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A Healing Hand (Warframe x Star Wars SI)

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Zetakille said:
...So people are gonna assume she's from the Rakatan Empire's time. That's the easiest misconception this line enables.
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Yea, big problem with that. She ain't a Rakata(most non-Rakata were slaves during that period) and openly talked about House Hask-Entradi so I bet she will elaborate on the Orokin eventually. My bet? They'll assume Unknown Region Empire like the Chiss, most likely. It would be funny, if Sol actually existed in the Unknown Regions. She needs to be a Princess for real, folks!
 
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HarakoniWarhawk said:
"And I can condemn the guilty to cross beyond the dividing veil upon which I perpetually reside, never to experience true life or eternal death."
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Jedi potential interpretation: "I am a force ghost given physical form."

Yeah I can see Jade being an unpleasant surprise for the Jedi.
HarakoniWarhawk said:
And Bail had no intention of revealing that the latest of Mara's sworn guardians was the being to perform the act. Just because he hadn't the faintest inkling of how it'd occurred didn't mean the Alderaanian politician wasn't fully aware that the touch of the fey surrounding Mara and now Jade reminded him of some of the darker fairy tales back home.

In this case, the blood price for the three troopers was worth paying to finally have peace on Christophsis.
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Makes sense for the Alderaanian to be the most spooked by Jade and Mara. Them being a cultural capital of the galaxy means they probably have the tales and myths from across the galaxy. There is bound to be some of those that line up to this situation uncomfortably well.
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Jade deals with the Republic Child Protective Services.
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Good luck with that. The RCPS is going to need an army to get Mara away from Jade and the clones are siding with her.
 
as I tend to say in cases like this - "Shplendid!" :3

This is welcomed, quality distraction - and there is even decent chance (Muses, ugh!) for more!

...And in this case, it would (eventually) mean one of my favorites - everyone reacting :Р
 
Faber_The_Builder said:
Yea, big problem with that. She ain't a Rakata(most non-Rakata were slaves during that period) and openly talked about House Hask-Entradi so I bet she will elaborate on the Orokin eventually. My bet? They'll assume Unknown Region Empire like the Chiss, most likely. It would be funny, if Sol actually existed in the Unknown Regions. She needs to be a Princess for real, folks!
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When the 3PO unit started translating for her, it noted that her language was a derivative of "Old High Galactic". Based on that tidbit and her courtly manners and the note of a noble house Bail made a logical assumption that she was "a child from an insular Alsakan colony in the Core". No one has yet argue against that assumption yet, but Jade seems to be able to talk Basic just fine, and is able to , if somewhat dramatically' describe herself to bail as "...a monument to the sins of false gods and an immortal empire cast into the flames of their own arrogance and hubris."

So either they'll stick with the first option, or try to explain the Orokin Empire in detail some time later.

As for Jedi wanting to whisk Mara away for training.....don't see it happening, for the obvious reason that she's too emotionally connected to people to give them up as the Jedi do. Similar reasons to why the Counsel didn't want to train Skywalker, considering his fears for his mother and that Attachment. Mara's an emotional wrecking ball who's already clamped down on her new Buir, and if anyone tried to take her by force Jade would Disagree rather violently.

Kenobi and Skywalker are going to be Very Confused by all this I'm sure, but neither of them is gonna treat the little Tenno like a weapon of mass destruction, despite the damage she can do. Dooku on the other hand......
 
Very nice, well worth the wait. Seeing things from Bail's POV was fun. I do wonder if his noticing the b1s acting much more...organi ally might hithimqgain later? Always a curious thing how droids are treated i SW.
Part of me will be very curious how this turns out. So far, Mara is still the wonder girl and Jade is a biomechanical protector. No one else other than Bail and the Clones umderstand Jades ability to bring back the dead. Or at least capture thise on the brink of death. That could change if Mara asks her Big self to bring back some people. Still, the ramifications will be fun.
How the Jedi respond will be amusing, trying to understand the tenno and warframe powers.
Part of me is still curious when Jade realised her triples were the clone troopers and what she needed to do to let those overcooked bunsout of the oven.
Looking forwards to more, hope the writers block doesnt affect you again!
 
