The sky is grey as you push yourself up with weak arms. Explosions land all around you, lighting the sky up with flashes of red, orange, yellow, and white. The ground shakes as the Separatists continue to lay into your battalion. The only hope you have left is Bomber Squadron.
You look up to the sky as they fly overhead. You’re vaguely aware of Hex and Steele to your left, and Sans to your right. Aid is there too, wrapping up Steele’s leg as Hex holds him still through the agonizing screams. Aid turns and stands, taking a few running steps away before vomiting up his rations. You both turn to the sky at the same time, and now everyone is watching Bomber squadron.
And then you watch it all happen, and when it’s over, Aid vomits again.
***
Three Months Ago
“Aleiah!” Fives says cheerfully as he walks into the shop. Tup shares a look with Dogma, who just shrugs his shoulders, following behind the ARC who had said they were going on a very important retrieval mission.
“Fives! What a lovely surprise! It’s been too long,” Aleiah says, walking over to wrap him in a tight hold. “How have you been, my dear?”
“Fantastic! Living the soldier's dream.”
“More like nightmare,” Tup whispers to Dogma, who nods in agreement.
“Now, that’s not what I mean, boy. How have you been? And what about y/n?” she asks softly while giving him a sympathetic look.
“We both really miss him,” he sighs, leaning against the wall. “We try to be there for each other as much as possible. It’s just hard, you know?”
Aleiah nods, gently placing a hand on his arm. “I know you didn’t come here to talk about him, so what can I do for you?” The bright smile returns almost instantly to Five’s lips at her question, reminding him of why he’d come. “And who are these two handsome men with you?”
“This is Tup,” Fives says, throwing his arm around the younger trooper’s shoulders, who smiles shyly, “and this is Dogma. These are my two little shinies that I get to babysit.”
“Babysit?” Dogma says, “we’re not babies-”
“Shh, what did I tell you about talking to your superiors?” Fives says, putting a hand on his hip.
“You said the only people who get proper respect were the nat-borns, Cody, Wolffe, and Fox,” Tup speaks up.
“I did say that, didn’t I?” Fives mumbles to himself. “Well, new rule: never disagree with Fives.”
“That’s a dumb rule,” Tup whispers to Dogma, who grimaces and nods again.
“Oh, be nice to them,” Aleiah says, walking over to shoo Fives away from Tup and Dogma, “Fives is a character, as I’m sure you’ve figured out already,” she says to them, “only listen to the serious stuff he says.”
“Hey, everything I say is serious!” he counters, frowning at her before she waves him off dismissively.
“So, may I ask again what brings you here?”
“Well, ARC-Trooper 5555-”
Dogma is cut off in the middle of speaking as Aleiah whacks him with a tape measure. “You should know by now to not use numbers, and say names instead.” She gives him a brief glare, and he swallows hard before nodding.
“Right, sorry, Mrs…”
“Orno. Aleiah Orno,” she says, giving him a kind smile now.
“Well, Mrs. Orno, ARC- er, Fives informed me and Tup that we were on an important retrieval mission.”
“Important retrieval?” she repeats, giving Fives a confused look. “I don’t have anything here. Unless someone broke in and hid something.”
“Oh, I was wrong,” Fives says, stepping forward, “I meant a special request mission.”
“Wait, are you saying that you drug us out here to ask for something?” Tup questions, and Fives gives him a wide grin.
“Precisely,” he confirms before turning back to Aleiah. “I need a custom baby onesie.”
“A baby onesie?”
“Yeah, it’s for y/n. She…she never got the chance to tell Echo.” Aleiah places a hand gently on Fives’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. He smiles at her softly before composing himself again. “I want her little girl to have a onesie from her best uncle.”
“So you want one that says Hex?” Aleiah teases, earning an amused snort from both Tup and Dogma.
“Haha,” Fives says while rolling his eyes, shooting the shinies a glare.
Aleiah moves away from him, walking over to her counter while mumbling to herself. “There it is! Now,” she says, holding a datapad in her hand, “go ahead and tell me the details.”
“Well, I want the front to say ‘ARC-5555’ across the top, with a giant ‘#1’ in the middle, and ‘UNCLE’, on the bottom. Then on the back, I want it to say ‘Fives’, across the top, with a giant ‘5z’ below it. Here,” he says, reaching into his pocket, “I have a picture I drew.” He hands her a very poor drawing of the shirt design he had imagined, and she holds back her own amused snort as she takes it.
“Well, we know Fives could never make it as an artist,” Dogma whispers to Tup.
“Alright,” Aleiah says, pinning the drawing to a board full of notes, “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you so much, Aleiah. You never fail to make the best clothes!” Fives says. “Oh, speaking of which, we need some 501st pj’s for these two as well.”
“Normal measurements?” she asks, and Fives nods. “Alright, I’ll get on those as soon as I can. Come back next zhellday, and everything should be ready.”
“Thanks again!” Fives says, shoving the shinies through the door, “you’re the best!” Aleiah chuckles to herself as she watches Fives run along with the shinies trailing behind, who are no doubt wondering what in the world is going on.
***
You’re frozen in place as you watch the smoke rise up. You can hear yelling all around you, and faintly feel a hand on your shoulder, trying to shake you back to reality. You turn to see Sans’s desperate eyes, and you finally snap yourself out of it and push yourself to run over. Smoke engulfs you as you run forward, and you shoot your arms out, carelessly using the force to throw rubble out of your way as you search.
***
Two Months Ago
Mai-Lee walks in to see you and Echoa laying on the floor, with you watching as she crawls around. She’s been learning and growing fast, much faster than normal babies. It’s almost as though she has accelerated growth. Doctors and scientists have run tests, and you’re currently waiting for results. Could Echo’s quickened aging have passed on to her? “You have a visitor,” Mai-Lee says, smiling as Echoa waves a tiny fist at her. She walks in and kneels down, taking Echoa into her arms and poking her nose. “They have a gift for you,” she says as Echoa giggles.
You smile and watch as Mai-Lee sets Echoa back down before standing. “Will you send them in?”
“He was right behind me,” she sighs, setting a hand on her hip. “That man, I swear.”
“Fives?” you guess, and she nods in confirmation. “Tell me about it. He never knocked, either. Not even when he knew me and Echo were busy.”
“I feel bad for Shaak Ti having to deal with him,” she giggles.
“At least he’s not as bad as Anakin,” you reply, “I don’t even want to imagine what Padmé puts up with.”
