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#UncertainBeginings. I feel weird being the one who keeps asking for it, but it is just so good and has a special place in my heart. Thank you so much for writing Uncertain Beginnings. You don’t have to take this as a prompt, but I do wonder what is going on in Jango’s mind when it comes to this strange jedi that cares too much. That you so much for all the prompts you write and for all the effort you put into writing all these for our Fandom. ❤️👏👏

Posted on oktober 1, 2019 av swmoddy

The
concept of someone caring too much
is not something he can ever say he has encountered throughout his
decades in the galaxy. Caring too little, sure, caring maybe just
enough, yes.

But
a Jedi caring too much was certainly not something Jango thought he
would ever experience as he watches the redheaded Jedi kneel down to
introduce himself to the younger clones, a small smile on his face
that does nothing to hide the darkness gathering beneath his eyes or
the tired redness of his eyes.

Leaning
back against the durasteel wall, Jango narrowed his eyes faintly,
ignoring the chitchat happening around him, the excited little clones
and the older ones watching from the halls above, trying to get a
peek at the Jedi.

Instead
he focused on Kenobi, the way his shoulders held a tired tremble, the
way his flesh hand trembled ever so faintly despite him trying to
keep it still or
the pallor of his skin as
he spoke with the youngsters around him.

The
man was pushing himself to the brink, that much was clear and if
Kenobi had more
than the occasional mealbar and a sip here and there of drink, then
Jango was Duchess Kryze biggest supporter.

And
he was happy to say he was not
and would never
be a fan of the queen of pacifism to your death, thank you very much.

‘He
must have a headache, he might be dizzy and is it just me or does he
seem lethargic?’ Jango mentally cursed himself out for even caring
to notice but with what Kenobi had brought to him, he needed the
fucker alive to be able to get protection for Boba.

That
meant not letting the idiot work himself to death by ignoring sleep,
food and drink.

“What
happened to your hand?” The shy voice broke through Jango’s
thought process as he looked across the training room to find Kenobi
and the clones had moved back to the terminals, all of them sitting
down though where Kenobi had found a spare seat Jango had no idea.
The question seemed to come from one of the fresher clones as the
others shot him worried looks.

Jango
just crossed his arms over his chest and pretended not to care.

Laughing
faintly, Kenobi raised his metal hand, wiggling the fingers at them
as the robe fell down to expose his arm, the tunic under covering
from wrist to elbow where the robe had fallen. “I imagine you mean
this one and not my flesh one huh?” He was smiling, his face soft
and warm.

It
was a better look compared to the pinched one from earlier at least.

Sharpening
his ears without seeming too interested, Jango paid close attention
now.

A
few eager if nervous nods were given from the group.

Obi-Wan
smile widened even more, clearly pleased they were asking questions,
even if it was a bit tactless to ask about a prosthetic. “Well, you
see when I was born, I was taken from my parents,” Kenobi started
with a half smile, a bit of light dimming in his eyes. “By a very
bad person who wanted to create a weapon out of me. I was still an
infant so I don’t remember all of this but he took me and replaced
parts of me with mechanic bits, to make me into a tool, to make me
fight without my own will and make me slide beneath scans that droids
could not. I was meant to be an assassin with a droids function.”
He explained, his voice drawing low but it kept it’s steady tone as
he tugged down his tunic a bit to show them how a blade would pop out
of his arm and Jango, from the distance he was at, could spot what
looked like a connector port.

‘Just
how much of you is mechanical?’ He wondered.

“But
if you were little, how did the metal, I mean… metal doesn’t
grow.” One of the trooper suddenly asked, eyes wide before biting
his lips nervously.

Chuckling,
Obi-Wan nodded. “Most don’t no. But lets just say that my metal
parts are rather… special. I’m very unique and I’m also very
grateful the Jedi order found me. I don’t think life as a mindless
weapon would be a good existence.” Kenobi tilted his head before
looking up and meeting Jango’s eyes square on.

