#hecca posts

Hi, I’m very new here but I was really inspired by @mageofcole‘s time travel fix-it au for Jangobi week and this wouldn’t leave my head. They were kind enough to let me share it with all of you so I hope you enjoy? 

Title: lost disaster on the ground

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Obi-wan Kenobi & Jango Fett

Word Count: 3220

Summary: 

Obi-wan Kenobi wakes up decades in the past, two infants in his arms, and it changes the course of this universe. Obi-wan doesn't know why the Force sent him to Galidraan, but he knows he cannot waste the chance to save the True Mandalorians. There's so much he needs to change, but he's on Galidraan now so this is where he'll start.

But what happens after a people are saved, after Luke and Leia are safe, and Obi-wan Kenobi is left to shudder underneath the weight of this new world?

Remember how just yesterday I said I would be too busy to participate in angstpril? Well, I finished some homework early and thought why not. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to post more and write with less hesitation. I’m thinking of attempting to connect all the angstpril prompts in this piece but Who Knows because it’s certainly not me. 

Anyways, given I’ve read every single Melida/Daan AU I can possibly find, I figure I’d try my hand at one myself. Enjoy...? 

Warnings: child soldiers, canon typical situations

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Night fell quickly on Melida/Daan and it stayed even longer. It was useful to the Young but the sunrise was quickly approaching so the Young needed to move even faster. The cover of darkness was one of their few advantages. The Young knew this territory like the back of their hand. They knew every short cut, every pitfall, every escape route. It’s one of the only things that have kept them alive this far.

The knowledge of the territory allowed them to move quickly and tonight they were moving as fast as they could. None of them could afford a slow retreat, not with the Elders so close behind. The entire mission had been a wash as soon as the Daan patrol returned to camp early when the rain started up again. They had hoped to take possibly a few crates worth of supplies with them when they watched a full party leave to check their traps and surveil the land once the rain let up, knowing it would take the Daan at least three hours to do a full check of their territory. But, true to form, the Young’s luck didn’t hold and once the deluge started up again they had to make a hasty retreat.

Obi-wan wasn’t even sure how much they had managed to take before retreating but it certainly wasn’t any more than they could carry on their persons. It wouldn’t be enough, Obi-wan knew, but that would be a later problem. The current problem was getting his team back into the tunnel systems before the Daan caught up.

Obi-wan split his attention between carefully putting one foot in front of the other has he brought of the rear and keeping a hold of the Force to sense where there pursers were at. Luckily the rain was slowing them down but that wouldn’t last for long and even if it did, Obi-wan knew this was a mistake. The Elders would track them back to the tunnels and know exactly where the Young were operating from. Normally they’d lay false trails, make sure to cover their tracks, but that wasn’t an option right now.

But… there was another option.

“Kali!” Obi-wan called out to the Young that was just a few steps ahead of him. He put on an extra burst of speed to catch up to them before reaching into his pockets for the bacta patches he had managed to grab. Putting them into Keli’s hands, Obi-wan could see questions he didn’t have time to answer forming in their mind even as they both picked up speed again. It was hard to talk over the rain, but someone needed to know Obi-wan’s plan.

“I’m circling back to keep them off our trail. Okay?”

They shoved the bacta patches deep into their pockets before looking back at Obi-wan as if to make sure they heard him right. “What?” Keli asked.

“Watch the rear just in case, but I should be able to get their attention. Alright? I’ll be back in the morning.”

“No, don’t be stupid!” Keli half-shouted over the rain but Obi-wan shook his head.

“You have to let me go,” Obi-wan said. “Tell the others I’m sorry.”

Because @amikoroyaiart‘s design for Fox lives rent free in my head and I could not get the image of him in her no-order 66 AU learning to garden and turning his balcony into a safe space where he goes when he cannot sleep and needs to take a moment and re-group. The plants are.... certainly attempts at drawing plant life, that’s for sure 😅

Day 2: Origins 

A sketch of Cody & Rex as baby cadets on the day they first met.

[Part One] [Part Two]

Warnings: imprisonment and beating of a minor, implied past & future torture 

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Obi-wan woke in a cell. It wasn’t all that different from waking in the sewers, except in the sewers he didn’t wake hanging from the ceiling with manacles digging into his wrists. His clothes were still damp from the rain though that didn’t say much about the time. In a space like this, cold and closed off, Obi-wan would be lucky if his clothes ever dried.

