#sw fic

Written for nirejseki (@robininthelabyrinth) for the Fandom 5K Exchange 2026!

The worst, last day of Commander Ponds's life gets interrupted.

Its 32 BBY. Pre-mecha General Grievous finds half of Maul in the trash &, against his better judgement, takes him in. Maul is forced to recuperate on this guy’s couch in his bustling family home.

Notes:

Name: Synnovea Beryl DOB: 24 in BBY Species: Human Eye colour: Gray Hair colour: Dark brown, straight, long Classification: Jedi Knight Consular Preferred combat style: Form IV Known proficiency: Healing, minor telemetry Last known sighting: Kashyyyk Languages spoken: Galactic basic, huttese, rodian, binary

Beyond the Pale || AO3 || Tumblr

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The job came with no briefing, no credentials—just credits, coordinates, and a name. That was enough for Clone Force 99. Tucked deep in the wilds of Yavin IV, the offer promised a quick payout and a hidden outpost far from Imperial eyes. But the galaxy has a way of finding those who try to disappear. What they find is a crumbling temple swallowed by jungle, a resistance force on the edge of collapse, and a woman who doesn’t quite fit into any of it: Synnovea, a sharp-tongued, reclusive doctor whose truths are hidden as carefully as her scars. Beneath her steady hands and dry wit, something is unraveling. A ghost from her past walks in flesh again. As the Bad Batch draws closer to the truth, as loyalties shift and secrets rise, they’ll have to decide what’s more dangerous: the power that stalks them from the shadows… or the one standing quietly by their side—patient, silent, and hungry. Because someone else is hunting. And they’ve been searching for a very long time. A forgotten temple. A dangerous reunion. A memory that still bleeds beneath the scar. A whisper of darkness carried in the blood. The past is coming back. And this time, it’s not coming quietly.

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Known / Unspoken (1k)

Qimir's spoon clinked against his bowl. "There is any easy fix to that."

"How?"

His dark eyes watched her, and now it was his turn to shrug. "Ask me."

"Ask you what?" Osha asked, spinning his words like he often did hers.

"Ask me how I'm feeling."