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jedi june 2024 — 30 instances of jedi bonding day 21: ahsoka tano & obi-wan kenobi & younglings

the clone wars, 5.9 a necessary bond

[louvao]

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[the-senates-one-fear]

AU where Katooni survives Order 66 and somehow finds Hondo who just adopts her

Inquisitor: Ohnaka, is that a Jedi behind you?

Hondo, looking behind him at Katooni, who is currently deflecting stormtrooper blaster bolts with her lightsaber: Oh! Her? Noo, no, no, no, that's my daughter!! Don't you see the family resemblance? She takes after her mother a lot but don't mention that, my love died in childbirth and it would upset her greatly to talk about it. Look!! She's already upset!!

Katooni, mid killing a trooper, deadpan: Yes, So upset Father. Look Mr, Inquisitor look at these tears streaming down my face. >:|

[mutant-bike-lover]

Remember how amazed Hondo was when he watched Katooni build her lightsaber?

Imagine him watching Ezra build his and being uncharacteristically silent.

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

~all creatures great and small~ (amazing illustration by the awesome @david-talks-sw)

“And just what exactly is it that you’ve been doing?”

Obi-Wan had to stop himself from giving his fellow Councillor—and friend—a rather pronounced eyeroll. 

“You tell me,” he said without taking his eyes off his clamoring little herd, feeling rather proud of himself. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Mace came up to his side and crossed his arms, looking decidedly unimpressed. He looked at Obi-Wan, then at his rambunctious little friends and their merrymaking, then back at Obi-Wan again. 

“It looks like you have been avoiding meetings all morning.” 

Obi-Wan couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at his mouth. He carefully put his hands in his large sleeves.

“Have I?” He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if he saw Mace’s no doubt exasperated face, so he kept carefully looking onward. “You should have called me.”

“You know I did,” Mace griped, valiantly ignoring the racket and still boring holes in the side of Obi-Wan’s face.

If it came to a contest of wills, Obi-Wan knew he’d be hard pressed to match Mace’s stubbornness. He turned to face him, and inevitably let out a huffed chuckle. Mace looked annoyed alright, but he could do nothing about the twinkle in his deep eyes. 

“You,” Mace insisted, no doubt trying to maintain what he probably hoped to be a convincingly stern demeanor, “have spent all day corrupting our next generation instead of going over mission reports.”

“Really, Mace—”

A yellow blur careening between the two of them nearly knocked them off their feet. A beige, more bipedal one rushed right after it, bumping into them both with equal speed if not equal force. 

“Sorry Masters!” the youngling yelled over her shoulder without stopping. 

Obi-Wan had to cough into his fist to keep from cackling.

“Obi-Wan.” Mace said.

“She apologized,” Obi-Wan pointed out with a brilliant smile.

“You still haven’t.”

“What for?”

Mace’s control finally cracked, and he thrust an accusing finger at Obi-Wan’s innocent face, ready to give into a rare display of unrestrained aggravation. Obi-Wan quickly batted it away and beat him to the punch.

“It’s a perfectly good way of teaching the younglings patience and control!”

Mace blinked at him, his mouth left hanging open, his finger still up and now pointing somewhere over to the right. He turned slowly, and surveyed the bustling courtyard in bemusement. The half-dozen or so pufferpigs that Obi-Wan had let loose there were being corralled by three times as many eager younglings, clone cadets and Padawans, and the animals all felt entitled to express the full range of their feelings on the matter in a loud and enthusiastic fashion. Little Mari Amithest was still running after the particularly rowdy creature that had mistaken Obi-Wan and Mace for Rodian bowling pins. 

Mace’s eyebrows climbed to previously undiscovered heights. 

“What part of this,” he gestured incredulously, “is controlled?”

“None of the pigs have puffed yet,” Obi-Wan explained seriously. 

Mace’s eyebrows were now on their way into orbit. A moment passed. Then, his expression of astonishment seamlessly melted into curiosity.

“They haven’t?” he asked, considering the whole bunch with renewed interest. 

“I told you, it’s a proven method,” Obi-Wan insisted, vindicated. He pointed to the far corner of the courtyard, where Katooni was showing some of the younger children how to feed a happy looking unpuffed puffer. “My Padawan has taught that one to do tricks.”

The squealing puffer was hopping from one foot to the other before avidly sweeping treats from the children’s outstretched hands. 

