no choice. Do it tonight, she isn't babysitting us. And bring her flowers!"

Obi Wan must notice the heat on your face, because in an instant, he's writing down digits on the kiosk receipt.

"Tonight, six? Text me where you want to go, and I'll meet you there." He beams.

You nod. "I'll see you then!"

Being a godparent could be hard at times. It meant always being there for the kids at any time - and now, you realise, also taking time for yourself.

"Are you going to kiss him?"

>> NEXT CHAPTER

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cometladyicarus-blog · 7 years

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Goodnight, Darth Vader, Don’t Let The Wampas Bite Chapter 7

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The droids he had planted around the junkyard worlds had done their jobs as he followed one’s tracking beacon to a Mid Rim planet. He tapped into its listening systems as he tracked it down on the planet.

“She’s supposed to be arriving any second now.”

“Will she really be here, or another decoy?”

“She said to use the safeword. Now hush!”

There was a noise like a door opening and closing. “Snips.”

No.

“Skyguy. It’s you, for real?”

“I’m here, for real.”

She sounded so similar to when the Council stripped her of her title. When he failed her. He probed into the Force until he found the frayed thread to follow. His speeder would draw attention in the area he was heading for, however. He would have to wai-

Beep.

“Threepio.” He answered his holocom.

The droid lifted his arms in delight. “Thank the Maker, Master! The children are getting out of control! Captain Rex stopped by to deliver a report you told him to deliver personally, and the twins have detained him for far longer than is acceptable! He is telling them gruesome stories that are not suitable for children of their age, and I-”

“Good, tell Rex to stay. I am bringing someone for a long visit.”

“Oh! How many parties will be here then?”

He had to quickly count. “Five organics total, two droids total.”

“May I ask who is to be coming?”

“Tell Rex that Commander Snips will be coming with me. He’s been re-stationed to the residence because of that.”

“Very good, then, Master. But I must insist that you speak with him about those stories about the War he keeps telling.”

He hung up on the droid. He had another part of his past to pick up before she also caused him trouble. He drove into the outpost town and parked in the middle of the town.

“Uh, why the code word Snips and Skyguy, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“They … sounded good.”

“Boss!”

“He’s here then.” She sounded annoyed and tired. As if she’d been on the run for years, without knowing he had her name removed from the Order 66 list.

He stepped out of the vehicle and stood by the door, facing where the Force told him she was with his arms crossed.

She exited the junkshop. She had grown up from being a mere snip of a kid. She wore armored plates on her upper arms and over her boots. Her clothes were designed solely for combat and flexibility. She still carried her lightsabers on her hips, like in the War. She had been wearing a cloak, apparently from the fabric on the ground behind her.

“You! You killed my Master.” She charged at him.

No, not exactly. He sidestepped her. She vaulted over the speeder and turned to face him. He could feel her rage, feel how close she was to falling. He sidestepped her next attempt to run him over.

She spun around him again and used the Force to arm herself with the lightsabers he remembered her wielding. “Fight me, you coward! Or do you not like the idea of using a bunch of clone troopers to distract me while you land the killing blow?”

He had to take several steps around to avoid her strikes, and worse, he had to use the Force to help him move quickly enough. Silently cursing Kenobi to a life in a sandpit for the nth time since Mustafar, he spoke. “Commander Ahsoka Tano of the Grand Army of the Republic. Padawan to General Anakin Skywalker until the Jedi falsely accused you of treason to cover up their own traitors’ actions. You have failed to pay attention, General Skywalker saved the Emperor and revealed the Jedi’s treasonous plans.”

“Lies!”

Sidestep again. He was going to have to do something eventually, she had mobility and youth to use against him, and he was weakened by his unwillingness to harm her and the faltering focus he needed to maintain swift movement. “It was the Jedi who turned on your former Master.”

“Lies!”

He moved his speeder to bat her aside with a heavy heart. She screeched at him as he approached and saw her broken leg. With the Force, he picked her up and set her into the passenger’s side.

“Nothing to see here, you will move along.” He spoke to the crowd and took his own seat.

“I hate you.”

Useful for turning her to the Dark Side. The Sith may have only a Rule of Two, but their ways weren’t quite right. Not if he wanted to keep both of his children and see them both grow up. “Hate is not the way of a Jedi.”