Lucky. As if luck had ever favored Obi-wan.

There is no luck, he heard Qui-gon say in the back of his mind, there is the Force.

Everyone needs luck, Cerasi reminded him, and Obi-wan had no enough who to listen to anymore. Taking a deep breath, Obi-wan reached out with his senses to check in with his body. His arms were wrenched up behind his head and the strain at his shoulders ached but it was nothing in compared to the burning sensation where the blaster hit him. His left shoulder burned and Obi-wan knew it was only a matter of time before the burn became infected.

Oh well, nothing he could do about that now.

He took another steadying breath before taking stock of the rest of his body. His chest ached but he didn’t really remember the last time his ribs hadn’t ached. He had defiantly taken more than one kick to his chest last night and could feel it. His legs dangled down just far enough that his feet scrapped the floor but not enough for him to actually support himself. Over all though, nothing hurt that hadn’t been hurting before. It was a good start.

Finally, Obi-wan reached out to the Force and was relieved to find it still there. There was no way the Elders had any Force-binding technology and they clearly needed him conscious enough that drugging him past his limits was out of the question; but still, the relief was palpable.

Even if it was short lived. The door to his cell opened and two Daan walked in. A man and a woman.

“Ah, so the baby Jedi’s awake I see,” the man said. He was broad shouldered and muscular in comparison to his companion’s sleek build. Obi-wan very carefully didn’t say anything but that just caused him to laugh. The woman beside him rolled her eyes.

“There’s no need to be rude, Drax,” she said. “My name is Adraa. What can I call you?”

Obi-wan raised a questioning eyebrow. The smart protocol would be to not say a word, after all. He wondered how long that would amuse them.

“Not feeling too talkative, huh? I don’t blame you.”

Sure you don’t, he thought. Adraa just smiled. It was a soft thing, something he thought someone like a mother would wear if he didn’t know she had spent the last months at war with her own children. You just chained me up down here for fun.

“We do have some questions for you though. Is there any chance you can tell us where your friends are, Jedi? We’re worried about them.”

Obi-wan’s eyebrows climbed even higher. “Sure,” he replied. “You always chase after the people you’re worried about with blasters.”

“So he does talk,” the Daan scoffed. “That means he can answer some questions.”

“And why would I tell you anything?”

“If you tell us, I can get you some fresh food and water. I know it’s probably been a while since you had a decent meal. It’s part of why we’re so worried. There’s not much food out there, kiddo.”

“Right,” Obi-wan couldn’t keep the bite out of his voice, “because you’re all about relief aid. Try again.”

The conversation went around in circles like that for a while. Obi-wan tried not to say much, mostly keeping it to pithy one liners. Based on the way the other one, Drax, was glaring at him he wasn’t any happier with how this conversation was going. It was so obviously a case of good cop-bad cop that all Obi-wan could do was wait for the tables to turn.

Based on the way her lips were thinning with each unanswered question, it wouldn’t be long. With a long sigh, she finally during to Drax.

“I’m going for a walk. Please just think about what I’ve said, kid. We just want to help.”

And with that she was gone and the door slammed behind her. Drax finally stepped forward and his smile was anything but friendly.

“I take it we’re done asking nicely?” Obi-wan said. The bigger man let out a resounding growl. Without even an opening question, Obi-wan took a hard blow to the stomach that had his body swinging back like a punching bag with how he was tethered to a ceiling. Well, if his ribs weren’t cracked before that definitely broke something.

Obi-wan’s breathe hitched as another blow landed and then another.

“You ready to tell me now?” the Daan asked. Obi-wan coughed, attempting to catch his breath before he could answer.

“I mean, you asked so nicely,” Obi-wan finally said, snarling, “but I think I’m good. Thanks.”

His interrogator didn’t take kindly to his response. Instead of another hit though, he reached out and grasped Obi-wan’s injured shoulder. When he dug his fingers into Obi-wan’s throbbing shoulder. His fingernails pried at the burned flesh and Obi-wan had to stifle a scream.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” he said. His voice was almost darkly gleeful as his face broke into a grin. “Asking nicely didn’t work with the other Jedi either. I don’t see why we’re treating this runt any different.”

Obi-wan’s breath caught in the back of his throat. Tahl.

