Jango wakes up from having his head cut off to a familiar room, but not on Kamino. He's panicking and feels his neck. Nope no burns no scars, firmly attached.
He goes to the bathroom and stares at himself in the mirror.
He's barely 21, fresh faced with only a couple of scars that look too new for him. There's also suddenly the sound of a lightsaber igniting behind him and he spins and sees a mandalorian he doesn't know personally....but knows the black blade and armor from history.
Tare Vizsla storms at him puts the dark saber to his neck.
Tare tells him he has ONE chance to make it right. To undo the horrors. Otherwise Tare will bring him to the darkest hells of Manda where the Ka'ra and Force will let him suffer.
Jango is back with Jaster, a year or so before Gilladran, enough to make changes...maybe to save Jaster. But Jango is still bitter and angry at the Jedi for what they did in the future. Tare advises him he is watching, and if he fails he will be rejected from marching ever again.
So yeah. Jango coming to realize it was always a trap to start a war between the Mandalorians and the Jedi, as well as kill Jaster, and that Jango's brain is somehow less crowded and clouded with darkness.
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, CT-7567 | Rex & Anakin Skywalker, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex, CT-1409 | Echo & ARC-5555 | Fives & CT-7567 | Rex
Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, CT-1409 | Echo, CT-7567 | Rex, ARC-5555 | Fives
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Sort Of, Friends to Lovers, eventual codywan, Force Shenanigans (Star Wars), more tags to come, Mandalorians (Star Wars), Changing the timeline might change the future, it might not
Summary:
The thing of it is, Cody is right. There are dozens of ways that opening this door could go horribly, terribly, distressingly, wrong. Obi-Wan knows it in his bones that messing with strange things in places where the Force feels odd is often a good way to get yourself kicked quite firmly in the head by the back legs of the orbak of consequences. For all he can think of a number of ways for it all to go wrong, however, more often than not a door is simply, well, a door.
When Obi-Wan and Cody step through a door into the past, they find themselves jumping from event to event in an attempt to find their way back to their own time. Will they find the information they need to save their present? Or will their presence in the past prevent them from ever returning to a present that they know?
What if do to a random force artifact commander fox is turned into a girl and it can’t be reversed. So not only does fox have to get use to a new body, but he has to hide it from the rest of the GAR. Obviously all the corries know and do their best to help the commander out.
Of course when hiding a secret so big things tend to slip.
Here's my contribution to Day Three of Plo Koon Week! Pretty proud of this one, actually. For some reason it's easier to write in Wolffe's POV than anyone else.
@plokoonweek
Day 3: Force shenanigans || Father's Day
Stupid Jedi and their stupid Force osik. Wolffe is going to throw something at his general’s head, just as soon as they get away from this karked up nightmare of a mission. Whether or not the next few minutes go smoothly will determine how large said object is going to be. Wolffe fires another shot over his shoulder as he runs like hell, his Pack herding civilians so skillfully his namesake would be jealous. They are on a mission on Rintonne, one that was supposed to be a quick evacuation but is rapidly turning into a logistical nightmare because the Seppies have apparently created droids that operate like monkeys and seem determined to rain hellfire on the 104th from above.
The general had been leading them through the twisting streets of the capital city (they’d been told the name in the briefing, but Wolffe doesn’t for the life of him remember what it was), but he’d fallen behind, all because he’d sensed a child in danger. Wolffe does not see his general behind him and he wants to swear because of course a Jedi would derail an entire evacuation to go find a lost child. How can the general even sense these things???
Wolffe tells Sinker to take the squad ahead in battle sign and falls back, guns out, scanning the area for the general. There’s no sign of Plo. Wolffe curses under his breath and sprints back the way they’ve come, head on a swivel watching for incoming clankers, until he finds a trail of footprints. If that’s actually blood and not sand or something he is going to lose it, he really is. He follows the set of footprints (that match his general’s boots, his brain supplies) until he reaches some sort of sheltered back alley. There he finds Plo, carrying a tiny Bothan child on his hip and limping slightly as he brandishes his lightsaber at an encroaching flock of droids.