The sound of footsteps running down the hall catches everyone’s attention, and Echoa perks up when she hears Fives calling out. “I’m coming, Echoa!” He practically crashes into the room, catching himself against the doorframe at the last minute. “There’s my little princess!” he says, rushing over to pick her up and spin her around. Her giggles filled the room and a smile shines on Fives’s face before he holds her against his chest.
“What brings you to Dohbar?” you ask, and Fives shoots you a look.
“Echoa, obviously.”
“I can see that,” you reply, waving to Mai-Lee as she excuses herself. Fives sits down next to you, setting Echoa in his lap before taking the bag he has off his shoulder.
“I have a gift for you,” he says, and she patiently looks up at him before he takes out a little baby onesie. You read what it says and then let out a long sigh, shaking your head. “What, you don’t like it?”
“You’re borderline Anakin level ridiculous,” you reply. He just ignores your comment before flipping it around so you could see the back. “Are you really expecting me to put that on my daughter?”
“Yes,” he immediately replies, and you let out another sigh before snatching it from him and picking up Echoa, carrying her over to the table to change her outfit. Once she’s in it, you hold her out for Fives to take into his arms. He has the biggest smile on his face as he holds her, and you can feel the joy radiating, even without the help of the force. “It’s perfect!” he says, and you let a small smile come to your lips as you shake your head.
“You’re going to spoil her too much,” you comment, leaning back and using your arms to hold you up.
“Non-sense,” he counters, “it would be impossible to spoil her too much.”
***
This wasn’t a part of the plan. This should never have happened. That cannon had been destroyed, you had been sure of it. There’s no way it could have been operable, and even if it was, it could never have made that shot.
But it did.
***
One Month Ago
“So, the results of the tests came back,” you say as you hand Fives a drink you’d just poured. You clink your glasses together before both taking a sip. Shaak Ti isn’t drinking tonight, but she’d joined Fives on his trip to Dohbar to finally meet Echoa.
“And?” she asks, Fives nodding in agreement to her curiosity.
“She does in fact age faster,” you reply. “It seems as though she doesn’t age as fast as the clones, though. Instead of aging at a rate of two years for each year, she ages at a rate of 1.5 years for each year.”
“So, how old is she technically right now?” Fives questions, and you think for a moment.
“I guess she would be…three months? Since she’s technically only two months old.”
“She’s growing fast then,” Shaak says, “Are you sure you want to go back so soon? You might miss some important moments.”
“I don’t have any other choice,” you sigh before taking another drink. “The Council is already on me about it, and besides, I don’t want to wait much longer. I’m getting antsy.”
Shaak takes a sip of her non-alcoholic drink, and you can tell she’s holding a comment back. You know some Jedi don’t approve of your eagerness to fight, despite them knowing you came from a warrior-based planet.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to get back out into the battles,” Fives starts, “but you have to keep your daughter in mind. You’re her only surviving parent, and I know Kwol and Ahni would take care of her for you if anything happened, but still.”
“You have to ask yourself what you care about more,” Shaak adds, “your life as a Jedi, or your life as a mother.”
You drink the last bit of your drink before setting your glass down on the table in front of you. “Echoa’s awake,” you say, standing and swiftly moving to the door, “I’ll be heading to bed after I check on her.” You don’t see their reactions, but Fives nods before finishing his own drink while Shaak lets out a sigh, her fingers tapping nervously on her glass. She didn’t mean to upset you, but she’d spoken honestly.
You usually fought with only a small care for yourself, mostly worried about your troopers, but now you had someone else to fight for, to survive for. And as you look down at her in your arms, lolling back to sleep, you know Shaak is right. But you can’t choose between the two lives, just like you couldn’t choose between being queen and a Jedi. It’s all or nothing with you, and you’re determined to make it work.
You set her back in her cradle, brushing the hair from her face,. She sleeps with her mouth slightly open, and you can’t help the absolute love you feel flow to her through the force. And when she subconsciously sends her own love back, your heart feels full to the bursting point.
***
The body is so mangled that you can barely even recognize him, and if not for the signature paint on his armor, or the way your eyes had been following him ever since you saw the cannon blast, you wouldn’t have been able to name him. His hair isn’t even recognizable as his own style. A sob leaves you again, and your knees shake as you fall to the ground at his side.
***
Two weeks ago
You wait in the hangar for your newest guest to arrive. You had thought he was joking when he said he would visit your daughter, but you should have known better. It is Cad Bane, after all.
Your hands rest on your hips as you impatiently stand there, and you can’t help but wonder if he is purposely late just to get on your nerves.
No, you think to yourself, he’s a professional. He’s not late unless there’s a good reason.
A gurble from the ground catches your attention, and you look down to see your daughter sitting up and waving her arms widely. You let a small amused smirk come to your lips before you turn fully to her. “What is it, Echoa?” you ask gently. She scrunches her face and lets out an annoyed sound, waving her arms more frantically. “Do you want me to pick you up?” She beams at that, and you let out a huff. “Two minutes ago you wanted to be sitting on the ground,” you mumble to yourself while bending to pick her up. Just as you turn back around to gaze out of the hangar, you see a ship flying in, one you don’t recognize, but can clearly tell it’s owned by Bane. “Time to meet your bounty hunter uncle,” you say in a tone that would suggest slight irritation as you walk towards the ship.
“Now, don’t be like that, little lady,” Bane says as he walks down the boarding ramp. He twirls his toothpick in his mouth before smirking and glancing down. “Oh, what a doll,” he says, reaching out towards Echoa. You hesitantly let him take her into his hold, and watch as she stares up at him while she’s in his arms.
“So, what brought you here?” you ask, motioning for him to follow you inside.
“I thought it was about time to meet her,” he replies, and you let out an amused snort. “Fine, I was on my way back from a bounty and thought I should stop by.”
“That’s more like it,” you mumble. “I’m afraid you can’t stay here for long. I’m heading back to Coruscant today.”
“Already?” he asks, pausing in his steps to look at you with a questioning look. You just shrug and nod, and he looks down at Echoa again. “I’ve heard things. People making up their own theories. I’ve done as best I can to keep her name and life out of the underworld, but it’s not exactly easy.”
“I appreciate all that you have and are able to do.”
He waves his hand dismissively, gently brushing a hand down Echoa’s cheek. “I can see for myself that some theories are true, or have some truth to them. She ages faster, doesn’t she?” he asks, and you swallow hard before nodding. “With her father being a clone trooper, it isn’t hard to guess,” he assures you. “There was no leaked information. I haven’t even heard her name uttered yet.”
“That’s good, I suppose,” you sigh, taking a seat on a couch. You motion for Bane to join you, and he sits across from you in a chair. “I can’t stay here forever though, and I’ve already explained it so many times.”
