Shatterpoint

RP blog for galacticshq

[shxtterpoint]

SAMUEL L JACKSON // have you met MACE WINDU yet? HE is a 53 year old CIS MALE HUMAN. they’re originally from HAARUN KAL and now show loyalty to THE JEDI. they are best known for being a JEDI MASTER i hear they’re pretty FAIR yet also HARSH at times; i hope they survive the galactic civil war.

After his death at the hands of Palpatine and Anakin, Mace wakes outside the temple. Though this wasn’t the temple he had lived his life in. He had been brought forward to the new Jedi Temple. Unsure of where he is and still missing his hand (though his lightsaber was still in his possession thankfully) Mace wants answers as quickly as he can get them. He doesn’t hesitate in heading into the temple, hoping to find someone that at least remembers who he is, still vividly recalling feeling the deaths of the Jedi during Order 66 before his own death.

[sacreficied]

shxtterpoint​   //   mace windu.

“And I am sure you did your best by him considering the situation.” Mace said, squeezing his shoulder again. “Is he here in this time? I’d love to meet my great grandpadawan. I can’t say I thought I’d ever have one.” He chuckled softly.

Mace eyed the mask over his face with a frown though “This mask…what’s it for?” He asked finally. He could only assume it was hiding an injury.

the words were appreciated more than what kanan was ready to express in the moment, though it was clear from the way the corners of his mouth softened into a smile. “yes, he is. i’m sure he’ll be very eager to meet you and master billaba,” he answered.

kanan knew the question was unavoidable. he reached up to remove the mask, revealing the scar slashed across his eyes and nose. “a zabrak named maul. bacta was enough to restore my eyes, but not my sight.” 

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"I look forward to it then.” He said with a smile. And he would, he had never thought he’d have a great grand padawan.

Mace let out a breath as he took the mask off. "Maul...Damn that Sith." he muttered, shaking his head. “You’re lucky, very lucky. Maul isn’t someone to take lightly.”

[mvchinery]

mace !

Mace had always kept a close eye (metaphorically and physically when he could) on Depa. Ever since she’d been his padawan. He’d always kept a look out for her force presence if he could, and it had simply become a habit of his. 

So he felt it when she returned to the world. How could he not? For all he preached the code, he was a bit of a hypocrite when it came to Depa sometimes. He wouldn’t admit it to many, but she was a daughter to him. 

Mace had dropped everything when he picked up on Depa’s signature, something that was thankfully easier than it had been with no war and no position on the new counsel. He’d only let a few people know what he was off to do before he left the temple. 

Depa’s death had been one of the last things he’d felt before he’d succumbed to his injuries, and when he’d finally tracked her down, he froze. She looked the same as he remembered too. And for all his gruffness, he couldn’t help but just watch her fondly for a few moments. Mace had missed her. 

@mvchinery​

a familiar presence brushed up against hers, & for a moment, depa didn’t believe it. yes, she knew that people were being returned from the dead — she herself had been returned from the dead. she just didn’t believe her own luck. a part of her had been missing since she arrived in this time, their old bond, that she couldn’t find again until they were close enough. it had felt … not gone, but different.

mace had always been too proper to say it too openly, but for depa the truth rang loud & clear : mace was a father to her. she loved him, maybe more than the jedi code allowed for. on haruun kal, that love had saved her. but she hadn’t quite known what to do with him since. how to fix things. even how to fix herself.

now, though. it was easy, clear. she turned when she felt him near, a broad, warm smile spreading across her face. “hello, mace. are we going to stand here all day, or will you come give me a hug ? “

[shxtterpoint]

Mace couldn't help but laugh as Depa turned to him and he strode forward, wrapping Depa in a tight hug. Damn appearances, he wasn't a Counsellor anymore, and after everything the order had gone through...maybe it was time to loosen up a bit.

"I am so glad you're back." he admitted quietly, closing his eyes for a moment. "I'm so sorry Depa. We should have looked into things harder, questioned more. So much death could have all been avoided."

[sacreficied]

shxtterpoint​   //   ezra bridger.