Tired
as he was and pale as he seemed, Jango felt a sudden jolt by meeting
those eyes, feeling as if he was suddenly stuck outside during one of
Kamino’s deadly storms, trapped by the might of the ocean and winds
combining as he stared into those eyes.

This
was a man who could be as placid and deceptive as the ocean and Jango
could feel it tear at him in that moment as green eyes stared him
down.

It
was Jango who looked away first in the end.

Could you write a story where Obi Wan is reversed to look like he did in the phantom menace and all the clones are just really amazed and into this padawan Obi.

Posted on juni 6, 2019 av swmoddy

Running
his hands over his face slowly while peering at the blank side of the
shuttle, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but be amused by how little really
had changed.

Coming
to Raan-Tal had been a priority, something about a Jedi temple and a
race to find a holocron before Grievous heard about it’s existence
but Obi-Wan had not expected the karking thing to suddenly
practically spew Force out at them.

Luckily
it was harmless, washed over the clones without effecting them.

But
Obi-Wan…

Well
if he was to wager a guess, he had just reverted ten years in age,
looking as if he was in his twenties.

Looking
like his padawan self, shorn hair, the padawan tail loose along his
shoulder and youthful features while still wearing his armor bits and
robe which was the reason the troopers hadn’t been too
shocked or suspicious in the moments after but now Obi-Wan could only
be amused an hour later even as he wondered how long the youthful
effect would last.

It
was amusing because outside of the start of crowfeet at his eyes and
the gray at his temples, Obi-Wan wasn’t actually that much
different from his older self if had shaven his beard even if no one
else could know that.

There
had been a very
good reason for Obi-Wan to grow his beard after all, being constantly
tired of being asked for his master while being a master to Anakin.
‘I wonder if I have to grow it in all again in patchy uneaven
spots.’ He grimaced a bit at himself.

His
initial attempt at growing his beard had been so abysmal that Mace
Windu of all people had come by the quarters to beg
him one late night to just remove the poor animal taking possession
of his face and try again.

To
be fair, he had gotten a nice beard in after that but it had still
been rather humiliating and he had been grateful that Anakin was
already sleeping when Mace came by that time.

“You
look like a shiny General.” Jerking a bit, Obi-Wan looked away from
his own face to
smile lightly at Gus, the rookie getting a quick head slap from his
sergeant as Slick colored in embarrassment.

“Apologies
about him sir, it…it’s just different.” The man tried to
explain.

Chuckling
at the attempt at discipline for something totally unnecessary,
Obi-Wan waved his hand. “There’s no need Slick, I have to admit,
it’s odd to see myself like this. It’s been well over ten years
since I looked this young. I look like my padawan years actually.”
He rubbed his chin before beaming. “Quite the difference I
understand.

There
was a long, breathless silence before someone hissed. “He has
dimples,
our General went from smoking hot to smoking cute!” And then there
was a yelp as whoever said it got slapped over the head.

Coloring
deeply, Obi-Wan smiled shyly at his men.

Someone
dropped a crate and Cody slowly ran his hand over his face before
peeking between his fingers at the Jedi with Slick and Gus suddenly
coloring a violent red as Obi-Wan continued his shy, confused
smiling.

“…Oh
no we’re karked, everyone is going to want to steal our General
away. He’s too cute. Commander do
something!”

in reporttosenate, how are the padawans and younglings interacting with more clones than they have ever met and learning they are trying to save them.

Posted on mai 30, 2019 av swmoddy

“Eight,
nine, ten, eleven-” The counting was loud and clear as children of
all ages from five to eleven ran off around the room, desperately
scrambling for a hiding place while muffling their giggles.

Under
the amused and grateful gaze of the creche masters, the troopers had
taken charge of amusing the children until all the Jedi had arrived
and everything could be settled up and today Commander Snow and his
men had decided to play hide and seek with the children. Snow, Lapra,
Browbeat and Tyr were all gathered in a group with their hands over
their eyes as Snow counted for all four of the troopers.