“I know, little lady,” he says, “I know you well. But I also know you’ve heard this many times from many others, but I’ll be the next to say it. You have to keep her in mind when you make decisions, especially ones that endanger your life.” You bite your tongue to keep your snark from coming out, and just nod. He’s right, everyone else has said that, and it’s the truth. But it doesn’t make it any easier. “Would you want a body guard for her? Someone who can keep a constant eye out? I’d be happy to give you a discount for my services.”
This time, you let out an audible laugh at his words. “Bane, we both know I’d never say yes to that.”
“It was worth a try.”
“I appreciate the offer, but she’s plenty safe here. Besides, wouldn’t your presence here just bring more attention?”
“It might,” he admits, “but then again, I’d have your royal guard to keep me safe as well.”
“She’ll be fine without you,” you say, and your tone ends the topic. “I need to get ready,” you say while standing up. “You can stay with her for a little bit longer, or you can go ahead and fly out.”
“I suppose I should get going myself,” he says, standing up before handing Echoa back to you. He leans down and places a gentle kiss to her forehead, whispering, “take care, little doll.” He then straightens up and looks at you, an authentic smile gracing his lips. “We’ve known each other for a long time,” he starts, “and I know how much you’ve been through. I’m proud of you, y/n. More than you could ever know.”
“Thank you, Cad,” you reply, returning the smile, “I’m glad you’ve stuck with me this long, and through everything.”
“I wouldn’t dream of letting you fall,” he says before moving closer and planting a kiss on your forehead. “Goodbye, little lady. Take care, for all of us.” You nod and watch him leave, heading back towards the hangar. No one would ever quite understand your bond, but he was the one who first discovered how poorly your adoptive parents had treated you. How you’d been kidnapped and a ransom was set, and the former king and queen just told the bounty hunter to keep you, do what he wanted with you. That you were a burden to them anyway, and they’d be better off without you. He’d also been the one to hand you back to Codo, and make sure he understood that you were to be taken care of, and if anything else serious happened to you, Bane would find Codo and punish him.
Just before he reaches the hangar door, you notice Mai-Lee almost run into him. He catches her as she tries to stop herself, clearly in a rush. You snort in amusement as you watch Mai-Lee’s cheeks warm as she profusely apologizes, and then watch her almost crumble when Bane lifts her hand up to his lips to place a gentle kiss before letting her hand go and giving her a tip of his hat as he pushes open the doors to the hangar.
***
Wake up, you tell yourself. Wake up, it’s just a dream. It’s all in your head, it’s not real.
You sit up and let out a yelp, chest rising and falling as you pant and try to catch your breath. Sweat drips off of your body, and you distantly feel your limbs trembling. You let out a sigh, briefly reveling in the fact that it was just a dream.
But then again,
Jedi don’t ‘just dream’.
The hum of the Venator lights in your bunk area are like sirens in your ears. Pushing yourself up off of the bunk, you feel layers of sweat rolling down your body as you stand. It isn’t hot in here, in fact it’s kind of chilly, but the dream you’d just had set your body temperature soaring. Fear and anxiety shake your legs as you stumble towards the refresher.
Quickly slipping your clothes off, you jump in the shower, spraying cold water and then hot water onto yourself. You want to wash the sweat off, and burn out the images in your mind. It couldn’t have been a vision, it’s not possible. You’ve never had one before, why would you start having them now? And if it was a vision, then why did it have to be him?
You pull yourself from the safety of the refresher and redress in clean clothes before heading up to the bridge. As you walk past troopers, they nod and greet you, many of them having not seen you in quite a while. You smile back to them, exchanging pleasantries before continuing on.
“There she is,” Steele says as you finally join him, Hex, Sans, and Aid on the bridge. “We were about to send Sans to go get you.”
“Sorry,” you reply, “I feel asleep, and then I had a quick rinse off.”
“Well, you’re just in time,” Hex says, “we’re about to leave hyperspace, and then make our way down to the surface.”
“Shall we run through the plans one last time?” Sans asks, and everyone agrees. While you stand there listening, you can’t fight it when your mind wanders to that dream. Certain parts of the plan might go wrong and provide the chance for it to come true, and that’s what makes it hard to focus.
A gentle hand on your shoulder brings you back to the holotable in front of you. You blink a few times before looking up to see concern in everyone’s eyes. “Are you okay, y/n?” Aid asks you, and you turn to see his hand still on your shoulder.
“Yeah,” you swallow, “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You’re breathing heavily and you look pale.”
“I just…” you start, shaking your head before finishing. “Bad dream, that’s all.”
“Dream?” Steele questions, exchanging a look with his twin, “Jedi don’t dream. They have visions, right?”
You shake your head, fists clenching at your sides briefly. “No. For the sake of my sanity, and anxieties, I need to believe it was just a dream.”
Steele and Hex exchange another look, and Sans takes a step closer to you. “Do you want to tell us about it?”
“No,” you instantly respond, eyes going wide before leaving him and finding that one trooper you’d dreamt of. When your eyes rest on him, your mouth goes dry, and you barely whisper out, “I can’t.”
The members of Jawa Squad, save for Tie who isn’t with the group, all look towards where your eyes went, and you feel them freeze in place. Steele reaches out to squeeze Hex’s wrist for stability, and Hex just keeps a stoic expression. Aid swallows hard, and you can tell he’s fighting back a wave of nausea.
“We won’t let it happen,” Sans says, his tone uncharacteristically stern and serious, almost as though he’s commanding it to the galaxy. “We can’t.”
As the Venator comes out of hyperspace, you watch as the trooper stands up. When he notices everyone looking at him, he gives his signature smile and waves before shooting finger guns as he begins to walk closer. Steele releases Hex’s wrist with a sigh, and Hex glances at his twin from the corner of his eye, giving a brief nod of assurance.
“So, are we all ready to go?” you hear Tie, who is now with you and the rest Jawa squad, ask, and you turn slightly to give him a nod. “Great! I’ll go get the transport pilots ready,” he says before heading off, speaking into his comms to tell everyone to get to the hangar.
“It’ll all be okay,” Aid says to you, and you can tell he’s also trying to convince himself. You give him a smile, nodding again. It seems like you can’t speak, the fear of what may happen is silencing you, and you don’t know what you could possibly say if you do end up finding that mangled clone body.
You lead the rest of the troopers on the bridge down to the hangar, and wait until everyone is on board their transports before you hop into your starfighter. Maybe if you did things a little differently than normal, then he might survive. Or maybe going away from the normal is what killed him in the dream. You lean forward and rest your head in your hands, the stress over this getting to you. Taking deep breaths, you try to calm your nerves before you sit up and look out the view port.