Wolffe doesn’t even think about it, he just drops them as quickly as possible, producing a vibro-knife and slicing through vulnerable joints. When the droids fall in a heap at his feet he turns on his general, annoyed. “Really, sir? You can’t just run off like that, you could have died. Not to mention, now you’re hurt!” Plo is implacable as he begins to make his way down the alleyway (slowly, painfully). “It is the will of the Force that this child be saved.” Wolffe swears under his breath and wraps an arm around him, supporting his weight as best he can. The wound doesn’t appear to be serious, but it does pose a problem for getting back to the ship in a timely manner. That thrown object is shaping up to be a chair.
When they reach the street proper, Wolffe curses again and dives in front of Plo just in time to catch a blaster bolt and glance it off his vambrace. There are swarms of the weird monkey clankers descending toward them, and Wolffe already knows that leaving the kid is out of the question. He retrieves a blaster pistol and droid popper and shoos his general down the street. “Go, I’ll cover us!” That is the start of a very chaotic ten minutes that involves ducking through multiple courtyards and trying to knock things over onto the impending tidal wave of angry buzzing metal.
They are in a pavilion when all hell really breaks loose. The ceiling above begins to crack as more and more clankers swarm up at the entrances, and Wolffe positions himself up close against his general’s back, blaster in one hand and knife in the other. The breaths coming through the General’s mask are heavier than normal, but he swings his lightsaber with determination. Wolffe is not going to die here, he refuses, and with his free hand he taps out a code on his wrist comm and shouts into it as he snipes off a few more droids, telling Sinker to send a transport to their position as soon as possible, the general is wounded and they’re surrounded. Even as he does, he knows it’s not going to be in time.
The ceiling of the pavilion is cracking, fissures spreading rapidly, and Wolffe readies himself to shield Plo with his body if necessary. One final crack. Tons of stone plummet toward their heads, and Wolffe closes his eyes, braced for impact— it doesn’t come. He throws his head back, wrenching his neck in the process, and what he sees makes him draw up short. It reminds him of the rain on Kamino, if all the raindrops had been frozen in mid air. Debris floats weightless in the air beside a frozen avalanche of clankers, arcing over them like a wave, and for a moment Wolffe thinks that even the dust motes in the air are frozen. The general has not visibly moved, but his brow is furrowed in deep concentration, and even as Wolffe watches he begins to shake. With a sharp slash of the hand not holding the child, everything explodes outward and away from them. Electricity crackles as the droids fall in heaps, deactivated.
Wolffe is shocked, so much so that he almost doesn’t catch the general when he stumbles. Plo is shaking, exhausted, and it takes most of Wolffe’s strength to support him and the kid and get them to the ground safely. The kid is quiet, big yellow eyes staring at them, but doesn’t seem to be injured so that’s good. Wolffe leans over and listens to his general’s heart, which is not always the most accurate metric of telling a Kel Dor’s health but oh well. Plo pats him on the shoulder absentmindedly, seemingly unaware of the fact that he is…sort of glowing. Wolffe can feel power thrumming in the air like a live wire, and his heart seems to pound along in time with the beat of the music that’s just at the very lowest edge of his hearing range. Plo rests his shoulder against him just a bit, and the weird sensations begin to fade, but Wolffe is once again forcibly reminded that Jedi are not nearly as normal as everyone else. That much effort has completely exhausted the general. He lets himself take a breath. Idiotic heroic Jedi and their stupid Force shenanigans. He scrambles a drinkable protein packet from somewhere on his belt, stabs a straw into it and hands it to Plo, who is shaky from exertion still, even as he cradles the kid he saved. The general accepts it and sips at it, and in the distance Wolffe can see the silhouette of a transport.
As the Pack descends on them, Wolffe helps his general stand upright, already mentally cursing. This will no doubt put him out of commission for several hours, if not days. He’s going to give him a thorough talking to once he gets medical attention. (Plo is still limping). Wolffe grumbles as they clamber onto the transport, even though General Plo seems content beside him. After all, they rescued the kid. Wolffe frowns and starts contemplating if he can somehow throw an entire holotable at his general without hurting him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Cinta Kaz/Vel Sartha
Characters: Cinta Kaz, Vel Sartha
Additional Tags: VelCinta Appreciation Week 2025, Flufftober 2025, Spooktober 2025, AU Cinta Lives, Force Shenanigans (Star Wars), Fluff, Stargazing
Series: Part 1 of Vel/Cinta Appreciation Week 2025, Part 14 of Cinta Kaz/Vel Sartha
Summary:
The two, love each other very much.
Day One Prompts: The Sun / The Moon / 'The moonlight overthrew you.