UndeadLord22 said:
Cant help but refer this as unintentional reference to the Lamenter WH40k?
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Very much deliberate on my part, heh. Always like to use it, or at least make a reference, when appropriate. It's a fantastic saying, after all.
JohnWolfie34 said:
Yeah, the RCPS is not going to have a fun time trying to get Mara away from the people she loves- and they'll all die screaming if they try and put her into the Jedi's hands.
(Because, realistically, the Jedi are creating child soldiers, and considering the uh...history of Warframe,plus Jade's STRONG maternal instincts ....lots of power hungry snakes are gonna get a unpleasant surprise of the pointy, penetrative variety if they try to yoink Mara.)

Jade just needs to show has a much more lethal stick,and she's not afraid to use it!
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If you think Jade's maternal instincts are bad now, just wait until she starts viewing Mara less as her child/chibi-self and more as a daughter.

Then you get incredibly motherly Jade, and her maternal affection shall know no bounds. ;)
KonahrikYol said:
Yes, an update at last. I thought the fic was abandoned for a bit.


So good ol' wally is going to pay Anakin a visit? I want to say nice, but considering the eldritch fuckery... Yeah, I hope he doesn't go insane from Sensing the indifference while chatting with the man in the wall. Because while he has power as a demi-force being, Anakin's mental will power is kinda shitty currently.

Also isn't the indifference more powerful than the local force entities such as bendu, abeloth, father, son, and daughter?

I kinda wonder if void angels, rumblers and murmurs will start popping up around the galaxy. Would make things more interesting, as a third 'faction' pop in. One that just kills everyone and thing.
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Not so much a spoiler, but all I'll say is that the Void is hard to pin down, and those influenced by it far more so.

The deeper one's connection to the Force of either stripe, the harder it is to detect Void-influenced entities up to and including being unable to comprehend them.


Zetakille said:
...So people are gonna assume she's from the Rakatan Empire's time. That's the easiest misconception this line enables.
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Given the sheer breadth of time between the Infinite Empire and the Clone Wars (circa 25,000 years or so), its not much of a guaranteed link at all, as Faber said.
Faber_The_Builder said:
Yea, big problem with that. She ain't a Rakata(most non-Rakata were slaves during that period) and openly talked about House Hask-Entradi so I bet she will elaborate on the Orokin eventually. My bet? They'll assume Unknown Region Empire like the Chiss, most likely. It would be funny, if Sol actually existed in the Unknown Regions. She needs to be a Princess for real, folks!
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All I'm saying is that her becoming a sinfully adorable and innocent princess is closer than you might think... :D
Yacov said:
Makes sense for the Alderaanian to be the most spooked by Jade and Mara. Them being a cultural capital of the galaxy means they probably have the tales and myths from across the galaxy. There is bound to be some of those that line up to this situation uncomfortably well.
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Given the prevalence and knowledge of Force users for most of galactic history, I can very well see fairy tales and myths about Fey-like entites being that much more disturbing and unsettling than IRL.

Which given what the Void can do, it's not an unwarranted comparison.
Someguy Somewhere said:
When the 3PO unit started translating for her, it noted that her language was a derivative of "Old High Galactic". Based on that tidbit and her courtly manners and the note of a noble house Bail made a logical assumption that she was "a child from an insular Alsakan colony in the Core". No one has yet argue against that assumption yet, but Jade seems to be able to talk Basic just fine, and is able to , if somewhat dramatically' describe herself to bail as "...a monument to the sins of false gods and an immortal empire cast into the flames of their own arrogance and hubris."

So either they'll stick with the first option, or try to explain the Orokin Empire in detail some time later.

As for Jedi wanting to whisk Mara away for training.....don't see it happening, for the obvious reason that she's too emotionally connected to people to give them up as the Jedi do. Similar reasons to why the Counsel didn't want to train Skywalker, considering his fears for his mother and that Attachment. Mara's an emotional wrecking ball who's already clamped down on her new Buir, and if anyone tried to take her by force Jade would Disagree rather violently.