She snorted. “I’m not a Jedi.”

He sent out a command to the local garrison to sweep the outpost town of other would-be rebels. He could turn her, finish her training, convince her to his plan to have the rebels overtake the Emperor….

“You’re a monster.” Small hurdle.

“Yes I am.”

She stopped talking then until he drove the speeder into the starship hanger.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To see Skywalkers and Rex.”

She turned to face him. “What? You said my master was dead.”

“I said the Jedi turned on your master. I did not say he was dead.” Technically.

A silence as he commanded the shuttle to open up for his speeder to drive up enough that she could hobble her way in. Her glare was amusing.

“The shuttle has been modified from the standard Imperial models. It is not so easily sabotaged as you expect it to be.”

“It’s not designed for lightsabers-” He forgot about those until he used the Force to take them. “You will board willingly or I will drag you by the Force.”

“Coward.”

He’d forgotten how spirited she was, even as she did hobble onto the shuttle as he told her to. With that spiritedness in mind he used the Force to retract the ramp and close off the walkway before she could escape.

It wasn’t a lie to say his shuttle was more unique. It was designed to keep twin Force users from interfering with the vital operations of the craft. And he was, for once, glad he developed the habit of sealing off the cockpit before leaving considering there was the secondary entrance/exit in the cockpit.

His former Padawan was annoyed and in pain, when he locked in the flightpath for the shuttle and unsealed the cockpit. He stood and reached for an upper compartment for the medical kit that wasn’t filled with bandages.

“Let me see your leg.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your leg is broken. It needs a splint. Rex would be annoyed with me if you arrived with an untreated broken leg. The Skywalkers would be as well.”

“Wait, Skywalkers, as in, more than one Skywalker?”

“Yes.”

Ahsoka sighed and let him bind up her leg with the splint. “Have any stims? I’m starting to crash and the leg hurts like hell.”

“No stims. Take three of these, however.” He handed her a small bottle of children’s painkillers.

“These are for kids.”

“I said take three. Not one.”

She glared at him and did so.

“Where are you taking me?”

He stuck with his answer. “To the Skywalkers and Rex.”

“Where are they?”

“At the residence.”

She reached behind her and threw a toy at him. One of Leia’s, if he recalled correctly.

She called it back with the Force and gave him a look. “Is this a toy I just threw? Do you drag children onto your ship and take them to places?”

“Yes.” He looked at it before picking it up with the Force. “It’s Leia’s stuffed nerf for the farmer set Organa gave her.”

“Master! Thank the Maker you’ve returned- oh! Commander Tano! I wasn’t expecting you when Lord Vader called to say I should prepare for company! Captain Rex! Did you see who Lord Vader brought?”

“Woah! She’s Dad’s former student?” Luke tried to push 3PO out of the way as Ahsoka hobbled with her crutches inside the residence.

Captain Rex had aged from the Wars as well, but his surprise at seeing her again was genuine. “Uh, my lord? Does she know anything of important value?”

“Not yet, she will be staying here, however. You’re to be her guard until I can clear up this latest mess.”

“Right, sir. The kids wanted a story before bed last night when I got here.”

“I’m not surprised.”

Ahsoka was dragged around the residence by the golden protocol droid as he shouted for R2-D2 to finish his maintenance to see the guest.

“So, you and Dad go back, like, way back to the War and stuff like Dad and Uncle Rex do?”

Ahsoka stopped her eating to look at the blonde child.

“Luke! Aunt Ahsoka’s eating, and it’s rude to talk with your mouth full.”

“I don’t remember learning that lesson on Kamino.”

He did not eat with the quartet, but he sat with them and listened.

“You two are the Skywalkers Vader kept referring to?”

Leia shoved her brother before he opened his mouth he had just stuffed with food. “Yeah. I’m Leia Skywalker. He’s Luke Skywalker.”

“Where’s Anakin Skywalker?”

Luke had swallowed his food. “Dad’s-”

“Deceased, Commander. The General died protecting the Empire from the Jedi traitors.”

“You lied, Sith.”

“That is the official story, Snips. You’re still young and impulsive.” She froze.

