#whatispast

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Sometimes you gotta let the most straight-laced, calmest character respond to his boss’s/best friend’s/crush’s complete idiocy with the fuck word

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me: heidi, you can’t give all your characters chronic pain

me, whenever I absolutely wreck a character for longer than 3 minutes:

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

Love when I fuck up my own posts

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

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

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

Battle of Onderon is ongoing!

I'm actually updating on time now lmfao

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i was doing fancy little ad things before but god i'm too lazy now

whip's updated for the first time since april, nerds

ao3 | ff.net

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

Chapter 39 AO3 | Fanfiction.net

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

"I have a job for you."

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

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

Chapter 37 AO3 | Fanfiction.net

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 36 AO3 | Fanfiction.net

The silence, as she entered the plaza, struck her first. Like the poignancy of entering a long-forsaken tomb, or a battlefield as the dust settled after the fray.

For the first time, the moon felt still. Shuttles still whizzed over head, but the plaza was deserted — something she hadn't seen in the weeks they'd been here. Her instincts made her draw back against the walls, slipping along the shadows under the imagined weight of a thousand eyes.

Though, perhaps, not so imagined given the circumstances.

She rounded the last corner to the docks, her shoulders giving when there was no waiting army of teamed-up bounty hunters. And at the last vista between the docks and the haven of the ship, she drew a deep breath, tightened her grip on the bag with the exo-suit, and took a single step into the archway. The flickering neon on the other side, still reading -OCKS, bathed it in a sickly, pinkish aura that played off her hands like a fickle sunset. She drew another breath and started into it.

You're a godsdamned idiot. She hated the times her conscience sounded like Revan. Putting all your faith — the faith of the galaxy, if Kreia's to be believed — in a few flimsy layers of cloth and glass.

Yeah, pretty dumb. Not as dumb as half the things they got up to in the war.

She had entered the hall when a few running steps echoed off the metal behind her. Her hand dropped to her lightsaber as she turned before she recognized the feeling.

Atton.

He jogged to a stop behind her, and she shook her head, fighting to summon the most disapproving forwn of her life. "You should be with the others."

"Yeah, yeah." He waved her off. "Look, just... be careful, all right?"

"I will." She almost believed herself.