Tahl who had been so injured when they’d rescued her from the Elders that she wasn’t even conscious. Tahl who had been so badly hurt that Qui-gon left him here. He remembered the look on his Master’s face and the unsteady desperation that Qui-gon hadn’t kept out of their bond. That was what he was facing now.

I can’t tell them, Obi-wan reminded himself, I won’t.

[Part One]

It was easy to apply the Force to the muddy path in front of him in order to hide their footprints. Once that was done, Obi-wan braced himself and kept moving. It was harder than he thought it would be to convince himself to make noise. It went against all his instincts; even the Force seemed to be screaming at Obi-wan to stop and go back the way he came.

But Obi-wan wasn’t a Jedi. He didn’t need to listen to the Force, he needed to save his friends. He thought that was what the Force had wanted but… but now he wasn’t so sure and he couldn’t afford to care.

“Did you hear that?” someone shouted as Obi-wan purposefully snapped the fallen branch that laid in his path. Run, Obi-wan’s instincts screamed. Not yet, he replied. He readied himself to sprint as soon he hard the shuffle of tree branches and heavy footfalls that cut through the rain. He just had to wait until they caught sight of him, just enough that they could chase him instead of trying to find the others.

 “Hey, there’s one!”

...and that was Obi-wan’s cue. He ducked around their blaster shot and ran like all the sith-hells were behind him.

Logically, Obi-wan knew the likelihood that he’d be able to return to the Young was slim to none. Yes, he had the Force on his side but there were at least ten Elders behind him and they had the benefit of steady rations and shelter that hadn’t flood with rainwater. They were stronger than him, better rested than him, but certain sacrifices had to be made and just because the odds of success might be against him, but he would make it a good fight.

After all, the longer they were following him it was time they weren’t chasing after the Young.

Obi-wan made a mad dash through the woods. He ignored the way the underbrush tried to catch at his clothes and the way the rain blurred his vision. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was putting one foot in front of the other. The Force rang with a sharp cry of warning and that Obi-wan had before a blaster bolt caught him firmly on the shoulder.

The force of the blast pushed made him falter and the pain brought him to the ground. Obi-wan didn’t know how much time had passed since the chase began. He just had to hope it had been enough. The Daan descended on him and Obi-wan didn’t bother to resist.

As they roughly yanked his hands behind him, Obi-wan let their cruel laughter wash over him and just thanked the Force that he was alone.

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three]

This section fought me. I wanted to post it last night but kept getting stuck so I’m still a day behind, but I think I have enough writing juice I should still be able to finish up day six for posting tonight. Anyways, enjoy this AU which is throughly running away from me. Seriously, I’m not in control anymore. 

TW: Melida/Daan and everything that comes with it, nothing graphic just sad

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Cerasi could not believe Obi-wan had done this. How dare he? How dare he leave? How could he betray them like this? 

Don’t be stupid, Cerasi thought to herself. She knew this wasn’t a betrayal but damn if it didn’t hurt like one. Obi-wan had agreed to come back. Sure there were no guarantees but this time Obi-wan made a choice. And he chose to save us. To protect us.

It was the opposite of a betrayal, honestly, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. That didn’t stop Cerasi’s irrational thoughts and her mounting anger at the boy who tried so hard to save them but refused to save himself. Cerasi still had a pit in her stomach that had formed when Keli’s unit had finally returned. They were mud covered and soaked but no one seemed too injured outside of some scrapes and bruises.  There was nothing to signal the reason for the tears streaking down Keli’s cheeks until they finally spoke.

“Obi…” Keli choked out as Cerasi and Nield corralled them into their “office” area to talk. “The Elders caught us. Or they were following us at least. And they were too close so Obi…” Keli explained, but Cerasi already knew what had happened. They’d always known Obi-wan was more than willing to throw his life away. After all, he was here, but that didn’t make the truth any easier to swallow. 

“He said he'd be back in the morning,” Keli said but they obviously didn’t believe it. Still, Cerasi allowed herself to hold out hope until morning came. She even ventured above their underground hideout to one of their lookout perches and waited… and waited… 

The rain stopped and the sun rose, but Obi-wan didn’t make it back. 

