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Melida/Daan: The Legend of Ben

Ben is among the oldest of all the young at 13.

At 13 he soothes the fevers of the littlest who have never had enough strength or food or love, he holds up buildings that should collapse and kill them all (yet he does not do so with his strength for he is scrawny like them, weak like them. He doesn’t even touch the wood) finds water sources that are impossible to see, shoots steady even when his hands shake (as if guided by something, as if he is not entirely himself but something other, something more).

He calls it the force, they call it Ben.

At 13 he becomes a legend.

Legends aren’t born, but made in the desperate tunnels full of dying children. They say he appeared one day from the sky, that when his elders left, he refused to. That he was not born on the bloody battlefields of hate, but that he stayed because he saw them, felt with them, heard their song. He stayed when the Jedi left.

The children see how he balanced Cersai and Nield (love and hate, peace and war, water and fire). They see how the three click into place, Melida and Daan and Other. They wonder if maybe there was always an empty spot between them, waiting to be filled. Wonder if that is how this war started. Wonder if between every Melida and every Daan there is a space for something Other.

No one remembers how the war started, only that it did. Maybe there used to be a third faction, maybe something other (something more, something Ben) and when it died or left there was nothing left to bridge the Melida and the Daan.

Ben is sure as the earth, light as the air (only because they cannot hear him cry at night). He is a contradiction. He says strange things and does the impossible. Sometimes he glows with something else (something more).

He is remembered as the one who stayed (no one will say where he went). He is remembered as the Other between all Melida and all Daan.

There is an empty seat in every house. An empty seat in the Trivumate, waiting to be filled. Outside historians call it the Absent Third Phenomena— they are not sure why it is (they do not want to dig deeper, dig into the bloody history, tear their secrets and traditions and culture from the rotting bodies of child soldiers. they do not want to know). In Melida/Daan there is a word that is untranslatable that describes it, A’Benui. It is sacred. It is told to every child too young to remember the sewers, told by every Young that was touched by Ben (his something other).

(The Melida-Daan don’t know this, but somewhere else in the galaxy Obi-Wan Kenobi leads his second army of child soldiers and wonders if he was meant for anything else. Wonders if they see the cracks and uncertainty and self loathing; the first ones hadn’t. He wonders if they would be ashamed of him now, fighting, bleeding, warring, killing even now. Wonders if he will ever know peace or if he will always be a false legend made from blood and tears and a need to believe.)

Omega in my Star Wars AU

So basically, this is an AU where a couple clones found Omega after the. Battle of Kamino and smuggled her off the planet. She got passed between ships until she ended up with the 212th. She’s also force sensitive in this AU. So Obi-Wan finds out about Omega and ends up taking her on as a padawan.  Here are some Dollifys I made yesterday for this AU. (Just a note the blonde hair color with this skin tone on dollify makes it look lighter than a dark hair color)

Omega age 10 (left) & 11 (right) (seasons 3-6) designs

Omega age 12 (left) & 13 (right) (season 7 of Clone Wars and Post Order 66)  her post Order 66 outfit is inspired by her Bad Batch s2 outfit

And finally we have Omega age 26 (left) and ~40 (right) for the Rebellion and New Republic Eras

Random Headcanonish Stuff about my Jedi Omega AU

The clones speak Mando’a - this comes straight from fanfictioin because I read a lot of fanfiction about the Bad Batch and stuff with Mando’a in it. 

Anakin and Ahsoka have picked up aa bit of Mando’a, but they are not fluent and only know a few words and phrases

Obi-Wan is fluent in Mando’a and no one knew until him and Cody got into a conversation in Mando’a, Obi-Wan knows Mando’a from his time with Satine many years ago - It is my personal head canon that Satine taught him Mando’a

Obi-Wan and all the clones call Omega ad’ika and sometimes her brothers call her vod’ika

Omega and Ahsoka get into all sorts of trouble together - mainly being things like pulling pranks or sneaking off around Coruscant together

Omega has trauma from medical experimentation, like any young child would - many people think she was experimented on, at least in fanfiction

Omega has extensive medical knowledge, even at the age of 9 (she is nine at the start of my AU) - this comes from people not just assuming the line about Omega being a medical assistant was just an excuse, but actually something she actually did on Kamino

Omega has probably called Ahsoka ori’vod at some point after Order 66

The Jedi make their robes from scratch, some Jedi do buy other clothes, like Ahsoka. So Omega has a set of regular robes and a set of clothes she bought.

