Iiiiiiii think that Hod Haâran continued to hang out with Shereshoy up until kaysh died in battle. And Shereshoy did eventually learn that the giant iridescent saltwater crocodile who can talk and do magic is ALSO named Hod Haâran and being a Registered Thembo, Shereshoy just thinks itâs so fuckin cool that kaysh met the REAL Hod Haâran (time displaced force presence of a completely unrelated Cave Dwelling Wizard) AND ALSO made a separate friend ALSO named Hod (actually Hod Haâran)
Also that sabertooth tookas were a real threat on taung-era Coruscant
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#YEAH SO I DID IN FACT WANT TO SEE IT#this is so goodâŠâŠthis au just keeps getting betterâŠâŠâŠ.tysm for the link to this post!!#the wider context of the time travelâŠâŠthe fallout of bens betrayalâŠ..#positively eating this up#also if i can ask- what is the âshereshoyâ mentioned in ur tag? :0
Shereshoy is the capstone of my Vod'e An Star Wars series, which is ALL about time travel, but I keep copy-pasting the intro scene into different AUs because it is. Definitely one of my favorite bits of writing to date.
Here's the series summary:
Have you ever seen a time traveler dropped into the middle of someone else's butterfly effect? How about several dozen someones? AKA I nabbed all my fave clone troopers and sprinkled them into a much happier galaxy, with a touch of violence on top. As a treat.
Aaand just for laughs, here's the intro scene in question:
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The Force screamed in the middle of the night, and Ahsoka lurched awake with one overriding thought: not again.
Both lightsabers immediately flew to her hands as she rolled out of bed - boots and outer robes left behind in her sprint for the door. For the first time since constructing her own hab at Lukeâs school, Ahsoka regretted putting herself on a neighboring ridge instead of down in the valley among the students.
Even as she ran, the Force flickered with another younglingâs death.
Beams of red light in the darkness, matched to knots of Dark power, drew her forward at even greater speed. Bounding off rocks and trees, the togruta remained nearly silent with every leap; she instinctively shielded herself with the Force to mask her approach, until the moment she burst out over the heads of three Sith acolytes, and let her own power flare.
Their helmeted heads snapped upwards. In the span of two heartbeats, her white sabers slashed, and those same heads fell to the ground, their bodies following after a brief pause.
Ahsoka landed in a battle-ready crouch, positioned defensively over a boy collapsed on the ground. When no further Sith revealed themselves, she deactivated and tucked away one lightsaber, freed hand reaching for the teenager at her feet. âJacen?â
âIâm okay,â he rasped, heart pounding hard enough her lekku could feel the vibrations. âWhat- whatâs happening?â
âAnother Purge,â Ahsoka said, fighting hard to keep her voice level. âCan you feel Ezra?â After a momentâs pause, his face scrunched with desperate concentration, Jacen nodded. âThen letâs go. Iâll watch your back.â
The boy staggered upright, and led her around to the far side of the school buildings: student sleeping huts, a kitchen and meal hall, storage and laundry and library. Most of them bore scorch marks and other damage, while further up the valley, the actual temple where Luke handled meditation and combat training burned.
Storm clouds rumbled overhead, an echo of the fury roaring in Ahsokaâs mind. Twice, cracks of lightning revealed fallen bodies as she and Jacen ran past.
Another set of Sith attempted an ambush, only to falter when they registered her white lightsabers. Ahsoka didnât hesitate to leap forward and deal with them swiftly, before any attention could be turned to the padawan beside her. Jacen, thankfully, didnât attempt to join her, nor did he comment afterward - but his Force-presence shivered and pulled in even tighter on itself.
The next enemies they came across were a squad of stormtroopers, concentrating fire on a solitary figure, who deflected incoming plasma bolts and shot back his own with the same weapon. Ahsoka could sense two more younglings hidden behind Ezraâs billowed cloak, and increased her speed.
One trooper spotted her mid-charge. He and his neighbor turned to shoot at the new target, but their bolts went wild, too far off the mark to even require deflection. Ridiculous, Ahsoka could hear in her mind, as she spun and slashed, No brother would have gotten off Kamino with aim like that; do they even bother training these shinies, or just hand âem armor and a blaster and a new set of orders?
