#commander skywalker

“The first aid ones?” I questioned

“They’ve saved the lives of many people, probably myself among them, were you thinking of the war when you convinced me?” Obi-Wan asked, looking sad

“Yes.” I answered

“I know that must’ve not really been your childhood, but the way you described it you never got one before either.” Obi-Wan told me “I’m sorry it had to be wasted on slowly manipulating events.”

“Your condolences are accepted.” I replied

“That’s far too fancy and formal for a personal conversation.” Obi-Wan told me, then he added “I should've known when you watched that doctor and never complained -I’m not sure you even remember it- but no 11 year old should’ve had skin that tough.”

“You should’ve known the time we met, what kid shields that well?” I countered

“What other kids are force-deities?”

“You didn’t know that at that point.”

“Your mother told us your father was the force, we didn’t know how normal or strange you’d be. And untrained kids are usually good at shielding, it wouldn’t be outlandish to assume you just had incredible abilities or were being aided by the force itself.”

“I was eight.”

“We didn’t try to push your shields, maybe we would’ve realised something was off if we’d tried to test their limits.”

“Excuses, excuses.” I tsked, Obi-Wan picked a bug off the ground and threw it at me in retaliation, but I caught it in my mouth and started chewing.

“Ugh, I truly don’t understand how you eat those things.” he told me, scrunching up his face

“Not going to try and stop me?” I teased

“I trust you enough to know you know which ones are poisonous.” Obi-Wan said honestly

“I don’t, I just don’t eat anything too brightly coloured and trust my stomach.” I replied, just as honest

“I take it back.” there was a beautiful resigned look on his face

“General Kenobi, Commander Skywalker, me and a few others are gathering to talk about strategy for the upcoming battles, do you want to join us?” Captain Cody asked, walking up to the rocks we were sitting on and standing in front of us

“Any more dreams about what he should do sirs?” Waxer joked, getting a subtly punch from Captain Cody and a laugh out of Boil

“In a second Cody, you go ahead, we’ll meet you there.” Obi-Wan told him

“Yes sir.” Cody acknowledged, snapping off a salute before walking off with Waxer and Boil. I heard the start of their conversation “Novor gar ori uram, an’gyce ti jetii alome-”

Obi-Wan turned to me

“You’ll be sixteen in a few weeks. They’ve been talking about knighting more padawans for the war effort.” Obi-Wan took a deep breath “Do you want me to propose knighting you?”

“You should not be telling me this.” I replied

“I don’t need to tell you how good your skills are, but you’ve progressed as a person, you weren’t kidding about redeeming yourself. You weren’t rude or cruel or even angry even when the younglings stole your arm, you give everyone lots of chances, you only ever use fear tactics against the enemy. You’ve changed to helping everyone then asking questions later.” Obi-Wan lectrued, I ignored how proud it made me feel

“Padwans get Knighted after they’ve passed tests. You’re more skilled than most of the council, so the trial of skill is no question. I’ve watched you pilot but I also know you chose to face what you did, not run so I know you have courage. From what you’ve described of your past life, you’ve already had a horrible, horrible trial of the flesh. The trial of spirit goes along with courage, you chose to face what you did, you don’t hide from it even though you must hide it, and you’re improving yourself from what you saw in that mirror. The trial of insight is confusing for you, as you already know a lot.” Obi-Wan explained

“I think it would be the most difficult.” I agreed

“Either way, I think you should try. So I wanted to ask, make sure it wouldn’t be a barrier to the plans.” Obi-Wan told me

“No it wouldn’t be.” I answered, he smiled

“I imagine you’re far my superior-” Obi-Wan started

“You’d think that, wouldn’t you.” I alluded

“But I am proud of you.” he finished, turning around and walking away, leaving me to deal with that. For just a second, in his white robe, with the red sun, it looked just like him walking away from me burning. I liked this version a lot more.

It still hurt, is it bad I miss him?

Cody: we're clones it doesn't matter who's--

“Something’s not right…I can feel it…” 😭😭

two rebel generals, one an actual princess (of a dead world) with years of strategic planning for the rebellion, the other her pirate captain boyfriend. the pirate is apparently in charge

a wookie, who spends the shuttle ride patting the pirate general on the shoulder, grooming him and, apparently, saying he is a good boy

an x-wing squadron commander, a former moisture farmer on some crap world, who is carrying a FUCKING LIGHTSABER and going around telling everyone that he is a god damn //jedi knight// now

a grizzled old captain who spends a lot of the shuttle ride talking aboiut how great it is to be fighting alongside jedi again, then admits that he fought alongside the farm jedi's dad, then when farm boy reveals that his dad is DARTH VADER now, old dude gets real quiet and doesn't talk for awhile

an astromech droid whose binary language is 78% swearing

a gay protocol droid who somehow is not the actual princesses childhood tutor, but farm boy's jedi dad's childhood project, which, i guess, means he was built by DARTH VADER and has spent the last five years //in rebel hq// translating encrypted spy messages?

As Leia looked him up and down, he hooked on a silvery utility belt from which dangled a blaster, three trifle pouches, and his lightsaber. 

“Good enough?” He fixed his eyes on Leia. They looked so blue and innocent.

“I guess that’s how a Jedi ought to dress,” she said dubiously. I wish you looked older.

Luke glanced anxiously at Han. Han shrugged. Leia laughed. “What does it matter what he thinks?” she asked Luke.

“You look splendid, Master Luke,” put in Threepio. “General Solo, you’re rather  untidy. Don’t you think it would minimize our danger if—”

“Chewie,” said Han. “You want to stay on board?”

Truce at Bakura (Kathy Tyers)

I colored an old drawing of my fave luke starboy