Mace sighed quietly “I know. I felt it. Before my own death.” He said softly. “Though I know that she would do the same over again if given the choice. I would have too, in her place.” He said gently.

Smiling at Caleb, he couldn’t help the pride that showed in his voice “Did you? I’m proud of you. That couldn’t have been easy, taking a padawan after everything that happened.”

a tight nod of his head in understanding followed master windu’s words. kanan hadn’t needed to feel it in the force, even when it had echoed, when it had been right there. for a moment, he was grateful that the wound that had blinded him had also destroyed his tear ducts.

“no, it wasn’t easy. i didn’t want to, not at first,” he admitted with a sheepish shake of his head as his hands came to rest behind the small of the back. “but the force brought us together for a reason, and ezra is strong with the force.”

[shxtterpoint]

“And I am sure you did your best by him considering the situation.” Mace said, squeezing his shoulder again. “Is he here in this time? I’d love to meet my great grandpadawan. I can’t say I thought I’d ever have one.” He chuckled softly.

Mace eyed the mask over his face with a frown though “This mask…what’s it for?” He asked finally. He could only assume it was hiding an injury.

[finitefm]

SHXTTERPOINT   ft   MACE   WINDU

Mace grimaced as Viszla nudged the body, and he sighed out. He could see nothing with these creatures. No shatterpoints, no forcé signature. Nothing. It was disconcerting to say the least.

“Yes. It’s a closely guarded secret in the order. At least before it’s fall. Considering our relationship with Mandalorians and you. But I’m a direct member of your lineage. As is my former padawan and her padawan.” Mace told them, snorting a little and sending another Hapan flying that had tried to go for a nearby senator.

Another ended impaled on his saber, and Mace let the body drop as he glanced to Tarre “It’s an honor to fight with you as well. Assuming we both make it out of here alive, I’d be glad to catch you up on your lineage if you’d like.” He offered. “The information was given to me before my death.”

a   closely   guarded   SECRET.   of   course.   they   should   not   have   felt   surprised.   they   would   take   it   as   a   sign   of   shame   from   any   other   order.   they   did   not   know   what   to   make   of   the   jedi   anymore.   it   was   a   disorienting   feeling.

❛   there   are   more   ?   ❜   their   misgivings   with   the   jedi   did   nothing   to   lessen   the   sheer   GLADNESS   in   their   voice.   a   whole   lineage.   a   lineage   to   meet   and   try   to   know,   some   hint   of   proof   that   they   had   an   impact   with   the   JEDI   too,   not   just   the   mandalorians.   even   a   secret   one.   they   would   take   some   last   scrap   of   what   had   been   their   home.  

tarre   disarmed   another   hapan   with   a   twist   of   the   force,   capturing   him   in   a   headlock   and   swiftly   choking   him   into   unconsciousness.   ❛   i   would   appreciate   that   opportunity.   ❜   they   tilted   their   head   slightly.   ❛   at   the   hands   of   the   sith.   was   it   this   …   PALPATINE   i   have   heard   of   ?   ❜

[shxtterpoint]

“There are. Though I don’t think they know of the connection.” Mace said as they fought. “Once we survive this. I’ll see what I can arrange.”

“Hm. Yes. Darth Sideous. Though he was helped by a Jedi.” He muttered. He didn’t know what had become of Anakin, but the darkness that surrounded the man hadn’t boded well for him.

[shxtterpoint]

Mace had just finished evacuating another group of civilians when he spotted yet another familiar face in the fighting that he hadn’t known was back. And one of the creatures advancing behind.

“Quinlan! Behind!” He barked out, lifting a piece of rubble that was once part of the ceiling and hurling it towards the creature. They might not react to the force or lightsabers, but even these things were vulnerable to a couple hundred pounds of duracrete flattening them.

@jedixmaverick

[sacreficied]

shxtterpoint​   //   mace windu.

Mace smiled, though he couldn’t help but feel concerned about the mask on Caleb’s face. He would have to ask about that. “I’ve only recently come through. I had to spend some time with the healers as well.”