Jedi get an allowance

Fives is one of the most chaotic and caring people ever

Omega is devastated when the brothers she has a deep connection to die (Waxer, Echo, Fives) because they still die, or supposedly die

Anakin has emotions that feel extremely different to Omega than other Jedi’s emotions

Omega has this emotional sense in the force - because it is one of those hints I pick up on in the show that prompted this AU

Wolffe is soft with little kids

After Order 66 Omega has nightmares frequently for years - the first year it mainly consists of trauma from the clone wars and order 66, but Omega got captured by Inquisitors about a year after the order and has a lot of trauma from that

Hunter is a tired Dad a couple years after Order 66

Obi-Wan is a tired jedi master because Omega gets into shenanigans with Ahsoka.

Everyone cares about everyone else in the group

So what if he's killed people he's still my baby girl🤷🏻‍♀️

(I may have problems)

@swsource​ one year celebration: Day 1 - Tropes

↳ Opress brothers tropes

They looked at their Jedi General. She couldn't have been more than 18. Her long brown curls fell down her back and over her shoulder, they could see the tears in her eyes as she read out the names of their fallen brothers. She handed the sergeants of the fallen a letter. In this letter she had wrote down at least one good memory she had of the fallen. She was unlike any Jedi they had seen. She cared for them in a way they didn't understand, she mourned for the men she lost.

Eria started to address them. "I am so sorry men. If I had only been a little bit faster, a little bit stronger. Maybe they would have survived. I'm sorry." Her voice cracked and she stopped a moment to regain her composer. "We fight for thoes who died for us. We fight so one day we will have to fight no more. I'm sure they are in a better place looking over us protecting us! We can mourn and cry but we can not lose sight of what we are fighting for! Are we going to let their deaths be in vain?" By this point her voice was loud and strong, all the times they had done this nothing like this had ever happened. But nevertheless they all shouted in unison, "No ma'am!"

She smiled at this. "Very good men. You are dismissed. Headshot can I see you?" Headshot walks up to her, "General Serenity?"

"I'm so sorry. All your batchmates didn't make it. So I made this one for espically for you. I'm so sorry. I should have been faster or stronger. I'm a failure."

"No your not General. You are the most kind, caring, and compassionate Jedi I have ever meet. And work your ass off to keep us all safe and we all thank you for that."

She just smiles lightly at him and whispers thank you. Before walking off to her quaters. As she walks in she looks in the mirror and hates what she sees. Unlike the other Jedi she wasn't thin. Her thighs where thick and she had a pudgy belly. She hated it. It made her feel like she couldn't protect her men. It made her feel helpless as she was surrounded by ripped people. Why couldn't she be like them? She started to cry as she walked away from the mirror.

She walked over to the bed and flopped on it. She looked at her walls. They where covered in letters, letters she couldn't give to a sargent or batchmates. She started to cry.

Rex Remembers

     Rex didn’t know how he missed it. He walked closer to the multi-haired girl. On her shoulder, that number he has seen it before. It was the symbol of his brother. He hadn’t seen it in a long time. He walked closer to her and touched the symbol. Ashoka looked at her old friend, and realized why he looked so sad. That five was a huge part of his life back in the Clone Wars. His eyes filled with tears.

     “Fives.” Was all he whispered. And all it took for Ashoka to take two huge strides toward her friend. And she put her hand on his shoulder.

     “What’s going on Ashoka?” Sabine asked. The crew of the ghost looking on in curiosity. Rex dropped his hand to his side and sighed.

     “This was the symbol of one of my brothers. CT-25555. Fives. He was so proud of that number he got it tattooed on his forehead. Dumb as shit he was. But smarter than anyone else I knew. Except for Echo. Also dumb as shit.” Rex let out a small laugh as Ashoka tightened her grip on his shoulder.

    “These where some of the men that served under Rex and I. They where some of the best men anyone could ask for.” She laughed, “We had great time with them.”

    Ezra stole a glimpse at Sabine locking eyes with her. Curiosity written across his face. Sabine went to motion him not to ask. But his curiosity got the best of them.

   “Really?” The small blue haired boy asked.

    Rex was taken aback. Before he started laughing. He reminded him of Echo always curious, ever learning. While the girl reminded him of Fives, rambunctious and always looking for a fight, but fiercely protective. Fitting she got his number.

   “Yes. Those where my brothers. We fought side by side in many battles. From the Rishi moon, to Umbara. I met them at at Rishi moon base. They never left my side after that day.

