Asajj Ventress from the Clone Wars part 2. 3D season 1 design in the classic 2003 Tartakovsky series art style.
Notes/Reblogs appreciated <3 Commishes & DMs open!
Asajj Ventress from the Clone Wars part 2. 3D season 1 design in the classic 2003 Tartakovsky series art style.
Notes/Reblogs appreciated <3 Commishes & DMs open!
protector of what the sith lords before him held dearly, he vowed naught but to control thine world with fear. the mandalorian whom walked among his people perhaps sought not to disturb his empire in the making, but was a nuisance nonetheless. he can feel a shift in the force, eyes narrow. ❛ and to what do i owe the pleasure, mandalorian? your kind doesn’t often visit my city. ❜ / @alorir !
"Together we can rule the galaxy as father and son.”
Card done for a family birthday and then the person who ordered it changed their mind! So I added it to my own collection because I love Star Wars. I was planning to do a companion piece to it shortly afterwards but it was 6 years until I got around to it :D
Full details can be found on my DA page here: https://www.deviantart.com/starfire-productions
All I'm saying is that, despite being a sith lord now, Alavik would enthusiastically be A'den's Jedi Grandpa.
Inspired by a post made by @semper-draca [x]
Lord Scourge taking a nice, relaxing mineral bath because he needs it.
Star Wars AU - Dark Lady Afreia and her apprentice; the prophet
When they were alone, her mother called her Jaina.
Jaya sometimes, even still, but that name was reserved for hushed tones and bright tears.
No, it was the name Jaina that made her feel safest, said as though the very thought of her was something precious. Sometimes her mother would stroke through her short hair, choppy and uneven on the ends from years of haircuts she’s given herself. On rare occasions her mother felt comfortable enough to place a gentle kiss on Man- Jaina’s forehead. A point of contact that usually left the young girl trembling under her skin for more of it.
She thinks she remembers a time when her mother would hold her close, whispering her love into Jaina’s hair like a morning prayer with butterfly kisses anywhere the woman could reach. She would like to remember it. It would be nice if she could just remember it.
The girl tries her best to call herself Jaina, at least in her own head. When she feels brave enough, she says it aloud just to feel the sound of it in her mouth. She likes to think of herself as Jaina, because when they were alone, her mother called her Jaina.
“Manteia, I need you to focus.”
...They were not alone.
So I haven’t watched Rick and Morty but I know this one scene where the mom is forced to choose between her kids Morty and Summer. When the alien thing asks her which one she’ll save she shouts Summer, no hesitation.
Anyways I thought “Hey what if that were Star Wars characters”
Some trios I considered:
Obi wan and Anakin with Qui-gon choosing. It hurts but something tells me he’d choose the chosen one over his own padawan
Fox and literally any of his batchmates bc I feel like all of them would choose the other over Fox.
Leia and Luke with Vader choosing, no matter who he chooses the other will hate him for it.
The more combinations I make the more it hurts me.
“Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the Dark Side.”
-Emperor Palpatine, “Return of the Jedi”
Ilsai's parents: Harter Neer and Yalin Suin
Darth Vader by Puppeteer Lee
Sith tip #7: remember to celebrate all of your henchmen's holidays
Yellow-eyed Obiwan who's technically a Sith but not actually evil evil, just a little dark (and depressed) because who wouldn't Fall after discovering the Force decided to turn him from a Force Ghost overlooking Luke defeat the Sith Empire to a living, breathing human again but decades in the past?
Plus after all that trauma, Obi-wan is very very possessive. Yandere-like, even, with what little he has.
Anyways, I want a Sith!Obi-wan being the Mandalora's husband and the Jedi Order panicking at the Mandalora's consort having yellow eyes but not being able to do anything legally since 1. Being a Sith is not illegal and no laws actually pertain specifically to Siths or non-Jedi force users and 2. Mandalore isn't part of the Republic and to intervene would be to declare war given Mandalore and Jedi's already very poor and tension-filled history.
