favourite fics from a galaxy far far away
My personal favourite stories set in a galaxy far, far away.
12 Apr 2021
Two years after the Empire's rise, Cody wakes up.
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Legends: Jedi Apprentice Series - Jude Watson & Dave Wolverton
05 Apr 2021
"How could you be so reckless," Qui-Gon finally asked rhetorically in a tone that was eerily calm. That alone was a sign of how much trouble he was actually in and he barely stopped the flinch that wanted to escape. "You exposed us in less than a day. That is amazingly impressive, you've really outdone yourself this time."
Obi-Wan could feel a faint pain in his palms as he let his nails bite into flesh. His hands were hidden under his poncho as he tried not to rise to the clear irritation coming from his Master. The damning look sent his way was too much and his mouth seemed to go against his will. "But, Master, I was not the one who announced we were Jedi to the Mandalorians," he said with the serenity of someone who had not punched anyone in the face and wrecked the mission. Qui-Gon actually seemed to choke on air and for what wasn't the first time Obi-Wan found himself wondering if he had gone too far.
- Part 1 of Lava Bowl Universe
Fandoms: Star Wars Legends: Jedi Apprentice Series - Jude Watson & Dave Wolverton, Star Wars - All Media Types
23 Mar 2021
Six months in war can change a person. Obi-wan Kenobi joined the Young, became a leader, a soldier, a guerrilla fighter. He wasn't about to switch it off when he returned to the Temple. He wasn't given the chance. After Bruck, after Telos, after everything he'd done he couldn't remain here.
Hesitant steps turned confident, his heart beating with resolve, Obi-wan Kenobi walked away from the Jedi for the last time.
He didn't know what his future contained, but he knew the Jedi weren't part of it.
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
19 Mar 2021
“Please, can’t we get just one competent government?” a man sighed as he received his fifth funding request back, unopened.
There was nothing special about this man. His name was Irdo Gyrk, originally hailing from Chandrila before his need to “see the galaxy” sent him rushing off to the nearest space port, and then his need to eat sent him into the arms of the first steady job he could find. In all, Irdo Gyrk was a plain, unassuming, and all together unimportant man, who worked as a minor assistant to some equally unimportant bureaucrat.
This man was just like any other man, this day just like any other day, and his words just like any other low-level government employee frustrated with the slow-turning cogs of bureaucracy. The difference, of course, is that this time, someone was listening.
That someone was the Force, and it was an asshole.
The movers and shakers of the Rebel Alliance are drop-kicked back in time after their respective deaths to their bodies mid-Battle of Naboo.
The immediate aftermath. Things get worse before they get better.
- Part 2 of For I Still Live
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Wrath of Darth Maul - Ryder Windham, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Jedi Apprentice Series - Jude Watson & Dave Wolverton, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
22 Feb 2020
“Young Bant Eerin is having…difficulties.”
Feemor frowns. “Master, we have no way of knowing what she is truly seeing. It could be past, present or future— and we do not even know if the future she sees will come to pass.”
Even so, Bant’s visions are troubling, full of shadow and violence. At the centre of it all is one person. Sometimes man. Sometimes boy. Sometimes something else entirely. But it is always Kenobi, there is no denying that. His essence is the same, no matter how it twists and warps and crumbles.
“If we could only find him—” Qui-Gon interrupts himself, gaze far-off. “In another life, maybe, he could have been my- my padawan, but now…”
Feemor worries for his former Master. And for this strange youngling he's never even met, and likely never will.
In which Obi-Wan acts in the only way he knows how after a lifetime of regret and self-sacrifice.
But the thing with that is this: Obi-Wan has thought himself to be alone for far, far too long. And he is not the only player on the field.
- Part 3 of he leaves sand and stardust in his wake
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20 Apr 2021
“Maybe it was for the best they left,” Xanatos spits, barging into what feels like an unstable, intimate conversation, though barely anything has been said. Xanatos glances at Obi-Wan and something flickers across his face as the man amends, “He left. And how could he not? How can anyone expect help from the Jedi Order when they fail the very children they raise within their ranks?”
Qui-Gon’s face pinches in frustration. “Not all are meant to be Knights—”
“That is not what I meant.” A gust of breath leaves Xanatos in a rush and he begins to pace like a caged animal, lightsaber still spitting scarlet in the waning light. Warily, Obi-Wan backs up a step, discarded blasters clattering at his feet.
