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funniest adhd thing is when you're like ugh. doing this simple task would be too hard. guess i'll do a difficult one instead
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Rey’s awestruck expression made him smile. He should have thought about this- of course she wouldn’t have seen so much greenery before. This must be incredible for her.
ObiWan paused at her query, flicking his wingtips thoughtfully. “That… is a very good question, Rey,” he said. “That depends. I don’t really know what happened here after the Battle of Endor.”
Truth be told, he’d been a bit distant from the mortal plane for a time after the Death Star’s destruction. He’d withdrawn some, his primary duty with Luke completed and- well, in all honesty, he’d been happy to welcome Anakin back to the Light. He’d missed his brother dearly. And then it had been occasional visits to Luke, until the Force drew him to Jakku and he’d spent the majority of time watching over his daughter and trying not to drift away into the ether. But he could make a few educated guesses.
“It depends on how much activity there was after the battle,” he said. “Imperial and Rebel forces would have been interested in combing the wreckage and making off with anything that might provide valuable information, and Imperial sympathizers may have wanted souvenirs, trying to make martyrs out of Palpatine and Vader. Imperial Intelligence probably wanted some for their propaganda efforts. But- the Death Star was the size of a small moon. It seems unlikely they could have hauled everything away.” He smiled wryly at his daughter. “I admit I don’t know how much that would go for, you’re more of an expert in salvage efforts than I am. If you think we can make off with enough to keep us in funds, then we should make the attempt.”
Another flick of his wingtips. He’d thought to acquire the necessary funds through other avenues, but if they could make enough money selling scrap to keep them operating, then he certainly wasn’t going to protest the notion. “Alright. We look for the kyber crystals first. Then you identify what’s best for us to take.” They weren’t on a tight time schedule, after all. They could probably make off with a fair bit. Rey’d done enough salvaging from Imperial wreckage that she would certainly be able to identify what was the most valuable for its weight. “It’ll be nice to have a financial cushion. We will need fuel, parts for the Falcon, funds to get ourselves some ident-chips, basic supplies… new clothes wouldn’t hurt. Nor would real food.” He’d like to get his hands on a couple of blasters. He desperately wanted a lightsaber to hand, but they did draw attention. Blasters would be less conspicuous.
And tea. Force, he wanted to lay in a supply of decent tea.
Should he get armor? He was accustomed to wearing it at need, and they were going into a potentially dangerous situation. If he were alone, he’d get himself some armor and pass himself off as a bounty hunter. Mandalorian, maybe, he still knew the language, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d pulled a stunt like that. People didn’t harass Mandalorians.
He could almost hear Cody again, muttering about jetiise and their refusal to wear sensible gear into combat.
Hmm. Something to consider.
And if they were going to make some salvaging trips, maybe he’d get that chance to stretch his wings after all.
He half-closed his eyes, reaching out with his senses to try and see if he could find any signs of the kyber crystals they sought. The Force lay heavy and dark over this entire moon, feeling cold and slippery and more than a little fetid. But there was a sense, a little bright spark that beckoned to him. He smiled and rested a hand on Rey’s shoulder. “Open yourself to the Force,” he murmured. “Like we practiced. You feel that little spark, about a kilometer northeast from here?”
Was it his imagination, or did he feel something else, something dark, shifting out there?
✧—- She all but beamed at her father. Of course, she knew that at least looking at what salvage might be lying about was a good idea. She’d managed to keep herself alive for most of her life by salvaging, after all, but the praise from a parent and even the agreement to go along with her plan…
Sue her, she was absolutely giddy to actually have a parent to pull that sort of reaction from. The last time she had a dynamic where anyone praised her or reassured her or validated her decisions was Asmund, and he’d been gone for such a long time. Rey hadn’t been anything more than a little girl when the First Order took him away. Having that reassurance back… It was everything to her. Even more so than the incredible views of Endor and how breathtaking the non-desert was.
She still found herself a little awestruck while actually taking in their surroundings, though. It was easy to just stand there and get lost in the sight of something she’d never experienced before. Jakku was always more of the same. There were some spots you needed to be mindful of because of sinking sand pits or wreckage that would draw a lot of attention from other scavengers, but otherwise, it was just miles upon miles of desert sand with hardly anything to break it up. This, though?
Force, the massive trees alone were enough to steal her breath away.