The Mandalorians don't see anything wrong with the Mandalora marrying a Sith - they have been historically allied with the Sith. So they just go on their day like it's normal.
Well, almost normal. Siths aren't exactly normal, but they don't recall Siths being so caring of their health and wellbeing? Or good with kids either...
Meanwhile Obi-wan is living his best life of having a loving husband, being surrounded by cute kids, and adopting dozens of kids from Melida/Daan and other planets.
When he first realized he traveled back in time, he had a panic attack upon seeing his face - young with his hair bright red and well groomed. Since then, he's been avoiding mirrors and Jaster has catered to that wish in their bedroom and helps Obi-wan with his grooming, so Obi-wan continues on his life unaware of his yellow eyes (or deeply in denial, thinking it's another hallucinations.)
Sometimes he drops cryptic and short warnings to the Temple.
Pity Obi-wan over estimates his tech skills, so he fails to realize that the Jedi Order, with all the resources and manpower they had, were able to track the warnings from the Mandalore System... Which has a very public and very known Sith ruling.
So the story goes, Obi-wan keeps sending in these "tips". The Jedi Order interprets them as threats and taunts and go out their way to "destroy" the Sith's plans only for the Sith to pop up with a new taunt and new plot.
Oh and the Sith parading in the holo-media doesn't help either - this week it's "visiting the orphanages to adopt" and next week it is "donating food to the displaced Mandalorians from Death Watch's attacks". Clearly the Sith is aiming for something evil under the guise of doing good.
Plus, coming from a background of being a military general and making hard decisions, some of Obi-wan's words and actions are a little concerning for the Jedi's, to say the least. Not just the fact that Obi-wan refers to the time that he was a general or that he had millions of troops to command, but also just how dark and willing to fight he is.
(It only makes the Mandalorians love Obi-wan even more for his battle prowess.)
On and on, the cycle of misunderstanding goes.
Okay fine. The alternative is that Obi-wan definitely knows that he fell. But he's not actually a Sith, he insists. Obi-wan can't actually do anything about the fact that he fell - trauma is very difficult and slow to heal even with regular therapy.
So he can't march up to the Jedi Council and warn them of what is to come.
What's the solution?
There's no Cody or Rex to pull Obi-wan from his hairbrained schemes. Jaster doesn't know anything of what Obi-wan is doing other than Obi-wan wants to do it, so...
Obi-wan plays boogeyman for the Jedi Temple. By being a very public eyecandy hanging off of his husband's arm in the media.
The Jedi Order thinks they keep stumbling into Obi-wan's nefarious Sith plots when it's really just Obi-wan tugging them by their nose to unravel Palpatine's schemes. And since it's actually Palpatine who is the culprit, the Jedi Order just thinks that Obi-wan is far too cunning and keeping his hands very very clean of all the illegal stuff.
Summary: After Order 66, everything was destroyed. The Empire left death and destruction in its wake. But one choice could change everything forever. The question is…is it the right one? Maul x Ahsoka 18+ For Eventual Chapters Warnings: Nonexplicit sexual content, slow burn, PTSD TW, inappropriate use of the force Collab fic with @wasted-headspace-98
TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER •Mild flashbacks
“Are you sure she’s still coming?”
J’has looked to Paxtn, who had his goggles on top of his head. He wore a small frown that was accentuated by the grease on his cheeks. “She said she’s coming. So she’ll be here.” she replied.
Paxtn’s frown deepened slightly as he looked down at the holowatch he wore at all times. “It’s several hours past the time she said she’d be here. Knowing Ahsoka…she’s always punctual.”
That made J’has pause. “It’s fine,” she said. She trusted Ahsoka, and if she gave her word, J’has believed it. But Paxtn was right. Something felt…off. She wasn’t sure what it was, but J’has had a bad feeling about the entire situation.