“You look good Caleb. You look like you’ve grown into a fine young man.” He said fondly, reaching out and squeezing his grandpadawan’s shoulder. “Taller than me now as well. I remember you barely reaching my knee.” He teased.

his head nodded in understanding, although kanan wasn’t sure what exactly master windu must have been referencing. it didn’t feel appropriate to ask blatantly. “still, we’re lucky.” the jedi order needed stability. the kind of wise understanding that master windu had was rare.

“well – i uh, i’ve tried,” he ran a hand over his hair, pulled back into a ponytail, fortunately having grown back out again. “things changed when the order fell. master billaba died so i could survive. i ended up finding a padawan of my own to train, ezra.”

[shxtterpoint]

Mace sighed quietly “I know. I felt it. Before my own death.” He said softly. “Though I know that she would do the same over again if given the choice. I would have too, in her place.” He said gently.

Smiling at Caleb, he couldn’t help the pride that showed in his voice “Did you? I’m proud of you. That couldn’t have been easy, taking a padawan after everything that happened.”

[sacreficied]

shxtterpoint​   //   mace windu.​

During the war, there had been a lot of things that Mace had missed that he regretted. Getting to spend more time with his grandpadawan had been one of them. The fall from Palpatine’s office hadn’t killed him immediately, he’d been able to slow himself enough despite his wounds that he’d still been alive to feel Depa’s death. But he couldn’t recall feeling Caleb’s. 

Now that he had settled back into life again, Mace needed to know what had happened to the boy. But none of his searches for Caleb Dume had returned with anything. 

He’d barely left his room when he felt the familiar force signature though. 

The man that the force guided Mace to was a far cry from the young boy he remembered, but the force signature was still the same. There was no doubt that the man across the room was his grandpadawan.

 “…Caleb?” 

.

for nearly twenty years, caleb was a name that kanan had been able to avoid with moderate success. near the end, it had come up –– dume had come up, as though he had ever really been able to escape from his past. caleb had been the name that he had chosen for himself a few years before the clone wars and it still held meaning to him, still felt like a piece of him, even if it wasn’t who he was now. 

“master windu,” a quiet note of surprise lightened his voice as he turned toward where kanan could feel the other man in the room. the mask that he’d become comfortable with sat on his face, but he was not the only one in the room who did not need to rely on sight to guide him.

a deep breath pulled in through his nose and kanan stood a little taller, unaware that he was slightly taller than his grandmaster now. “i hadn’t heard yet that you had been brought back through the rift, too,” he admitted. “i’m glad that you are. the order needs someone like you.”

[shxtterpoint]

Mace smiled, though he couldn’t help but feel concerned about the mask on Caleb’s face. He would have to ask about that. “I’ve only recently come through. I had to spend some time with the healers as well.”

“You look good Caleb. You look like you’ve grown into a fine young man.” He said fondly, reaching out and squeezing his grandpadawan’s shoulder. “Taller than me now as well. I remember you barely reaching my knee.” He teased.

[finitefm]

SHXTTERPOINT   ft   MACE   WINDU

Mace stared for a long moment at the black force lightening shooting from the Mandalorian’s hand before he shook himself out of it and drove his saber through a Hapan guard that had the misfortune to target him.

There was no doubt who this was. The closely guarded lineage secrets he’d learned after becoming a counsel member and the fact that this was a Mandalorian wielding the force told him that.

“My apologies grandmaster. The last time I saw Sith Lightning it was being used on me.” The title slipped from him without even thinking. He didn’t even know if Tarre Vizsla knew they had a Jedi lineage at all.

Originally posted by bonniebirddoesgifs

❛   i   am   no   sith,   ❜   they   replied   without   thinking   through   the   rest   of   his   words,   busy   turning   to   inspect   the   fallen   warrior.   the   creatures   had   seemed   UNKILLABLE   –   a   nudge   with   their   boot   told   them   otherwise.   they   did   not   savor   the   knowledge   of   the   victory   for   long,   because,   ❛   GRANDMASTER   ?   ❜

they   turned   back   to   face   him   with   emotion   writ   more   clearly   across   their   face   than   they   EVER   allowed.   they   had   often   thought   of   their   former   padawan   after   they   left   the   order.   but   when   they   had   reached   out   she   had   not   answered   and   they   could   not   blame   her.   but   a   LINEAGE   ?   one   that   could   extend   even   to   this   time   ?   they   had   not   known.  