Faster than droids, but not nearly as fast or coordinated as clones, which meant Ahsoka carved through the stormtroopers within moments. As the last blaster fell in pieces to the ground, she saw Jacen dash past to crash against his favorite teacher with a desperate hug. Ezra wrapped an arm around the boyâs shoulders, the other still holding his lightsaber. âAhsoka?â
âGet to my ship,â she ordered, as another peal of thunder rang above their heads, and the first few raindrops began to fall. âDonât wait for anyone else, just take off and get to safety.â
Expression grim, Ezra nodded, and turned to drop into a crouch. He helped Alora get to her feet, the girl holding Grogu against her chest. âPypey?â
The teenager shook her head, headscarf gone, face covered in tears. Ezra didnât waste any more time before hustling her and Jacen off, towards the hidden landing pad where they kept hyper-capable craft. Ahsoka barely waited before hurrying onward again.
She passed more bodies; some students, some stormtroopers, the occasional Sith in black and red armor. The rain began coming down harder, turning the ground slick with mud, dragging visibility down to mere feet and severely impacting how much Ahsoka could sense with her hollow montrals.
But the Force didnât falter. Every leap took her from one mostly-stable spot to another, following further death knells and surges of power, all the way up to the front steps of the old Jedi temple set into the mountainside. All the way to Luke.
Despite his much smaller stature, he moved like Anakin, and she could feel the intense emotions racing through him. One trooper after another fell, Luke refusing to let any of them put so much as a single foot on the steps into his school, his Academy. More bodies sprawled across the stones behind him; only one still flickered faintly with life.
Ahsoka took over the fight.
She landed ahead and just to one side of Luke, better positioned to defend the one student still gasping for breath. âGo! Take her and go!â Her fellow Jedi hesitated, clearly torn between multiple directions. âSheâs dying, Luke, take Jaina and go, NOW!â
His Force-presence flared, then settled, decision made. Ahsoka felt the man lunge, scoop up his wounded student, and bolt into the Temple. She knew heâd follow a secret route out to the far side of the mountain, where an overhang sheltered his old X-Wing. With any luck, Artoo would be waiting, engines already fired up and ready to take off.
Even without luck, Ahsoka would buy them enough time to escape. Raindrops sizzled off her lightsabers as she swept them through the air, evaporating into steam that trailed after her every movement.
Do you know if shareshoy will be picked back up bc Iâm super intrigued by the first two chapters
đ I know that she's working on it!!
I did ask our author for a comment: She "swears by the gods the fic will never be abandoned, [sheâs] just slow at writing. But [she is] actively working on ch 3."
I'm so glad you guys are enjoying it!! She works really hard, and I'm really glad she let me start sharing it with you guys â€ïž
Do you have any idea when the next part of Shereshoy is coming out ???? I NEEEDDD ITT
AHHH isnât it great??? Iâm hooked đ
My friend whoâs writing it is in the last month of her masters program, so sheâs got a lot going on at the moment, but rest assured that it is coming! Iâll be sure to let you guys know if she has any updates đđ
AGHHH omg i just finished reading your chapters for âShereshoyâ AND ITâS SO. GOOD. definitely one of my favorite fics so far!! i was wondering when the next chapter would come out đ«Łđ«Łđ«Ł anyways just wanted to say youâre such a good writer!! love your works <333
AHHHHH isn't it so good??? đđ My friend is going through grad school right now, but she said that if she had to guess, the third chapter might be finished sometime after April.
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Note: This is from an AU @cinlat and I have been discussing for a while, where at some point a young, less experienced (and non-canon JK) version of Noara gets herself into some trouble and as a result ends up with a semi-retired Havoc squad accompanying her on her journeys as, well, basically babysitters. I am pretty sure we are calling this story Shereshoy.
Noara ducked below the swing of the vibroblade Cormac wielded. She gave him a quick shove with her shoulder, pushing him off balance and allowing her to scramble away from him toward her own weapon. He had knocked it out of her hands earlier when she had underestimated the strength of his blow.
Curling her hand around the hilt, she just managed to get to her feet and block his next swing. She was gasping for breath as he pushed her back, overwhelming her with his superior physical strength.