Mace was now looking suitably impressed. More careful study of Mari’s chase was making it apparent that the animal she was after was not distressed in any way, but was—rather mischievously—trying to run off with her sash clutched in its stout trunk. 

“You shouldn’t let emotions cloud your perception,” Obi-Wan reminded him in a serious voice.

“Hm,” Mace conceded magnanimously, impervious to the teasing.

The twinkle of carefully contained amusement that had been present in his eyes from the start had won over all other sentiments. A wet snort had the two Masters look down at the adventurous pufferpig that had made its way over to them. The amicable beast was fixing them with soulful blue eyes, candidly inoffensive. Its stubby tail was wagging quite politely. Mace distractedly bent down to pet the expectant critter on its broad, squishy face.

“It wants to smell your lightsaber,” Obi-Wan warned. “They like crystals.”

Mace straightened and put a hand on his hilt.

“The Mining Guild didn’t pick them up yesterday?” he inquired. “That was on the agenda.”

Obi-Wan shrugged.

“They tried, but for some reason all the identity chips turned out to be unreadable. There’s no way to prove who these fellows belong to.”

Mace gave him a flat look. 

“Hondo stole them from a Republic transport.”

“There’s all sorts of things on Republic transports,” Obi-Wan reasonably pointed out.

“The transport was chartered by the Mining Guild.”

“Hondo wiped the manifest during his hijacking. There’s just no way to know.”

“Your Padawan was there to escort the Mining Guild representatives.”

“Some mysteries can never hope to be solved.”

The pufferpig had taken to bonking its head against their legs affectionately. Mace, bowing to the undeniable strength of Obi-Wan’s ironclad argumentation, very seriously gave the tenacious quadruped another pat.

“They’re not staying,” he reminded Obi-Wan firmly. 

“Obviously not,” Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “The Temple would be a terrible environment for them.”

His friend narrowed his eyes suspiciously. 

“And you’re not making me spend my time finding them a place.”

“Honestly, Mace.” Obi-Wan gave the affable puffer a gentle shove, and it obediently trotted away to a nearby group of younglings and clone cadets who were already entertaining one of its siblings. Obi-Wan wiped his hands on his pants. “Naboo has very responsible educational farms.”

“Does it,” Mace said mildly. 

“Including a recently opened one in the Lake District.” 

Unashamedly petty enjoyment rang in the Force.

“Don’t come to me when Skywalker tries to send them back.”

“Who says I’ll pick up when he does?”

Obi-Wan loved Anakin, dearly. Still, he hadn’t yet quite forgiven his old Padawan for retiring—running away—before they could make him shoulder his share of the sacred responsibility of wrangling the Temple’s significantly increased youngling population. It was Luke and Leia’s birthday soon anyway. 

“You’re stooping to deviousness,” Mace said, carefully neutral.

Obi-Wan gave him a wry look. 

“Never. Revenge is not the Jedi way,” he said just as calmly. 

“It’s them you’re supposed to be teaching,” Mace said with a short nod towards the unruly bunch. “He’s had his turn.”

Speaking of teaching…

“Oh my,” Obi-Wan said smugly, pointing to a boy who had taken to carefully levitating a surprisingly compliant—if a little alarmed—pufferpig, “that wouldn’t happen to be Caleb, would it?”

His fellow Council member was now pinching the bridge of his nose, his other hand planted on his hip. 

“I must say, that young man is certainly very skilled at forming connections with animals. Depa must be very proud.”

“Just don’t,” Mace groaned. He whipped out his communicator. “He’s supposed to be meditating with Yoda right now.”

“That explains it,” Obi-Wan said. 

Master Yoda was slowly ambling into the courtyard, looking quite pleased with what he was seeing. He poked misbehaving younglings with his cane as he walked, chuckling to himself when they yelped and hastily reached with the Force to make sure the pufferpigs stayed relaxed. The pufferpigs themselves were only curious, and in a sufficiently playful mood that the younglings’ offended squeaking was not enough to agitate them. Caleb had set down his floating puffer with all possible speed—and great care—at the sight of the venerable elder, and made ample and readily accepted apologies to the perplexed animal in the form of scritches. 

Mace slowly put away his communicator. He pursed his lips. 

“Obi-Wan,” he said slowly, “next time, just have them practice making friends with the stray tookas.”

That’s how his master had done it, and Mace had never had any problems with connecting with animals, large and small. 

“Pufferpigs are much more even-tempered.”

