#oc jedi

[paperback-rascal]

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[talesfrommedinastation]

Don't stop, doin' what you're doin', baby Don't stop, keep movin', keep groovin'

An OC Sunday and I’m starting it with a 30-year-old Madonna song. Such is life. Anywho!

Meet Rebekath 'Beka' Hardt from @bittybug-sunflower-blog. She's a former Jedi Master turned Racketeer, who is somehow in the coffee shop and figuring out what Sjael and Lola are chit-chatting about!

Or maybe keeping it on the DL since Lola is a former Sith and Beka used to be a Jedi General and that's all under the hush hush.

Yes, I am on the warpath to becoming a master at drawing hands, dang it!

[ladyazura19]

Hey, everyone!

I think it’s time to introduce some Star Wars OCs I’m putting into my AU!

I’ll make separate posts for each character, starting with this one! The next one will be posted later today!

Hope you like them all!

Name: Tula Koth

Gender: Female

Species: Twi’lek

Age: 21 (22BBY); 24 (19BBY)

Skin: Neon Teal

Eyes: Gold

Height: 5’10

Home Planet: Ryloth

Rank: Jedi Master

Lightsaber: Golden Yellow

Personality: Strong, passionate, kind, gentle, and secretly a romantic. Is usually calm, but can be angered. Can take things seriously, but is quite relaxed around her friends. Very quick both physically and mentally. Cares deeply for her Padawan and sees him as a little brother. Is immensely attracted to clone Sergeant Cardinal and will flirt with him when given the chance. Even though he reciprocates her feelings, he still blushes terribly every time she does so.

Tag Time: @leenathegreengirl

[silviastoll]

an excerpt from a current oneshot WIP i have rn:

How arrogant had the Empire become that they would parade a Jedi’s own lightsaber in front of them? Had they truly forgotten what a Jedi was capable of, even without the Force and their lightsaber, in the last 18 years? Peacekeepers, the Jedi may have been, but people so often believed peace started out peaceful. Peace’s knuckles were scarred, and her knees creaked as she stood to negotiate. They forgot that Peace had blood on her knuckles and a spark of fire in her eyes as she reached for equality and kindness, as she rose from the ashes that would one day bear flowers and greenery, to stand tall against injustice. People forgot that Jedis brought peace and maintained it. Scarred knuckles, aching knees and all. That is what she taught Bruna when she taught her to be a Jedi.

lemme know if y'all like it!

[happy-weasel]

My girly, Jedi knight, Sasha :3

This year I took part in The March Hotel and it was a lot of fun! I hoped to use the market but I didn't manage to finish my oc references fast enough. BUT it did push me to draw more of Sasha :3 she became my March Hotel guest! And so this piece happened!

I've been listening to some videos about character design and realized I can decorate my girly's Jedi robes with some Nightsister details!

Some oc lore:

During her padawan years, Sasha heard about Dathomir and how it was a planet strongly connected to the dark side. It scared her, because it was her home planet, so she feared she was destined to fall.

Because of that, her master took her to Dathomir to show Tu'rin that a birthplace does not make people good or evil.

It worked! The Nightsisters welcomed Sasha for their short trip and she quickly grew fond of the planet. Sasha realized that Nightsisters are just people and you can't label anyone based on where they were born, even herself.

After coming back to the Jedi temple she kept learning more about Dathomir and made coming back there a habit. She even got herself tattoos to match the Nightsisters!

But it couldn't last. The Nightsisters were eager to teach Sasha their ways and to get her to stay and so Sasha learned some of the magick. And she felt it was wrong. And she knew it was bad. And as scared as Sasha may be of falling to the dark side, she is strong willed and has firm principles, so after learning the magick was wrong, she turned her back on it and stops using it.

Unfortunately by doing that she also turned her back on the Nightsisters, which wasn't what she wanted, but what in the end she had to do. After that her relationship with them was strained, but Dathomir stayed being part of Sasha's identity.

Her Jedi attire has pieces inspired by Nightsisters' clothes (collar and arm wraps), showing she still feels connected to them.

[lalogawrites]

new story alert!

