A True Jedi Weathers The Storm

Independent Star Wars OC account. No pics/gifs are mine unless stated. Some NSFW content. Will be under a Read More and/or tagged accordingly. I track the tag ajediweathersthestorm This is a sideblog, so asks and such will come from the main blog: darkestshadeofgrey carrd

[t4tstarvingdog]

*through gritted teeth* every day i choose to be kind *barely restraining myself from violence* i choose to have compassion *tamping down the vicious bloodlust inside me* i choose to care and to be kind and to love

[house-of-crows]

If you are a Pacifist and do not hold the ability to do real tangible violence you are not a Pacifist, you are HARMLESS.

[tellstales-deactivated20231231]

His words are met with thoughtful silence. While it is true they are stronger together, they are also a larger target together. "I couldn't ask you to put yourselves in such a dangerous position," she protests. If she can't keep her own padawan safe, the least she can do is keep Gil and his padawan safe in the meantime.

[ajediweathersthestorm]

"You're not, asking; I'm offering. We're all in a dangerous position these days, but that's just all the more reason for us to have people to watch our backs. We'll find Rhya together, and make sure we all stay alive long enough to do it."

[2sabers-deactivated20230814]

@ajediweathersthestorm // ❛  please just let me help you.  ❜

"The only way you can help me is by staying out of my way," she replies through gritted teeth, ripping off a piece of her sleeve to wind tight around a rather large gash on her left arm. She probably should rest if all the blossoming blood stains and bruises are anything to go by. Despite the pain, she mentally and emotionally can't rest. Her padawan is out there. It's dangerous to be alone, especially with everyone on the hunt for Jedi since dreaded Order 66. "My padawan is out there. It would not matter if every bone of my body was broken or if I could no longer walk and had to crawl instead... My padawan is out there and I will not leave her to take on the universe by herself."

[ajediweathersthestorm]

Gil glanced over at his own nearby padawan as he walked in step alongside Eylin, then returned his gaze to her. "Trust me, I understand. I would never suggest you abandon your padawan, I'm only saying you don't have to search alone. Elias an I can help you, and besides; there are too few of us left not to stick together when we can."

[loisfreakinglane]

— Nikita, “Sideswipe” ~ Give me one good reason. Because you owe me. Ha. Oh, this should be good. How do I owe you, Cyrus? You think you’re the only person that can track someone through their weapons?

[loisfreakinglane]

— Nikita, “Sideswipe”

[ajediweathersthestorm]

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[lionthought]

she’d always loved small towns. a childhood reared by the hardships and happiness of farm life kept that affection alive and well across the years. little hubs of domesticity never paled in interest to sheeka tull, for each method and schedule changed with the crop and the tillers of the soil orbited in tandem with each flowering plant.

then again she’d only been alive seventeen years and that wasn’t many in comparison to a galactic home that spanned over hundreds of thousands of light years. with so much to see, as much as she loved the slice of stars that made up her home sector, surely other things would one day captivate her fancy. so, so many new planets out beyond the velvet skies and she was still so young. 

all her youth meant as she picked her way across the outer rim was that she had time. enough to spool the curling web of the cosmos into a pearly knot full of threads for her to pull. it was the life that escaped her when she’d been moored to atrivis 7. 

yet somehow she’d jackknifed to her home sector to poke her nose into everything that couldn’t possibly concern her before returning to the last standing vestiges of a homestead younger sister arlet was holding together in sheeka’s brief absence. just in time for summertime in gibbela and its wealth of farmers’ markets sprouting next to fields of rotund, gleaming crimson produce.

               ❝ two pounds of fruit, please. ❞

a squat, humanoid woman peered flatly up at sheeka from under her wide brimmed straw hat. at least she appeared humanoid at first glance. for all sheeka knew, a shifted dazouri might be hiding under that skin. 

              ❝ here from close by? ❞

sheeka blinked, then tilted her head with a smile.  ❝ what makes you say that? ❞

             ❝ that’s the atrivis accent all right, just not here. you on vacation? ❞  this time sheeka didn’t miss the sardonic bend to the stall-keeper’s voice. 

             ❝ no, my sister loves these. home’s 7. at least it will have been once i’ve helped her move out. we’re saying goodbye to it together. ❞

stiffly, the farmer nodded and waved forward sheeka’s credits before handing over the mounds of crystal-hued fruit in their dried bark pulp containers. sheeka smiled again over her earthy smelling acquisitions.  ❝ thanks. i’ll eat half before i before i land. ❞

a partial smirk floated at the corner of her seller’s lips before it was wiped away at a crescendo of noise somewhere behind sheeka. turning carefully so as not to upset her bounty, the young woman pivoted around to see a knot of farmers squabbling mutely with a robed man, while another, younger one hovered off to the side. for those who knew the dazouri and their tempers, the sight could spell a situation tipping toward dangerous. still, the disparity between heights of farmers and interlopers was nearly hysterical. 

jedi.  either she’d spoken her thought aloud or the farmer muttered it, but either way…. what a strange vision all this way in the outer rim. what seemed the middle of agricultural nowhere.

nimble heels carried her quickly to where the young man looked on. with skin as dark as her own, he shone under the mid-year harvest sun. 

             ❝ careful, ❞  sheeka crushed into a whisper from the side her her mouth,  ❝ the locals are shapeshifters. upset them and they’ll grow five times the size they are now. fun to imagine, not to see. they don’t take kindly to their days being disrupted. ❞

                     for @ajediweathersthestorm​       /      before the storm.