Kenobi and Skywalker are going to be Very Confused by all this I'm sure, but neither of them is gonna treat the little Tenno like a weapon of mass destruction, despite the damage she can do. Dooku on the other hand......
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Jade was getting somewhat overwhelmed with her phantasmal pregnancy and chanelled her frustration into being overly verbose and flowery. She'll get around to explaining things much clearer in the near future when she's far less burdened.

And you're right on the money with Mara being an emotional wrecking ball. She wasn't exactly great in that regard before being split across two bodies. And after everything that's happened to her on Christophsis, it'll be a small miracle to get Mara to walk rather than cling to her closest guardian and be carried all day, whether than be Buir, Jade or the other clones. Entering the Order is a hilarious non starter for the teeny tiny cinnamon roll.
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Part of me is still curious when Jade realised her triples were the clone troopers and what she needed to do to let those overcooked bunsout of the oven.
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Around the same time the phantom contractions became so frequent she full on head empty mode. /s

It was unconscious on her part as she's still massively unprepared to be a Warframe, let alone one as perpetually burdened as Jade.
 
HarakoniWarhawk said:
Given the prevalence and knowledge of Force users for most of galactic history, I can very well see fairy tales and myths about Fey-like entites being that much more disturbing and unsettling than IRL.
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Given that there are literal force Witches on places like Dathomir some of whom enjoy roleplaying as magic Hags, yeah maybe being a bit more openminded and cautious of fairy tales is warranted.
 
HarakoniWarhawk said:
Around the same time the phantom contractions became so frequent she full on head empty mode. /s

It was unconscious on her part as she's still massively unprepared to be a Warframe, let alone one as perpetually burdened as Jade.
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Heh, somehow, I can almost imagine young Mara beingworried and confused why Big self is in such pain...then happy that her Clone fwiends are back :p

Regardless, part of me does wonder if our duo are the only things which have come over from the Warframe universe. Not sure about factions and such, but I was curious, since we have Tenno and Warframe which is a pretty big bonus for the Repulbic (Potentially).
Hmmm...that reminds me...I wonder what Sideous will think of this? Depending on how you use him, he can be pretty good at feeling out things going on...so I wonder fi he detected the activities of our little Tenno and our Warfame?
 
You ever see anything from the Star Wars Infinities comic run?
The assumption is that it's standard star wars What IF? things....say that the proton torps luke uses were faulty, or if he'd given in to vader on Bespin and Leia had to step up in his stead. Things Like that.

In one of them for RotJ Palpatine comments that 'things are NOT going as I have foreseen' showing that what ever shifted the universe in those instances directly effected his precognitive visions in the Force. It's Old EU and exclusively Non Canon due to being alternative universes, but it's a decent example of 'something flipped the script' and it's ripple effects on force users plans.

I'm also reminded of a moment in the EU book 'Outbound Flight', where I think it's the best moment of Panic I've seen out of Palpatine. The Flight is an 'explore extra galactic space' mission with some jedi onboard....obi-wan and anakin were visiting before they shipped off, and one of Palpatine's henchmen was hoping that they'd leave with the flight, but Palpatine realized he might actually lose Skywalker, and had to quickly fabricate an emergency in the middle of no where, and fly out there to bring the pair back before anything could happen to them. Reading between the lines it's a big 'OH SHIT!' moment for the sith lord, which I find hilarious and oddly humanizing to Sidious.
 
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    • Where has Warhawk been? Life and Frostpunk/Warno, trips.

    What's Warhawk doing? Telling y'all that a lovely reader has commissioned a new chapter, and I'm way fething behind posting it.

    So, you'll be getting the commission chapter and a freebee as my way of saying sorry for the delay.

    Expect the next chapter tomorrow or Friday at the latest.
     
