clones lace


Something I really like about the Rex and Ahsoka dynamic in Rebels is how their personalities have essentially swapped since The Clone Wars. Whereas Rex in The Clone Wars was tightly laced, stoic, and almost severe, Rex in Rebels is more laid-back - he’s prone to quips, he laughs frequently, and has learned to relax in both dialogue and body language. Whereas Ahsoka was cheeky, playful, and almost insubordinate in The Clone Wars, her years alone have made her restrained, private, and almost untouchable in Rebels. From her speech patterns to her posture, she exudes responsibility. Where Rex has loosened, Ahsoka has hardened. And only when the two of them are interacting with each other do we really see the side of Ahsoka that reminds us of her younger years.

Headcanons: clones

Clones are not able to own many possessions so body modifications are often considered status symbols among them, like hair dye, iris dye, intricate haircuts and especially tattoos. Large, dark and complicated tattoos require a lot of the scrip they are paid in and are the clone equivalent of a sports car. Dogma in particular saved up for a long time to get his and is extremely proud of it, even alluding to it on his armor.

Ficlet: Obi/Qui, Time Travel, Clone Wars

Here is the first of the ficlets for my 200 Follower Celebration. This one is for @lacefedora, who requested Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon, set during Clone Wars, and involving time travel and the version of Qui-Gon from just after Xanatos’ Fall. Now, since I’ve not read the Jedi Apprentice series yet, I’m not sure how accurate my understanding of Qui’s character from that time is, but I hope it’s enjoyable anyway.

It’s not the worst cell Obi-Wan’s been tossed into. It may be somewhat dark, and dingy, and rather lacking in furniture of any kind, but it’s not terribly cold, doesn’t smell of rancid bodily fluids, and has an encouraging lack of torture devices. All in all, it’s fairly average, as prison cells go. Or at least, it seems that way to Obi-Wan. He has to admit, his judgement might not be the best right now. The last interrogators who had worked him over had not been particularly careful, and he’d hit his head rather hard when they’d cut him down. Everything has been fairly fuzzy since then.

What is not average about this cell is the fact that it is already occupied. Thus far, the Separatists who’ve been holding him have been rather careful about keeping him isolated from other prisoners. Which, really, is a wise choice when holding a Jedi Master. He’s nearly managed to escape twice since he was captured, entirely on his own. If they’d left him any assistance, he’d probably have managed it by now.

Of course, the reason they’ve broken their pattern quickly becomes apparent, when Obi-Wan realizes that, although he can more or less see the other person in the cell, he can’t actually sense them in the Force. In fact, he can’t sense ANYTHING in the Force.

Ah. Force inhibitors. Fuck.

Obi-Wan lays on floor of the cell where they dropped him, trying to get his head together enough to attempt getting up. He’s almost pathetically grateful when the other person in the cell comes over to assist in the process.

“That’s it, take it slow. You’ve got a nasty bump there, and you really don’t want to be passing out in here.”

Obi-Wan jerks in shock, and then winces when the sudden movement sets his head pounding again. That voice…he could have sworn for a moment…but no. Clearly, he must have hit his head harder than he thought. There’s no way this man could be….no. That’s impossible.

He squints up at his fellow prisoner, who has worked an arm under Obi-Wan’s shoulders, and is now supporting him in a position that is halfway to sitting. In the gloom of the cell, he can just make out a generally humanoid shape wearing a highly stained tunic and tabard, and a slightly tattered robe. He can’t quite see the man’s face beneath his hood, but he’s obviously a fellow Jedi, most likely one who has been here significantly longer than Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan tries to rack his brain to think of who this could be. Everyone he personally knows who has gone missing in the last few months has been accounted for one way or another, and he can’t recall any reports to the Council of a Jedi being captured alive. But then, there have been so many deaths in this war where there was no body left for the pyre. It could be any number of them.

“I’m sure it looks worse than it is,” Obi-Wan says, managing to sit up the rest of way. He brushes a hand gingerly across his forehead, and grimaces at the feeling of wetness there. “And it’s not as if we’ve the means to treat it here, anyway.” He turns back towards the man. “I’m Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, by the way. Pardon my asking, but have we met?”

“No, I don’t believe we have,” the man says. His voice is incredibly weary, but laced with good humor. It is also still naggingly familiar. “I’ve not been back to Coruscant much in recent years, and I’m sure I’d have remembered such a pretty face.” The man draws back his hood. “I am Master Qui-Gon Jinn. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Master Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan’s heart freezes in his chest. The face is younger than he’s ever seen it, and sadder. There’s a shadow in his eyes and a gauntness to his cheeks that Obi-Wan doesn’t remember ever being there before. And yet, it is still, undeniably, Qui-Gon Jinn. Qui-Gon, who cannot possibly be here. Qui-Gon, whose pyre Obi-Wan lit himself.

“But you’re dead,” Obi-Wan whispers.

The man (who cannot be Qui-Gon, because Qui-Gon died on Naboo, damnit) grimaces. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised I’ve been declared dead by now. It’s not as if I’ve been very good about maintaining contact with the Order for the last couple of years, even before I was captured. And our captors have had me for a while, I’m afraid.”

He pauses, then adds, “Mind you, I still couldn’t tell you why this lot is taking Jedi. They’re obviously political dissidents of some kind, but they seem to think that we’re fighting a war against them. Some nonsense about a clone army. I don’t suppose you have any idea what they’re talking about?”

Obi-Wan just stares at him. His head is spinning, and black spots are swimming at the edges of his vision. Nothing about this makes sense, and he can’t…

The last thing he sees before darkness claims him completely is Qui-Gon’s sudden look of alarm as he rushes to break Obi-Wan’s fall.