Tag: the clone wars

norcumi:

dharmaavocado:

It’s time for another round of aus I would like to read but not necessarily write because my wip list is a nightmare that never ends: clone wars ds9 au.

And let’s be honest the main reason I want this is because the Jedi are obviously the Trill, and Hondo’s people are exceptionally long lived and he has known several of Kenobi’s previous hosts. He is, as he will loudly tell anyone within shouting distant, Kenobi’s best friend. He’s not exactly wrong.

(Obi-Wan had barely set foot onto the promenade before he was greeted with a booming “Kenobi!”

Hondo bustled out of his bar, grinning, arms held wide open.

“Hello, Hondo,” Obi-Wan said, resigned, as Hondo swept him into an embrace that lifted him off his feet.

“You’ve changed faces again, old friend,” Hondo set, setting Obi-Wan back onto his feet. “You’ve finally become a ginger. I like the beard. Very masculine. Oh, remembers Ilia’s lamentations over xir inability to grow one?”

“I’ve always liked a good beard,” Obi-Wan said.

He had long since given up on guessing how Hondo always knew it was him, even when he was in a new host. He half-suspected Hondo just shouted that greeting at every passing Trill in hopes of eventually getting it right.

“You wound me,” Hondo had said the one time Jrul Kenobi had voiced her theory, hand splayed over his heart. “I am wounded to my very core that you think our deep and abiding friendship means so little I would not recognize you.”

“You once mistook Jinn for me,” Kenobi pointed out dryly, although out of all of Kenobi’s hosts she was the one who found Hondo the most amusing.

Hondo waved one hand dismissively. “Bah. I was drunk and concussed. You cannot possibly blame me for that. And,” Hondo added as he topped up Kenobi’s glass with fine Vulcan whiskey, “you have a very particular way of carrying yourself. You cannot be mistaken for anyone but yourself.”

“Why, Hondo, that was very nearly poetic of you,” Kenobi said, and touched their glasses together.

“Tell me, my friend,” Hondo said, draping an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, “now that you’ve finally grown the beard you’ve always wanted, have you put more thought towards my very lucrative business opportunity?”

“It’s piracy,” Obi-Wan said dryly, “and my answer is still no.”

Hondo shrugged, unbothered as always. “Perhaps your next host will have a better head for business.” He steered Obi-Wan towards his bar. “I hear you’ve got a little worm junior falling you around. You should bring him around sometime. It is a him, yes? There is so much I want to tell him.”

The Trill were not gifted with foresight, but Obi-Wan had a vivid vision of Anakin and Hondo meeting.

“That,” he said with feeling, “will never happen.”)

::CACKLES AND APPLAUDS (and gently nudges in @morgynleri‘s direction in case they hadn’t seen it yet)::

*sits and giggles* Oh, fuck. That. That was so perfectly a blend of the two universes, and damnit, I want to read this. I do not have the spoons to write it, but fuck yes, I would love to read more of this.

norcumi:

punsbulletsandpointythings:

norcumi:

Ok, I give. I’m gonna admit right here and now I have no idea if I’ll be following this up but there’s a few ideas percolating around (thank you, @cuzosu-blog!) so we shall see. In the meantime, based on this plunnie, I present 

Dead Men Tell No Tales (part 1?)

(under the cut. Many thanks to @dogmatix​ for title assistance and plunnie wrangling)

Keep reading

*SOBBING*

I…apparently didn’t reblog this at a reasonable time of day? Sorry bout that, and for the feels? ::shares cookies around:: 

(yes, there’s probably more at some point, but I kind of winging it more than usual)

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Ok, I am now imagining the first time Obi-Wan and the 212th suddenly get called into battle before they’ve had a chance to wash off and the Seppies are like “Wait. We thought they were joking about the dead Jedi General and his Ghost Battalion!” right up until the shots start to hit…

Also, Ahsoka would really like to know who the Master is that keeps showing up and playing along with the joke – he’s always in blue before just about anyone else but he never really says anything, just grins at their antics, and seems to disappear every time she decides to go talk to him. There can’t be that many older human males taller than Skyguy in the Order right?