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    Music for the chapter is from MONO INC (Princess of the Night)


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    To absolutely nobody's great shock, Anakin and Obi-Wan were onboard the first LAATs descending into Christophsis' atmosphere. After all, who better to spearhead the liberation than the Jedi Generals who'd so thoroughly shattered the Separatist blockade in orbit? Of course, there were counter-arguments to having both Jedi leading the charge, but Obi-Wan Kenobi had an altogether more pressing concern on his mind.

    Riding amidst the men of the 212th, the Jedi General looked out of the open troop bay to the gunship flying alongside. Sensing the elder Jedi's attention, Anakin waved back, his grin visible even at this distance, in tremendous good cheer after defeating Admiral Trench's forces. For that, Obi-Wan returned a fond nod, tapped his wrist, and raised his communicator to his mouth.

    "Anakin, why don't you take Rex and investigate the militia bunker on the outskirts? I dare say you'd enjoy that more than conversing with Senator Organa and the Christophsisians."

    Kenobi's former padawan rolled his eyes. "Why, Master, it sounds like you just don't want me around to ruin your tea party with the Senator."

    "Perish the thought," Obi-Wan dryly remarked with the faintest gleam of a smile. "We don't know how many of Loathsome's commando droids survived the battle, and I'd rather not have that threat hanging over our heads these next few days..."

    Force presence awash with poorly concealed anticipation, Anakin's laughter cut the elder Jedi off, though not rudely. Kenobi felt the younger Knight's eagerness roll off them long before Anakin finished conversing with his troopers to answer his old Master.

    "You had me at hunting commando droids, Master! Alright, Rex and I will get stuck in while you play the 'peaceful negotiator' with Organa and the locals." The 501st LAAT warbled as it banked away from the 212th gunship in a wide, sweeping arc. "Don't have too much fun without us!"

    Several among the more distant gunships shifted their immediate descents to follow their General's new course.

    "We'll endeavour to keep our enjoyment to a minimum. Good hunting, Anakin."

    Cutting the call with a fond shake of his head, Kenobi wordlessly glanced at Cody's unmoving figure at his side, the Clone Marshall's firm grip on the overhead handhold making him an unmovable object despite the present turbulence.

    "Well, Commander, let's hope the situation on the ground is less exciting than Anakin hopes."

    "If there's trouble to find, General Skywalker will drag it to himself," the officer replied.

    Nodding, Obi-Wan stroked his beard. "It occurs to me that we haven't heard anything from Senator Organa since making orbit." He wasn't overly concerned, but the enduring silence was curious. "Has there been any news of where he wishes to meet us?"

    Touching a hand to the side of his helmet, the Commander silently conversed with the pilots and wider 212th before giving an uncharacteristically hesitant nod. Raising an eyebrow, Obi-Wan patiently awaited a response while the gunship tilted forward and descended towards the city below.

    "You'd be best to see it for yourself, General, sir," was Cody's eventual cryptic answer.

    Accepting the odd response at face value, the Jedi Master hmmed and pushed the tiny flicker of frustration into the Force. He might not have known Commander Cody for long, but if the officer insisted a face-to-face meeting was preferable, then Obi-Wan wouldn't override their recommendations. Unexpected as events had been to be thrust in command of the 212th and the wider 7th Sky Corps, he'd grown fond of the clones. Kenobi's lips thinned as he scanned the smokey pallor hanging over the gleaming spires of Crystal City, distaste at the devastation visible at this height enough to burden even his heart. As his gunship dropped low enough for skyscrapers to flash past at dangerous speeds, it occurred to the bearded Jedi that this might well be his fate for the foreseeable future. Before the weight of years unmet grew unbearable, Obi-Wan opened himself to the Force and drew comfort from the life he felt within the enveloping strands binding the galaxy together. Radiant and luminous in all things, happiness, joy and love existed beneath the cloying, smoggy ceiling, tangible for those with the ability to see beyond the material and into the spiritual.

    If but for a moment in the grand wheel of the universe, Obi-Wan was at peace.

    "General," Cody's curt voice drew Kenobi back to the troop bay. "We're arriving at the Senator's location."