She found her fingers itching to reach for something to sketch with. Asmund left her a journal that belonged to her mother. Inside that journal were journal entries ranging from anything that had to do with their life prior to Obi-Wan, to ramblings about magic and how it worked, to random studies on subjects Rey couldn’t even begin to understand. It was also filled with drawings and doodles, though, and Rey always responded most vividly to those. They allowed her to see into her mother’s world, and while she wasn’t nearly the artist that Loki was, she’d picked up the habit herself. She’d never agree, but she’d actually grown quite good, too, and she so badly wanted to plop herself down and just… draw the foliage that stretched out in front of her.
Odd, considering she also wanted to go running through the trees, uncaring if Obi-Wan could keep up with her or not.
The hand on her shoulder brought her back from her mind racing out into this strange new moon, though, and she looked up at him. Sort of. He wasn’t really… taller than her by more than an inch or two. “Do you really want to trust my abilities to find the crystals?” she asked. “It seems safer if you do it, considering you’re both familiar with what we’re looking for and not so much of a mess that when you hear ‘reach out into the Force,’ you immediately stick your hand out in front of you.” Obi-Wan wasn’t going to let her live that down, but she wasn’t going to let herself live that down either. How did she come from a powerful Force User and a person literally worshipped for their skills in sorcery?
Despite her self-doubt, she did as her father asked and closed her eyes so she could drop her guard and hopefully open herself up to the Force. The call of the crystals doesn’t immediately make itself clear to her. She’s too overwhelmed by… She doesn’t even know how to describe it, but it makes her sick to her stomach. Rot comes to mind, like something sour and corrupting taking root of such a beautiful place and spreading. On the surface, Endor was beautiful and alluring, but underneath, it was tainted. She supposed that made sense, given what they were searching for. Remains of the Death Star, a massive super weapon designed to destroy literal planets. So much evil lingered here and the shiver that ran up her spine made her question how much she wanted the ability to feel that.
A soft hum broke through all of the mucky haze, though, like a little comforting song that hushed the cries of a small child. She focused on that. Was that the song of the crystals they were looking for?
“Yeah,” she finally murmured. “Yeah, I feel it. It’s one of the only positive things I feel in this place.” A little frown tugged at her lips. How could such beauty cover so much evil? “So we should… head that way, then?”
He smiled in wry amusement- he wouldn’t tease her too much about that little incident, only now and again, but it was funny to see that she was just as willing to bring it up herself.
“We should,” he said. “Try not to let your mind linger too much on that darkness- it seems the Emperor’s death and the destruction of the Death Star stained this place more than I thought.”
He wished they could spend the time to cleanse this place, but- they had other tasks to attend to. They had to find Asmund. Asmund had been lost long enough, and they owed it to him to find and rescue him.
Nodding to Rey, he began making his way in the direction of the feel of the crystals, letting their song guide them through the forest. If one wasn’t paying attention to the Force, it simply felt like a cool, heavily overgrown wild forest. He, however, was paying attention, keeping his senses alert for anything that might want to give them trouble.
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They did indeed have options, if this venture failed. He wouldn’t say anything, but the idea of wielding a lightsaber that didn’t have a kyber crystal at its heart just felt wrong to him.
Eh. Your bias is showing, Kenobi.
Bias it may be, but Jedi and lightsaber had to be in tune with one another in order to properly work. If he wasn’t comfortable with the lightsaber he was using…
Worry about that later. Focus on the task at hand.
A pity he couldn’t reclaim his old saber. But that had probably been on the first Death Star when Luke had destroyed it, unless Vader had had it on his person when he went to meet his son in combat…
Force, your mind is wandering a lot today. Getting a bit senile in our old age, are we?
Maybe it was just that he was picking up on whatever was bothering Rey. There was something about this place that felt… wrong.
This was where Palpatine died. Could his taint yet linger?
It wasn’t unheard of. He’d read of powerful ancient Sith who lingered on in the places of their demise decades, even centuries after their deaths. Palpatine had been extremely powerful.
“You’re right,” he said. “There’s something off here, and we should not linger.”
If they encountered anything, they’d probably be better off running than fighting. Despite what Yoda would say about a true Jedi needing no weapon or armor but the Force, ObiWan had always felt a great deal more comfortable meeting trouble with a lightsaber in hand. He was all the more reluctant to get into a scrap now because his daughter was in tow. His daughter, who was strong and capable of defending herself, but who had not, to this point, had to fight off anything more dangerous than a thug or backwater brawler. Not armed and armored soldiers, and not anything that might use the Force as a weapon.