“We are raised to believe in the Order,” Xanatos begins as if he is reciting a lesson long-learned. “We are taught to believe in the righteousness of the Jedi. The Jedi are benevolent. The Jedi are just. The Jedi are wiser than any other beings in the galaxy. And yes, I suppose this is about being raised to believe that we must become Knights. That only the best are accepted by a willing Master while the rest are shoved off to the far regions of the galaxy become explorers, pitiable farmers or halfway decent healers. But it’s also about being indoctrinated into a religion that some of us simply don’t understand.”
Xanatos swings around to face Qui-Gon, brandishing his lightsaber to emphasize his point. Takes a deep breath, recites: “‘There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.’
“This is the most widespread interpretation taught by the Jedi. The core of the Code. The lines that every youngling knows by heart, even if they don’t understand it quite yet. What the Jedi are so keen to forget, is that these lines are an interpretation and not simple fact. Odan-Urr,” he spits the name in contempt, “is revered as the scholar who clarified the Code for the Jedi. ‘The Teachings of Master Odan-Urr’ are taught to us all as ignorant, tiny younglings who know no better than to shut up and listen. We don’t debate. We aren’t encouraged to refute the Code or question if Odan-Urr’s interpretation is actually correct.”
Gesturing with his lightsaber, Xanatos sneers. “Right now we’re standing in the ruined home of the great Odan-Urr himself. And do you know what I’d like more than anything at this moment? I’d like nothing more than to see the Sith Lord Exar Kun bury his blade in Odan-Urr’s gut.” The words are full of hatred. Obi-Wan wants to retch.
“Because, you see,” Xanatos continues, “children like me can’t lock away our emotions like the perfect little Jedi you try to teach us to be. Children like me are forced to reconcile with the fact that they must forget their families even if they miss them, even if their fathers and mothers and sisters loved them more than anything. We have to force ourselves into a little box and cut away everything that makes us us in order to please you. In order to belong and be accepted.
“I tried to be the perfect Padawan for you, Qui-Gon.” Xanatos’ voice breaks, near trembling. “I tried, Force, I tried. And not once did you think about telling me to focus on the first, true words of the Code instead of the shambles that it had become. That idiotic interpretation that just didn’t fit with everything that I felt and knew to be true.” He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath again and says near reverently:
“Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force.”
The words ring bright and true and touch the deepest parts of Obi-Wan’s soul, trembling within him with such joy and sorrow that tears well in his eyes.
Xanatos lets out a little sigh and his lashes flutter then rise. “But by the time I figured out what I’d been missing, I realized that those words didn’t fit me either. I was too far gone, too confused. It was far too late for me. Not after everything.” In the last glimmers of the sun, Obi-Wan swears there are tears in Xanatos’ eyes, too.
“The Jedi,” Xanatos says slowly, because Qui-Gon looks too stunned and wrecked to interrupt, “generally only endorse Odan-Urr’s interpretation. They think nothing of the children who are as confused about the new Code as the original Jedi were about the old. We are not clones, born and bred to fit into the same lifestyle and beliefs. You’d think the Jedi would understand that, since you believe not everyone is meant to become a Knight.” The smile on his face is unexpected and bitter. Like sorrow given form.
“The Jedi failed me, Qui-Gon,” Xanatos says softly. “And you failed me, too. How can I expect you not to fail these children, as well?”
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Jedi Apprentice Series - Jude Watson & Dave Wolverton, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: The Wrath of Darth Maul - Ryder Windham
22 Feb 2020
Obi-Wan Kenobi has lived, died, and lives again.
Basically a self-indulgence series exploring the Star Wars universe vicariously through Obi-Wan's attempts to right the wrongs of the past. Intended to become QuiObi in the long run, and will feature a lot of characters including Anakin (of course), Maul (and his brothers!) and Ahsoka.
My intention is to get all the way through Force Awakens, but we'll see how that goes, haha.
Playlist: Sand and Stardust
Doing my best to update regularly!
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18 Apr 2021
Obi-Wan thinks loss starts with love. And maybe sometimes love starts with loss, too.
Obi-Wan wonders: when did this all start?