    True to the Commander's word, the gunship's engines changed pitch as the nose came up in preparation for a swift landing. Eyeing the rapidly approaching plaza with unruffled calm, it seemed like the pilots were intent on getting their payload onto the ground ever so slightly less recklessly than a combat drop.

    Cody's men were out of the LAAT before it touched the stone, fanning out with rifles at the ready while their commanders exited the bay at a comparatively more sedate pace. Arrayed to meet the troopers of the 212th was Senator Organa -appearing upbeat, if tired- and an escort of five, no, three...

    Shaking his head, Obi-Wan strode out to meet the Alderanian senator and his single escorting clone. He noticed Organa leaning down on one side as if holding onto something heavy, but the lack of an object caused the Jedi to chalk it up to the other man being exhausted. And who could blame the senator after everything he'd been through?

    "Master Kenobi!" The tanned Alderaanian clasped hands with the bearded Jedi. "Welcome to Crystal City. It's somewhat worse for wear but free at last, thanks to your and Knight Skywalker's aid."

    Obi-Wan's eyes slid over the empty space at the senator's side as the corner of his mouth quirked in a tiny smile. Bail's relief flowed off the dark-haired politician in an enjoyable change to the stress and fear that'd been Obi-Wan's companions on the Negotiator.

    "That's the most we can ask for with this dreadful war," Kenobi lamented before breaking the grip to gesture to Cody. "Senator, this is Clone Marshall Cody of the 212th; he'll be taking command of the reinforcements."

    "A pleasure, Marshal." Bail mirrored the gesture with his clone. "It isn't an exaggeration to say I wouldn't be here if not for Commander Duum and his troopers."

    For whatever reason, Obi-Wan found it taxing to look upon the officer in battered plastoid armour. It was easy enough to take in Duum and the easy protective stance they bore alongside Bail, yet keeping his eyes on them proved nigh-impossible for the bearded Jedi. Betrayed by the faintest of furrowed brows, General Kenobi allowed nothing else to slip as he addressed the clone officer.

    "Speaking as a Jedi, General and friend of the good senator, you have my gratitude for keeping him safe." Obi-Wan favoured the two men with an amused upturn of his lips. "Least of all because Breha would tear a strip from my hide if I allowed Bail to come to harm."

    What might've been a snigger escaped the plastoid confines of Duum's helm. "I was following orders, General," he answered neutrally before cocking his head and glancing down at the empty patch of air. "Hmm? Oh, no, it's a saying. Senator Organa's wife wouldn't literally do that, Ad'ika."

    Bemused, Obi-Wan looked to the others for answers, only to see them also studying the same area by Bail's left hand. The senator himself sported a fond expression his Force presence coloured with a warm, almost paternal amusement entirely at odds with the strange situation. Adding to the oddness pervading the plaza, the bearded Jedi felt a smattering of amusement from the troopers of the 212th as several turned their heads to glance back at their charges. Evidently, Obi-Wan was missing something everyone else was taking part in, and yet he couldn't feel any hints common to a joke at his expense. Lightly touching the hilt of his sabre for reassurance, the perplexed Jedi watched Bail kneel down to pat empty air with his hand before surreptitiously moving closer to Commander Cody.

    "Cody."

    The officer's visor canted towards his superior. "Yes, General?"

    "Am I missing something, or is the senator patting the air?"

    Obi-Wan tensed as a sharp-edged surprise sprung forth from the clone at his side, heralding Cody's straightening and fully turning to the Jedi. Ever so slightly off-kilter, things weren't helped by the impression of Cody's jaw working as the white-armoured clone considered how best to vocalise his emotional reaction.

    "General Kenobi, Sir... What can you see right this instant?"

    Figuring it was better to humour the questioning repose, the Jedi Master rubbed his beard thoughtfully and forced his eyes to examine Organa and Duum.

    "I see the senator and Commander Duum, why?"

    "Only them, Sir?"

    Whatever had seized everyone's collective attention faded in the face of a pervasive, ratcheting tension as multiple pairs of eyes looked at Kenobi as if he was insane. Nobody was so crass as to say such out loud, but their Force signatures were better than any words to the frowning Jedi Master.