Of course, if Palpatine’s spirit is still lingering around here, I am not so certain I’d be able to fight it off myself. He clearly recalled how badly Palpatine had defeated Yoda, decades before, and he was nowhere near the former Grand Master’s level.
No. It would be better for them to run from a fight if they could.
He gave her as reassuring a smile as he could and headed down the ramp, taking a good look around. Rey had brought them down near the remains of the construction facility and supply depot the Empire had built, and the forest had not entirely reclaimed the area yet. He spotted the grey duracrete wall of a fabricated Imperial building and headed for it.
Despite the urgency of their task, he couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of being somewhere that wasn’t a desert or a cramped ship’s cabin. Endor was a beautiful moon, and he would love to be able to spend some time here and stretch his wings a little.
Sadly, self-indulgence would have to wait. They had crystals to find.
✧—- Before following her father off of the ship, she made sure to adjust the strap of her staff so it was secured around her shoulder, but could also be easily pulled off in case they did run into anything suspicious or potentially dangerous. Whatever she felt only seemed to amplify as she stepped off the ramp and set foot on the ground, as if direct contact with the moon’s surface only served to amplify that terror that lingered in the pit of her stomach.
It was a shame, really, because the moon was… like nothing she’d ever seen. Literally. Her entire life had been consumed by the same miserable desert that didn’t really ever seen any change. People came and went, sure, but more often than not, if they disappeared, it was likely due to death. She could still remember the countless times she sat down at the edge of the the water trough to scrub her scavenging finds clean, only to stare across at the same elderly woman who had been stuck there her whole life.
Rey always feared she might end up just like that woman and yet she’d so stubbornly been unwilling to leave in hopes that her family would find her. Asmund promised that her mother would come back for her as soon as they could and Rey never lost faith in that.
Even now, she wondered what could have held them up for so long? So many years had passed and yet Rey still believed her old caregiver.
At least she’d been partly right, though. She stayed on Jakku long enough for one of her family members to show up, she’d just been expecting a mother rather than a father, especially since her father had appeared to her numerous times as a spirit. Which she later began to question if he’d even been real at all…
Despite the sick feeling that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on end, she couldn’t help but stare at the terrain that stretched out in front of her. “I never imagined this much green could exist in the galaxy…” she murmured and wow was it striking. She could really understand why green was her mother’s favorite color after just a moment of being on a planet like this. Or… moon like this, if you wanted to be technical.
The sights were almost enough to make the sick feeling go away.
“If this is the moon that supplied the Death Star, how much of the Empire’s resources do you think are still here? I mean, I know we’re hoping for Kyber Crystals–” Force, would those go for a lot of credits, but she decided not to mention that. All she could imagine was her father having a literal heart attack at his daughter suggesting such blasphemy. “–But if there’s resources here or even wreckage here from the Death Star? Do you have any idea how much scavenging some of that would go for? We’d never have to worry about finances again…
“Not that I want to stay here longer than necessary, but we’re going to need credits eventually. And probably sooner rather than later considering the price of fuel alone.” There were other ways to get the resources they needed, but they were morally questionable at best, though she did have to wonder how her father would react to even this suggestion.
‘At least you didn’t say the thing about selling the Kyber Crystals…’ she reassured herself, though the amount they could sell those for nearly had her in tears.
Rey’s awestruck expression made him smile. He should have thought about this- of course she wouldn’t have seen so much greenery before. This must be incredible for her.
ObiWan paused at her query, flicking his wingtips thoughtfully. “That... is a very good question, Rey,” he said. “That depends. I don’t really know what happened here after the Battle of Endor.”
Truth be told, he’d been a bit distant from the mortal plane for a time after the Death Star’s destruction. He’d withdrawn some, his primary duty with Luke completed and- well, in all honesty, he’d been happy to welcome Anakin back to the Light. He’d missed his brother dearly. And then it had been occasional visits to Luke, until the Force drew him to Jakku and he’d spent the majority of time watching over his daughter and trying not to drift away into the ether. But he could make a few educated guesses.