Because it started when a father yelled BEN over a deep void, and died because he dared to hold his desolate son. Because it started when Snoke crumbled a young boy with constant whispers, and it started when Luke said: "I don't want to be the only Jedi." It started when Vader lifted the galaxy's terror high into the air and thought: No more. It started when the Death Star blew and Obi-Wan fell beneath a once-brother's blade and when Luke longed for the skies and Obi-Wan left him there, and it started when Padme gave up and Anakin wailed about betrayal and when Obi-Wan didn't listen and when love blossomed and grew and grew and grew, until it became a whirlwind of confusion and longing (but maybe that's the way it's always been)—
It started when a good man died and Obi-Wan was left to grasp at ashes, and it started when a boy offered them a place to stay, and it started when a man tipped the scales and the galaxy fell into chaos. It started with a young Queen's planet and it started when Xanatos fell and it started when Obi-Wan stepped up the ramp to a ship to Bandomeer and it started when Bruck Chun said something Obi-Wan didn't like and he lashed out, and it started before Obi-Wan was even born. It started when Jedi knew too much and it started when Jedi began to question and it started when others began see they weren't the only ones and it began when they asked why and when and how.
So Obi-Wan knows it's more than just him and his loss. He is not the beginning and he is not the end. You cannot fix everything and perhaps you shouldn't fix everything.
So Obi-Wan wonders this: what should I fix? He wonders this: what can I fix, and where should I start?
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
16 Apr 2021
Obi-Wan needs to remember how to love, and let go.
The Force provides the catalyst. Anakin takes care of the rest.
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18 Apr 2021
“I think I knew,” Obi-Wan says. “I knew he was gone.”
The statement fills him not with sadness, but with peace. It’s a curious thing.
Anakin strokes his hair and looks far into the distance. “I wish he was here.” There is bitterness there, and longing.
Obi-Wan shakes his head. “We don’t need him.” Obi-Wan doesn’t need him.
Anakin’s fingers still. “You miss him, though,” he says. “You asked for him. Every night.”
“I miss him,” Obi-Wan admits, because he does. “But I don’t need him. I just need…” he trails off, wondering how to put it into words.
“You need what?” Anakin prompts, when Obi-Wan has been quiet a little too long.
“To not be alone,” Obi-Wan says; and yes. That is it. That is exactly it.
Warm air caresses his ear as Anakin exhales. “You’re not alone, Obi-Wan. And you never will be.”
Well, of course he won’t. He has Anakin. He has Ahsoka. He has Cody, and Rex. He is a Jedi, and that means he has the Order, and people like Yoda. He has the Force, and even though it has done this to him, even though he has been forcibly distanced from it, it will never leave him. He will be a part of it forever.
This is obvious, so why does it feel like a revelation?
He smiles, bemused. To Anakin, he says: “I know.”
Anakin holds him for a long time, until Obi-Wan’s arms and eyelids feel heavy. It is then that Anakin lays him down on his back, carefully, like he is something precious. His boots are removed. A pillow is picked up, turned over, and slid beneath his head. Anakin goes to the dresser, and returns with a blanket. He is clearly hesitant to drape it over Obi-Wan, but Obi-Wan reaches for it.
It’s old, and slightly threadbare, and he recognises it. It came with him from the crèche to his new room with Qui-Gon, and then… there is a twinge of warning, but Obi-Wan pushes past it, for his heart aches to know, to remember. Then, he recalls, in a flash that doesn’t hurt at all; then it was Anakin’s. He gave it to Anakin.
That’s all he remembers. Pushing further would be ill-advised, and he doesn’t need to.
He takes the blanket, wipes the soft burnt orange of it against his cheek, and Anakin wraps him in it. This blanket connects them, in a way that Obi-Wan can touch and feel, but it’s unnecessary. He doesn’t need a piece of fabric, or a hand in his own, to feel connected to Anakin. Just as he doesn’t need a plant, or a braid of hair, to connect him to Qui-Gon.
There is the Force, and through it, Obi-Wan is connected to all living things, and to all things that were once living. Those he loves are always with him, and always will be.
Anakin sits at his side, for though the room and the bed have changed, they have not. Before Obi-Wan can drift off, Anakin speaks. “Obi-Wan?”
Obi-Wan hums in acknowledgement, but does not open his eyes.
“When… in the beginning,” Anakin says. “When you woke up in that cave. You said that you remembered us. Me, and Ahsoka, and Rex and Cody.”
Obi-Wan hums again; he remembers. He wonders where Anakin is going with this.
“You said that Rex and Cody, they help us,” Anakin says. “And Ahsoka; you remembered that we protect her and train her. You… never said what you remembered about me.”
Oh. Is that all? Obi-Wan had been afraid that Anakin would ask something hard, and he would have to wake up again to answer him properly.
“That’s easy,” he murmurs. “You’re Anakin.”
Anakin is silent, and Obi-Wan nearly falls asleep, but—“That… doesn’t actually tell me anything.”
Obi-Wan huffs through his nose. Anakin really can be obtuse.