“Are we ready to take off?” you ask over the comms, and Tie replies with an all-set. You lead the way out, flying over to where the main camp will be. When Jawa Squad lands, you hop out and join up with them. You exchange brief nods before Hex and Steele take their part of the battalion, while you and Sans take your part. Tie lingers in the camp with Aid, and you watch them closely, memorizing them as they are now.
“It’ll be okay,” Sans says, gaining your attention by resting a hand on your shoulder. You just give him a weak smile, nodding silently before stepping forward to begin to lead the troopers. Each step you take sends a wave of guilt through you, and you have to fight your urge to stop and go find that one trooper and tell him to just go back to the Venator and wait in safety until the battle is over. But that wouldn’t work, either. He’s not the type to sit back and watch his brothers die while he’s in safety. Especially not those in his squad.
“We can do this,” you say suddenly, setting your mind.
Sans turns to you and you can feel the smile from under his helmet. He nods and raises his blaster, turning back to the enemy. “After you, General Jinn.”
You let out a snort at the title and give him a playful nudge before igniting your lightsaber and running out of the cover you had been marching in, exposing yourself to the enemy.
It seems like all in the same second, the sound of battle explodes from everywhere. Troopers charge behind you as you begin deflecting enemy shots. It doesn’t take long for the Separatists to start using their cannons, and Tie isn’t yet back with the other pilots to drop your own explosives on them. They had been ready for you and you’ll end up paying the price.
“We need to prioritize taking out those cannons,” you yell into the comms.
“Two groups of five take each cannon,” Sans shouts into his, “one group focus on taking out the cannon, and the other group focus on providing support and cover fire.”
“On it!” a few troopers respond, and you watch as they grab others close by before heading off. You watch as Uma, Skipper, Bullseye, Ripple, and Lightweight decide to head off, and you can’t help but feel a rush of fear run through you. You take a step towards them, but Sans’s hand on your shoulder stops you. He shakes his head slowly, and you give him a pleading and fearful look, but he just tightens his grip.
“They’ll be okay,” he replies, before the sound of shrieks rips through the air. You instantly turn and run towards them, towards the sound, out of Sans’s grip, and you see them on the ground with smoke coming from nearby. You can only beg the Maker to have let them get out of the way in time. As soon as you reach them, though, the cannon fires again.
The ringing in your ears is the first thing that you notice. Next is the pain in your body, mainly in your head. Then you the smell of burnt plastoid comes from all around you, and your heart lurches into your throat. You swallow hard, trying to keep yourself from being sick. When you finally open your eyes, you’re met with Lightweight lying motionless beside you. You try and choke out words, but all that comes is a cough.
The sky is grey above you, and you feel yourself absentmindedly pushing yourself up with weak arms. It feels as though you’ve done this before, and you don’t feel in control of your actions. It’s almost like you’re just watching yourself go through the movements, unable to stop them.
Explosions land all around you, and the sky lights up with flashes of red, orange, yellow, and white. It would make a beautiful painting if all those colors were swirled and mixed together. But this isn’t art, this is war.
The ground shakes and you nearly lose your balance as the Separatists continue to lay down the fire on you and your battalion. Thankfully, it seems that their numbers have dwindled down greatly, and the only real threat is the cannons.
You feel the bile rise in your throat as you realize that there aren’t enough troopers to be able to fight the droids and take down the cannons. That leaves only one option, and you nearly sob at the thought of it. Your only hope left is Bomber Squadron.
Almost as though you hear it from a distance, your comm screams with the words of Sans commanding Tie to take out the remaining cannons. You hear Tie respond, but his words don’t register to you. Just the sound of his voice, the hope, the pride. The bravery.
A groan of pain catches your attention, and just a couple meters away, you see Hex and Steele on the ground. You hadn’t realized earlier that you were so close, but it doesn’t matter now. Not with what you see. Steele’s right leg is missing from the knee down, and Hex is shouting at others to get help, to get Aid. You swallow hard again before finally looking back at Lightsweight’s squad. You can’t feel any of their force signatures, and your heart breaks as you realize you lost them all. Uma, Skipper, Bullseye, Ripple, and Lightweight are dead, all because you hadn’t been there in time to save them.
The sound of gunships catches your attention, and your heart stops beating, your lungs stop breathing, as you look up to the sky. Bomber squadron flies overhead, and you feel the blood drain from your face. Your hands shake at your sides, but all you can do is stand and watch.
You’re only vaguely aware of Hex and Steele to your left, but Aid is there now as well. He’s wrapping up Steele’s leg while Hex holds him still through all the agonizing screams. You’ve never heard such noises from Steele, and you never want to again.
Once he’s done with Steele’s leg, Aid stands and turns to walk away, before taking a few running steps. You watch as he vomits up his rations, and anything else that might be in his stomach. You can feel the fear coming from him, even though you’re not close by. It’s strong, and you feel more hurt pile onto you. Sans runs over to Aid, holding him gently as he trembles on his knees.
You and Aid make eye contact once he regains his composure, and you hold it for a few seconds before the sound of gunships catches your attention again. You both turn to look at the sky as Bomber squadron flies over, and everyone else around you watches as well. Your heart seems to both race and not beat at all, and your lungs don’t feel like they’re working. Even your vision threatens to give out, but you will your body to keep working.
There’s nothing you can do but watch as it happens. The blast from the cannon fires in slow motion, and every second drags out as it flies towards the squadron. Of course, it had been aimed at the ship in front, and leaders are always in the front of the squadron. Tie is always in the front of the squadron.
In what feels like hours, but is only a matter of seconds, the blast hits Tie’s fighter, and you let out a scream as you shoot your arm out, trying to use the force to somehow make him dodge it, or fling the blast away from him. But it’s no use, and his ship is already plummeting to the ground.
The sound of it crashing onto the ground is one that will haunt you forever. The metal crumbling and fracturing cuts through the battlefield like a knife. Somehow, your knees are still holding you, and from your side, you hear Aid vomit again. Steele is screaming out in grief now, with Hex holding onto him for dear life as he too trembles where he kneels. Their eyes are locked on the ship, just like yours. All the comes from Sans is silence.
You’re frozen in that spot as you watch the smoke rise up from the wreckage. You can’t will yourself to move, to go check to make sure he didn’t somehow survive. Maybe you’re hoping that if you don’t go over, you’ll see Tie fly above you, saying something snarky over the comms about needing to get home to his boyfriend. But the yelling that’s all around you proves that you’re hopes are wrong.