“Call me when she lands. I need to work on Raider. If I don’t get the turbine fixed, she’s not going anywhere.” J’has looked to her friend and nodded with a small smile. He turned to walk away but paused, glancing back at her. “Don’t forget to call.”
The Mandalorian woman chuckled to herself. It was obvious to her that Paxtn was head over heels for the Grey Jedi. Ahsoka was completely oblivious to the whole thing, which made it that more amusing to J’has.
Paxtn went back to working on J’has’ ship in order to get it functional again. It had taken some heavy damage during the last attack on Ryloth. J’has and her crew had been trying to take relief supplies to a small group of refugees on the planet. But the Empire saw the ship and immediately attacked. Without a lot of backup, the Rebels had taken a heavy loss. The two escort ships were shot down, and J’has lost a couple of her crew members.
She shook her head at the memory as the comm on her wrist began to beep. She looked down and tapped the screen.
Coming in hot.
J’has looked back up at the sky. Her eye’s widened when she saw a ship and a large trail of smoke coming from one of the engines.
“Paxtn,” she called, turning to run towards him. “You said to call you when Ahsoka was landing?”
He poked his head from beneath the ship he was working on. “Yeah?”
“We need a fire and recovery crew immediately. She lost an engine and it looks bad. She’s going to need as much help as she can get.”
Paxtn immediately jumped into action, doing as he was told. J’has turned on her heel and started sprinting towards the landing pad. As she ran, she clicked on the comm. A few seconds later, a shaky image of Ahsoka lit up her wrist.
“I’m not going to make it to the landing pad.” Ahsoka said.
“I figured,” J’has chuckled. “Keep her as steady as you can. What’s your collision coordinates?”
“23 mark 97. Wait, scratch that, mark 92.”
“Paxtn!” J’has shouted. “23 mark 92!”
“Got it boss!”
“It’s going to be a rough ride, J’has.”
“I know. It looks bad from down here.” She turned and started running to the southern side of the camp, where the command center was.
The Togruta snorted. “You should see it from up here. It doesn’t look much better.”
J’has opened the door to the command center and made a beeline for the long range scanner. “What’s been damaged?”
“The main fuel line. There was a leak and the fuel dumped all over my primary engine. The secondary one isn’t doing much better. And I’m pretty sure the compression chamber exploded. That’s going to be a bitch to fix.”
That made J’has chuckle. “Tell me about it. Can you keep her level? My team is 3 minutes out.”
“I can try, but no promises.”
“Copy.” She turned her attention to the channel that had all of her team members. “Paxtn, Nuovis, where are we?”
“90 seconds, boss.” Nuovis said.
“‘Soka? Still with me?”
“Barely. I can’t keep it under control!”
Nuovis launched herself out of the small transport, grabbing her bag as she went. The impact of the crashing ship shook through at least 10 klicks of the planet’s surface. Smoke billowed out from the twin engines, and Nuovis thought she could smell fuel. Which wasn’t good.
“Paxtn, Jarel, help me find her. Get her out as quickly as possible!” she called.
The two men with her jumped into action. Nuovis slammed a small sonic device on the glass of the cockpit and detonated it, blowing the shield out of the way so she could crawl inside the craft. “Ahsoka!” she shouted.
There was no answer.
That made Nuovis panic a bit.
“Guys, she’s likely unconscious. She’ll probably be in the small blast chamber if se was able to make it there.”
She made a quick sweep of the front of the ship, grabbing Ahsoka’s dual sabers and throwing them in her bag. She also grabbed a few small explosive devices in the hopes of keeping the coming explosion to a minimum. Crawling through the debris of the much more damaged bowel of the ship, she made her way down to where the sleeping quarters were. Well, it was more of a hold than actual sleeping quarters, but Ahsoka made it work.
Set on the lower body of the hold was the blast chamber. Ahsoka had built it specifically in the event of a huge crash or explosion. Nuovis carefully made her way towards it and managed to throw the few pieces of debris off the door. When she finally got it cleared, she realized it was unsealed. Which meant Ahsoka wasn’t in there.