He turns onto his side, burrowing deeper into their blanket. “You’re everything,” he says sleepily, slurring the words. “I love you the most.”
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Jedi Apprentice Series - Jude Watson & Dave Wolverton, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy
31 May 2017
Obi-Wan doesn't remember much of his parents. Just the warmth of a hand brushing his forehead, the glimpse of a broad smile, and a soft voice telling him: "Do not give your heart to another, my dear one. Not unless they love you back. You are far too precious to lose to pretty-petaled death."
But he's too young to understand, and the Jedi don't heed his mother's warnings.
Years later, Obi-Wan wakes with labouring lungs. Tiny, pale-gold flowers curl soft and delicate on his tongue and he knows—
There is no saving him.
(Alternate Endings: Chap. 2: Anakin, Chap 3: Vader, Chap 4: Vader ver.2, Chap 5: Qui-Gon, Chap 6: Cody, Chap 7: Maul version)
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17 Apr 2021
By the time Naboo happens Obi-Wan retches whole flowers every night, choking on soft-petaled dawn and terrified out of his mind.
He’s resigned himself to death, by this point. No matter what he does his lungs are a constant shudder of tight pain and the Force is not enough. His training bond with his Master is almost completely closed off, and not only by his own doing. These past few months especially, Qui-Gon has been distant. Returning from Council meetings with frustration lining his shoulders and tightening the purse of his lips. Whenever he looks at Obi-Wan, he just looks so terribly sad.
Obi-Wan almost fears that Qui-Gon knows. But if the older man did, Obi-Wan knows he would say something. Do something. Not just shut himself away and become practically a stranger in Obi-Wan’s eyes.
But then Naboo happens, and then, Tatooine.
Qui-Gon returns to the ship with a boy. He’s small and ghastly thin but with hair as golden as the twin suns above and eyes as clear as the skies they are cradled in.
Obi-Wan takes one look at the boy, and—
He is reminded of laughter in fields with sweet plum soft and juicy in his mouth. Of gentle hands brushed across his forehead. Of a broad smile, and—
Do not trust that everything bright and beautiful is good.
He thinks of Satine, of Siri, of their bright blonde hair and pale blue eyes—of the scarlet of Cerasi’s hair and the blood red of that terrible creature’s skin. The creature that nearly killed his Qui-Gon on the sands far below.
Danger, he thinks. This boy is dangerous.
When Qui-Gon as good as renounces him in front of the Council like he has always feared, he knows. With the brilliant star that is the boy’s presence. With his lungs labouring and breaths tasting of sweet things—
Obi-Wan is as good as dead.
25 Jan 2020
Qui-Gon had never spared much thought for the reports Obi-Wan wrote up for their missions over the years, save for vague feelings of fondness for Obi-Wan’s unflagging dedication and gratitude that the archivists no longer bothered him about them. What point would there have been in reading over the bare, prosaic facts when he’d been there in person? Now, looking at Obi-Wan’s self-deprecation set down in plain black and white, Qui-Gon rather thought that might have been a mistake.
- Part 2 of Mission Reports
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16 Apr 2021
“For two of our best diplomats, you seem to suffer from a great deal of miscommunication.” He signed his authorization to the official Document Amendment form that Master Nu had furnished Qui-Gon with, clearly never expecting to receive it back.
“Speaking of documentation,” Qui-Gon said, suspiciously, thinking back on the report logs, “why have you viewed the report for Obi-Wan and my mission to Illarya fourteen times?”
Mace smiled involuntarily and then quickly tried to hide it. He coughed into his fist. “Illarya?” he asked innocently. “Did something of significance happen there?”
The only thing of significance that had happened on Illarya was Qui-Gon being chased through the jungle undergrowth by an enraged mother cliamut while his traitorous apprentice laughed so hard he’d had to hold himself up against a tree. Master Qui-Gon’s affinity for beasts of all kinds is truly awe-inspiring, Obi-Wan had written of it, the cheeky brat.
A storm had been brewing. Qui-Gon had only been checking that the cliamut’s clutch of eggs had been well protected from the elements.
Clearly he should have been paying better attention to his own charge rather than every other being that crossed his path. Pathetic lifeforms, Obi-Wan would have called them. Whenever he said it Obi-Wan had always smiled but there had been something strangely hollow beneath it.
When Obi-Wan commed that evening, full of jubilance about the success that Qui-Gon had never doubted he would achieve, Qui-Gon had cause to be grateful that Obi-Wan couldn’t see him by holoprojector. He would only have been alarmed by the tears that tracked silently down Qui-Gon’s face.