Settling
even more on the bench as he took a small break from the clean up,
Dolan smiled indulgently as he watched one of the older children
scale a beam to hide up in the ceiling scaffolding while a smaller
one crawled under a table with a delighted beam at having found her
hiding space.

Much
to Dolan’s amusement, he noticed one of the mon calamari Initiates
slowly inched her way into the nearby pond and sunk under to hide.

‘I
don’t think that was allowed little one.’ Dolan rubbed his clean
shaven chin, grinning before grunting softly as Master Vos sat down
next to him on the bench, the kiffar watching the troopers count with
bemusement in his eyes.

Neither
said anything for a long time, only observed as Snow finally stopped
counting and started to search the cleaned and prepared room.

These
rooms had been on the priority scale apparently Dolan had learned,
the clones explaining with serious and stern faces that younglings
always came first and needed the comfort of clean and safe spaces.

Dolan
had wholly approved of that, he didn’t mind a slightly drafty or
dirty room if his creche classes were safe and sound in their rooms
and he knew that the rest of the temple was on the agenda to be
cleaned.

“I
don’t really like the clones,” Dolan glanced at Vos, raising a
brow as the man rubbed the yellow streak over his nose. “Don’t
trust them if I’m honest.” He trailed off, watching as Lapra
found the youngling under the table and grabbed them, playfully
tickling and throwing her into the air to the Initiates utter delight
as she hugged the man tightly.

Raising
both brows, Dolan settled his hands in his lap. “…The troopers
have been nothing but respectful and kind to the Jedi,” He said
slowly. “Something we have sorely lacked if the stories I’ve
heard from mission active knights are true.” Dolan tilted his head,
his nerf
tail tickling his neck.

Huffing
a bit, Vos leaned his elbows on his knees, muscles flexing lightly
and most likely unintentionally though Dolan took a moment to admire
them still as the other master generally went around in a sleeveless
outfit. “I… you’re right. I just don’t…” The man pursed
his lips.

Dolan
watched the other for a long moment, the sound of laughter filling
the room as the troopers searched and found kids, playing with them,
bonding with the children who had come to learn that the troopers
were more than soldiers. “…As I understand it, you should have
nothing to say about them, considering their loyalties have never
been in question nor have they ever conspired with dark siders or
killed Jedi on purpose.” Dolan said as lightly as he could.

Vos
still tensed and looked down, staring at his feet.

“Nor
are they on probation,” The creche master returned to watching the
children. “I am not telling you to like them, one can not be
universally liked. But the very least you can do is respect them.”
Dolan hummed a bit.

The
Jedi master said nothing, only clenched his hands on his leggings.

“Beside,”
Dolan smirked ever so slightly as he watched Tyr walk towards the
middle with two human Initiates clinging to his legs on each side.
“If you were to show your displeasure, I believe our Initiates may
just decide that you need a lesson in basic human decency and decide
a tickling match against a Jedi master is a good idea for the honor
of the troopers.” Dolan chortled out as Browbeat finally managed to
find their calamari Initiate in the pond and was struggling to get
him out without getting wet.

Sitting
up at that, Vos watched the kids and the troopers before snorting.
“Guess you’re right. So far every trooper I’ve seen interact
with the younglings adore them and the younglings adore them in
return… not enough adult to play with them I guess?” He glanced
at Dolan.

Shrugging
slightly, the creche master glanced about then gestured. “Not many
choose to become creche masters, we make do with those we have but
unfortunately we are not always enough to play when babies need
feeding and younglings need their injuries tended to.” He smiled
gently before humming as he heard a noise. “But if I’m not wrong,
it sounds like a shuttle is coming closer. The council seems to have
arrived.” He grinned warmly.

Finally,
they were all away from Coruscant to the safety of Eedit.

He
hoped it would remain that way.