“It depends on how much activity there was after the battle,” he said. “Imperial and Rebel forces would have been interested in combing the wreckage and making off with anything that might provide valuable information, and Imperial sympathizers may have wanted souvenirs, trying to make martyrs out of Palpatine and Vader. Imperial Intelligence probably wanted some for their propaganda efforts. But- the Death Star was the size of a small moon. It seems unlikely they could have hauled everything away.” He smiled wryly at his daughter. “I admit I don’t know how much that would go for, you’re more of an expert in salvage efforts than I am. If you think we can make off with enough to keep us in funds, then we should make the attempt.”
Another flick of his wingtips. He’d thought to acquire the necessary funds through other avenues, but if they could make enough money selling scrap to keep them operating, then he certainly wasn’t going to protest the notion. “Alright. We look for the kyber crystals first. Then you identify what’s best for us to take.” They weren’t on a tight time schedule, after all. They could probably make off with a fair bit. Rey’d done enough salvaging from Imperial wreckage that she would certainly be able to identify what was the most valuable for its weight. “It’ll be nice to have a financial cushion. We will need fuel, parts for the Falcon, funds to get ourselves some ident-chips, basic supplies... new clothes wouldn’t hurt. Nor would real food.” He’d like to get his hands on a couple of blasters. He desperately wanted a lightsaber to hand, but they did draw attention. Blasters would be less conspicuous.
And tea. Force, he wanted to lay in a supply of decent tea.
Should he get armor? He was accustomed to wearing it at need, and they were going into a potentially dangerous situation. If he were alone, he’d get himself some armor and pass himself off as a bounty hunter. Mandalorian, maybe, he still new the language, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d pulled a stunt like that. People didn’t harass Mandalorians.
He could almost hear Cody again, muttering about jetiise and their refusal to wear sensible gear into combat.
Hmm. Something to consider.
And if they were going to make some salvaging trips, maybe he’d get that chance to stretch his wings after all.
He half-closed his eyes, reaching out with his senses to try and see if he could find any signs of the kyber crystals they sought. The Force lay heavy and dark over this entire moon, feeling cold and slippery and more than a little fetid. But there was a sense, a little bright spark that beckoned to him. He smiled and rested a hand on Rey’s shoulder. “Open yourself to the Force,” he murmured. “Like we practiced. You feel that little spark, about a kilometer northeast from here?”
Was it his imagination, or did he feel something else, something dark, shifting out there?
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1. loki – also known as atreus ( marvel, god of war, norse mythology ) 2. lara croft ( tomb raider ) 3. hiei ( yu yu hakusho ) 4. draco malfoy ( harry potter ) 5. yennefer ( the witcher ) 6. rey ( star wars – tho I do admittedly love a lot of characters from sw ) 7. steve harrington ( stranger things ) 8. nea karlsson for survivor and the plague for killer ( dead by daylight ) 9. sebastian castellanos ( the evil within – we don’t talk about the second game in this house tho ) 10. raven ( teen titans )
1. ObiWan (Star Wars. Got several from this fandom but ObiWan is nearest and dearest to my heart)
2. Loki (MCU, though again, there’s several. Fandral is a close second)
3. Elsa (Frozen)
4. Dr Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)
5. Dr. Daniel Jackson (Stargate)
6. Dianda Lorden (October Daye. Grumpy mermaid who punches all the things, yes please)
7. Herald Alberich (Heralds of Valdemar)
8. Puck/Owen Burnett (Gargoyles)
9. Doctor Octopus (Sam Raimi Spiderman trilogy, Spiderman in general)
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Fortunately he had his back turned, otherwise he might have winced at Rey’s lack of refined manners. Something else to work on. Later. There were more important things than manners to fret about now.
“The Force is a Jedi’s guide,” he said. “It does indeed do a lot of guiding. As for the crystals… yes. You’re right, there’s a chance none might be truly compatible with either of us. If that is the case, we’ll need to do our best with what’s available for now, and keep an eye out for more suitable crystals in future.” He made a face. “Truth be told, a saber can be made with any of a wide variety of gemstones. It’s traditional for a Jedi to use a kyber crystal, though, because of that particular stone’s connection with the Force and its ability to attune itself to a particular Jedi. It makes for the best lightsabers. But there are other stones we could use, if we can find ones of good enough quality. Corellian Jedi liked Durindfire stones, for instance…” He trailed off, shaking his head. It was probably too early for a history lecture. “If we can’t find kyber crystals, we’ll have to find something else. That would present additional complications, but that’s hardly anything new.”