“Chamber is negative. She’s somewhere on the ship!”
It wasn’t an overly large vessel, but it was big enough to be a maze when crashed. And it most certainly had done that.
“I’ve got her! Mechanical room.”
“Grab her and get out, Paxtn! There’s a fuel leak and this ship is going to blow any second.”
There was a grunt on the other side of the comm, which was all the confirmation she was going to get. But she didn’t really have time to dwell on it. The Rogue was about to go up in flames.
The whole camp had turned to chaos. Ahsoka was back, but her ship had crashed. She had important intel with her that they may or may not get now because of it. Everyone was scrambling to get the Med Center ready for her. Nuovis said she was pretty badly injured, but it was unclear just how bad it actually was.
J’has managed to keep some semblance of calm as she directed people on what to do. To keep the peace, she had to keep everyone else calm. But she had to admit, she was in a slight panic herself. Ahsoka was one of her closest friends. It was gnawing at J’has not knowing the condition she was in. But there wasn’t time to worry about that now.
She looked up from the tablet in her hands at the sound of her name. It was Nuovis. She had jumped out of the transport and was on the side, trying to help Paxtn and Jarel get Ahsoka out of the shuttle without causing more damage.
“What happened?” she called as she sprinted over to them.
“Not sure. She was towards the rear of the ship, no where near where she should have been,” Nuovis said.
J’has frowned. “What?” What could she have possibly been doing back there? She knew Rogue was going down…what could have been so important she would risk her life for?
“Get her in the med bay. I need to check her injuries.”
J’has watched as Paxtn gently carried Ahsoka, who was still out of it, into the tent that served as their medical center.
“Do you know what this is?” Nuovis asked, getting her attention once again.
J’has frowned and took the garment that Nuovis held out to her. It was well worn, she could tell as much. It was also quite large, and it obviously wasn’t going to fit Ahsoka. She turned it a few times, examining the plain black fabric. She noticed that it was soft, criminally so. It appeared to be a tunic of sorts, but it looked quite complex. “No,” she said. “I don’t recognize it.”
Nuovis hummed. “When Jarel and Paxtn found her, her legs were pinned beneath a large panel from the ship’s wall. She was holding this. Looks like she got knocked on the head before she got pinned.” have dropped control of the ship for?
J’has turned the slightly dirty garment around again, looking for any signs of who it could have belonged to. “Anakin, maybe?” she mumbled to herself. She knew Ahsoka blamed herself for her Master’s death. And she knew the fallen knight had a preference for black robes. It was possible she got her hands on it somehow.
“Whoever it belongs to must’ve been important to her. It almost got her killed.”
Ahsoka’s eyes snapped open. She forced herself to lie still, perfectly aware of the pain shooting through her entire body. Her shoulder felt like it was on fire. There was something in her side, maybe a broken rib, that made it hard for her to breathe.
She let out a slow breath and closed her eyes briefly, trying to calm her raging heart.
“Very good, Lady Tano.”
Ahsoka slowly turned her head, looking for the source of his voice. “Maul?”
He hummed quietly, which infuriated her. Ahsoka wasn’t used to feeling so helpless.
“Calm down, Lady Tano. I told you, no harm would come to you while you’re in my care.”
She took as deep of a breath as she dared. “Will you help me sit up?”
A grunt was all the response she got, but she soon found herself moving into a sitting position. Every part of her body burned with pain, but she fought it with gritted teeth. She felt Maul’s hands on her. They were warm and surprisingly gentle on her good arm and back. She was sure she would have injured herself more if she’d attempted it alone.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
He looked at her for a moment and nodded once. “You’re welcome.”
For the first time, she realized she wasn’t wearing her armor. The thought alarmed her for a second before she recognized the soft black fabric that gently brushed against her skin.