That had been two days ago now and Cerasi couldn’t dwell. It was just her and Nield again. It shouldn’t have been this easy to get used to Obi-wan’s presence in their lives, in their little army, but now that he was gone it was like missing a limb: painful and empty. Still, she couldn’t dwell. There were supplies to organize and the kids to take care of. They had to learn how to fill out their ranks with a now-missing general. 

Cerasi looked up from her datapad of guard rotations and supply numbers when one of the Young knocked on the wall of her “office” area. Upon seeing Amari’s long, dark braids, Cerasi's stomach immediately dropped. He was supposed to be leading a perimeter scan and there was no way Amari and his group should be back yet. 

“Cerasi, we found something. You’ve gotta come see this.”

“What is it?” she asked as she stood up. Cerasi attached her blaster

Cerasi quickly attached her blaster to her belt and followed Amari through the network of tunnels only to realize they were heading to the surface. 

“What is going on?”

“I don’t know, we found another stranger but there was no ship this time. Nield is with them now and he told me to go get you.”

A stranger? Oh stars, Cerasi didn’t have time for this. Why would people not just stay off their planet? Aside from Obi-wan no one who showed up on Melinda/Daan ever did any good. They walked the rest of the way in silence, moving quickly but carefully especially once on the surface. Amari led Cerasi a little ways away to wherever this stranger apparently was. She was just glad they weren’t near their base. They couldn’t afford for their secret to get out, not after what Obi had done to protect it. 

Cerasi didn’t know what she was expecting, but seeing Nield facing off against an elegant Togruta wasn’t one of them. She was tall, much taller than any of the Young, but probably older too. 

“Who are you?” Nield was asking. He was leveling his best glare at the stranger but they didn’t seem affected in the slightest. 

“I could ask the same thing of you, pipsqueak. But first I’d like to know where I am because it’s certainly not where I thought I was.”

Cerasi didn’t see any harm in answering as she stepped into the conversation. “You’re on Melinda/Daan,” Cerasi said. Nield tried not to sigh at her interruption but Cerasi just smirked and set to analyzing this new stranger. “Now where did you come from?”

Cerasi had never met a Togruta before but their physiology was similar enough to humans that Cerasi was pretty comfortable guessing they were probably in their late teens. That immediately put her on alert. They weren’t an adult and they obviously weren’t an Elder but that didn’t stop the sharp edges of suspicious cutting into Cerasi’s subconscious. 

It didn’t help the way the stranger held themself either, battle-weary and just as on edge as the Young. They had a blaster strapped to each of their thighs and the cloak they were wearing left plenty of room to conceal more weapons.

“I… I don’t know,” they finally replied after a moment of thought, “I was on a ship, I know that, but… I don’t remember. Everything is… fuzzy.” 

“Convenient.” Nield’s eyes somehow managed to squint even further in apprehension.

“Not really,” they replied, their montrals twitching violently as their eyes squinted shut in pain. Cerasi took another look at them. They were tired, Cerasi noticed. Underneath their defensive stance and sharp eyes their skin was ashen and pale with dark circles and bandages peaked out from underneath their sleeves. “Especially since whatever supplies I have are on that ship, wherever the hell it is.” 

“What supplies do you have?” Nield asked. The sighed, long and unimpressed. 

“That would require me to remember. Anyways, am I free to go or…?”

Cerasi bit her bottom lip, considering. She thought about her datapad and the dwindling numbers of supplies that had led to the mission which lost Obi-wan. She thought about the cost of trusting a stranger.  “We know the land here and we know what you’ll be up against. We’ll help you find your ship if we can split the supplies.”

|Are you sure?| Nield signed at Cerasi while the stranger thought it over. His hand motions were quick and angry and only highlighted by Nield’s glare. 

|I’m sure,| Cerasi signed back with as reassuring of a smile as she could muster. 

“Sounds fair enough to me,” the stranger finally decided. “What should I call you?”

“I’m Cerasi, she/her pronouns.”

“Nield,” her partner ground out after a moment of awkward silence, “he/him. And yours?”

I did the original sketch for the AU day of @commandercodyweek but didn’t have time to finish it until today! I hope you enjoy some jedi!Cody because I sure had fun drawing him and playing with coloring. I put a lot of time into the shading but I’m still not sure it’s right... oh well! Though now that I’m looking at this I see about five different things I want to change in regards to the armor... 

(Also please don’t ask me what Cody’s hands are doing I Do Not have answers for you, just tears)