#skynovae

“It’s ironic, isn’t it?” Ahsoka muses, hands clasped in a relaxed but thoughtful gesture behind her back. “Of all people to leave the order for good... Everyone thought it was going to be me. But it ended up being you. You have a good reason,” she pauses to correct herself upon remembering the size of his Anakin’s family, “or rather, three, for leaving. And even if you didn’t have any obvious reason, you deserve it --a  life free of violence and burden. When you were a Jedi you use to the carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, and them some. You were an overachiever. A borderline workaholic.” Although some might consider her words an insult, the softness of her voice indicates she says every statement with a sense of nostalgic fondness. “I’ll miss having you for a master. Luckily for me the loss of a master is eased by the gaining of a friend. I’ll always bee your friend, Anakin. Nothing will change that.”

And continuing that train of thought, why should that monster be allowed to live when so many of those that Peter had held dear did not? That was a Dark thought, he knew, and though it scared him he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. 

Peter just wasn’t being careful. A small (and yes, easily preventable) accident  left him in the med bay with multiple lacerations and a slightly broken arm. But why did that matter, he was alive. He was still alive and Master Stark and the rest of the Jedi order was not. It made him want to scream. 

When the medic came to patch him up Peter was fairly certain he went from wanting to scream to actually screaming, because the medic was Anakin Skywalker.

Just his fucking luck. 

“I think I’d rather keep my arm broken thanks,” he muttered, looking anywhere but Skywalker’s face. He couldn’t look into the eyes of the man that murdered the closest thing he’d had to a father. 

“Don’t touch me.”

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RAGE SURGED THROUGH HIM,  but it was aimed towards himself. it wasn’t working, he wasn’t improving as quickly as he’d hoped. the blond was afraid of failing his master and suffering the consequences of such failure, even as he banged his head against the book in his hand, groaning, fingers curled tightly around the pages.

           ‘‘ it’s not....nothing makes SENSE, master.... ’’

thrawn’s  gaze  turns  toward  the  dark  stature  in  the  room  and  lingers  on  the  mask  ,   a  single  brow  piqued  in  interest  before  attention  turns  back  to  the  data-pad  in  his  hands  ,    ❛   you  believe  there  are  jedi  involved  in  this  ?   ❜

          CLONES  ARE  NOT  MADE  TO  QUESTION  ORDERS :          they  are  subservient,  made  to  be  good  little  soldiers     -     human  enough  to  not  risk  alienating  the  republic  citizens  they  fight  for,  droid  enough  to  do  as  they  are  told.  the  infantry  have  brains  but,  for  the  most  part,  are  discouraged  from  using  them :  it’s  every  clone’s  wish  to  have  a  general  whose  orders  are  worth  following.

          cody  is  lucky,  in  that  regard :  with  how  often  the  two  are  stationed  together,  he  effectively  has  two  jedi  worth  following  to  the  end  of  the  universe.  unfortunately,  some  orders  require  a  little  bit  of  clone  ingenuity  to  properly  cover  any  missing  pieces.

          he’s  willing  to  let  skywalker’s  plan  slide,  this  time :  it  was  never  going  to  be  something  set  in  stone  that  he  could  follow     ( cody  has  never  been  good  at  loose  instruction,  which  is  what  makes  him  feel  so  unsuitable  to  be  under  his  command,  even  for  a  little  while ),     but  he’s  at  least  thankful  for  the  vague  description  of  how  the  general  wants  this  excursion  to  go.

          cody  doesn’t  hold  his  breath  that  skywalker  will  age  out  of  it :  as  much  as  obi - wan  would  love  to  portray  being  the  perfectly - in - control  jedi  master  all  the  time,  he’s  never  held  out  very  long     ( the  forgotten  lightsaber,  still  clipped  to  his  utility  belt,  is  enough  physical  proof  of  that ).

i’m crying okay, THIS…

convincing han that it was okay to leave her here had been hard. saying good-bye to him ... harder. she couldn’t even see him off, she couldn’t watch the falcon fly away. because the escape had to seem like it wasn’t arranged by vader. it had to be convincing. and she had to stay “captured.” 

of the two of them she was the bigger prize for the empire anyways. han was just a jumped-up smuggler as far as the empire was concerned. leia was a general.