!!! YES TO BOTH THINGS. Force-Ghosting Oneself becomes a v frequently used Ghost Company battle tactic. Waxer takes to it with gleeful enthusiasm.

and whenever Obi Wan is being Ridiculous during a mission and risking himself unnecessarily, all Cody has to do is pull out some force ghost dust and be like “you know what’s going to happen if you go through with that idea? THIS” and throw a handful of blue dust at Obi’s face

omg all these fake force ghosts with Qui Gon’s very real one, and none of the clones or ahsoka realize :’) the question here is whether Obi Wan knows yet or not. the potential for shenanigans!

My theory is that all the “fake” exorcisms had just enough in them to help make certain places more… permeable to the Force. The process is exacerbated whenever the Force juggernaut that is Anakin Skywalker is around, so Qui-Gon has quite a few options for manifestation these days. He prefers the Temple grounds, but has been known to show up on the Negotiator from time to time, and he very much approves of Commander Cody and his men.  

As far as being recognised, the issue is that it’s not totally there yet, and no one is actively looking for him, so most of the time any Jedi who does notice him assumes the same thing as Ahsoka. The exceptions are people who knew him in life, but given all the other nonsense going on Mace just thinks he’s hallucinating it…

It all comes to a head when in an unrelated conversation turns to whether or not Master Kenobi can be considered short for a Jedi, and his rebuttal that “Yes Anakin but you are an anomaly” leads to Ahsoka finally asking about the strange Jedi and… 

Out come the incense and candles, and this time, with the Jedi involved actually focusing on trying to make it work for real, a pale blue figure begins to emerge.

No one says a word. No one living.

“It is good to see you again Obi-Wan. Please don’t be so hasty to join me.”

Qui-Gon Jinn smiles, and for the first time in decades, it is reciprocated.

i am so!!! there are lots of tears and Heartfelt Conversations and maybe Qui Gon’s presence actually manages to make Obi Wan (a tiny bit) more careful. also I love that literally the second sentence Qui Gon says to Obi Wan is to call him out on his Unnecessary Risks.

plus, now Ghost Company’s force ghost trick gains a lot more credibility when a actual ghost is sometimes breezing through things alongside them

“You don’t want to die, little one. It’s all medics up here and they’re waiting just for you,”  is enough for Obi-Wan’s self-preservation instinct to kick in.

😀 Why do I think that Ghost company makes a make-shift ancestor altar just to commute with Qui-Gon and snitch on Obi-Wan?:D

Makeshift? Hell no. By the time they’re done with it the shrine is an integral part of wherever they’re stationed, able to be quickly packed for transportation and capable of surviving a direct hit from a tank. They may not always be able to see him unless one of the generals of the commander is around, but “General Jinn” is always watching out for them, and it’s polite to thank him and keep him in the loop about General Kenobi’s wellbeing…

The 501st don’t take long to requisition a version of their own. It quite literally doubles their chances of being able to find someone to talk General Skywalker out of whatever ridiculous plan he’s come up with this time.

(Also, Jinn tells the best jokes – the stories about his time as a Padawan are particularly great, if only to see Dooku turn ghastly pale when they interrupt one of his monologues to sing a certain Huttese folk song. )

And it’s nice to see the way their Jedi all seem… Happier. As far as the Clones are concerned, those altars are critical military equipment!

….is it standard procedure for the clones to cover themselves in force ghost blue before these Talks? i feel like it is. Qui Gon lowkey thinks of Ghost Company (and the 501st) as family, so of course he’s always going to be there to listen and do what Must Be Done! plus it amuses him endlessly to watch Obi Wan telling Anakin off for the same things Obi used to do

Covering yourself with pale blue talk is an integral part of the Afternoon Tea With Qui-Gon Rite. They have to buy it in galons.

Qui-Gon, of course, visits Dooku. Some call it infiltration. Other call it sabotage. The less trustfull folk accuse Qui-Gon of betrayal.