You faintly feel a hand rest on your shoulder, trying to gently shake you back to reality. You don’t notice until then that tears are streaming down your face, and you’re screaming where you stand. The feeling of your throat going raw gets you to stop, and you turn to see Sans’s desperate eyes. It’s then that you’re finally able to pull yourself back together and run over to where Tie’s ship crashed.
Smoke engulfs you as you run forward, and your heart pounds in your chest with each step you take. You don’t know how you’re even running, as your legs feel like lead. When you reach the wreckage, you throw your arms out, carelessly using the force to try and throw rubble out of the way as you search for him.
This hadn’t been a part of the plan. It should never have happened. The cannon that hit his ship shoulder have been destroyed, it was destroyed. You saw it yourself. There’s no way it could have been able to shoot him down, even if it had somehow been operable. But it wasn’t destroyed, and it was operable, and it had shot him down.
When you finally find him, Tie’s body is so mangled that you can barely even recognize him. If not for the signature paint on his armor, you might have been able to convince yourself it was someone else. But your eyes had been following him ever since you saw the cannon blast, and you knew it had to be him. If you didn’t have these clues, you never would have been able to name the trooper as Tie.
When you pull off his helmet to take his pulse, his hair isn’t even recognizable as his own style. It’s matted with blood, and you look away from it before you see too much. There’s no mistaking the way his eyes are closed, or the way you don’t feel a pulse or breathing. Your knees shake and you fall forward on your hands. You’re sobbing at his side, unable to do anything else but beg the Maker that this isn’t real.
Wake up. Wake up, it’s just a dream. It’s all in your head, it’s not real. Wake up. Please.
When you open your eyes again, it’s the same as when you closed them. You let out a wail of agony as you punch the nearest piece of metal. You don’t notice how your hand starts to bleed, or how the skin on your knuckles is ripped away. All you can see is Tie laying lifelessly in front of you.
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When you arrive back on Coruscant, you watch as trooper after trooper is taken to the med center. With every passing stretcher, a string in your heart tears. Your men lost so much, and so many weren’t able to come home. Inside, you feel like you’re falling apart. The Council had failed you all, and let you rush towards your deaths. A million emotions swirl inside you, battling for control. It’s all so overwhelming that you feel like you need to just scream, but before you can get the chance, you see the one stretcher you’d been both anxious and scared to see.
Tie.
You hadn’t gone to the medbay to check on him, you’d been too scared to see the extent of his injuries. But now, as Aid is rushing him by, you get a sense of just how bad it is. Instead of following Aid, the rest of Jawa Squad walks over to you. Hex and Steele look distressed, and Sans looks concerned.
“Y/n,” Sans says gently when he reaches you. Perhaps he can see some deeper emotion in your eyes that you aren’t able to register, because when your gazes meet, his expression changes to sympathy. In a second, his arms are around you and you’re crying in them. You distantly are aware of your nails trying to dig into his armor as your cries turn into sobs. If Sans hadn’t been holding you, you would have fallen to your knees. His hold on you tightens and you can hear him trying to quietly calm you, but it’s no use. You feel as though this is only the beginning of all the loss you will experience. First Echo, now half your men. What’s next? Codo? Jawa Squad? Kwol or Ahni? Your baby?
Those thoughts spurred another round of sobs, and you feel Hex and Steele join in on the hug. You’re grateful for their support, but it’s not enough now. Not when you’re the one who led their brother into the battle where he was nearly killed, and might have sustained fatal injuries.
After a while, the boys are able to lead you to your quarters, where Hex prepares a meal while Steele and Sans keep trying to comfort you. They stay with you all night, taking turns holding you as your body convulses with each sob. You can’t get the sight of the battlefield out of your mind, or the number of stretchers that were fully covered to hide the bodies of the troopers who died of injuries. And then the image of Echo’s helmet came to mind, and another feeling of grief washes over you. Your hand rests on your stomach, and you reach through your tears towards your growing baby. They’re the only one who can comfort you right now, but it’s enough to stop the tears. After a while, you finally fall asleep, but it’s a restless one. If Jedi could dream, you’re sure you would have dreamt of the battle, and the loss you experienced today.
~~~
“Y/n?” Codo’s voice floats to you from a distant realm, one outside of your meditation. At first, you want to ignore it, but he’s persistent in gaining your attention. “You know, this was the spot that your father’s former master would often meditate.”
“You can say Count Dooku, Codo,” you respond, opening your eyes to look at him. “We’ve had our meeting, though I can’t say it was pleasant.”
“He was a good man, before,” Codo sighs, sitting next to you. “And despite what he said to you during your encounter, he loved your father like a son. It was when Qui-Gon was slain that Dooku’s fate was secured. After his death, Master Dooku was gone, and he was replaced by the Sith that possesses him now.”
“I wish I could have known them both,” you say. “Qui-Gon and Dooku.”
“In a perfect and fair galaxy, you would have,” Codo says, “but not in this one.”
“Did you come here to tell me something?”
“The Council would like to meet with you to discuss some things.”
You let out a huff of annoyance. It’s been a few weeks since your devastating mission, and you still can’t shake the feelings of failure and betrayal. If the Council had done their duty correctly, then half of your battalion wouldn’t have been lost. And if you had been smarter, you would have realized the mission was suicide.
“I believe they are going to offer an apology.”
“Well they can shove their apology up the Maker’s asshole, because I’ll never accept it. The only way to mend things is to bring back the lives that were lost for nothing, and we all know that can’t be done.”
“Just hear them out, my child. If not to forgive them, then to just listen.”
“Alright,” you sigh, standing and stretching. “You owe me dinner for this.”
“I can pick up Dexter’s for dinner if you would like,” he offers, and a grin immediately covers your features.
“You know me, I’d never turn down Dexter’s,” you laugh. “Better start heading over now if you don’t want to make me wait too long, old man.”
Codo huffs, shaking his head before chuckling. “I am not old.”
“You’re older than me, and you’re also closer to Plo’s age than Kit’s age, so therefore, you are old,” you respond, giving him a sassy look before giggling and heading inside to meet with the Council.
When you arrive at the Council chambers, you meet Plo’s curious eyes, and you watch them flit down to your stomach. Instinctively, you pull your robes around you more, trying to hide the beginnings of your bump.
“Master Jinn,” Mace says, gaining your attention, “thank you for coming.”
“It wasn’t really a decision I made, more Codo pressured me into it,” you say, shrugging as you respond.
“Well, no matter, thank you for coming.”