“Oh, didn’t realize the plan was to tell her the truth. Explains why I’m here on a UFN stationing. Sorry, commander.” She was still frozen, and Rex waved his hand over her eyes to no response.

“Tch. I was going to says Dad is right here. Dad wouldn’t have let Aunt Ahsoka come over if she couldn’t be trusted, duh.”

“Except the Moffs.” Leia, always making sure she had the winning last word.

“Yeah. Moffs can’t be trusted. But Dad doesn’t have Moffs over for dinner.” Luke grinned. “Remember when Dad almost skewered Moff Tarkin for showing up last year?”

Vader turned to face his son. “You were up past your bedtime that time. What were you and Leia doing to be up so late?” He didn’t actually use the Force to look into his son’s mind, just looked at him.

“Leia said she heard somebody so I went out to see, I think.”

He waved off the excuse. “What story did Rex tell you about last night?”

“He told about how he and Uncle Cody caught the traitor on Crystophsis while you and General Kenobi were fighting Ventress.”

“Not long after that battle, was when your Aunt became my student. Ahsoka, Rex, I have some reports I need to finish, if you would help Threepio and Artoo with the twins for a few minutes, please?”

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djarin-skywalkers · 5 years

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Resurrection ~ A Star Wars Story (Part 6 of 7)

Rating: General

Word Count: 4,300

Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Leia Organa

Summary: A father’s sacrifice, a son’s love, a second chance at life. An alternate ending to Return of the Jedi.

Chapter Summary: Ahsoka and Leia have a chat and Leia learns a little more about her father.

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Part 1

Leia watched with a pensive frown as the Togruta walked around the base.

As soon as they had landed, she and Luke had disappeared together with the droids in tow.

All but Threepio had one thing in common: some kind of memory of Anakin Skywalker.

She was too tired to care much as they walked off without her but she had a long time to reflect in the refresher. She hated it but she felt inexplicably angry that they all seemed to share something she could not.

This woman was a stranger, yet as soon as Luke discovered her prior connection to their father he hadn't left her side. The entire trip back to Endor was the two of them sharing stories, mostly Luke asking questions, because as much time as he'd been spending with their father he was still so much of a mystery to them.

Thank the stars for Han who provided her with a distraction. She listened for a while as Ahsoka spoke but still struggled with connecting anything she said to the man she knew as Vader and at the very least Han shared her distrust of the man.

Once they arrived she knew precisely where they were going and it wasn't as if she wanted to go with them. As they wandered off without her though, it was just another reminder of the damage he had done to their lives.

After she washed and rested, she stepped out for a walk and spotted Luke and Ahsoka together again. They walked slowly, side by side as they talked. Their faces were more relaxed but solemn. Then Luke finally walked off and Ahsoka was left by herself.

She stared out the windows, hands behind her back, still and silent for a long time. Then finally she walked over to a bench and lowered herself down, her shoulders slumped as she buried her head in her hands.

Leia debated leaving her be but her curiosity got the better of her. She knew they had no doubt had a conversation with her father and she had disappeared down there for hours and then emerged clearly in distress.

Ahsoka’s shoulders tensed as she approached and she slowly lifted herself up and turned around.

Her eyes were wet and cheeks tear stained but her face had pulled tight and even to hide her emotions.

“Leia.” She smiled weakly and greeted her as if she were an old friend, or family.

Leia wondered if things had gone a different way, they might have been. As it were, she was just a stranger and the informal greeting left her a little unsettled.

Ahsoka wiped her cheeks. “Can I do something for you?”

Leia stopped in front of her. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I know you were going to speak with…” she trailed off and grew frustrated with herself. Why was it so difficult to name him?

“Anakin.”

Leia's eyes narrowed slightly, her stomach twisting as the name easily left Ahsoka's lips. It was difficult for her because where she had her doubts about who he really was, Ahsoka, like Luke seemed to be more than certain.

“Yes.” She cleared her throat and nodded. “I'm sorry, I don't mean to disturb you. I saw you were upset and I just wanted to make sure he hadn't hurt you.”

Ahsoka’s face tightened and she straightened up to her full height. “He wouldn't hurt me.”

