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UTAPAU, THAT WAS WHERE HE’D BEEN SENT. It seems so long ago that Anakin bid farewell to his old master and closest friend, almost like a lifetime has passed between then and now. Now, Anakin’s a fugitive-- the man who assassinated the supreme chancellor -- who had killed four Jedi. 

His hands shake as he takes back the controls, his starfighter coming out of hyperspace above the planet. The holofeed has been analysed, and only moments ago a beacon had been sent out from the Council, reporting that he’d gone rogue, and that his capture was required. Anakin’s blood had run cold-- he knows very well that he might be walking right into his capture now. No doubt Obi-Wan, if he’d managed to finish defeating Grievous, would have gotten the message as well. 

Anakin can only hope that his brother will listen to him as well as his wife had. 

He takes his starfighter down to the surface, gaze taking in the apparent carnage that had happened-- it seems like the battle is over, considering the way the republic troops are fanned out all over the place, it looks like cleanup has begin. Anakin can’t see Obi-Wan, but he can still sense his presence. 

He lands away from where most of the clones are gathered, and then activates his comlink, syncing up with Obi-Wan’s signal. 

“ master... i’m here, on utapau. i need to talk to you-- but you have to promise you’ll listen to me and won’t try to capture me. ”

          the vibrosword is an unfamiliar weight in his hand, and it’s taking all of his muscle memory to remember how to wield it: his arms ache but never tremble, and he staunchly refuses to yield. they’ve been sparring for what feels like hours, he and his general, and his blacks cling to him uncomfortably so - it’s more hindrance than help, and when the time comes to unlock their swords and take a break, it’s a welcome reprieve to feel the cool air on bare skin.

          cody is used to sparring shirtless - most, if not all, of the brothers are. it only made sense they would be comfortable enough to do so, each sharing the same physique with minor difference in musculature and bulk. so he shrugs off his shirt, balls it up to wipe down his face and chest, and tosses it unceremoniously in the corner.

          if cody doesn’t realize nor care that it’s unbecoming of a man of his status, he doesn’t take any notice: it’s hot, and he’ll be damned. besides - he’d like to think he’s known obi-wan for long enough that neither will care. they’ve seen each other in various stages of undress before on the battlefield - albeit much dirtier, and usually with some small amount of blood.

          cody reaches for his water pouch and brings it to his lips and takes a long swig from it before he replaces the cap and sets it down. he spares a look up and down at his jedi, swallows down the heat that coils, and it takes no small amount of control to keep his voice steady. “do you want to go again, general?” there’s a challenge in his eyes, a faint upturn of his lips: “or do you need another break?”

Send ▲ plus a question your muse has always wanted to ask mine, and my muse will answer without judgement! // ACCEPTING    ↳ @mstrobiwan​ said: "have you ever. . . struggled with attachment, master ti?"

"𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒 who has not felt the struggle,” she answered, free of judgement. Theirs was a delicate balance: connected to all things through the force, all beings, yet attached to none. And unlike some of their trials, conquered once and forgotten, mastery of the self was never truly complete.

Even now, she her own moments of weakness on Kamino, gazing into the eyes of her cadets ------- nothing more than 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙽 seeking affection. Shaak Ti learned their names, then the names they gave each other; she learned the ways they fought, learned their strengths, their weaknesses, then watched them leave to die in another’s war. Defenders of the peace. Not unlike the Jedi. A fact that did little to quiet her uneasy mind. 

her montrals look like a little monster eating her head

@mstrobiwan​, @sunsglory​

“  IT ISN’T YOUR FAULT,  love.  ”  but obi-wan has made it a mission,  to carry the faults of others upon his shoulders  —  satine doesn’t expect him to change now.  she only wishes she could ease the pain from his eyes.

“  anakin made his own choices.  ”  she presses her lips to his temple and pulls him closer,  fingers grasping at his woven robe like a life line.  she’s not letting go.  not this time.

@mstrobiwan​ asked:  ❛ i have a bad feeling about this. ❜ - the rise of skywalker starters

The young Commander looked out over the snowy tundra and the packed of Hoth, squinting against the snow-blindness without thinking of pulling down his goggles.  He didn’t see anything; nor had their scanners picked up much-- but that was what patrol was for.   He was still training in the ways of the Force when time allowed, but he didn’t feel anything out of place that the master did.