Now I have to see the republic’s and the Confederate’s reaction that the jedi are gone #ReporttotheSenate

Posted on mai 16, 2019 av swmoddy

An
illusion can not be kept going forever, eventually someone spots the
difference and makes the right connections to get the truth.

Clones
however, who work with the Jedi and observe them daily can mimic
their behavior pretty decently to fool most. Put on a robe, wear a
tunic and leggings and walk with confidence and most people are
tricked at mere sight as long as the hood is up.

After
all, there are a lot of human Jedi and if they make an appearance in
the slums of Coruscant at least once a day and a brief one in the
Rotunda, trying to be quick and not get caught up by any Senators.

They
weren’t as lucky one day but Bail Organa only stared with wide eyes
at them before smiling and calmly chatting with the ‘Jedi’ in
front of him.

The
illusion is kept going for another day.

But
eventually it breaks as people realize that the Jedi are gone.

There
are only clones in the Jedi temple, keeping it safe, making sure no
one trespasses and eventually the Senator’s demand answers.

Fox
has no other choice but to answer.

Arms
tucked in parade rest, he gives his report, a lie of course.

The
Jedi had left for one of the smaller temples for the safety of their
young ones, all of them moving though they would be back to the
temple once they had managed to set up.

He
can see the distrust of course, he can hear the mutters but he does
not let them catch the lie or let them question him into a corner he
can not answer.

The
end result is the same.

The
Jedi are gone and as Fox tries to observe as many Senators as
possible but what he can’t help but notice is the Chancellor.

Fox
eyes narrow as the man grips the podium so hard his hands turn white,
the way the man’s jaw muscle jumps and the thin slits his eyes are
even as he wears a forcibly benevolent smile that feels too
artificial to the commander to be real.

There
are many angry Senators but only one trying to pretend to be kind, to
be unpartial and be a fair judge and leader.

And
Fox is looking straight at the pale eyes and knows he must tell his
brothers.

()()()

Opening
his own eyes, one of the last of the Jedi arriving at Eedit stares at the
top of his bunk and tucks the blankets around him more tightly.

He’s
tired.

He
knows what’s going on of course, he knows that several Jedi already
knew what was going on but right now they have plausible deniability
and all they want is a break, is to get away from the Senate, away
from the muddled Force on the metal planet.

After
a long moment Yoda let out a deep breath and tucked the Qui-Gon’s
robe more tightly around himself for meager comfort before slowly sitting up and looking
around at the rest of the council curled up in their own bunks.

Down
by the door, a trooperwith a bandage on his head is sitting on a chair, leaned against the wall
with their chin on their chest as they breath slowly.

It’s
a sight enough to make Yoda chuckle faintly, even though he doesn’t know who this trooper is despite wearing the markings of Obi-Wan’s men, before carefully folding
Qui-Gon’s old robe and setting it aside to reach for his cane and
get up, wiggling his toes on the ground before slowly making his way
down the row
of bunks, checking in on each of his fellow Jedi.

Mace
was curled up tightly, drooling. Depa was snoring into her arm. Shaak
was mumbling in her sleep with her hand spasming as if she was
reaching for something. Obi-Wan was curled up on his side…

It
was enough to make Yoda smile faintly at all the younglings around
him.

And
they were still younglings to him.

They’d
always be.

Mace getting to know his men, and his demonstration of vaapad in a battle

Posted on mars 28, 2019 av swmoddy

It
is undeniable.

Mace
really likes these Jango Fett clones, these men and his heart breaks
as he knows what he must do.

The
Jedi are put between a rock and a hard place thanks to the Senate and
of course they could refuse but if they did…

Mace
has heard the whispers about the Jedi, he’s kept his ear to the
ground and he knows that not even half of the Senators trusts the
Jedi, sees them as little else than a strange order of warriors and
have forgotten what they really are.

And
so Mace takes his command of these men and burns his heart and soul
in the process to try and keep them safe and yet still lead them out
into battle. But he doesn’t stop himself from getting to know them,
learning their names, their faces, what they like and seeing the
wonder on their faces.