Leia frowned skeptically. She had countless memories of all those Vader had killed or injured. Yet again, like Luke, Ahsoka seemed to believe he was no longer a danger.

“I know what you think, Leia and I understand why you do.”

Leia hardened defensively, her eyes narrowing. “You don't know anything about me.”

“And you know nothing about me,” Ahsoka responded quickly, “or my relationship with your father.”

Leia flinched at the still unfamiliar term for the man.

“Anakin wouldn't hurt me.” Ahsoka repeated confidently.

“And how do you know that?” Her question was asked out of curiosity but she couldn't help the sharp bite in her voice. “How do you know who he is right now?”

Ashoka smiled sadly. “I know my master.” She explained quietly.

Leia didn’t know Ahsoka well and hadn’t spent too much time with her but one thing she did know was that it seemed she was well liked and well respected by those around her. She found it hard to believe that a woman like Ahsoka could have ever been trained by someone like him.

“I fought beside Anakin for years. And,” she quickly added, as if she could sense where her thoughts were going, “I also fought against Vader. I've seen what it was like when he was lost to the dark side and that man down there...” she glanced off distantly, her smile fading into a deep, sad frown. She sighed and then slowly looked back at her. “He is lost but not to the darkness, not anymore. He's changed from the man I knew, of course he has, and I’ve changed as well but I can see my friend again and talking to him…” the corners around her eyes crinkled with pain. “To know all he's suffered…”

“All he's suffered?” Leia cut her off sharply. The heat rose to her cheeks as her anger flared to life and she took a quick step closer to her. “Do you know what he's done?”

Ahsoka stared her down seriously, unflinching. “Of course I know what he's done.”

“Yet you sympathize with him?” she scoffed.

“I am not sympathetic to the man he became. If it was Darth Vader who sat down there he would not have my sympathy or compassion.” Ahsoka’s voice was firm and Leia knew she spoke the truth which really spoke to the fact she did believe he was no longer Vader.

“In fact...I had the chance to take down Vader once before and I would have killed him.” She visibly flinched at this admission and Leia felt an odd stirring in her chest.

The loudest part of her said she would have liked to see the end of Vader but there was a small, new part of her - Luke’s voice - that told her that perhaps he was a man worth saving.

“Why didn't you?”

Ahsoka took a deep breath in, then out and her eyes drifted upwards eyes as her mind drifted to a memory. “Our last encounter was in a crumbling temple, we were separated by the rubble before either he or I could kill the other.”

Leia shoved that small voice back down as her hostility grew. “He was going to kill you.”

Ahsoka looked back to her, her eyes calm on the surface but so much emotion lay beyond. “Darth Vader was, yes.”

Leia sighed heavily. “I fail to see the distinction!”

“You never knew him as anything other than Vader but I knew Anakin and I…” she paused and a few emotions flickered over her face, until it once again finally settled on sad and serious.

“No, Leia, I do not sympathize with Darth Vader and I never could but how Anakin became him…” She closed her eyes tightly for a moment and then let out a hard sigh, her shoulders visibly slumping. “I can't say I understand or justify anything he's done but I also knew him before all of that and he was... amazing.”

Ahsoka’s head lifted, her face softened and her eyes lit up with awe and Leia felt her chest tighten. She had never seen someone talk about him in that way before, not even Luke. It was her first real glimpse at Anakin Skywalker from someone who had actually known him. He had always just been a story but for the first time she could see he had been a real person and a friend to the woman who stood before her.

“He was a rule breaker,” Her lips turned up at the corners and she let out a small laugh, “but he was a good man.” Her face sobered again and she looked at Leia seriously. “I know that might be hard for you to believe but he was. The best man I had ever known and to think what must have happened to turn that man I knew into…” her voice broke and she let out a shuddering breath. “It's unfathomable.” She whispered, the despair evident in her voice and Leia's heart went out to her. Anakin was clearly someone who was very important to her and he had betrayed her as well.

“And I wasn't there for him.” She slowly lowered herself down, closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself. “He needed someone and I left.”

Leia’s face softened in a frown, her anger releasing and she walked over and sat down beside her.

She sat in silence beside her for a long minute but as Ahsoka began to tremble she wrapped her arm around her shoulders. “It is not your fault.”