   On the battle of Kamino they fought bravely protecting the cadets with us. Fives was a grand speaker, he inspired us. He inspired me.

   Echo on the other hand, was not good with people. But he was smart. If you needed to know something you go to him.

   On the Citadel he fought bravely.” Rex took in a deep breath. The crew was sat around him listening intently to his stories. Even Kanan had sat down to lis

   “Echo went for the shuttle. And it exploded. We couldn’t go for him. We had to leave.” He had to take another minute to compose himself. Ashoka put her arm around him. And he looked at her and smile.

   “Fives was devastated, as was I. But Fives more than anyone. Fives became more sullen and quiet. But never lost the fire in his eye. He fought braver than ever after that. Maybe because he had nothing left to live for. But it was on Umbara where he really shined.

   Our temporary Jedi general turned on us. He tried to warn me, but I wouldn’t listen. I was a fool not to listen. He fought courageously at my side.

   It was when another of my men, Tup, his chip malfunctioned. Fives was the one who discovered it. He was framed by the chancellor, and he tried to warn me again. I this time I listened. He was shot. I held him in my arms as he died.

  Later we found Echo was alive. Fives would have been ecstatic to have his brother back. Echo left with another group of clones. One he fit in with. It hurt to see him go.” Rex stopped and dropped his head into his hands. Ashoka also dropped her head. The crew looked around sadly, but was surprised when Rex started laughing.

   “Uh, Rex are you ok?” Ashoka asked. Rex nodded still laughing.

   “I was just thinking of that time y’all painted my armor.” It took Ashoka a minute before she realized the memory he was talking about. And turned red in shame. Which only made Rex laugh harder and Ashoka turn reder. The crew looked at the pair. Before Ezra just had to ask another question.

   “What are you talking about?”

   “Once before a week long mission. Ashoka, Fives, and Echo snuck into my chamber and painted my armor pink. I had no time to wipe it off or paint over it before we had to leave.

    I had never been more embarrassed. In my life. The general wouldn’t stop laughing at me.” This caused the crew to begin to laugh as well.

   “Are you sure it’s not as embarrassing as that time Fives and Hardcase put bright red hair dye and glitter into your shampoo?” Ashoka asked her old friend.

   “Right I forgot about that. That was a long time ago. It stayed red and shiny for weeks.” Rex laughed.

    Rex and Ashoka continued to carry on telling stories of the past. The whole crew in tears laughing. The stories of war, stories hope, stories of sadness, stories of pranks and happiness. Stories of not a better time, but a time that came before. 

   Rex looked at the crew, that time was long gone. Those people where long gone. This is a here and now, this was his family now. And he would protect them with his life.

Homecoming

   I’m so sorry its so long and sad. I hate it. It might make you cry beware.

   Warning: Death, angst

    The war was done. The Empire had fallen, the Rebels had won. Rex let out a shout for his brothers he lost. For the Jedi who had fallen. Rex let a tear slip out, as he looked upon his generals, and honorary brothers, children. Even after a year it still felt like yesterday he had helped win the war. He had known there was something special about them when he had first met them. They looked like them. He knew he’d give his life for those children just like he would have their parents. 

    He was lost in thought when the boy, Luke, came up to him. He looked so much like his father but had his mother's personality. She would have loved him. He let out a small chuckle, it was funny he looks so much like his father but acts nothing like him. 

    “Commander Rex.” Luke's voice broke through his thoughts.

    “Whatca need Kid?” Rex said standing at attention and saluting. Luke laughed and saluted back. 

    “You don't need to do that Rex. Not anymore. Anyway I came over to ask you something.” Rex relaxed and sat down on a crate and motioned Luke to follow. And Luke obliged.

“You worked with my dad right? What was he like? What was my mom like?” Rex laughed. Maybe he did have some of his father in him. 

    “I did work with him. I worked with him for all of the Clone Wars along with his master and padawan. He was my brother. I would have given my life for him and he would have sacrificed his life for me and my brothers. He was one of the best generals in the army and I was proud to serve alongside him.” 

    Rex paused a minute to take a breath. And saw Leia trying to act like she wasn’t listening. She looked so much like Padme but acted so much like Anakin. “Anakin Skywalker was a proud man who would have given the world for those he loved. He fought right alongside us and never left our side. He was kind, and protective. He only wanted the best for those he loved. He was inventive, and creative. A great flyer and brother. He was everything a man could be. I don’t know why he did what he did, but that wasn’t him. Sure he had his faults but every one did.”