Dooku calls it “1001 reasons why retirement via lightsaber is a great option” because nothing gets on his nerves as this semicorporeal library of every possible emarrassing moment of Dooku’s life that happily reminds Dooku, Obi-Wan, Anakin and literally everyone willing to listen.

RETIREMENT VIA LIGHTSABER. Dooku pausing midfight to tell Obi Wan to PLEASE JUST TAKE YOUR MASTER BACK, I HAVENT HAD A MOMENT OF PEACE,,

Well maybe if you stopped the whole war thing and the sith thing and the chopping off grandpadawans’ arms thing, Obi Wan tells him, in no hurry to call his master back

@norcumi *dazed* Wow, didn’t realize I was going to kick off a thing like this…

Innit WILD when folks latch on to a thing? Go you, and yay everyone contributing!

forcearama:

darthluminescent:

darthluminescent:

This is one of the most telling moments for Obi-Wan’s character for two reasons:

1.  It’s something of a running theme that Obi-Wan would leave the Jedi Order if he felt the reason was important enough.
2.  Obi-Wan knew exactly how he felt about Satine and how he would have responded if she’d asked him to leave the Jedi to be with her.

This is not someone who was in denial about his feelings or thought that they didn’t have their place on certain paths in life.  This is someone who held back because he is pretty relentless about maintaining boundaries–he will not push her if she doesn’t feel the same way, he’ll wait for her to be ready before he moves forward.

This is how he approaches Anakin as well–he maintains what he thinks are necessary boundaries, he doesn’t push Anakin before he’s ready (trying to respect Anakin’s boundaries, too), he waits for Anakin to come to him, to be ready to talk about what’s troubling him.  He waits for Satine to say the word, because he wants to respect her boundaries as well, he wants for her to be ready to say them, and I don’t think he realizes just how distant he comes off.

And that’s the thing that kills me about Obi-Wan–he feels things so genuinely and truly, but his words and gestures are so understated that they don’t always come across as clearly as he thinks they do.  With someone other than Anakin, this might have been the healthy thing to do, to wait for them to be ready–it’s just that Anakin interprets it as Obi-Wan not caring, when that’s not the case at all, it’s that Obi-Wan absolutely and truly does care about Anakin that makes him so immovable in respecting what he sees as necessary boundaries for Anakin.

(To be fair to Satine, though, how could she have asked him that?  To leave his entire way of life, his home, his culture, his people?  How could she possibly have asked that of him without him offering it first?)

LET ME CRY ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE OBI-WAN KENOBI’S CHARACTER ALL OVER AGAIN.

OMG! Did you know I love Obi-Wan TOO????

“I wish you would write a fic where” Obi-Wan dies. Just straight up dies, no saving him at the last minute. I love Obi, and I love him living, but sometimes I just want the angst of the Hero on the verge of death, it’s inevitable, he sees it coming, and yes it hurts and he’s afraid but he meets it anyway, and not having all those feels invalidated by them somehow coming back.

punsbulletsandpointythings:

Here you go Nonny! Hope you enjoy the pain! I wrote and posted this on mobile, so apologizes if the format messes up!
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Maul’s laughter echoes throughout the high, vaulted ceiling of the throne room, sharp and acrid, filled with bitter, biting pleasure and vicious victory. It grates on Obi-Wan’s ears as he curls around Satine’s body, grief thundering in his veins

Again, again, again.

The word pounds in his chest, stronger than his heart beat, bashing against his ribs with the intention to shatter.

It happened again.

Again.

Again, he failed. Again he wasn’t fast enough, and again Maul had stolen away a part of his heart, crushing in his tattooed fist.

The irony of this situation does not escape Obi-Wan, as he breathes in pain, and fury, and the faint smell of burnt flesh; Satine, dead in his arms, a saber wound in her stomach. A hand on his cheek and whispered last words steeped in shock and pain.

It was the same.