“We want to offer an apology,” Obi Wan says, and you look at him with a blank expression. “We recognize that we are at fault for what happened on your last mission, and we are sincerely sorry.”
“Your men made a valiant sacrifice for our cause,” Saesee adds, and you clench your jaw at the comment.
“As of tomorrow, your battalion will be full once more. We have new troopers arriving today from Kamino, and the ones assigned to your battalion will be assimilated quickly.”
So, they think that replacing the men I lost will make things better? They think this is an apology? you think to yourself, and more anger boils inside you.
“We were hoping that, since we allowed you a three week break, that you would be ready to go to battle again,” Obi Wan says, and that’s your breaking point.
“You allowed me a three week break?” you say incredulously, “I don’t know who told you that you allowed me to take this break, but they were lying to you. I didn’t ask for it, no one told me to take it, I just did out of my own free will. And replacing the men that I lost is not even close to an apology. So many of my battalion lost their lives for nothing, and others lost their brothers for nothing. Some were young, some had been with me from the beginning. I will not be returning to battle tomorrow, I will be heading to Dohbar with Jawa Squad. When we return to Coruscant, we will decide when and where to fight.”
“Disobeying the Council will have consequences, Master Jinn,” Ki Adi Mundi says, and you turn him to speak, but before you can, Mace speaks up.
“I believe we should let Master Jinn do as she wishes. We are, after all, fully to blame for what happened to her battalion on their last mission. We were foolish and acted irresponsibly. When the 17th battalion is ready to return to the war, they will return, and no sooner.”
“I agree with Master Windu,” Plo says, and you feel grateful for the both of them speaking on your behalf.
“Go to Dohbar, you may. Decide when to return, you will,” Yoda says, and you nod your thanks. You turn to leave then, and as you step into the elevator, Mace and Plo approach you.
“Thank you for sticking up for me,” you tell them, and they both nod to you.
“I would actually like to speak to you privately, Master Jinn,” Mace says, and you agree. He leads you to an empty meditation room, and motions for you to sit. “How are you doing?”
“Not well,” you admit, hand resting against your growing baby bump. “It’s hard going through this, especially with Echo being gone. Jawa squad, Codo, Kwol, and Ahni are helpful, but it’s not the same.”
“I understand, and I want you to know that I will provide any help that I can, and I feel confident to speak on Plo and Kit’s behalves as well.”
“Thank you, Mace,” you respond, smiling softly at him. He returns the look before letting out a sigh.
“Your father would have been so happy for you,” he says, a distant look coming to his eyes. “He always loved being around the younglings. I could always sense how much it hurt him to not be able to be the father he wanted to be to you. He would have done anything to be a wonderful grandfather to your child.”
“I don’t really know what to say to that. Of course, I believe you, but it’s just hard to know what to say when I only met him once.”
“Actually, he visited you quite often when you were a baby,” Mace says, and you look at him in confusion. “When you were first born, after your mother died in childbirth, he took responsibility of finding you your home. He entrusted the royals on Dohbar, partly because of the safety of the planet, and partly because he felt like with you there, he’d be able to see you grow. However, his plan didn’t work out in the end. The royals ended up banning him from the system, telling him that you were a royal, and not a Jedi. They never wanted you to know who you came from, because they didn’t want the taint on your image.”
You scoff in response, shaking your head. It didn’t surprise you that the royals did this, but it still hurt to know how much of your life you had hidden from you by them. “Every time someone tells me something about the former king and queen, I’m never surprised with how horrible they’re made out to be.”
“They were good at being royals, but they were not good people,” Mace agrees. “I’m glad you turned out more like your father, even if you do tend to have quite a bit of his wild and defiant nature.”
“I guess us Jinn’s are just made that way,” you joke, and he chuckles with you.
“I almost wonder what your little one will be like. With your defiant nature mixed with Echo’s by the books nature, they should be at least very interesting.”
“I’ll need all the help I can get with them,” you agree. “I just can’t wait to know if it’s a little girl or boy.” When you say this, curiosity flashes in Mace’s eyes before slight confusion takes over.
“Has no one offered to reach out for you and feel their life force?”
“No, I didn’t even know that was possible,” you reply.
“Ah, well, only those very strong in the force can do it, so you’d need to ask someone like Codo, Plo, or Yoda.”
“What about you?” you ask, and Mace looks at you in surprise.
“Me?”
“Why not? You’re one of the only ones who is being supportive of me and actually trying to help. And I know we haven’t always been the best of friends, but I know your intentions are always good and that you truly care and want the best for people.”
“I would be honored, y/n,” Mace says, a smile coming to his face. He moves to sit next to you, and holds his hand out to your bump. After about a minute of concentration, a smile slowly comes to his lips again. “Would you like me to tell you?”
“Yes,” you say without hesitation.
“You have a fiery little princess on the way,” he says, and a smile bursts onto your lips.
“Little Echoa,” you say, and Mace nods. “Echoa Jinn.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl you will have.”
“Thank you, Mace,” you say. “Not just for this, but for everything today.”
“It is my honor to help you in any way possible, y/n Jinn.” You stand and hug him, something that catches him by surprise, but he quickly snaps out of it and returns the gesture. You feel a new connection with him, almost a familial one. Not quite like a father, but something similar. When you let go, he nods to you again and says his goodbye, leaving you in the room alone. You smile down at your stomach, feeling your little girl’s life force growing.
“Echoa,” you say, “my little Echoa.”
When you leave the meditation room, you head straight to Codo’s quarters. Your excitement at the news of your new discovery puts a skip into your step, and you feel like you’re glowing with joy. People watch you curiously as you walk by, but you pay them no attention. As you approach his door, you hear familiar bantering from inside, and smile as you roll your eyes. Opening the door, you see Sans, Hex, Steele, Aid, and Tie all sitting around Codo’s dinner table.
“Hey y/n!” they all say, turning to wave at you with mouths full of Dexter’s Kowakian crumb cake.
“Isn’t dessert supposed to be eaten after your meal?” you joke, and they all scoff at you.
“Any true fine diner knows that the dessert should be the appetizer, main course, and dessert item,” Steele says, waving his fork at you.
“So you’re saying that the only thing you should eat is the dessert?”
“Precisely.”
“Well, I guess that just means more Shawda sandwiches for me,” you say, grabbing one and taking a bite.
“How did the meeting with the Council go?” Codo asks, and you let out a sigh.
“Well, I argued with Obi Wan again.”
“Not surprising.”
“But Mace and Plo stood up for me. They said that I should be allowed to take as long of a break as needed, and go to Dohbar for as long as I want. With Jawa squad,” you add.
