In which the Alliance comes to the aid of the besieged Partisans, and masters and apprentices meet again.
I love it! Yoda and Sidious as Dooku's feuding co-parents who hate each other đ
Realising that, from a certain point of view:
Ventress is Anakin's lineage great-aunt, but he's also her lineage uncle.
Anakin is both Sidious' apprentice and his great-great-grand-apprentice. Or step-great-great-grand-apprentice?
Dooku is both Anakin's great-grandmaster and his lineage brother.
Savage is Dooku's apprentice and his lineage nephew.
Savage is both Anakin's lineage nephew and his lineage great-uncle.
Ventress is both Yoda's and Sidious' grand-apprentice.
Luke is Ahsoka's adoptive nephew, and her lineage uncle, and her lineage great-great-great uncle?
Luke is also Dooku's lineage brother.
And Ventress' lineage uncle.
Anakin is Luke's father, his lineage brother (sort of in two ways?), and his lineage great-great-nephew. Oh, and his lineage great-great uncle, in a way (Anakin = Sith lineage brother to Dooku, who's Luke's Jedi great-grandmaster, in addition to being his Jedi lineage brother).
I think all of this makes Padmé pretty much everybody's in-law???
And it might require a bit of a stretch, but I'm pretty sure there are also multiple ways for Maul to be Obi-Wan's lineage relative?
Wherein Padmé, Ahsoka, Vader, and company begin to deal with the fallout of the past few chapters.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a Senator survived. A Jedi did not forsake society. Two siblings were never separated. Nor were two Commanders. And a Rogue found comrades.
The Empire has risen, but the embers of the Republic yet glow in the hearts of the just. The stage is set for rebellion, and both within the Rebel Alliance and outside of it, many fates shall interweave, for the luck of the Disaster Lineage and its associates has ever flowed in a peculiar current. And if that current is stirred, from time to time, by the enterprising Pirate⊠well, not for nothing has it been said that Fortune rules life.
Aka, Padmé lives. The fractured Chaos Clan begins to reunite. Tarkin suffers a raging case of Hondo-induced identity theft. Vader dials the wrong number and ends up connecting to the commlink of a Rebel agent called Revenant. Add in some youngling hijinks, and all of this is slowly building to a massive headache for one Sheev Palpatine.
Finally sketched out the scene that pops into my head every day on my commute!
There's this billboard on the way to where I work, advertising an attorney who deals with wrongful death cases, and every time I pass that billboard, I see this poor, bewildered attorney looking on as Padmé, Satine, Fives, and a whole lot of other clones and Jedi pack into his office, shouting and jostling and trying to get him to take their case. It's been months since the billboard first went up, but I finally managed to remember it when I was at home, with access to art stuff, and in a sketchy mood!
Google, dear, we need to have a word about what you consider to be synonymous ideas. Because you've been bolding some stuff that has literally nothing to do with the search terms I entered. And it's annoying enough when I google something about RNA, and you bold the word DNA in every result, but I get it, they're both nucleic acids. I don't agree with you, but I get it.
However, this is getting a bit ridiculous:
Suggestions are welcome if anybody knows of a more accurate search engine than this stinker!
Inspired by a "redraw this as your ship" screenshot I saw on Pinterest, and while I wouldn't exactly call this my ship, I thought it would make for a fun, dramatic scene!
And I'm discovering that I be slightly addicted to drawing Rebel graffiti in aurebesh.
Aurebesh font files downloaded from AurekFonts, Boba Fonts, and Pixel Sagas on fontspace.com
the more i think about it, I don't think Star Wars should be considered scifi. I know it already probably isn't by some, but i think that it should instead be thought of a space fantasy.
Trying something new, thought I'd do a fluffy ROTJ fix-it oneshot. Excerpt below!
âNo, you're coming with me. I'll not leave you here.  I've got to save you!â
Anakin looked up at Luke with mingled pride and sorrow. âYou already have, Luke. Youââ
âLuke!â an unfamiliar voice shouted.
Luke looked back over his shoulder to see an old soldier in the green of a Rebel unit hurrying across the hangar bay toward them. Instinctively, he leaned over his father in a defensive attitude, reaching to his waist for a weapon that wasnât there.
âItâs okay!â he told the soldier. âHe wonât hurt you!â
âI know, kid.â The soldier clapped a reassuring hand to Lukeâs shoulder before turning to his father. âAnother close one, eh, General?â
In which Padmé sends the twins to Tatooine, Starkiller makes progress, Piett begins to get in over his head, and a conversation is had which has been a long time coming.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a Senator survived. A Jedi did not forsake society. Two siblings were never separated. Nor were two Commanders. And a Rogue found comrades.
The Empire has risen, but the embers of the Republic yet glow in the hearts of the just. The stage is set for rebellion, and both within the Rebel Alliance and outside of it, many fates shall interweave, for the luck of the Disaster Lineage and its associates has ever flowed in a peculiar current. And if that current is stirred, from time to time, by the enterprising Pirate⊠well, not for nothing has it been said that Fortune rules life.
Aka, Padmé lives. The fractured Chaos Clan begins to reunite. Tarkin suffers a raging case of Hondo-induced identity theft. Vader dials the wrong number and ends up connecting to the commlink of a Rebel agent called Revenant. Add in some youngling hijinks, and all of this is slowly building to a massive headache for one Sheev Palpatine.
One of the fun things about writing is how, sometimes, you accidentally write things a certain way, and then, weeks later, you realise that what you wrote actually has significance to the story, and it adds a cool little detail to some aspect of the plot or characterisation.
In Fortune's Rule, I've written Starkiller bowing in the presence of his master. Just today, though, I realised that the more proper Sith thing would be to kneel. The true explanation for the bowing instead, of course, is that it was entirely unintentional and in fact carries absolutely no meaning whatsoever. I was a little sloppy and didn't think things through sufficiently.
However, in-world, it looks like some sort of choice on Vader's part. He taught his apprentice to bow (more a Jedi thing, I think?), rather than kneel (a Sith thing, and more subservient). Perhaps Vader's Anakin is showing a little bit, in not wanting to make Starkiller demonstrate the extreme subservience that a Sith master usually expects from their apprentice (i.e. that Sidious expects from him). At the same time, I think it also fits with Vader's character. He's a military leader, not a political one like Sidious, and as such probably prioritizes utility over ceremony. There's no need to bother with the whole kneeling thing, when a bow will do.
I love things like this, because they show how, for all that a lot of planning and intentional symbolism may go into writing, sometimes what the reader sees as significant is just a surprisingly functional mistake. (And it also makes me wonder how much of the stuff we analyzed in high school lit classes was intentional, and how much was coincidental.)
Excited to finally post this! I made it a while ago, for last week's chapter of Fortune's Rule.
This one was done with alcohol markers (going off of a pose reference I found on Pinterest, see below), black ink, and watercolor for the background.
A hodgepodge of things relating to Fortune's Rule, my Star Wars fix-it fic: behind-the-scenes-type writing stuff, maybe some sneak-peekish bits, art that may or may not make it into the story, and thoughts and questions about the SW universe. Plus, probably, some memes and other random stuff as well!
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