Maul is no longer laughing. Instead he speaks, his words taunting, meant to hurt and kill. Their meanings are lost on Obi-Wan, and he gives no replies to the Sith as he gently lays Satine on the ground beside him, smoothing an errant lock of blond hair and straightening her clothes. His last act is to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, a farewell, or maybe a promise, and then he turns, and rises to his feet.

The eyes that meet Maul’s are those of a Jedi, free of the acidic gold of the Sith, but they are flat and cold, sheets of blue durasteel and ice, hard as the purest kyber. For a moment, Maul hesitates upon meeting that gaze, for a just a moment; the space of a single breath.

It is enough, and Obi-Wan throws himself into motion, rapid-fire fury pushing him on despite his exhaustion, working better than adrenaline ever could. Maul reacts just in time, and their blades clash with a sound like a scream.

They fight fast, and they fight hard. Distantly, Obi-Wan is reminded of another fight, in another time, so long ago, back when his only concern was winning his spar becoming a Padawan. Back then Qui-Gon had told him he fought with anger.

He fights with anger now, but it is not the same. He is a desperate Initiate no longer; he is a Jedi Master, a skilled duelist and the Master of the Soresu form. And he is angry.

It is not enough.

For some, anger focuses; it crystallizes and sharpens. But Obi-Wan is tired. Has been tired for so long now. Maul feints, and Obi-Wan has a split second in which he realizes his mistake, shining with startling clarity before his eyes.

Maul’s red blade slide between his ribs, and Obi-Wan cries out in pain despite himself. And then the blade is gone, and the Jedi crumples to the floor, struggling for breath and failing.

Above him, Maul is looming, radiating a surprise and satisfaction, thick like honey in the air around them. Obi-Wan looks up at him, feeling cold and heavy, but at the same time…loose and warm. It’s strangely pleasant, honestly, and when Maul meets his eyes, Obi-Wan finds himself smiling through the pain and instinctual, animal panic.

He has been so tired, for so long. He does not fear death; Obi-Wan has not feared death in a long time. He doesn’t want to die, regrets the pain his passing will cause Anakin and Ahsoka, and probably Cody and the rest of his men. He hopes whoever takes over the 212th treats them well, they are good men, and deserve more than they have been given.

~I’m sorry Anakin,~ he thinks, closing his eyes as his vision begins to blur and cloud around the edge. ~I’m sorry for leaving you like this. I’m proud of you, you’ve come so far. I love you, Padawan.~

Across the galaxy, Anakin Skywalker’s knees buckle, and he hit the ground hard, crying out. At his side, Ahsoka freezes, eyes going wide with shock as around them, Rex and the rest of their men burst into a flurry of confused action.

~OBI-WAN!~

Back on Mandalore, the being once known as Darth Maul gloats, secure in his victory. At his feets lie two bodies, pale and still in death; one blond, one copper red. The man is reaching out, almost touching the woman’s hand, frozen in a morbid tableaux.

And in the Force, Obi-Wan Kenobi opens his eyes. Across from him, Satine sits, cross legged and smiling and behind her stands a man, tall and strong as an ancient tree, smiling with aching joy and regret as Obi-Wan meets his gaze with eyes quickly filling with tears.

“Hello, Obi-Wan.”

Fic title: ‘The Thing With Dark Wings and Soft Feathers’

For this. I’m still open for more.

Multi-fandom. Not exactly a crossover.

Warning: Death, and lots of it. Rogue One spoilers, as well.

There are always crows where there is battle. No matter where you go, no matter if you never see a crow any other place or time, they are there at the battle.

Damar sees a black-feathered bird perched on the crates as they charge into the building, determined that one of them will at least survive to get to Weyoun and the Changeling, and bring the Dominion’s rule of Cardassia to an end. No one else pays it any attention, even when it swoops down as he falls. Perching on his shoulder, leaning it’s head down to preen his hair. The feathers of its head are soft against his scales, and he can almost hear the laughter of a woman.

He dies knowing the battle will not go well for the Dominion.

