Ashlynn Moore in star wars? What she do? Maybe do what it's of the various points she could show up, old republic, prequels, original trilogy, sequels, the time between the original trilogy and the sequel trilogy, I see multiple possibilities, each one depending on when she arrives.
How did you know I was going through a Star Wars craving?
And, yes, I have actually thought about this. In depth.
While the extent, or more accurately, Ashlyn's awareness depends on the version of her that enters this universe, she is inherently a strange blip that is very, very noticeable. If she's fully aware, she actually would function in a way similar to the Father, the Son, and the Daughter. Instead of being an embodiment of the Dark/Light or Balance, I think she'd end up acting similar to a counterpart of the Father. An embodiment of Change. A necessary mechanism of growth and development that works with and against Balance. It's own mirror dichotomy of the Dark/Light.
But that's the enlightened version, the one who gives up her humanity.
The current Ashlyn is much more tangible in her interactions. She still functions as that embodiment, but she's completely unaware of it. What she identifies as plot pulling her in different directions is the Force. Like gravity keeping a planet from flying off into the vacuum of space, it is very real and has visible effects, but it's something she's so used to that she barely notices it.
This drives the Jedi/Sith insane.
Ashlyn can't actually use the Force in obvious ways. Not that she's aware of, at least. Is she a little stronger than she should be? Sure. A little more persuasive? Yes. Does she carry a tremulous aura, heavy shields, and the Force seems drawn to her in a way that mirrors a blackhole? Of course. But it's all involuntary. In the same way, she keeps blipping into the World Between Worlds.
The first time she's seen, she's soon forgotten along with everything else that happened on Mortis. Ashlyn's just stumbling through, breaching barriers like it's nothing, waving off both the Son and Daughter like the annoying children they are. Utter sacralige.
The Son loves it. He loves it less when she yells that he needs therapy, and being an embodiment of negativity doesn't justify being a poor emotional processor of that negativity.
By the end of it, Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka have a vague impression of a glowing-eyed woman ranting about something, cursing the universe, and trying to make conversation with a luminescent griffin while giving a middle finger to a tall, grey man.
It's a very odd dream.
And then Obi-Wan sees that same woman wandering through the halls of Mandalor, pouting about the lack of cool armor and dressed entirely inappropriately to be a member of an ambassador group. He doesn't know what's more of a whip-lash, seeing a strange face from a strange dream, or the way the Force seeps into her very essence.
Ashlyn's trying to get her footing. Five seconds ago, she was following a Din Dijarin and cooing over a green baby super-predator before being shot and waking up on a ship with Maul. Two seconds ago, she had her neck snapped by Savage Opress, and blinked to find herself 20 feet from Duchess Satine.
Anakin spots her on the battlefield. Running between very confused droids before spotting the incoming 501st and calling them by name.
Ashlyn is promptly crushed by a sci-fi tank and immediately finds herself between a Darth Vader and Ezra Bridger. She's promptly flattened, again, by a dropped walker.
She hides in Palpatine's closet while the man gives another woe is war and life and me, speech to a series of politicians. She tries not to react as she hears Padme being assigned Jedi protection.
Ashoka is in a Sith temple, facing down the Emperor's right-hand dog. She's going to die, but the Ghost's crew will live. The rebellion will live. The last spattering of Jedi will live with her death. The monster feels almost familiar, something about his steps and swings that makes the Force ache around her. It's coming to her, on the tip of her tounge, becasue she knows this sith. Somehow she-
"Let me through!"
That face.
"Do not drop something on me again, you midichlorian-hybrid-baby!"
The woman's arms cover her head as she darts between them; the Sith is frozen. Ahsoka is frozen. The battle stills until Maul, appearing from the shadows with Ezra Bridger on his tail, launches at the spector with a cry of pure rage.
The woman disappears with a puff of smoke.
Ashlyn opens her eyes to see Omega, still dressed in her Kamino outfit, looking at her like Ashlyn blinked into existance.
She probably did.