[ajediweathersthestorm]

The horror of Galidraan had stuck with Gil; had burrowed into his bones and made itself at home too deep to simply be shaken off. Master Daymet, on the contrary, had somehow managed to see it all as ‘unfortunate but necessary’. No matter his master’s attempts to rationalize it, Gil was unable to find any way to justify such a massive loss of life, particularly one so entirely avoidable. This friction eventually prompted the young Jedi Knight to cease speaking with his master.

Years after their last heated exchange, master and former padawan found that they had both chosen to stop on the same planet for a resupply. The chances of both being on Gibbela at once were astronomical, but The Force ever worked in mysterious ways. The older Jedi took the initiative to approach, and rather than attempt to ignore him Gil stood his ground and hated how much it made him feel like a child to once again be under Master Daymet’s intense and scrutinizing gaze.

“Master.“

“Padawan.”

“I haven’t been that in a long time, as you’re well aware.”

“And yet you’ve still so much to learn.”

Gil clenched his fists for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and let his hands go lax with a sigh. “I think it would be best for us each if we simply go about our business and depart. No need for us to go through another pointless round of arguments.” Daymet scoffed, arms crossed tightly and his gaze narrowing further. “Yes, your youthful obstinance does make it difficult for you to see reason.” Rather than further engage, Gil acted on his suggestion and headed towards the market, with Daymet fuming quietly close behind.

Once they reached the various stalls, they had separate goals, but once Gil overheard his former master squabbling with some locals, he found he couldn’t wholly ignore it. As he turned and debated his approach, he noticed someone who was clearly another traveler step up and give him a warning. She was just a kid-though he was hardly one to talk- yet already held a sense of worldliness that he felt rivaled his own. With the situation with Daymet in his peripheral in case of a need of direct intervention, he turned the bulk of his attention to the stranger who had earned his first smile, though a small one, of the day.

“Oh yes, I’ve been witness to it before. Thankfully not on the receiving end, though, and it seems I may get to see it once more.” He shot a pointed glance at Daymet’s back quickly before shifting focus back. “I greatly appreciate the warning, though, thank you. I’m Gil.” He held out a hand, smile growing some as he tried to give the proper level of politeness to someone who had cared enough to interject.

[ajediweathersthestorm]

commandsir​:

                           ❝ you disagreed with them that much? ❞  she doesn’t know if surprise or interest gets to the forefront first, but both fight for dominance as her puzzled examination of the master intensifies.  ❝ when you say different… what exactly does that mean? i think the council ought to be a little more nervous if a master like you turned down a seat! but what do i know - i can’t understand half of the decisions they make. ❞

He sighs softly, sharing in her confusion and exasperation. “If this were a more pleasant topic, I might have been flattered by that perspective, but as it stands it only serves to further disappoint. I turned down the invitation to the council because I didn’t feel I could be the most effective peacekeeper I can be from that position. Sometimes, I wonder if that’s exactly why I should  have taken it; to try and help steer things in a better direction. Too late to take it back now, though.”

[ajediweathersthestorm]

commandsir​:

                   ❝ why are you telling me this? seems a little risky putting that kind of opinion out there. but just between us, i kind of agree. did they do something to tick you off? ❞

“Well, while I don’t exactly want you to start spreading it around, if you did the council wouldn’t be all that surprised. I think turning down a seat at the table a while back made it clear I’m not their biggest fan. It’s not that they’ve done something specific to upset me, I just...let’s just say I remember when things used to be different.”

[ajediweathersthestorm]

theyeardecembered​:

“ is his captivity the reason i can drop him with such simplicity in under two minutes ? … where can you find fresh air here ? it ‘ s stodgy with recollections of old and the memories of imprints left too long after. if he can find fresh air to discover solace in and he ‘ s hoarding it , he ‘ s going to be privy to the aforementioned two minute drop. i cannot hear my own thoughts. i have not experienced silence in more cycles than i have been alive. “

There’s a solemnity to her words he finds ill-fitting of one so young. He knows of her hardships and laments them, and perhaps even more so laments how true her words ring with him. “Sadly, I must say I feel much the same. There was a time, if you can believe it, where this was the only place I truly felt I could breathe. It’s been a long time since that was true, I’m afraid.”

[ajediweathersthestorm]

theyeardecembered​:

“ i cannot feel him currently around me. or have you lost him ? because i believe he is your responsibility , master berek. despite how often one thinks he is mine. “ the two have been inseparable an age. it is not unusual to find one , and then the other , but it is the young jackal less given to company.

“While Elias is indeed my charge, I do have to let him off the leash once in a while. It’s good for him to stretch his legs and get the fresh air.”

[ajediweathersthestorm]

theyeardecembered​:

“ jackal. “ she corrects , almost politely. makes a show of turning a head over her shoulder and looking confused , turning around in place , checking under a boot. and then she’s standing on one limb , pointing to the shoe’s sole while glancing up at master berek , “ oh. sorry. i thought i got him stuck underfoot again. “

He watches quizzically as she begins her gestures, then lets out a short laugh when it finally clicks. “Looks like he’s slipped away for the time being. I”m sure he’ll find his way back before long."

[ajediweathersthestorm]

@theyeardecembered​

“Young Miss Ya’qul. I’m surprised I don’t see my padawan trailing behind you.”

[ajediweathersthestorm]

commandsir​:

                         ❝ which one? you’ll have to be more specific. are you talking about when we rescued padmé or that time i chased down ventress? the council can’t be right all the time. ❞

“I’d say it’s not right often at all, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

[ajediweathersthestorm]

@commandsir​

“You know, the council wouldn’t be very pleased with that stunt you two pulled... Good thing I’m not on the council.”

[ajediweathersthestorm]

@aniimvs​

“Young Ren. I’m surprised to see you without you usual two hip attachments. Off to anywhere pressing?”

[ajediweathersthestorm]

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