Ahsoka turned tear filled eyes to her “I could have helped him.”

Leia shook her head, her brow pressed down firmly. “It was his decision…”

“He was corrupted by a number of different circumstances. Yes, it was his decision but if he had someone to stop him before he made that decision….” She trailed off and looked off distantly. Her face twisted in sorrow. “I could have been that someone.”

Her words struck Leia hard. She didn’t know what had happened to turn the so called great Anakin Skywalker into the deadly Darth Vader but to her a decision like that rested solely on him and no one or nothing could have prevented it. At least, she imagined that to be so. If it was true that Luke brought him back after twenty years, maybe there was something that could have been done. She dare not place blame on anyone but him, however, especially not on Ahsoka. Still, it was his son that brought him back to the light, and made her wonder...

“How close were you to him exactly?”

Ahsoka laughed half heartedly and smiled weakly. “You and your brother think alike. He asked me the same question and I will give you the same answer. I am not nor have I ever been in love with him. What I have with Anakin...it's a difficult feeling to explain to someone who is not, or never was a Jedi. He was my master and that bond is almost unbreakable. He was my friend and brother. He was family.”

“The Force connects you.” Leia realized and Ahsoka nodded with a small, tender smile.

“I think I understand that. I share that with Luke, I was connected to him before I even knew he was my brother.”

“Yes, Luke told me you were force sensitive.” Ahsoka smiled at her, almost proudly and Leia once again had that sinking feeling in her chest. The feeling that she had missed out on something great. She wouldn’t have traded her parents or her life with them for anything but the what if’s were a constant, if subtle, tug at her mind and heart.

A brother is what Ahsoka called Anakin. If he hadn’t chosen the wrong path, would they have all been a family? Despite being separated for over twenty years, Ahsoka still deeply cared for Anakin and took to Luke as if they were family, she looked at her like she was a proud Aunt. And what did it all mean for going forward? Would Ahsoka continue to stay around? Leia had the feeling she would judging only by how devoted she was to Anakin.

Ahsoka leaned in closer to her and lifted her shoulders. “You could have that with Anakin too, if you let it.”

Leia scowled. The thought of sharing the same type of connection with Darth Vader as she shared with her brother sent a chill down her spine and caused her stomach to twist uneasily.

“You don't want to.” Ahsoka keenly observed and Leia’s dark eyes looked up at her quietly.

Ahsoka smiled weakly. “That's alright. I suppose I wouldn't want to start a connection with someone whose mind had been clouded by darkness for so long.”

“Can you break the connection you have with him?” Leia asked. She didn't like the thought of connecting with him for the first time, she would hate to be in a position where she couldn't break an already forged connection.

“I can and I have.” Ahsoka nodded. “For over twenty years it was broken though I don't know if that was his doing or mine. For a while I thought Anakin was dead because I couldn't feel him. He closed himself off to me, to anyone. Now that he's back, I reach for him and I can feel him again.” Her eyes closed and she straightened up and a small, almost peaceful smile tugged at her lips.

Leia watched her curiously as she no doubt was connecting with him at that very moment.

Without really thinking about it, Leia prodded out and could feel Luke's presence. It was a skill that Luke was helping her to strengthen. She didn't want to use the Force in the same way her brother did, and the only person she was interested in connecting with in such an intimate way was Luke.

Her breath caught in her chest as she suddenly caught hold of another presence. Unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time, muted but powerful, sad and chilling.

She quickly retreated from the feeling, severing any connection before it started, and a shudder rolled through her.

She had felt him, almost connected with him and she wasn't sure how she felt about it.

Thankfully, Ahsoka hadn't noticed. She was still sitting quietly, peacefully, lost in the power of the Force.

Leia took a few slow, even breaths to calm her racing heart. She continued to watch Ahsoka until she slowly relaxed her formerly straight posture, her eyes fluttering as she released herself from the connection.

“He's asleep now.” Ahsoka said quietly. “That's good.”

Leia didn't respond to that and knew Ahsoka was talking to herself anyway.

“You really think you could have stopped him?” Leia asked her quietly.