“Being confined in that blood soaked material wasn’t good for your wounds. I needed to clean them again while you were unconscious. Parts of your armor aren’t salvageable, but I saved what I could.” Ahsoka turned to look at him. He could tell there was still suspicion in her expression. Not that he blamed her. She had plenty of reason to be.
“Lady Tano…I rarely ask anything of anyone. But please, for the love of Force, don’t look at me like I’m going to kill you any second.”
That took her by surprise. “Excuse me?”
He raised his lip slightly. “I offered you my hand for a reason, Ahsoka. I wouldn’t extend the offer with any intent to cause you harm. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you’ll be able to relax and let your body heal.” he growled.
Ahsoka felt a stab of guilt. “I’m-“
“Don’t apologize,” he snapped.
His tone almost made her recoil. But she held her ground, in spite of the shiver he sent down her spine.
Don’t let him intimidate you, she thought to herself.
“I’m in a vulnerable position right now,” she said quietly. Her voice made him look at her, and he was surprised to find she was staring at him with her mouth in a hard line. “We’ve met once, and it consisted of fighting to kill each other. Forgive me if I’m a little bit wary of letting my guard down around someone who’s tried to kill my closest friends on more than one occasion.”
He tilted his head at her, his eyes narrowing as he appraised her. After a moment, he let out a quiet rumble and nodded once.
“I can see how that would be…disconcerting.” he said. “I mean you no harm. And I intend to make sure none comes to you while you are in my care.”
Ahsoka blinked in surprise. That wasn’t the reaction she’d been expecting. Curiously, she opened herself to the Force. One thing Anakin had taught her was how to distinguish a person’s intentions by their signature. Even non-force sensitive people carried a signature unique to them. She’d learned how to carefully and quietly manipulate it to tell her the true intent.
His signature was bold and unmistakable. It pulsed with dark energy and hatred. But there was an underlying calm, something that told her immediately that he wasn’t a danger to her.
That revelation made her even more curious.
Honing her focus on his writhing signature, she felt it still.
What are you doing?
His voice was sharp, but she was surprised to find there was no malice. Only curiosity.
Feeling your signature, she responded easily. I haven’t ever felt one like this before.
Have you ever come in contact with the Dark Side like this before?
She paused for a moment. No.
She felt him begin to close himself off, to try and mask his signature. Ahsoka recognized his discomfort and quietly withdrew from the Force, focusing back in on the reality in front of her.
The expression on Maul’s face was conflicted. He looked angry and hurt, but there was something different too.
“Do you make it a habit of invading people’s minds?” he muttered quietly.
Ahsoka cocked her head. “I didn’t realize I was. I’m sorry.”
Maul turned his mouth downwards, frowning at her. “What?”
“I didn’t realize I could be a presence in your mind,” she admitted, looking away. “I’m sorry for the intrusion.”
He scoffed quietly. “For someone who’s supposed to fight the Dark Side in all its forms, you sure seem to use it quite often.”
“You heard me, Lady Tano. You are using the Dark Side.”
Ahsoka woke quietly. There was no immediate danger. There was no unknown presence. But something sent her heart racing.
She coughed and swung her legs over the edge of the bed she was laying on. “How observant, J’has.” she joked.
J’has snorted at her. “Welcome back. You’ve been out of it for a few hours.”
Ahsoka groaned. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
“Just calm down, ‘Soka. We’ve got plenty.”
“Not according to Obi Wan.”
J’has frowned and moved to grab Ahsoka’s arm when the Togruta looked as if she were about to fall off the small bed. Nuovis had tended to the major injuries, but there were some that couldn’t be helped. Such as the obvious concussion. “Start from the beginning.” she instructed.
Ahsoka sighed. “When I left Taris, I received a transmission from Master Kenobi. I learned some…interesting information. He’s also been keeping a watchful eye on the forming Rebel bases in the areas. The Empire is dropping some of their dogs as operatives within the rebellion. Four cells have already been taken down by the war dogs.”