✧—- Tradition, huh? Because kyber crystals made for the best sabers… It was such an odd thing to get hung up on, but Rey found it particularly odd to even care about preference when they were in a rather critical position where they weren’t exactly in the right place to be picky or choosy. Perhaps it was just due to the way she’d been raised–or rather, raised herself? Rey had to make due with whatever she could get her hands on and make it work regardless of if it had real potential or not. She had a difficult time identifying with the idea of having the luxury to pick and choose and be finicky about… anything, really.
But it did seem rather pointless to attempt to point anything like that out now. At least Obi-Wan was open to other possibilities should their venture here turn up no real results. He had a preference, but that didn’t mean he was unwilling to substitute in dire need. She actually wondered how long it would take before she started putting things into categories like that, when she was able to be picky over things rather than grateful for every last piece of junk she managed to get ahold of regardless of if it worked or not.
“At least we have options if we don’t find any kyber crystals here. Hopefully, this venture won’t be for nothing…”
Once out of hyperspace, Rey maneuvered the ship towards their desired stop and carefully descended. Despite not really leaving the atmosphere of Jakku, Rey didn’t struggle with the landing, though she might have come in a smidge too hard. It was fine, the ship certainly looked like it had taken a number of beatings.
The closer they came, though, the more a sense of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. Every nerve she had was telling her this was not a good idea and that they should leave, but why? What was the worst they could possibly come across? She wasn’t certain, but she rarely went against her gut instincts.
“I don’t like this place,” she murmured once they were safely able to leave the cockpit. “There’s something… wrong with it. It doesn’t feel right. We shouldn’t linger here longer than we have to.”
They did indeed have options, if this venture failed. He wouldn’t say anything, but the idea of wielding a lightsaber that didn’t have a kyber crystal at its heart just felt wrong to him.
Eh. Your bias is showing, Kenobi.
Bias it may be, but Jedi and lightsaber had to be in tune with one another in order to properly work. If he wasn’t comfortable with the lightsaber he was using...
Worry about that later. Focus on the task at hand.
A pity he couldn’t reclaim his old saber. But that had probably been on the first Death Star when Luke had destroyed it, unless Vader had had it on his person when he went to meet his son in combat...
Force, your mind is wandering a lot today. Getting a bit senile in our old age, are we?
Maybe it was just that he was picking up on whatever was bothering Rey. There was something about this place that felt... wrong.
This was where Palpatine died. Could his taint yet linger?
It wasn’t unheard of. He’d read of powerful ancient Sith who lingered on in the places of their demise decades, even centuries after their deaths. Palpatine had been extremely powerful.
“You’re right,” he said. “There’s something off here, and we should not linger.”
If they encountered anything, they’d probably be better off running than fighting. Despite what Yoda would say about a true Jedi needing no weapon or armor but the Force, ObiWan had always felt a great deal more comfortable meeting trouble with a lightsaber in hand. He was all the more reluctant to get into a scrap now because his daughter was in tow. His daughter, who was strong and capable of defending herself, but who had not, to this point, had to fight off anything more dangerous than a thug or backwater brawler. Not armed and armored soldiers, and not anything that might use the Force as a weapon.
Of course, if Palpatine’s spirit is still lingering around here, I am not so certain I’d be able to fight it off myself. He clearly recalled how badly Palpatine had defeated Yoda, decades before, and he was nowhere near the former Grand Master’s level.
No. It would be better for them to run from a fight if they could.
He gave her as reassuring a smile as he could and headed down the ramp, taking a good look around. Rey had brought them down near the remains of the construction facility and supply depot the Empire had built, and the forest had not entirely reclaimed the area yet. He spotted the grey duracrete wall of a fabricated Imperial building and headed for it.
Despite the urgency of their task, he couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of being somewhere that wasn’t a desert or a cramped ship’s cabin. Endor was a beautiful moon, and he would love to be able to spend some time here and stretch his wings a little.
Sadly, self-indulgence would have to wait. They had crystals to find.
obis face when anakin just immediately off the jump starts flirting with padme hes like oh my god. why did i bring him. im so embarrassed
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He dished up the food he’d made. It was nothing exciting, just a basic porridge with some dried fruit added for sweetness, and tea- but it was certainly several steps up from what she’d been eating on Jakku, and he thought she was finally getting enough to eat, which made him feel better.
