#heidiwrites

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also, I'm working on an actual pinned post that isn't just the Revanna Barbie poster thepetrichist made, but I did start posting the updated Schrödingers

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i would say a sage green ! 😌

ahhh i love it!

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anna, with complete goddamn amnesia: so every major sith threat in the past thousand years has been some sort of fallen jedi and not the actual sith?

dorak: yes

anna: uh huh i see

anna: so, like, why does that keep happening?

the schrödinger's rewrite is going great, guys

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Hey, if anyone's reading WhiP, I'm not sure sub notifications are working properly. Unless AO3 has an issue with authors subbing to their own fics, my update today didn't seem to send out an email. So I don't know if it's sent out emails for the last two chapters, either. Right when we get to the Battle of Telos, too.

Anyway it got updated today.

EDIT: Never mind, there is a delay. That makes me feel better lol.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Love when I fuck up my own posts

Anyway we're one chapter off from a certain big Dantooine reveal! 👀

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A decade after Malachor V, the exiled Jedi Trista Morace returns to find the Republic in tatters, the Jedi gone, and herself hunted at every turn. And as the Force comes back to her with a vengeance, she is thrust into a ghost war of Revan’s making. Somehow saving the Republic, stopping the Sith, and rebuilding the Jedi fall to her and a crew of misfits constantly at each others’ throats. With the death of all life waiting in the wings, can one broken ex-Jedi even save anyone — including herself?

Battle of Onderon is ongoing!

I'm actually updating on time now lmfao

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A decade after Malachor V, the exiled Jedi Trista Morace finds the Republic in tatters, the Jedi gone, and herself hunted at every turn. As the Force returns with a vengeance, she is thrust into a ghost war of Revan’s making. With the death of all life waiting in the wings, how can one broken ex-Jedi save anyone — including herself? F!Exile/Atton eventually.

Chapter 39 AO3 | Fanfiction.net

Goto shook himself and continued. "As it stands, I have a question for you." She nodded. "Are you a Jedi?"

Trista frowned, glancing back toward the window. No, she wasn't – but these days, no one was.

"I'm the closest you'll get," she answered finally.

"Then the record that you were exiled is correct?"

She nodded. "And strictly speaking, the Jedi don't exist right now. So, again, I'm your best option."

"That is unfortunate. Still, perhaps you have some value."

Trista frowned deeper, narrowing her eyes. "I'm not a commodity to be traded."

"You insult and misunderstand me. I have gone to considerable expense and effort to bring you here."

"Why?"

"I have a job for you."

This time she arched her brow, studying him for a moment. "You could've called me. The million-credit bounty is a bit, uh, aggressive, don't you think?"

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A decade after Malachor V, the exiled Jedi Trista Morace finds the Republic in tatters, the Jedi gone, and herself hunted at every turn. As the Force returns with a vengeance, she is thrust into a ghost war of Revan’s making. With the death of all life waiting in the wings, how can one broken ex-Jedi save anyone — including herself? F!Exile/Atton eventually.

Chapter 37 AO3 | Fanfiction.net

"So for those of you just joining us, the truce between the bounty hunters is off, so this sector is about to be a war zone." [Atton] frowned, despite himself. "Tris walking into a trap in the Jekk'Jekk Tarr is bad enough, but having a hundred bounty hunters on your back's a lot worse."

Kreia frowned at him, and he frowned harder back. "She was told to meet alone. We cannot disrupt the meeting until the alien reveals the information he has."

"I didn't mean her, I meant us. They can't get to her either."

"But they will be tracking her," Visas said. "We must warn her."

"I mean, yeah. I already tried. Comms are jammed." He held up his commlink. "Tried warning the ship too, but that didn't go through. Obviously. And I'm betting we're in a lot more trouble than she is."

"Bounty hunters?" the Disciple interrupted. Atton opened his mouth to tell him yes, now get on the ship so us adults can talk before he continued. "Like those, I presume?"

"Oh." Atton looked back at the walkway, where a pack of weapon-bristled Duros were making their way toward them, and took a step back towards the ramp. "Yeah, looks about right."

"Oh, look," one said, "refugees, here, on the landing pad. Are you lost?"

Bao-Dur shrugged, resting his hand on his blaster with the motion. "We live here now."