That got J’has’ attention. “Does he think there’s one coming here?”
“As of right now, the cell on Dantooine is the largest group of rebels that we know about. Because of certain members, such as you, this particular cell poses a larger threat to the Empire. From the information that Obi Wan gave me, there’s already three war dogs planted.”
J’has’ eyes narrowed. If there were traitors in her crew, she was going to weed them out. “Did he give you names?”
“No, that was part of the intel that got lost when it came to him. All he knows is that they’re already here. And you need to be ready for any kind of attack.”
The Mandalorian raked a hand through her short hair and cursed under her breath. “What do we do?”
Ahsoka sighed. “Right now, there’s not much you can do. Who’s the newest recruits?”
J’has thought for a moment. “Honestly? We’ve been having a hard time getting people here. The newest was almost a year ago.”
The Togruta frowned. “Then they’ve had plenty of information to send to the Empire. What attacks have gone wrong recently?”
“At least half,” J’has said. “We never really thought much of it, though. We were usually outgunned and outmanned. The majority of the time, it was chalked up to half assed planning.”
Ahsoka shook her head. “They we’re ready for you.”
“I’m seeing that now.”
“Is there anyone that you don’t fully trust?”
J’has sighed roughly. “No. Each one of my crew have put their lives on the line. Most of them have saved my ass more than once. I trust every single one of them.”
“That’s going to be a problem.”
“But that’s not the only one.”
“Oh joy. Do tell.”
“There’s been activity on Moraband.”
J’has paled. “What?”
Ahsoka nodded. “There’s something wrong in the Force.”
“I’ve noticed. Something has been wrong for a long time.”
“I can’t say that Moraband is active for a fact. But there’s plenty of evidence telling me it is. My connection with the planet is…rocky…to say the least. The Commerce Guild is still in full swing, so I don’t think it’s detectable to many others.”
But you can feel it, Snips.
Anakin is right, Ahsoka. You’ve strayed far too close to the Dark Side for our liking. ”
She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a sharp breath. She didn’t have the energy to deal with Anakin and Obi Wan now.
Not now, she hissed.
You spent way too much time with Maul, Ahsoka. That Sith clouded your mind.
Oh, like you never did anything questionable, Master.
“Sidious was there.”
Ahsoka immediately slapped a hand over her friend’s mouth. “Keep it down,” she said.
“What was he doing there?!” J’has demanded. “If he went there seeking the knowledge those ancient Sith hold…Gods Ahsoka, this is bad!”
“I know,” she said, holding her hands in a placating gesture. “From what I gathered, all he did was enrage the Force. It upset the balance. He left empty handed.”
J’has gave Ahsoka a confused look. “How do you know all of this? I know you’re strong with the Force…but how?”
Ahsoka sighed. “I’ve…made some unlikely allies.” she said. “Including Asajj.”
“She’s been an ally for a long time, J’has. She keeps tabs on places like Moraband for me. Places I can’t go. And people I can’t be around.” Ahsoka shook her head, thinking about how she’d ended up with the night sister. She’d learned a lot from Asajj, and she was grateful for what she did. The Night Sister wasn’t so different from the Zabrak she’d spent so much time with.
“You’ve spent a long time with Dathomirians, Ahsoka.”
The Togruta shot J’has a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I know why you’re here, Ahsoka.”
She raised an eyebrow marking and crossed her arms.
“I promised information about Maul.”
Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “And I have important information for you. I wasn’t going to let innocents die because of Sidious.”
J’has sighed and shook her head. “You’re on a mission Ahsoka. He’s alive, and you need to find him.” Ahsoka opened her mouth to say something, but J’has cut her off. “Whatever you went through with him changed you, Ahsoka. It’s not just you that needs him.”
“We do too.”
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Have discovered I’m physically incapable of playing a Sith Warrior as anything except the Force-wielding version of a jock bully from any early 2000s Disney channel movie that has an eventual redemption arc by the fourth sequel movie or so.