He
knows as the days go on that the clones will become even ‘younger’
with less training because there’s less time but he hopes… well
maybe if he burns his soul out, maybe they can end this war because
there is no victory for the Jedi order here.

So
he lets himself know them, gets comfortable with Commander Pond and
asks the man often about tactics and the best way to station the men
as Pond knows better a multiple men assault than Mace ever will and
knows the men’s capabilities a hell of a lot better.

So
he fights at the front with them and tries, Force does he try,
to keep his men safe and pull them away from danger when he can but
he is just one man and he is a flawed man who can not do the
impossible even if his Jedi abilities make it seem so to certain.

And
the men see him tired, they see him bleed and they see him collapsed
and knows better than anyone that isn’t a Jedi or Ranger that the
Jedi aren’t perfect as they steam the bleeding and props him up and
out of danger.

Clones
of Jango they may be, but they are men of their own making, of their
own colors as they paint their armor and shave their hair or let it
grow, tattoos with color and eyes with humor or pain. It is
undeniable, Mace Windu adores
his men.

And
he sees the same in Obi-Wan’s eyes when they meet up, a tired sort
of understanding passing between the two before Obi-Wan in good humor
suggest a decent sparring as, in the man’s own word, ‘sheering
down a droid a size isn’t really good for dueling’ with a warm
laugh and twinkling green eyes.

With
a hum of amusement, Mace accepts.

It’s
a breath of fresh air in the war, to settle into each their own
position, Soresu against Vapaad and Mace lets himself sink into the
style even if Obi-Wan has very little darkness to draw on to fight
against the man.

But
it feels good, chasing after Obi-Wan with aggressive thrusts and have
them parried as the Soresu master stands firm against the aggressive
Vapaad as Mace knew he would.

With
a touch of Ataru mixed in as Obi-Wan bounces into the air and spins
around only to land easily and once more go in a tightly controlled
arch against Mace with a grin on his face as this duel is more like a
play than an actual battle.

And
Mace can feel these men he adores have come to watch and well…
maybe he’s showing off a bit but if the glittering in Obi-Wan’s
eyes and the grin lurking his lips are any indication than he is not
the only one showing off.

So
they twist and twirl and they spin and they sweat and he can hear
Obi-Wan laugh and his own men cheering him on while Obi-Wan’s hoots
at him to win and its just a moment, a moment in all this strife that
Mace finds a little bit of peace as they kick up grass and dirt.

Mace getting to know his men, and his demonstration of vaapad in a battle

Posted on mars 28, 2019 av swmoddy

It
is undeniable.

Mace
really likes these Jango Fett clones, these men and his heart breaks
as he knows what he must do.

The
Jedi are put between a rock and a hard place thanks to the Senate and
of course they could refuse but if they did…

With
a hum of amusement, Mace accepts.

But
it feels good, chasing after Obi-Wan with aggressive thrusts and have
them parried as the Soresu master stands firm against the aggressive
Vapaad as Mace knew he would.

Bilde | Posted on mars 20, 2019 av swmoddy

izzysuniversestuff:

I’ve got no idea whatsoever how Sabacc works, but I’m 100% sure that Fives is the worst at strip sabacc. But also the kind of person who takes his socks off last. Echo tries to help, but really doesn’t. Jesse and Kix are totally working together to cheat. Hardcase tries his best.

Bilde | Posted on mars 20, 2019 av swmoddy

izzysuniversestuff:

I’ve got no idea whatsoever how Sabacc works, but I’m 100% sure that Fives is the worst at strip sabacc. But also the kind of person who takes his socks off last. Echo tries to help, but really doesn’t. Jesse and Kix are totally working together to cheat. Hardcase tries his best.

Bilde | Posted on mars 20, 2019 av swmoddy

izzysuniversestuff:

I’ve got no idea whatsoever how Sabacc works, but I’m 100% sure that Fives is the worst at strip sabacc. But also the kind of person who takes his socks off last. Echo tries to help, but really doesn’t. Jesse and Kix are totally working together to cheat. Hardcase tries his best.