It finally occurred to me to share my latest work here. 😆 This is not a new fic to me, but I've been sitting on it for a couple years and finally got around to posting. It's set during Star Wars, TCW era, and features my OC Jedi baddie, Kalinda Halcyon, and the gooey marshmallow trapped by plastoid armor, OC clone Captain Stonewall. Plus, approximately a million other OCs with the occasional canon character sprinkled in for flavor. I also had a fun Republic Commando detour about half way into the fic, so eventually you'll see some of those characters stumble through. 😘 Here's a snippet:

The bacta bay was silent now. Stonewall entered the vast room, lit by the rows of bubbling tanks, each with a figure suspended within the pale-blue liquid. The clone captain’s leg ached a little, but the painkillers were doing their job, though his steps were slower than he liked. 

Which seemed to be the theme of the day. He tried to ignore that thought, at least right now. He could brood anytime, but right now he had to find his men — and his general. She hadn’t said she’d be here, but Stonewall knew her habits. 

Only a few medics were at work in the bacta bay now; most of the others were in the medbay proper, tending to the troopers who hadn’t warranted a tanking. The sickly-sweet scent of bacta hung in the air, sticking to the inside of Stonewall’s nose, and he almost replaced his bucket. Instead, he swept his gaze over each tank, noting the clone trooper held within. None of them were who he searched for. He continued down the rows.

As he went, he tried to focus on his Jedi general. Kali?

The silent call wavered in the void. Stonewall was obviously no Jedi and could not feel her presence the way she could his, but they were able to speak in this silent way. Apparently, Kali had spoken to others she…cared about, deeply, with this mind-speech, which made Stonewall feel a lot of different ways. It’d started months ago, during a mission to Florrum. By now, Stonewall had almost gotten used to the sensation of hearing his Jedi’s voice in his mind.

But she wasn’t answering now. The thought made his pace quicken and he tried again. Kali? Are you here?

You’re getting warmer, she replied, and he exhaled in relief, though it was short-lived. Though she spoke like the wry woman he knew, there was a frayed edge to the words, like she was barely holding herself together.

He paused to peer down the nearest row, then moved forward. 

Colder, she sent. Turn left, then look right.

He did, and spotted her at once: a slight, dark-haired Human woman standing between two bacta tanks on the end of this row. Stonewall’s pace quickened as he met her, and he grimaced over the imbalance in his gait. Along with the myriad of cuts, scrapes, and burns he’d sustained on Gandowyne, he’d taken a blaster-bolt to his upper thigh. Bacta had worked wonders, but he’d have a limp for the next few days, at least.

Well, there were worse things.

Read more here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85804121/chapters/226789561

[jedi-order-apologist]

Banality

There's a regular at the cantina, and the barkeep knows his secret...and what he can get for it. Written for Fandom Empire Bingo 2025 - Prompt: Death and Sweet and Short September 2025 - Prompt: Glass and /r/FanFiction's Trope Bingo 2025 - Prompt: Drunk Confession and @fandom-free-bingo Virtues and Vices - Prompt: Being Outed and @horrortember 2025 - Prompt: "When I want to stop, I can." | addiction | bargaining | responsibility

The barkeep eyed his latest regular as the man entered the cantina. Without a word, he poured a glass and slid it across to his guest, who gave him a grateful nod of the head and an appropriate amount of credits.

It was a light crowd at the moment, still early in the afternoon. People would filter in later, after the Empire Day festivities died down and the bar crawls began.

It was no real surprise that his guest wasn’t joining the celebrations. It’d been questionable whether he’d even turn up at the cantina at all today, perhaps preferring to hide away from it all, but the barkeep supposed that the lure of the drink could tempt even a Jedi to crawl out into the world for another sip.

Not that his guest had admitted that he was a Jedi; no amount of alcohol had loosed those words from his lips. But there’d been little things: turns of phrase, references to the now-over war, other oddities. Hundreds of little confessions drug up from the depths of a bottle or two, that all added up to a very nice payout for the barkeep if he had put them together right.

The Jedi was quiet today. But that was fine, the barkeep didn’t need to hear any more from him. He’d already struck his bargain.

CONTINUED ON AO3 (496 words)

[deezlees]

Order 66

A snippet from my Clone Wars fan fic I've been working on with Jedi Master Kada Tohmi, and Commander Volk. For background context, they fell in love and finally admitted their feelings for each other just a few months before Order 66 happens. Kada Tohmi is a Master in the art of Force healing.

Summary: Clone Commander Volk receives the dreaded order while his Jedi Commander stands next to him, Master Kada Tohmi.

Words: 914

Triggers: Blaster wound, removal of inhibitor chip

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Volk held the small holodisc in his hand, the message playing out in front of him. 