It was all Mace could do not to facepalm. Giving up, he shot Obi-Wan one last dry look.

“Just do your damn paperwork.”

Obi-Wan watched him stride away, dignified and imposing. Of course, since he wasn’t exactly paying attention to his surroundings, with how focused he was on pretending he was above this whole situation, he didn’t notice Mari’s wayward puffer on a direct collision course with his legs. The poor creature, who hadn’t noticed Mace either, let out a terrified screech and promptly puffed. 

The entire courtyard froze, watching with fascination as the inflated pufferpig bounced twice and slowly rolled to a halt. It made a sorry little squeak.

Resignedly, Mace closed his eyes and set to work on gently calming down the pufferpig with the Force.

The children loudly cheered. 

[thenegoteator]

I really like your sw-atla series.

What about Katooni and Ty Lee, since they've both been in the circus, and they share a voice actress?

they swapped outfits to distract from the fact that they are planning a heist

[underrated duos in sw-atla: First | Previous | Next]

[jubjubjubie]

I want a rebels/clone wars fic where Hondo finds an alive Katooni after the jedi purge and takes her in :)

In which the empire slowly gives jobs to hondo’s crew or just takes his business or cracks down on imprisoning for that Less than legal business.

So when Hondo is crewless and finds Katooni he easily, and selfishly, accepts her under his wing.

The fic is about Katooni coming to peace with the death of the Jedi order and never seeing her family (other Jedi) again. Learning to love herself and be loved by those other than Jedi.

Hondo learns to care for not just himself while taking care of katooni only for that all to be ripped away by an inquisitor who kills Katooni and chops off Hondo’s braids.

After fifteen years he’s grown out a beard and grows fond of Ezra but refuses to care for anyone again. So his ark comes full circle and he’s still the same hondo in rebels but I get my found family fic

[mediatorartnerd]

Clansaber Study

 

Part 1, Clans.

Part 2, Lightsabers.

Image was found on Pinterest uploaded by saberlife

Clansabers (or Clan Sabers) have an interesting place among lightsabers, especially because what constitutes a Clan hasn't been explored fully on-screen. The only canon clan I could find (per the Wiki) was the group of Younglings that travelled to Ilum (containing Byph, Ganodi, Gungi, Katooni, Petro, and Zatt), but the lightsabers they make for themselves are incredibly unique to them (Byph's saber might be considered most like a clan-saber, but even then there's not many similarities), there's no clear link between their clan (which is unnamed) and the appearance of their lightsabers.

Image found in Wiki

Even for the clans we are aware of, there is still no clear link between them and what their lightsabers look like. It seems to be the link between these lightsabers and clans was a fan-drawn line.

However, I do still feel they are worth looking into because lightsabers are sick and if there's one thing I like to do it's draw lightsabers over and over.

Having drawn out all the parts I could find that might remotely be considered a clan-saber piece, here are my notes. (it does include parts of sabers seen in Grogu's flashbacks).

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1, They follow a fairly simple formula. It's easy to identify an emitter, switch section, grip section, and pommel. There's times when the grip can blend into the pommel and visa versa, but by looking at other hilts it's fairly easy to find the separation point. I've noticed the switch sections are almost all different, but have the same sections/lines drawn

2, There are so many buttons or button-adjacent greebles on these hilts. Like way too many. I guess it do be the vibe though, especially since Anakin's seems to have two or three extra buttons depending on how you decide it's supposed to be activated. Some of these could have up to 6 buttons, which is wild. I remember drawing lightsabers when I was younger and managing to combine all the functions into one button that also spins like a wheel (to adjust blade length like Kanan's saber does in Rebels).

3, These parts feel so grounded in lightsaber aesthetics, like if you have a lightsaber you're worried feels too out-there, see if any of these parts could help, or even a new piece that uses elements from these pieces. I will say there are definitely well-established lightsaber parts that exist outside of these (activation boxes like for Obi-Wan and Luke, asymmetrical emitter shrouds like Yoda or Depa Billaba, or strips on the grips like Anakin or Mace Windu) which can also be incorporated. As example to illustrate point 3, if my OC (who originally made his lightsaber from a blaster scope he no longer uses) were to repair his lightsaber with clan-saber parts, he may have these options.

To me all of these new options feel a lot more like a lightsaber than what he had originally.

 All in all, highly recommend going through and drawing some sabers with clansaber parts.