Clones taking care of Jedi and the Jedi taking care of clones

Posted on mars 12, 2019 av swmoddy

Pushing
a bowl into Fives hands, Anakin smiled worriedly at the trooper
before glancing around the tent full of coughing and hiccuping
troopers as the other obediently started to sip the thin broth to see
if he could manage to keep something down.

Clones
were normally hardy people, made to be resistant to most illnesses
and diseases but when they got sick, they got real
sick.

As
was the case at that moment with the 501^st
and the 212^th.

Half
of them were sick with the rest of them being quarantined away.

All
of their medics were down, Helix, Helios, Kix and Bandaid were
actually still on the hallucination stage with Echo and Boil being
the ones who had recovered the furthest as they were able to actually
sit up and eat without being worried about everything either coming
up the mouth or out the other way in an explosive diarrhea.

All
three Jedi had decided to care for the troopers as the Force made
them immune to this particular illness and that meant that all the
other troopers were being kept outside the now quarantined medical
tent that had to be set up post haste.

They
kept guard over their sick vode and the Jedi, they made food and they
picked up supplies as they were dropped and for that Anakin was
grateful.

He,
Ahsoka and Obi-Wan were resting on shifts to make sure everyone was
taken care of but Anakin had a feeling that Obi-Wan was taking more
than his fair share.

But
to be fair, so was he.

Both
of them were making sure Ahsoka slept a bit more and that’s why
Anakin wasn’t outright calling out Obi-Wan for taking an hour or
two extra now and then.

He
was all too aware of Obi-Wan’s stern stare in his back after all and
knew that if he called out Obi-Wan on his behavior, Obi-Wan would
call out Anakin on his and thereby Ahsoka would know that they were
taking a few of her shift hours to make sure she slept.

But
both Anakin and Obi-Wan were replacing that rest with some
meditation, something Ahsoka didn’t quite have a grasp on yet.

They
were still all exhausted, racing to and fro as they were in the tent,
tending to troopers, helping them clean up, administering medication
and helping a few of them between the fresher and beds.

His
eyes caught Obi-Wan, the redhead sitting at Captain Rex bedside and
the two smiled tiredly at each other before focusing back on helping
each of the troopers eat at least a bowlful of broth.

()()()

Of
course, the good thing about the clones resistance was that they also
recovered quickly once the sickness passed them.

A
few days of wobbling legs, a few days of upped water intake and some
food along with a decent nights rest and they could be back in
fighting form thanks to their systems fighting the sickness so well
once they were back in form and whatever had infected them was dead
in their systems.

Jedi
however were not always so lucky when pushing themselves.

Which
was obvious when Anakin slid down a pole to sit on the ground,
shaking his head and muttering about dizziness and Obi-Wan followed
an hour later, almost face planting in his commander’s chest.

Ahsoka,
being smarter than both her masters, quietly went to her bedroll when
she started to feel a tired ache roll up her calves, curling up to
rest without a complaint unlike the two Jedi master’s who
complained all the way to the bedrolls where they were pushed in and
helped out of boots, belts and tunics to rest properly under the
instructions of the medics who had a lot more rank pulling than the
Jedi when it came to the situation of health.

Taking
care of so many men had exhausted all three Jedi and now they were
paying for that exhaustion after two weeks of pushing their bodies.

Tucking
in the exhausted Generals who finally stopped complaining, Cody and
Rex exchanged looks before smiling at each other and shrugging. They
may be Jedi but they were just as mortal as the clones were and with
that came exhaustion and fevers though Helix and Kix were certain
that both older Jedi would be good as long as they rested.

Ahsoka
on the other hand needed do hydrate.

Both
things were something the troopers would help with, keeping quiet and
making sure that all three Jedi got the rest they needed and the
nutrients they should have when they woke up.