     “What were his faults?” Luke asked. Rex laughed.

     “He was reckless, and could be selfish. He could be impatient and over-confident. He could lie like nobody's business. You should have seen him woo the Queen of  Zygerria. He got her to believe anything he said until he was revealed as a Jedi, even then she was still infatuated with him. Leia reminds me a lot of him. He was charming beyond belief. I will miss him.” Rex trailed off and Luke looked at his hands. Rex wondered what was going on in the youngsters mind. 

     “What about my mother.” Luke said looking the old soldier in the eye.

      “Padme Amidala. The senator of Naboo. Close friend to the Jedi. Padme was a great speaker. Kind and loving. Always looking for the best. Calm in trying situations. She spoke for those who had no voice. She spoke with a confidence beyond her time, with a voice that drew every eye to her. She was an amazing politician. Always looking for the good in people. Always giving mercy. You remind me of her. And so does Leia.” Rex stopped to smile. 

      “I see both of them in you. In the way you smile. In the way Leia talks. In the way Leia stands up for the weak. Luke, as I get older I see the same eyes in different people. I see Anakin in Leia’s eyes and Padme in yours. I look at you and see all that could have been and all that was. I miss your parents but like them I’d give my life for both of you.” Rex looked at the blonde haired boy sitting beside him. And Luke looked up at him and smiled. Rex felt some discomfort in his chest. Rex shot up and his breath came in short spurts,  and collapsed. Luke shot up. 

    “REX!” Luke shouted and ran to him and Leia did too. Together they both rolled him over. Luke shaked him.

      “Rex are you ok?” Rex gave a small smile, but he wasn't looking at Luke. He was looking past him.

      “Fives, Echo, Hardcase, Jesse, Tup, and Cody. You're all here. You're all here.” Rex looked behind Luke and was looking at his brothers. All of them. All who died in the name of the Jedi and all who died during Order 66. He saw Gregor laughing with Hardcase and Jesse with his arm around Tup. Fives and Echo with their arms around each other. And Cody, his best friend Cody had his hand out to him. But the one person he didn’t expect to see was Anakin. His general looking  like he did during the Clone Wars. With that grin that showed he was up to no good, Obi-Wan right beside him, his eyes shining brightly. 

     Rex smiled. They hadn’t forgotten about him. They had come for him. A single tear slipped out of his eye down his face and he reached out. He reached out, one last time. For those who had gone before him. His time had come, and it was finally his turn to pass. A small smile was on his face as his hand passed through the air and his heart beat its final beat. Tears streamed down Luke's and Leia’s eyes as they saw a strong soldier die happy. This was a warrior who had fought two wars and survived. He died a warrior's death. He lived a long life and deserved to have peace. 

    “Sleep well my friend.” Luke whispered.

     While Rex may have died he was finally alive. While his hand may have slipped through air in the air. His soul had left his body. He had grabbed onto the hand of his brother. Rex was young again! His blonde hair was back and his brown eyes sparkled with the joy of youth again. Cody pulled him into a hug. 

     “Good to have you back brother.” Rex said nothing as he hugged his brother back and turned to his other brothers. Fives and Echo ran up to him, shoving to take point. Before Fives shouted at him. 

    “Permission to take point sir?” Rex laughed and made his way over to his younger brother. 

     “I’m always first kid.” Rex laughed and grabbed him pulling him into a hug, Echo joining in. Rex let out a small sigh as he looked at Hardcase bouncing and laughing to giddy to stay still.

    “You're a good man Rex.” His generals voice said from behind him. 

    “Always quick on your feet.” Said the other Jedis' voice. Rex saluted them and saw behind them the last brother. The brother he had been looking forward to seeing. The brother who thought he didn’t deserve to be there. Rex pulled away from the Jedi and walked towards him. 

     “Jesse.” Jesse refused to look at him. 

    “Jesse, I don't blame you. It’s not your fault. I don’t blame you.” Tears slipped down Jesses’ face and Rex walked forward and grabbed him into a hug. 

    “I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I tried to kill you. I tried to kill the commander.” Rex didn’t let him pull away. 

    “Your chip. That's the reason you attacked us. We knew that.” Jesse finally hugged him back. Soon the others had joined them. Reminiscent of what would happen after a battle. A giant pile of clones just holding and comforting each other. Rex smiled. He was home. He was happy.