❛   you   are   of   my   lineage.   ❜   with   the   force   they   knocked   aside   a   hapan   that   had   begun   to   ATTACK   them   from   behind,   keenly   focused   on   the   jedi   without   allowing   themself   to   be   struck   in   the   fight.   ❛   then   it   is   an   honor   to   fight   with   you.   ❜

[shxtterpoint]

Mace grimaced as Viszla nudged the body, and he sighed out. He could see nothing with these creatures. No shatterpoints, no forcé signature. Nothing. It was disconcerting to say the least.

“Yes. It’s a closely guarded secret in the order. At least before it’s fall. Considering our relationship with Mandalorians and you. But I’m a direct member of your lineage. As is my former padawan and her padawan.” Mace told them, snorting a little and sending another Hapan flying that had tried to go for a nearby senator.

Another ended impaled on his saber, and Mace let the body drop as he glanced to Tarre “It’s an honor to fight with you as well. Assuming we both make it out of here alive, I’d be glad to catch you up on your lineage if you’d like.” He offered. “The information was given to me before my death.”

[shxtterpoint]

starter for @jedixcode​

The first mission Mace gave himself after figuring out what the hell was going on was to find any Jedi he could that came from his time. He needed to know who had survived and who had been brought forward after their deaths like he was. 

The first he managed to run across was Obi-Wan. Because of course it was. Yoda’s lineage was always involved.

“Obi-Wan!” He called out, striding across the distance. He looked exactly as Mace remembered him, and the older man was simply happy that at least one person he had been relatively close to was in this time as well. 

[jedixcode]

       obi-wan’s heart did a summersault, the voice was just like he remembered, for him it had been mere months since the last time he had heard master windu, and the memories of being scolded by the legendary master were quick to flood his mind. obi-wan had to remind himself he was not longer that hyperactive padawan and stopped himself from breaking into a run. 

           he could not however stop the look of relief on his face, nor the smile that had just showed up, ❝master windu, thank the force❞ obi-wan said voice full of hope and optimism, learning about master windu’s death had been a painful experience for obi-wan, which was why he hesitated to ask ❝when are you coming from?❞

[shxtterpoint]

Mace smiled at Obi-Wan and clapped him on the shoulder for a moment “I am glad to see you Master Kenobi. You look well.” He said, looking the other master over. “Ah. From my death unfortunately.” He said, glancing down to the stump where he was still waiting to get a prosthetic.

[finitefm]

CLOSED   for   @shxtterpoint​​​​   ft   MACE   WINDU

a   jedi   was   never   truly   unarmed.   tarre   did   not   like   the   name   any   longer   but   the   TRUTH   of   it   remained   –   weaponless,   stripped   of   most   of   their   armor,   they   stood   their   ground   nonetheless   as   the   yuuzhan   vong   unknown   sentient   tore   through   a   squadron   of   hapan   guards   and   charged   them.   their   fingers   sparked   and   black   force   lightning   unlike   that   wielded   by   ANY   other   force   user   burned   bright.   it   arched   through   the   air,   sending   the   warrior   writhing   with   pain   and   slowly   falling.   they   took   a   steadying   breath   and   glanced   over   at   the   pair   of   eyes   they   felt   trained   on   them.   ❛   are   you   going   to   stare   or   FIGHT   ?   ❜

[shxtterpoint]

Mace stared for a long moment at the black force lightening shooting from the Mandalorian’s hand before he shook himself out of it and drove his saber through a Hapan guard that had the misfortune to target him.

There was no doubt who this was. The closely guarded lineage secrets he’d learned after becoming a counsel member and the fact that this was a Mandalorian wielding the force told him that.