Sitting down with a second cup of tea, he smiled ruefully. “I slept,” he assured her. Admittedly it hadn’t been more than a few hours, but it was a few hours of actual sleep. He’d managed on much less plenty of times before. He would have liked to meditate, but he was still too worried to do so. That feeling of nearly fading away into the Force had shaken him deeply, and he had no wish to repeat the experience. “And well enough, all things considered. As for how difficult it’s going to be to find kyber crystals… I don’t know. We have Anakin’s directions, but who knows who’s picked over the place since the Death Star was being built here. If there are kyber crystals here, and they’re meant for us, we’ll feel them. They call to a Jedi in the Force- it’s like hearing a song, almost. You’ll know it when you hear it.”
He thought he could pick up on the faintest twinge of something, the most distant snatch of music in his mind, but it was still so far away and impossible to hear clearly. He thought it might be one of the crystals they sought. If so, that was a good sign. They just had to get there and find it.
An alarm started beeping from the cockpit. “Ah, we’re coming up on the coordinates,” he said, standing again. “Eat up and meet me in the cockpit.”
✧—- Manners were something that Rey… admittedly needed to work on. She wasn’t the sloppiest of eaters, but she wasn’t terribly concerned with being polite about it either. After all, she’d spent so many years by herself, who did she have to impress? Admittedly, she looked rather well put together for someone who wasn’t trying, but that was more out of necessity for ease so she wasn’t slowed down day in and day out than it was for her desire to be approachable or respectable.
In fact, she would have been better off not being either of those things on Jakku. If people left you alone, you weren’t getting into trouble.
“So if there are crystals here, the Force will guide us to them? The Force seems to do a lot of that…” Did Force Users just rely on the Force leading them to everything important? That was ridiculous, of course, and her father had already mentioned the importance of not solely relying on her abilities. She needed to be as capable without them as she was with them, but some of the explanations of what they were doing and why, or where they could get things and how seemed to resort back to a lot of ‘the Force this…’ and ‘the Force that’.
The Force worked in mysterious ways…
Which, to Rey, just sounded like what someone said when they didn’t have a real answer. As much as she believed in this power–she had to, it literally coursed through her veins ( sort of )–it also sounded like a lot of mumbo jumbo to her. Hopefully, she would sort that out soon and start feeling more at peace with simply accepting the Force the way it was, but…
“So even if there are crystals here, we may not be able to use them? If they don’t… chose to play us a song? If a crystal doesn’t pick us, does that mean it’s completely unusable? That can’t be true. The Empire used them by the masses, right?” Her onslaught of questions–she really didn’t notice she was asking so many, she truly didn’t–came to a halt with the alarm alerting them to their approach.
Nodding as he father stood to head towards the cockpit, she made quick work of the rest of her breakfast and followed suit after him. She might have wiped her mouth on her wrist rather than properly with a napkin or the like, but… Obi-Wan’s back was to her anyway. He definitely wouldn’t have seen it.
Fortunately he had his back turned, otherwise he might have winced at Rey’s lack of refined manners. Something else to work on. Later. There were more important things than manners to fret about now.
“The Force is a Jedi’s guide,” he said. “It does indeed do a lot of guiding. As for the crystals... yes. You’re right, there’s a chance none might be truly compatible with either of us. If that is the case, we’ll need to do our best with what’s available for now, and keep an eye out for more suitable crystals in future.” He made a face. “Truth be told, a saber can be made with any of a wide variety of gemstones. It’s traditional for a Jedi to use a kyber crystal, though, because of that particular stone’s connection with the Force and its ability to attune itself to a particular Jedi. It makes for the best lightsabers. But there are other stones we could use, if we can find ones of good enough quality. Corellian Jedi liked Durindfire stones, for instance...” He trailed off, shaking his head. It was probably too early for a history lecture. “If we can’t find kyber crystals, we’ll have to find something else. That would present additional complications, but that’s hardly anything new.”
its kind of disappointing how everyone turns rey into some soft, clean aesthetic queen with glitter and pale pink fabrics when in canon rey is a greasy girl icon
fanon rey: soft, smells like roses, always wearing glitter, no bad angles, pale smooth fabric queen canon rey: doesnt know what a hairbrush or makeup is, steals fries off your plate, will fight you in a parking lot
If I hung out with Rey we would have fart contests
that is the best addition to any post, sw-related or not
please consider that poe thinks hygiene is wiping down with the least greasy rag and rey just kind of scrubs off with some sand when she gets too crusty and finn is used to an absolutely scrupulous twice-daily hygiene regimen with water and sonic and specially formulated deodorants because you don’t want Army Stonk building up in a spaceship, or, god forbid, your armor. so he like, he loves poe and rey to death. he loves them. but he just watched poe try to explain the Sniff Test to rey, unsuccessfully, and he is kind of screaming internally now.
both rey and poe are in awe of how soft and sweet-smelling finn is and he’s like “listen it’s an ancient stormtrooper secret called WASH YOUR SOCKS WITH SOAP.”