They had been at this for almost an hour now, trading blows and dancing around the training room together. Noara was feeling the strain. In a battle of strength she didnât have a chance of beating the larger man. She couldnât spare the distraction of looking at the clock, but she was sure it was almost time.
He had backed her almost to the edge of the circle they were using as their boundary when the clock chimed.
Grinning ferally Noara pushed him away with the Force, sliding him several feet across the floor. âMy turn,â she said, pressing the attack and following him across the room, each swing of her vibrosword landing harder than before now that she was allowed to augment her strength with the Force.
They had been doing this for a few weeks now, meeting in the training room to see how hard they could push one another. They set a timer to go off every 15 minutes and each time it off signaled the next part of their exercise, namely whether Noara was allowed to use the Force or not. It had started after a heated, and drunken, debate in the cantina over whether her prowess in battle was talent, the Force, or a mixture of both.
Naturally the only way to answer that was to start sparring regularly with, and without, the Force.
At first that was all it had been, an experiment to put an end to a drunken debate, but it had turned into something more. Noara needed to know she could manage without the Force. That she was more than just her connection to it. At first Cormac hadnât understood her reasoning, but had been willing to humor her. Now he was determined to help her however he could, even if it was to keep her from working too hard to hurting herself.
There was a noticeable change in Noaraâs agility and strength as she pressed the attack. Cormac was loosing ground, but still managing to block her every blow. Having a single blade was still a handicap for the Jedi, having spent more time focusing on her dual wielding. She swung her weapon in an overhead arc, aimed at his shoulder and he blocked it, pushing back against her. Noara tried to hold her ground, but could feel herself starting to slip across the floor.
Thinking quickly, they were almost done and she was not going to let Cormac win again, Noara focused on the larger manâs knees. Reaching for the Force, she knocked his legs out from under him. The big man went down, hard, on his back.
Noara froze for a moment, worried she had hurt him, and that gave him time to get his bearings and knock her own legs out from under her. She fell onto the floor next to him, gasping as she tried to catch her breath, as the timer went off again. She closed her eyes and hit the floor with her fist in frustration.
She wasnât good enough, not enough to stop it from happening again. Noara hadnât spoken this thought out loud, but she had hoped that amping up her training would help her be strong enough to keep her fears at bay.
When she went to hit her fist against the floor again, a large hand caught herâs. Noara opened her eyes to see Cormac kneeling beside her and looking down at her kindly.
âCome on, up you go,â he said, helping her to her feet. Once she was standing and he was satisfied she wasnât hurt he covered her head with a large hand and ruffled her head fondly. âDonât be so hard on yourself Noara-doll, you are getting better.â
Sighing, she pushed his hand off her head. âThatâs nice of you to lie like that. I just have to... try harder. Next time,â she nodded, âI will do better next time.â
Settling his hands on her shoulders, Cormac hunched over to meet her gaze. âI mean it. No good will come of pushing yourself too hard Noara. These things take time,â he squeezed her shoulders comfortingly before wrapping an arm around her back and starting to lead her out of the room. âLetâs go get some tea and see what trouble we can stir up with Fynta eh?â
Noara laughed, leaning into his side, feeling a bit better already. At first she had hated the idea of being assigned a quartet of soldiers to âsuperviseâ her but she never imagined the emotional support having them around would bring. Even Jorgan, who was about as good at expressing his emotions as a Jedi, was an integral part of her new support system.
It was different that what she was used to but now Noara didnât know how she ever lived without it.
She grinned up at Cormac, âIâm sure we can find some trouble. Fynta and trouble do go hand in hand donât they?â
Sheres, in a set of off duty PT fatigues, stepped up behind Hirani before enveloping her in a giant hug and a fraternal rub of the head. "You're so small," he said teasingly.
Show my Muse Some Affection || Accepting
Hirani giggled, glancing up at the ARC and shaking her head. She turned to hug him back, subtly reaching up to try and mess with his hair. It had been a while, but she never forgot a friendâs presence in the Force.
âClones donât fight for what some Chancellor says. They donât fight for Jango, uj cake, or the seal of the Republic. They fight for one another.â [Adapted from a quote by Lt Col. Hal Moore. Middle art by @karlika]