“Yes!” Sans says, crumbs falling from his mouth. “I can’t wait to go swimming again.”
“Who says you won’t be busy working?” you question, and he snorts in response.
“Please, I’m a soldier of the Republic, not Dohbar. Kwol can try to order me around as much as he likes, but I won’t lift a pinky unless I want to.”
“That’s for sure,” Hex says, earning a glare from Sans.
“No rough housing in my quarters, young men,” Codo says. “If you want to roll around the floor wrestling each other, go into the hall.”
“Yes, Codo,” they all respond, and you giggle to yourself when they do.
“Any other exciting news?” Aid asks, and you smile as you nod your head.
“Mace asked me if I’d found out the gender of my baby yet, and I told him I hadn’t. I asked him if he’d be willing to tell me, and he said yes.”
“Wait, does that mean we get to know if we’re gonna be aunts or uncles?” Steele asks, and Tie knocks him on the head.
“You di’kut, we all identify as men, so we’re gonna be uncles. It's the baby that will be our niece or nephew.”
“I knew that, di’kut. I was just making a joke.”
“Sure you were,” Aid says, and Steele stands up and leans over the table at him, but Codo clears his throat and gives him a warning look. Huffing, Steele sits back down and mouths something to Aid, most likely a threat, because he narrows his eyes and angrily mouths something back.
“Alright, calm down, everyone,” you say, waving a hand over them and spreading calm energy through the force. The tension leaves them all and they turn to you, now with excitement and curiosity in their eyes.
“So?” Tie says, “we gonna have a little girl or boy joinin’ the family?”
You smile wide, resting your hand on your growing bump, and say the name you’d chosen. “There will be a new little princess.”
“It’s a girl!” Sans cheers, “I won the bet!”
“You bet on my baby’s- you know what, I’m not even surprised,” you say, shaking your head.
“I’m very happy for you, y/n,” Codo says, resting a hand on your shoulder and smiling.
“You’re going to be an amazing grandfather, Codo,” you reply, and his smile widens.
“I will do my best to honor your father in this position.”
“I can take on your husbandly duties if you’d like,” Sans says, flashing you a smirk.
“I think I’ll pass on that offer,” you say, earning a sigh from the man.
“I guess I’ll have to try again later.”
“Or just give up,” Aid mumbles, earning a guffaw from Sans.
“Me? Give up on my Queen? Never.”
“I guess you’ll be waiting until your final breath, then,” you tease, and he shoots you a grin.
“So you’ll kiss me goodbye?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You said I’ll be waiting until my final breath.”
“Yes, but I didn’t say I would give into your request.”
“You wouldn’t let a dying man fulfill his final wish?” he questions, and you just shake your head before responding.
“Enough, Commander. Just keep eating your crumb cake.”
“Yes, General,” he mocks, earning a light smack to the top of his head from you.
“So, how long are we going to be on Dohbar for?” Hex questions, and you shrug your shoulders.
“Honestly, I have no idea. I only really said that because I want to get away from Coruscant and battling.”
“Well, take however long you need,” Codo says, “the 17th won’t be going anywhere without you, and as much as the Council may think they need you, your life and baby are more important.”
“I know,” you respond, putting your plate in the sink before heading to sit on the couch. The boys follow you, and squeeze onto the couch with you.
“So, are we watching a holovideo and playing some games tonight?” Steele asks, and the others start debating over what to do. You feel yourself getting tired as they talk, and eventually your eyes start to feel heavy. Aid, who is sitting on your right, shifts so that your body is now resting against him. You turn your head and look at him briefly, and you both smile at each other. He mouths, “get some rest, y/n. You’ve earned it.” You just nod and let your eyes close, sinking into him as you let sleep take over.
It’s the middle of the night when you wake up, and you’re not quite sure why it happened, but you sense some kind of disturbance in the force. You briefly take note of your situation. You’re resting against Aid, with Tie laying his head in your lap. Hex is sitting in a chair with his feet up, head back while he snores. Steele is squeezed in the chair with him, but his feet hang over one side as he lays across his brother. Sans is lying on the floor in front of the couch, curled up under a blanket that looks a little too small for the trooper.
As much as you want to stay and enjoy this moment and fall back asleep with Jawa squad, another feeling of disturbance hits you. Reluctantly, you slide out of your position and step over Sans, giving the warmth of Codo’s room one last gaze before heading out the door.
The cool air of the hall sends a chill through you, and you pull your Jedi robe tighter around you as you follow the feeling you’re sensing. It’s almost familiar to you, like someone you know is reaching out or in distress. It’s a young signature, and your mind jumps to the twins. Could one of them be in need? The thought makes you quicken your steps and worry floods through you.
Soon enough, you reach the door to where they sleep. The feeling in the force is strong, and you know you’d been right to check on them. When you step in, a bunch of tiny youngling’s heads turn to look at you in surprise. Candles are lit all around the room, and it seems that they were up to no good.
“What are you all doing?” you ask, and they all look away as their faces heat in embarrassment for getting caught.
“It was Tayah’s idea,” one of them says, and you look over and find Tayah with an angry face.
“Tayah, is that true?”
“No!” You look at the other youngling again, and his mouth is gaping in disbelief. You fold your arms and look at them all individually before sighing.
“Everyone, blow your candles out and get back into your beds.”
“But-”
“No,” you say, cutting off another youngling. “It is past time for you all to be asleep. And candles are not permitted in your dormitories. I will be telling Master Yoda about this.”
“No! Please no!” a bunch of them cry, and you hold up your hand for them to be quiet.
“You are Jedi younglings, correct?” After a second, they nod, and you continue. “Jedi do not lie, Jedi do not deceive, and Jedi do not break the rules. Jedi follow the Order and listen to what their Masters and Council have to say. Disobeying can lead to many punishments. You will all receive the fair punishments you have earned for your actions.” They all groan, and you look over to see Tayah wiping away tears. Your expression softens and you walk over to her, sitting on the edge of her bed when you reach her. She turns away from you, hiding her face. You smile softly and gently grab her hand.
“Tayah,” you say quietly, “would you like to stay in my quarters with me for the rest of the night?”
“I’m not in trouble?” she asks, and you purse your lips before responding.
“Well, yes, you are, but I have a feeling there’s a reason for you to be acting out. Come with me, okay? We can talk on the way to my room.”
“Okay,” she says, sliding off her bed and putting a pair of boots on. You wave goodnight to Ringo and take Tayah from the room. “How is your training going?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbles, frowning at the ground.
“Is it not good?”
