“Drop your weapons!” barked the young Captain, joining the boy who was at the front of their group—-a big boned young man better suited to wrestling draft horses than a rifle. But he held it steady for all that.
And before he could stop her, Sola slid in front of Piett, hands wide as she gently let the Enfield slide from her hand to the ground.
“We are trying to reach the Allied lines,” she stated, voice morphing from exhausted woman at the end of her rope, to elegant British aristocrat in a moment. He loved her ridiculously. “I wish to see your commanding officer.”
The Captain looked quite uncertain in the face of such confident tones. He looked more so when Leia also stepped forward.
“My father is General Anakin Skywalker,” she said. “He was supposed to land once the beachheads were secured. If at all possible, please let him know you’ve found us. And these gentlemen are with us.”
Piett flicked a glance at Veers. It was almost amusing that the tiny girl was standing in front of a man of Max’s height, but the circumstances were on a knife’s edge and Leia’s courage was no laughing matter.
“A General?” the Captain replied skeptically. “And you’re all what? Taking a stroll through the country?”
“Well it’s such a lovely war,” Solo said, clearly fed up. “We thought we’d get a better view.”
If that is not the most long suffering look in the history of ever…
Thought you might like this @winterinhimring
“What have we possibly done to merit this treatment?” she snapped. She ran her hands over Leia’s arms, aware that both of their hearts were thundering madly.
The Major smiled thinly.
“This is routine, Fraulein, when we have reason to believe enemy agents are being concealed. No one is immune and you know that by now.”
Sola took the basket out of Leia’s hands and stepped beyond the Major to set it on the counter.
He followed and stood uncomfortably close.
“Of course, I am not above persuasion to…overlook any little…indiscretions,” he purred in her ear and he ran a hand down her arm possessively.
Sola repressed her shudder, but she felt filthy at his touch, the hair on her arms rising in revulsion.
“Perhaps some black market items you desire?” he continued, lips brushing her hair at the join of her ear and her neck.
And inexplicably, hazel eyes came into her mind. The feel of a wiry arm under her hand. I hate to leave you. Quiet but fervent tones.
Obi Wan vs Anakin
art by SATURN255
This is incredible and makes me sad at the same time
Luke watched the battle anxiously, absolutely sick with fear for Ben. The man in black looked so very scary and he was big and powerful.
Further he had armed soldiers with him. Even if Ben somehow beat the man, he’d be shot immediately.
Luke closed his eyes, trying to reach for the power Ben told him he had. He knew he could feel…something…but he couldn’t touch it. It was like an item on a shelf just out of his reach.
Quite suddenly he felt a surge of alarm and he snapped his eyes open to realize that the small officer was mere feet from him. The one who’d ordered the men not to point their weapons at Luke.
“Hello,” he said cautiously, keeping both hands out where Luke could see them. “I’m not here to hurt you, son.”
Luke scoffed at him.
“Oh yeah? Then what’s going on down there? I should trust people who are trying to kill Ben?”
The man’s lean face took on a resigned look. “Fair point. But I’d like to make sure that you are safe. As you can see—-”
He trailed off and slung his rifle over his head and into his hands. Luke jerked his own gaze to where the man was looking, and to his horror saw streams of black clad troops entering the cavern led by a woman with skin like Fellarian chocolate. But her aura was anything but soothing and warm. She bore a strange and different red blade and didn’t even say anything as she attacked the man fighting Ben from behind.
Wolffe stayed on his General’s 4 o’clock as they flew patrol, Jag on the 8 o’clock. Koon really ought to be resting after his tremendous efforts for their victory, but his General wanted his men to be able to rest first. He had given the old ‘Kel Dor have more durable biology’ excuse once more and he knew Wolffe didn’t buy it. But he gave it anyway.
So Wolffe had merely inclined his head, respectfully said ‘yes, Sir’ and promptly joined him.
Two can play this game, sir. I will look out for you, while you look out for us.
“Commander?” Jag’s voice came over the headset.
“What is it, Jag?”
“Sir, I’m getting a notification about a top security command. Direct from Coruscant, sir.”
Well that was unusual. But then Wolffe realized his own comms were blinking the urgent pattern. He didn’t think he’d ever seen this symbol before. They’d learned it in theory of course—a direct command that bypassed even their Jedi Generals to go to their entire forces. But only in the event of dire circumstances…
Wolffe’s lungs were ice.
What did this mean? Had something happened on Coruscant? Was Fox…?
“Better tap it, Jag. I imagine the General is getting it as well.”
He tapped at the panel and then opened a channel to his commanding officer as the tiny holo image sprang to life.
“Sir, have you received—-”
Execute Order 66.
I drew a thing
I love the thing
Leia and uncle Obi-Wan going starcruiser watching 💖🥺💖
This is currently hurting all my feelings
really into the idea of star wars as a high fantasy epic lately
(click for better quality)
(Also, just been informed that people have already done this [alot better than me too lol] but I still had fun and that’s all that matters :) )
GORGEOUS!! Having written one of these myself I say go for it!!
Leia considers her newly revealed heritage on board Home One as she looks out at Endor in the wake of the Rebellion's victory. She longs to ask someone a question
“I’m not a General, Wolffe,” she told him without reproach.
“Well…what are you then, ma’am?” he asked. “What you just accomplished here seemed rather General like.”
Leia matched her breathing with Kaysh and soaked in all the calm feelings in the Force surrounding the Loth wolf.
“I appreciate that, Commander,” she replied, smiling over at him. “But I’ve never thought of myself that way. I’ve always been the one working in the political realm primarily. I mean, yes, I’ve done what I had to given we’ve been in a galactic war, and clearly we’re still in the mopping up operations. But...I'm not sure I'm ready to...to be a General in that sense."
He nodded and considered.
“Well, ma’am, I’ve worked with numerous generals in my career. And…you make a fine one.”
kenobi series ended… me: makes a compilation of obi wan and kids to heal my own heart
Bless you
I imagine Cody & Wolffe passively mentioning how Fox is way too overworked and this is the result: resigned mandatory tea time
And Fox doesn’t know this and thinks it’s presumptuous that the Jedi keep delaying his work for some tea but it seems to be working
Bonus:
I love this
Even as he shuddered and battled against the connection he’d long thought dead, she moved to his side and gently raised a hand to his cheek.
“You’re crying,” she said softly.