    "Commander, unless I'm going mad, there are people here I cannot see nor sense through the Force." Small mercies that Anakin wasn't here, Obi-Wan thought as he continued stroking his beard. "Now, I hate to be rude, but could someone tell me what I'm missing here?"

    "Huh."

    Having broken the silence where none else was willing, Commander Duum tapped two fingers to the side of his helmet whilst looking in a direction with nobody present.

    "Buir, I'll hazard a guess that Mara'ika is doing something to confound General Kenobi. Could you...?"

    Where had he heard that name before? Wracking his brain, Obi-Wan knew the answer was on the tip of his tongue, yet it eluded him at the moment. The delayed and genuinely unnerving materialisation of four clone troopers around Organa and Duum didn't escape the Jedi's notice. Obi-Wan's hand found his sabre's grip before he wrested control back and released the weapon in time to boggle as a trooper in hideously damaged armour knelt down beside Bail, reached out, and plucked a blue-haired girl-child from the ether!

    Hefting the awfully young child -younger even than Anakin when he was brought to the Temple- in the crook of an arm with practised ease, the wide-eyed Jedi found himself matching gazes with the girl.

    The tiny slip of a youth in her worn spacesuit gasped, her baby-faced visage lighting up with an adorable gap-toothed smile. If the child was older than six standard years, Obi-Wan would secure a hat from Anakin and eat it. For now, however, he ensured his expression remained open and approachable while the green-eyed child alternated between playing with her knee-length metallic cyan hair and peering at the bearded Jedi. Rather than find the appearance shocking, neither Bail, Duum, nor Cody felt any way put out by the sudden appearance of four clone troopers and a literal child.

    "Go on, Mara'ika," the trooper in damaged armour chided. "Say hello to the General."

    Of course, the child-princess Organa spoke of during the battle!

    Feeling dreadfully idiotic for missing the only possible answer to the girl's identity, Obi-Wan was beaten to the punch by the blue-haired child practically wriggling out of her carrier's arms. Once returned to the floor, Mara quite literally skipped over to the confused Jedi and met his eyes through a thick fringe of hair the same hue as Crystal City's buildings. Sensing nought but innocent joy from the girl, Obi-Wan felt it prudent to kneel down to Mara's level to make her feel more comfortable.

    "Hello there."

    Then, in a child's earnest attempt at a raspy, gravelly voice, the blue-haired girl managed a short sentence in thickly accented Basic.

    "Genewal Kenobi!"



    Sol, my kid-self just had to say that, didn't she?

    My amused giggle bounced delightfully off the bunker's vaulted ceiling, airy and pure in an undeniably feminine manner for something originating from a biomechanical vocaliser. Shaking my head without eyes to roll -the cyclopean optic just wasn't the same- I kept a mental eye on Mara's end of our shared bond and returned to the task before me.

    Arrayed in reasonably neat clumps on a cleaned maintenance workbench lay the disassembled guts of an AAT's heavy laser cannon and most of a B1 command model. Giving the latter piles a quick poke, I tried and failed to match the remnants of half a dozen exploded battle droids into a mostly coherent whole. Who'd a thunk it that turning their hover tanks into floating bombs beneath them wouldn't leave much to play with.

    Me.

    Because Jade's skirts go spinny, and I vaguely recall being under an immense flood of euphoria and synthetic adrenaline when I went all biblical on the clanker's metal asses. But once that faded, and my mind returned to a modicum of stability? I'd handed Mara off to Buir and left the adorable little Tenno to meet the arriving Jedi while I returned to the bunker for some much-needed quiet time.

    Shaking the stupor off with a synthesised growl, I glared futilely at the hand cradling the gentle swell of Jade's glowing baby bump and tugged the slim gauntlet away with an effort of will. There'd be time to get my head screwed on straight in regards to my continued existence as a Warframe in Jade and split soul with Mara. Trying to meet fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker in the middle of a post-battle funk wasn't it! Hissing like a particularly prickly flower, I soothed my ruffled feathers with a firm thought and propped my chin up on a fist.