Fives sees the crow sailing silently through the warehouse, and he knows he doesn’t have much time. There have been tales told through the army of brothers who had nearly died seeing crows lighting on those who hadn’t survived. Harbingers of death, but a good death. A death in battle, fighting for the Republic. When the shot hits him, the crow shrieks, a loud and angry call.

He dies to the whisper of rage that says darkness will be no safety.

Boromir knows he will not live through this battle. It is not the crows thick in the trees that tell him this, nor the sight of the archers coming between the rest of the orcs. He was never meant to make the end of this journey, he knows that now. If he can hold the line just a little longer, hold his ground long enough for Frodo to escape beyond the reach of the orcs, for the rest of the Fellowship to continue on, it will be enough. A crow lands on his shoulder as the first arrow hits him, and he laughs, the sound as rough as any crow’s cry.

He dies knowing that death is only the beginning of redemption.

Talyn listens to his captain as Crais breaks his final ties with the life they had lived. Watches on his internal sensors as a pair of birds wheel through his corridors, black feathered and strange. They come into command as Crais finishes his speech, one landing on his captain’s shoulder, the other on one of Talyn’s consoles. The command to starburst is all he needs.

They die as they have lived, as weapons of destruction.

Sirius can see the crow perched on the arch in the center of the room as he comes in. Knows in his bones why he can see something no one else seems to notice, and all he can do is laugh. It comes to sit on his shoulder as he duels his cousin, feathers soft against the side of his neck. Waiting and waiting, and he wonders how exactly he’s to die.

He barely has a moment to register the roaring green before he dies.

Janet glares at the crow dancing around her patient. They are a familiar apparition, never quite real, but ones she has seen before. Death follows their dark wings, and she refuses to lose this patient. Not another one. No. This is her battle, and she has not lost one that she did not regret.

She dies secure in the knowledge there was only one crow and only one death.

Marcus watches the crow on Susan’s bed as he sets up the machine, wondering if he would be swift enough to save her. Wondering if the bird isn’t instead for him, finally. He’s seen them before, again and again, and always taking someone else. It wouldn’t be a terrible thing for this one to be for him instead. To win a battle, even if he loses his life in the victory.

He dies with a soft smile as the crow preens his hair.

Bodhi freezes when he sees the bird land on the grenade, hearing the angry shriek that he cannot believe is from a bird’s throat.

Chirrut can feel the soft feathers of some bird sitting on his shoulder from the first step he takes out into the crossfire, knowing it will be his last walk.

Kaytoo isn’t sure how the bird got into the room, but it seems to dislike storm troopers as much as he does. He likes that.

Baze sees the crow wheeling over a sand dune and diving at whoever hides behind it, giving him an ally as strange as the Force.

Cassian doesn’t care where the crow came from when it binds onto Krennic’s hand, and the shot only hits him in the leg.

Jyn smiles when the black bird flies in Krennic’s face, wings flapping around his head, giving her a moment longer to achieve her goal.

They die knowing they have given hope to a galaxy that has almost forgotten it.


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fandumbandflummery:

im-no-jedi:

FOR YOUR AUDIAL PLEASURE~

Now why does it not surprise me at all that *this* soundbite is floating around?

SINCE @fandumbandflummery HAS RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE I THOUGHT I’D RUIN EVERYONE ELSE’S LIVES.

@jhaernyl, @marloviandevil, @meabhair, @shadow-spires, @punsbulletsandpointythings, @elfda.

*NOPES THE FUCK OUT*

NOPE NOPE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY BRAIN TO HANDLE THANK YOU

YOU’LL LISTEN TO REX’S SEX VOICE AND YOU’LL LIKE IT!

….weirdly, not the clip I was expecting, and yet. Er. @leechbrain? I think this might be your wheelhouse.

from NyxSerpent: #…anyone else have their mental Obi-Wan immediately drop to his knees after hearing that? #because mine did

Oh thank gods it wasn’t just me. ❤

No, I didn’t need any more fic ideas. It’s not like I already have 23 WIPS open…

*Immediately opens new doc and writes 700 words*

::CHEERS AND SHARES COOKIES::