“Execute Order 66.” The small projection of Palpatine said. 

Something inside of Volk’s mind seemed to click, a switch he didn’t know was there, taking over his body. His hand immediately began to tremble as he fought the sensation of his self control slipping away. 

Kada Tohmi turned her gaze from the holodisc to Volk’s face. She was smiling. Her usual calm, serene smile, but her eyes held pity in them. He didn’t understand what was going on. Why did he suddenly think she was the enemy? 

“It’s alright, Volk. I knew this might happen one day.” She said to him quietly. 

Volk felt like a prisoner in his own mind as his body began to move without his permission, moving in a way he would never tell it to. His body moving to hurt the woman he loved more than anything in the galaxy. 

“Run…” Volk told her through gritted teeth. “Get away…” 

“No, my love. I’ll stay.” Kada told him softly. She stepped up to him and placed her hand on the side of his temple as she gazed into his eyes.

“Please…” Volk begged her. His hand was moving on its own, reaching for his blaster. Still, she stood calmly in front of him. He tried to fight it, whatever this was. The darkness seeping into his mind, a desire to hurt her… kill her. No!

Volk tried to step away from her, pull out of her grasp, but he couldn’t move his legs. His hand shook as it pulled the blaster from his holster. 

“Hold still.” Kada told him, her hand still gently placed on his temple. “Now that it’s activated, I can sense it. I can take it out.”

Volk had no idea what she was talking about. His eyes were wide with fear as he brought his blaster up, pressing the barrel to her abdomen. 

“P-please…” He sobbed, a single tear running down his cheek.

A sharp pain seared through his mind as his finger squeezed the trigger. Everything went blank for a second, his vision white, then red. A pain that threatened to split his skull in two tore through his mind, but just as quickly as it started, it began to fade. A gentle warmth seeping into his temple. 

Through the searing pain, he heard the blaster shot, then… he froze. His hand no longer moved on its own. He stopped himself from firing the second bolt as the pain subsided and his senses returned. 

Volk hadn’t realised his eyes were closed. He opened them slowly. Kada still stood in front of him, that calm smile on her face. She slowly lowered her hand from his temple, curled into a fist. 

“There. It’s out. They can no longer control you.” She said quietly. Volk immediately noticed how strained and hushed her voice was.

“What… what did you do?” Volk asked, his voice low and hesitant.

“I removed your inhibitor chip.” Kada whispered. “You are free…” Her smile faltered as she staggered backwards. 

Volk tried to reach for her but she fell. He stared in horror as she toppled to the floor, a blaster hole in her abdomen. He looked down at his own hand. His hand holding the smoking blaster. His finger that pulled the trigger. He threw the blaster away in disgust. 

“NO!” Volk screamed as he sank to his knees next to her. He gathered her up in his arms. “No, no, no…” 

She gasped, taking a shuddering breath as she tried to speak. “It’s alright, my love.” Kada said weakly. “It’s not…your fault…” Her body went limp, her hand falling to the side as her eyes closed. 

“Kada!? KADA!” Volk cried out pulling her limp body tight against his chest. 

Something caught his eye, as tears began to well up and spill down his cheeks. In Kada’s palm sat the strange bloodied inhibitor chip. She’d somehow pulled it out of his head while simultaneously healing him with her Force powers. All while he stood there and shot her in the gut. 

Volk’s mind raced through what he could do. All the training simulations coming back to him. But this wasn’t a battlefield, and this wasn’t a fallen brother. He didn’t have a med pack, and there was no medic to call. Or was there? 

His hand started moving before his mind had even caught up to the idea. He hit the comm on his wrist calling Yumie. He stared at it in desperation, waiting for her to answer. 

“Volk.” Came Yumie’s clipped voice. 

“Help! Kada’s down! Get to her office now!” Volk shouted into the comm.

“Coming!” Yumie responded, then the comm went dead.

Volk cradled Kada in his arms, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry!” He wept, not sure if she was even alive still. 

The seconds and minutes stretched out into long, agonizing moments as Volk waited. He didn’t have to wait long, but to him, it felt like an eternity. Eventually, the door to Kada’s office burst open and Yumie and two older students came sprinting in. 

Yumie knelt on the other side of Kada looking her over, as she gently eased her Jedi Master out of Volk’s arms and laid her on the floor. Volk buried his face in his hands, unable to control his weeping. What have I done? The question repeated over and over in his mind.

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