Ahsoka opened her eyes and looked to her. A frown reformed her face and she shook off the last of her distraction. “I'm not certain but I definitely would have tried. He told me what happened, the events leading up to it. He was afraid. So terribly afraid and the power the Dark Side offered him relieved those fears. He felt unstoppable when everyone around him was constantly trying to tell him how to live his life. His fear was fueled by his love for your mother and her protection was his top priority.”

Leia scoffed quietly. “He told me the same thing. Her protection.”

Her mind briefly wandered to Han. She loved him and would go through hell to save him but to sacrifice herself in that way, to surrender to darkness? She couldn't imagine going that far, even for Han.

“Anakin is very loyal and fiercely protective of those he loves. I've seen him risk life and limb for Artoo.”

Leia’s brow lifted at that. She couldn't imagine the man who could kill in an instant risking his life for a droid. That was the difference, she imagined, between Anakin and Vader and therein lay the distinction she hadn’t seen.

“For his wife, for his children...” Ahsoka glanced at her pointedly. She frowned, her eyes narrowing - she did not want to be a reason for Darth Vader’s existence. “...he would have done anything, including turning to the Dark Side.” Ahsoka glanced away for a moment and shook her head slowly. “He clearly did not think of the consequences of those actions.”

“No, he didn't.” Leia said sharply and crossed her arms tight to her chest.

Ahsoka slowly looked back to her and then turned her body towards her. “You are right, Leia, I don't know you. I don't know what his actions as Vader has done to you. I am not saying you should forgive him either. If I were in your position I don't know if I would.”

Her brow furrowed. “But you do.”

“I do,” she nodded, “because Anakin is too important to me to let him go when he needs me. When I left the Jedi, I was young and just wanted out. Your father did too but he didn't, maybe couldn't, bring himself to do it until…” she trailed off with another resigned sigh.

Leia’s lips pulled into a thoughtful frown. “Luke said he felt trapped.” She also remembered the words from his own mouth, telling her how his marriage to her mother was forbidden. No, not just their marriage but their love. His love was forbidden and yet he loved anyway.

Why didn't he just leave? She wondered. Why did he have to resort to the darkest of evils and in the name of love?

Ahsoka nodded quietly with a frown. “I knew he had issues with the Jedi, he told me he wanted to leave. The truth is that no one will know what was going on inside his head, I'm not sure even he knows. The Dark Side has a way of clouding one’s judgement.”

Leia slowly lowered her hands back down to her lap and then turned in towards Ahsoka. “Can you tell me what you see in him?” She needed to know from the perspective of someone who was not her brother. “And I don’t mean in the man you once knew but who he is now. After all he’s done, how can you believe there’s still good in him?”

To her surprise, Ahsoka took no time to think and instead only gave her a small smile before she answered. “The answer is because I do see the man I once knew in the man he is now. When I last saw him, as Vader, it was as if his heart and soul was gone.” She swallowed thickly and her shoulders shuddered. “We fought and I looked into his eyes and saw...nothing. Nothing but anger and hatred. That’s when I knew that Anakin was gone.”

Her voice broke, no doubt as her heart had done that day.

“Anakin was all heart. He appeared rough on the outside because that’s what a Jedi should be, free of all personal attachments, but he cared so deeply, almost too much and certainly too much for a Jedi.” She blinked away the moisture that started to form at her eyes. “I wasn’t sure what I would find when Luke told me he was still alive. I was frightened to come here because I didn’t want to have to face Vader again. But when Luke took me to him, I saw Anakin, I saw his heart. Leia,” She startled as Ahsoka gently placed her hand on top of hers, “I see a man who is broken because of his own actions, a man who couldn't see, at the time, what he was doing was wrong but now is truly remorseful for what he's done. I see the man who cares too much, a man who wants to know the children he lost so much time with.”

“It’s his own fault.” Leia hated how small her voice sounded. She wanted to remain angry at him and if all he ever was was Darth Vader she could be but Luke’s belief in him and Ahsoka’s knowledge of the man he once was and the love she still clearly had for him tore at her heart.

“I know that.” She squeezed Leia’s hand gently.

“Yet you and Luke think I should give him a chance.”

Ahsoka pressed her lips together. “No one can force you into feeling something you don't feel. All I know is, he is your father and he loves you.”