Rey… also some Daisy Ridley smiles :)
And If My Shadow's All That Survives
rey & obi-wan ;; @soresuandsnark
He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Rey, tousled and sleepy and unwilling to crawl out from her nest. Force… she looked heartbreakingly like her mother, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with her hair standing wildly on end. Loki’s hair had had a similar long-standing Disagreement with pillows. The sorcerer had always been forced to either spend a considerable amount of time taming it by hand or resorting to magic to get it under control once more.
Force, how he missed Loki. Perhaps once they found and freed Asmund, the healer would be able to help them figure out how to get back to him.
And even after everything Loki had said about the people on Asgard, he was still rather curious to see the place for himself.
“We are,” he said fondly. “You should have just enough time to eat breakfast before we revert to realspace. Then it’s just a quick jaunt over to the moon itself.”
✧—- The promise of breakfast did have her perking up just a bit. Poor girl never truly processed just how hungry she always was until she actually had an appropriate number of meals at the ready. She’d grown used to the eating once-a-day routine that usually left her desperately licking any and all remnants from the plate before finally abandoning it. Being able to eat multiple times and not still have a hollow feeling sitting in the pit of her stomach was nothing short of blessing, though it shocked her at just how much she’d been able to ignore the unhealthy state she lived in for years.
And she actually got to eat different things every meal rather than the exact same bland, flavorless thing every single day!
“Breakfast? Mkay, I’m up,” she mumbled, finally dropping her hands from her eyes. Well, rather than drop them, she moved them to smooth back her hair. Unlike Loki’s, hers listened a bit better. Willing to stick up at odd angles, but just as easily convinced to shift back into place. It still poofed and had a general look of unkempt to it, but after brushing or combing it and pulling it back into the three bun style she was so fond of, it would be fine. Food first, though.
“How did you sleep?” she asked, though she did shoot her father a suspicious glance as she finally climbed out of the bed, leaving the warmth of her bed behind. “You did sleep, didn’t you?” She remembered multiple passages in her mother’s journal, often complaining about how Obi-Wan failed to take care of himself. Apparently he could be really bad about sleeping or even eating properly, which drove her mother up a wall. Loki fretted a lot, from what she could tell, and they always had someone to focus their doting attention on. Obi-Wan happened to be that person over the course of their relationship. Funny, since it seemed like they first met because her father took Loki in to care for them in a rather rundown state.
Passing by him, she left her bunk and headed in the direction of the kitchen, expecting that he would follow behind her. “How difficult do you think it’s going to be to find what we’re looking for there?” she asked. “If we even find it at all…”
He dished up the food he’d made. It was nothing exciting, just a basic porridge with some dried fruit added for sweetness, and tea- but it was certainly several steps up from what she’d been eating on Jakku, and he thought she was finally getting enough to eat, which made him feel better.
Sitting down with a second cup of tea, he smiled ruefully. “I slept,” he assured her. Admittedly it hadn’t been more than a few hours, but it was a few hours of actual sleep. He’d managed on much less plenty of times before. He would have liked to meditate, but he was still too worried to do so. That feeling of nearly fading away into the Force had shaken him deeply, and he had no wish to repeat the experience. “And well enough, all things considered. As for how difficult it’s going to be to find kyber crystals... I don’t know. We have Anakin’s directions, but who knows who’s picked over the place since the Death Star was being built here. If there are kyber crystals here, and they’re meant for us, we’ll feel them. They call to a Jedi in the Force- it’s like hearing a song, almost. You’ll know it when you hear it.”
He thought he could pick up on the faintest twinge of something, the most distant snatch of music in his mind, but it was still so far away and impossible to hear clearly. He thought it might be one of the crystals they sought. If so, that was a good sign. They just had to get there and find it.
An alarm started beeping from the cockpit. “Ah, we’re coming up on the coordinates,” he said, standing again. “Eat up and meet me in the cockpit.”