    "Righto, Mommy wants a heavy weapon to play with~." As far as verbal tics go, the "mom vibes" weren't the worst. "Which one of you lovilies has the schematics on file..."

    Better than the pregnant, biblically accurate angel scaring the bejeebus out of poor Senator Organa back in the command centre. Eh, Mara can be sinfully cute and cheer him up while I work.

    Banking on instincts to save the day, I ejected the parazon from my right arm's wrist and thrust the diamond-shaped dagger into the lightly melted torso of an OOM. Data packets tasting like they'd been in the toaster a minute too long rocketed up through the interrogator spike buried in the droid's memory cells. It was like having information injected directly into my brain, and if that sounded ever so slightly disorientating to you, well, it was. Still, ripping the local coding practices from the Hulks that'd resided in the bunker proved its weight in oxium as the incoming ripped packets fell into carved-out niches in the biocomputer stuffed behind my tits.

    I paused my work and gamely resisted the urge to pat my chest for a well-done job. Pleasant as the view was -and for my silly transfem ass, having a sizeable bust rocked- I regretfully left the girls alone to dwell on the purloined data for my prize. Even lightly crisped, I internally cringed at the sloppy code work now that I had a decent reference for what decent, not good, work looked like from the SD-6s. Still, extending a mental hand and tearing the AAT schematics out with a giggle for a closer examination soon cleared my mild irritation at shitty corporate coders.

    For a girl with literally zero engineering knowledge about Star Wars beyond the cool as fuck cross-section books, being able to look at the purloined heavy laser cannon and understand what each part did had me clapping like a giddy schoolgirl.

    Or would that be a giddy milf, in my case?

    I spent way, way too long ruminating on that question before giving myself a slap on the back of the head.

    "Stop being such a ditz, Jade," I chided.

    Only after I was elbow-deep in the dense block of capacitor coils supplying the laser cannon did the instinctive use of Jade's name stick out in my mind. Rolling a cylindrical processing cluster between the digits of my left gauntlet, I genuinely struggled to feel anything except unbothered by the usage. Some few moments later, I shrugged and returned to prying the capacitors out of their boxy shell with a Warframe's unnatural patience. Utterly still, my fingers spent drawn-out minutes cracking each of the melted seams. Though the process was slow-going by its very nature, much like peeling a mechanical orange, I eventually exposed the tightly packed coils of superconducting energy storage and dischargers. Splaying the resultant components out on a clear bench spot, I struggled to lean over the workbench without my rounded midriff getting in the way.

    At least I can blame the locals for being short fethers for this one.

    Pressing a fist to the small of my back with a relieved groan, I straightened up with a lashed curse and rode out the psychosomatic burden Jade bore as was her due. Part of me wondered if I was stuck like this for the rest of time, but the remainder was eagerly oogling the disassembled laser cannon and filled with ideas to make it Warframe-portable. The battle between the two was so hilariously one-sided that I burst into a fit of breathless giggles at the fun I could have with a full-bore heavy laser cannon...

    "You'll burn out the lenses without a cooling sleeve," a prosthetic hand wrapped in a leather glove indicated the relevant attachment socket."See here? There's no point in rebuilding it without factoring lens wear in."

    Huh, so it was. Grateful for the aid, I shelved the first plans and began drafting version 2.0 as I turned to thank my mysterious guide in the realm of gutted separatist heavy weaponry. I found the maintenance corner of the militia bunker home to an entire short platoon of clones in familiar blue-painted Phase 1 armour. Sparing a shared nod with a kama-wearing trooper who had to be Captain Rex, I fully turned and glanced down to meet one smug-looking Anakin Skywalker. I hurriedly stifled a gasp behind a hand raised to my mouth and struggled to find the voice I'd become so enamoured with in my short time as Jade. The Hero with No Fear studied me with a lopsided, cocky smirk, never breaking eye contact despite our height difference and the gloved artificial hand Anakin bore, shuffling and moving amidst the cannon's parts.