Leia shook her head. “He doesn't know me.” She protested weakly.

“He doesn't have to. He’s your father and all the darkness that consumed him for so long doesn’t change that. He's capable of such destruction, yes, but he's also capable of so much love. He let fear and anger and hate rule his life for so long, now he just wants the love he was always denied.”

Leia frowned skeptically. “You loved him.”

“I did.” She agreed with a small smile, “and I still do but as Jedi we couldn't acknowledge it and when I left he had no one.”

“He had my mother, didn’t he?”

Ahsoka smiled soft and sad. “Of course he did, yes. I won’t lie to you, Leia...I knew your mother, and while I suspected something was going on between them I didn’t know they were married and I don’t know what their relationship was like. Nobody knew, I imagine, except them and Padmé …” She flinched and her face flickered in anguish. “Their secrets died with her and lay with him and his viewpoint cannot exactly be trusted. I knew Padmé, she was passionate and strong, like you,” The corners of her eyes picked up with a spark of affection and Leia felt her heart jump. She didn’t know much about her mother and it was the first time anyone had compared her to her. “...and I’m sure she loved him dearly but it just wasn’t enough.” Ahsoka sighed as her face fell. “The Jedi had forced this way of life upon him, forced him to stay quiet, forced him to believe he had to handle his fears on his own. I escaped that life and it allowed my heart to open again but he didn't and that was his downfall.”

Leia sat quiet, allowing the words to settle. Finally she was beginning to see what had went wrong and while ultimately, it was his decision and his decision alone to become a Sith, there were heavy external factors that guided him there.

Her heart pounded and her mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Ahsoka broke through another piece of the wall she was refusing to see over, the wall that kept her at a safe distance from acknowledging the truth of her true parentage. If she allowed herself to connect to him, to feel for him, it meant she was accepting him and all he had done.

Leia shook her head stubbornly. “I can't love someone just because he fathered me or because he wants me to love him.”

“I understand that, perhaps better than most. You see I also never knew my birth parents. I was taken into the Jedi order at a very young age and I first met Anakin at fourteen. If my parents had shown up to claim me, I would have no connection or attachment to them. Anakin, Obi-wan, the Jedi... they were my family and the only one I've ever known. I don’t remember much of my past, especially of the time before the Jedi, but I do remember feeling alone. You weren't alone, not really, were you, Princess?”

The use of her title in that fashion almost would have been mocking and for a moment she felt a stirring of anger within her until it settled at Ahsoka’s kind eyes. “You had a family,” She smiled, “You had parents, great ones. I remember senator Organa and what a great man he was. No one can ever take that away from you, Leia, not even with their deaths.”

Leia's jaw tightened to stifle the quiver she felt stirring up at the thought of her parents. She turned a sharp look to the ground, fighting away the sting of tears at her eyes. She missed them terribly and wished they were still alive so she could ask them what to do.

“You know you look so much like him when you do that.” Ahsoka’s voice was soft and wistful and Leia quickly snapped her head up, her eyes slightly wide.

Ahsoka gave a small, sad smile. “You don't have to forgive him today, or next week or at all. Your relationship with him cannot be compared to your brother’s or my own. You have to decide what is right for you. I am glad you're here, talking to me and asking questions. You're angry, understandably so, but not apathetic. Maybe somewhere deep inside you, you do want to know him but you just can't get there yet.”

Leia tensed and briefly wondered if Ahsoka could get into her mind as well. Despite having just met her, she seemed to know exactly how she felt. Her mind subconsciously reaching out for him spoke more to it than she realized.

She wanted to understand what it was about him that kept Ahsoka and Luke loving him and she wondered if connecting to his feelings would help her to do just that. She was afraid that once she made that connection she wouldn't be able to break it and she didn't know what she'd find in his head.

“He will be there if and when you decide you are ready. He wanted you, Leia, I know that and he would have been a great a father to you. It didn't happen so it almost doesn't matter but he wants you now.”

Ahsoka gripped tight onto both of her hands and leaned in until their eyes locked. Leia almost couldn't breathe from the emotion that shone back at her through Ahsoka's eyes and her own damned emotions clogging her throat.

“Don't give up on Anakin Skywalker because I promise he will never give up on you.”

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