“My apologies grandmaster. The last time I saw Sith Lightning it was being used on me.” The title slipped from him without even thinking. He didn’t even know if Tarre Vizsla knew they had a Jedi lineage at all.

[shxtterpoint]

Mace had always kept a close eye (metaphorically and physically when he could) on Depa. Ever since she’d been his padawan. He’d always kept a look out for her force presence if he could, and it had simply become a habit of his. 

So he felt it when she returned to the world. How could he not? For all he preached the code, he was a bit of a hypocrite when it came to Depa sometimes. He wouldn’t admit it to many, but she was a daughter to him. 

Mace had dropped everything when he picked up on Depa’s signature, something that was thankfully easier than it had been with no war and no position on the new counsel. He’d only let a few people know what he was off to do before he left the temple. 

Depa’s death had been one of the last things he’d felt before he’d succumbed to his injuries, and when he’d finally tracked her down, he froze. She looked the same as he remembered too. And for all his gruffness, he couldn’t help but just watch her fondly for a few moments. Mace had missed her. 

@mvchinery​

[drewsburyhq-deactivated20230619]

The  Force  has  been  his  guide  for  as  long  as  he  could  remember.  His  only  confidant  when  he  was  just  a  child,  too  focused  on  proving  his  worthiness  to  make  more  than  one  friend.  Now  however,  even  The  Force  has  betrayed  him.  The  Count  Dooku  these  people  knew  was  a  slave  to  The  Dark  Side.  In  his  own  time  it  had  been  just  in  nightmares.  He  had  no  intention  of  staying  in  the  Jedi  Order  before,  with  his  former  padawan  murdered  and  the  Jedi  Council  so  focused  on  the  politics  that  they  didn’t  see  the  true  danger  that  laid  ahead.  That  did  not  mean  that  he  was  destined  for  The  Dark  Side.  Now  he  would  not  even be  welcome  in  his  home  from  childhood.  Of  that,  he  was  sure.  Musings  could  only  last  so  long  though,  and  he  looked  up,  sensing  something  in  The  Force  almost  immediately.  Friend  or  foe?  Since  returning,  the  latter  was  much  more  common.  As  he  ignites  his  lightsaber,  the  blue  is  visible  while  little  else  is  in  the  deserted  alley  way.  “  I  am  not  looking  for  trouble.  “  

@galacticsopens​ 

[shxtterpoint]

Mace stilled as he recognized the force present of the man at the other end of the alley way well before he saw him. He had no way of knowing what version of Dooku had been brought through the rift. Was it the Jedi Master so many had looked up to? Or the Sith Lord who had brought so much destruction down on the galaxy? Mace would hope for the former, but he expected the latter. 

Despite the blue blade that lit up the dim alley way, Mace still lit his own, purple igniting the other end. “You’ll have to forgive me if I have a hard time believing that Count.” 

[shxtterpoint]

starter for @sacreficied​

During the war, there had been a lot of things that Mace had missed that he regretted. Getting to spend more time with his grandpadawan had been one of them. The fall from Palpatine’s office hadn’t killed him immediately, he’d been able to slow himself enough despite his wounds that he’d still been alive to feel Depa’s death. But he couldn’t recall feeling Caleb’s. 

Now that he had settled back into life again, Mace needed to know what had happened to the boy. But none of his searches for Caleb Dume had returned with anything. 

He’d barely left his room when he felt the familiar force signature though. 

The man that the force guided Mace to was a far cry from the young boy he remembered, but the force signature was still the same. There was no doubt that the man across the room was his grandpadawan.

 “...Caleb?” 

[shxtterpoint]

starter for @jedixcode​

The first mission Mace gave himself after figuring out what the hell was going on was to find any Jedi he could that came from his time. He needed to know who had survived and who had been brought forward after their deaths like he was. 

The first he managed to run across was Obi-Wan. Because of course it was. Yoda’s lineage was always involved.

“Obi-Wan!” He called out, striding across the distance. He looked exactly as Mace remembered him, and the older man was simply happy that at least one person he had been relatively close to was in this time as well.