    "Well..."

    "Well," Anakin echoed, his intense blue eyes nigh impossible to look away from at this range. "Obi-Wan told me to check the bunker out so I wouldn't ruin his tea party, but he didn't mention..." Here, the cocksure air around the young Jedi Knight faltered as crimson dusted his cheeks. "You... Ma'am!"

    Aww, was Anakin getting flustered gazing upon my angelic form?

    "Surely that's not all you want to say? You and your men must have been watching me for quite some time to catch me off guard, young Skywalker~."

    Before I knew it, I was tousling Anakin's messy hair and cooing in maternal delight as he ducked his head to hide reddened cheeks. Alas, poor Skywalker, Rex was but one trooper staring at the show intensely enough that taking pictures or video clips was to blame. Caught mid-blush in evident embarrassment, I was helpless to suppress the urge to wrap a comforting arm around the Jedi's shoulders and pull him against my chest. Unresisting, I hummed a nameless tune from my childhood on Earth while rubbing circles across Anakin's broad back. I didn't need to be a mindreader to sense the famous Jedi was a tad overwhelmed, so that's why I pulled him over to the workbench after a couple of false starts. A few nudges got a red-faced Anakin refusing to look above my neck until I coughed into a gauntlet and waved to the disassembled heavy laser cannon.

    "How about this, Knight Skywalker." I opened up with the belated concern that I was fumbling things hard. "You show Mommy Jade how to rig this salvaged weapon for portable use, and I'll back up whatever excuse you need to make for your continued absence? With Loathsom's ilk dead and oft-buried, we might as well tinker in peace."

    It was honestly adorable how quickly Anakin bobbed his head in agreement, and even moreso with how easily the Jedi General had Rex and his men joining in on the fun. Was it any wonder the 501st followed him into the Jedi Temple in Revenge of the Sith when Anakin was so devoted to the trooper's wellbeing mere weeks into the Clone Wars?

    Watching the messy-haired Jedi bounce around the workspace like a hyperactive and hyper-lethal puppy, I wondered why he'd been so quick to agree to my offer. A few inadvertent tildes and motherly affection had Anakin's will crumble into sand with a negligible effort on my part.

    ...

    Eh, I'm sure it wasn't important.


    Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to plot a mini-interlude fic for At Least I'm Not Cliffjumper, where Dustoff gets to be a fat bitch thanks to the almighty power of naval sub-orbital artillery.
     
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    • HarakoniWarhawk said:
    Sol, my kid-self just had to say that, didn't she?
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    Oi! It is a Modern Classics and for a good reason!

    HarakoniWarhawk said:
    "Righto, Mommy wants a heavy weapon to play with~." As far as verbal tics go, the "mom vibes" weren't the worst. "Which one of you lovilies has the schematics on file..."
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    ...Looks like someone caught a particular case of Tinkeresis during transmigration, ne? 😜
    Regardless, Jade speaking my language here :3

    P.S. Hip~hip~hooray for more Dustoff! 🤗
     
    Faber_The_Builder said:
    Well, damn. Poor Anakin, Jade is gonna be pressing ALL of his Mommy issues buttons...isn´t she?


    TFC!
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    JohnWolfie34 said:
    Uuuuhhhh...Anakin has mommy issues and is probably affection starved.
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    Reminder that as of Christophsis, Anakin's mom has been dead barely two months.

    Even though Jade sure as fuck didn't intend to be so overly motherly, it's her entire thing going forward. Which, uh, means doing her best to keep the future Darth Vader happy... in a very "Mommy Jade" way.


    MoguMog said:
    Anakin the Groomed One xD
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    KonahrikYol said:
    Milf-Groomed edition! Better than the Old Man version.
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    Hell nah, Jade's way far away from even thinking about a relationship. At most, she'll be a motherly shoulder for Anakin to lean on whenever they cross paths.
     
    What I find interesting is that the clones are starting to become similar to Mara. Commander Duum is stated as being hard to look at by Kenobi. Which suggests that the Clones are starting to absorb Void Energy.
     
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