“It’s so hard, and everyone is so mean to me!” she says, a bit too loudly for the quiet of the night. You look at her curiously before pausing in your steps to bend down and be at eye level with her. You gently turn her cheek to you and she has tears in her eyes again. You pull her into a hug and lift her up, setting her on your hip as you carry her down the hall.
“Are the others bullying you?”
“Yes!”
“Have you told any of the Masters?”
“I’ve tried, but they just tell me I need to ignore them and not let the emotions cloud my judgment,” she replies, waving her hands mockingly as she finishes.
“Well, they’re right, but they’re also wrong,” you say, looking down the hall. “You can’t react to your emotions or use them to react, you have to control them and let them pass. You have to be rational. If someone angers you, you cannot kick them. You have to understand where they may be coming from and help them change. If that doesn’t work, then ignoring them might.”
“Everyone just always says how I can’t do anything and I’ll never be a Jedi,” she says, burying her face into your neck. You rub a hand around her back, trying to comfort her the best you could.
“You can be anything you want, Tayah,” you say, “I believe in you, Codo believes in you, Ringo, your mom, and your dad believe in you. You just have to believe in yourself and prove everyone else wrong.”
“But it’s so hard.”
“I know, and unfortunately it doesn’t always get easier. But you just have to keep fighting.”
“I’m tired, though,” she mumbles.
“Then let’s make sure you get a good night’s rest tonight, okay?”
“Are you still going to tell Master Yoda?” You sigh, thinking it over in your mind. Sure, it was dangerous for them to have the candles in their dorm but they’re also just younglings. But then again, bad behavior shouldn’t be ignored.
“Yes, but I will make sure he isn’t mean with his punishment.”
“Okay…” she replies, and you turn your head to plant a kiss on her cheek. She smiles at that, and snuggles closer in your arms.
“I’m heading back home tomorrow,” you say as you enter your quarters. Tayah whips her head up, and wonder fills her eyes.
“Are you going to see my mom and dad?”
“Yes, and I’m going to try and bring you and Ringo back some gifts from them.”
“Yay!” Tayah cheers, and you set her down on the floor. She runs to your bedroom and jumps onto your bed, and you giggle to yourself as she does. “What’s this thing?” she asks, and you walk in to see her holding Marvin. A pang of hurt hits you, and tears start to well in your own eyes. You quickly compose yourself, though, and walk over to sit by her side.
“That’s Marvin. Me and Echo won him at an arcade on our first date.”
“Marvin? What kind of name is that?”
“I don’t know,” you laugh, remembering the naming process. “But it fits him.”
“I guess,” she replies, her voice sounding unconvinced. “When can we see Echo again?” Another pang of hurt shoots through you, and you look away to blink back your tears as you respond.
“Well, I’m not sure. Master Skywalker…he sent him on a very long mission…I don’t even know when he’ll be back.”
“Can we holocall him?”
You shake your head, swallowing and clearing your throat before speaking. “No, I’m afraid he’s not able to talk. He’s…he’s deep undercover. Not even An-I mean Master Skywalker can talk to him.”
“Oh,” she says sadly, and you look back at her. She’s cuddling Marvin as she lays on your bed, her eyes studying you. “Y/n?”
“Yes, Tayah?”
“Is he going to come back?” The words cut through you, and you’re unable to keep the tears from falling. You try to smile, but it quivers on your lips. You close your eyes and slowly shake your head, and after a moment you feel Tayah shift to hug you. “It’s okay, you still have a part of him with you.”
“What do you mean?” you ask, sniffing before looking at her curiously.
“Your daughter,” she says, resting a hand on your belly as she looks up at you. You feel your eyes widen slightly, and you try to move past your confusion.
“How do you know about her?”
“I can sense her,” she says, looking down at your belly. “She’s a lot like you, but she’s also a lot like Echo. She’s going to have your strong will, and his smarts.”
“Are you calling me dumb?” you ask jokingly, and she giggles while shaking her head. “Alright, Tayah. Now that we’ve both cried, I think it’s time for bed.”
“Okay,” she says, scooting back to her spot. You lay down next to her, and she snuggles closer to you. You hold her close, basking in the love you have for each other. She may not be your daughter, but she was the closest thing to a niece you have, and you’d do anything to protect her. Something felt off, though. Especially when she was talking about training. Despite being strong in the force, you wonder if she really is meant to be a Jedi or not. You push the thought away, instead thinking of your little girl. Less than half of your pregnancy is left, and internally you can’t wait for it to be over. You want to hold your little Echoa, and watch her grow into the daughter her father would have loved.
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The amazing and lovely @audpaints has brought Hex to life in their style and I couldn’t possibly love it more. I don’t give Hex too much love but he definitely deserves it (especially because he has to always deal with Steele😂)
I love talking about my boys, and I just had this idea to talk about them being force sensitive, so here’s some headcanons I’m coming up with as I type
Sans (Sahnz): if Sans were force sensitive, he would be a sith. He has so much emotion in his heart that he would fall to the dark side. He also would look cool with a red lightsaber
Hex: if Hex were force sensitive, he’d be a grey Jedi. Following the path of neither the light nor the dark, he would do what he feels is best, even if it’s not morally correct. He has strong morals but is willing to bend them for the best outcome
Steele: if Steele were force sensitive, he’d be a Jedi master. He is passionate but also is very balanced. He’s a fun, free spirit, but knows when to be serious. He puts others first and will always follow the light
Aid: if Aid were force sensitive, he’d be a grey Jedi. He wouldn’t want to commit to either the light or the dark, and would follow his own path. He would lean more towards the dark side though, because he can sometimes be very emotional and let them control him
Bomber: if Bomber were force sensitive, he’d be a Jedi Master. Bomber’s heart is only good, and he would spread kindness and care throughout the galaxy. His intentions would always be pure and for the greater good. He’d be a very powerful and strong Jedi Master, very connected with the force
Tie: if Tie were force sensitive, he’d be a fallen Jedi knight. He would fall to the dark side because he would feel as though the Jedi Order was holding him back. His emotions are strong and he uses them too much, and believes his potential is greater than others see. He would lose himself in the fight for power and to prove himself
*bonus*
Tie killed Bomber after he fell, here’s a little snippit of something I just thought of and am going to write
When Tie fell, Bomber felt as though he failed his brother. The brother who looked up to him, the brother who always followed in his footsteps. Maybe that’s where he’d gone astray. Maybe Tie hadn’t been meant to follow his brother. Perhaps he wanted to be the leader for once. If only Bomber could have seen this before, seen how great his brother really could be. He’d do anything to bring him back, but Tie was gone.
