𝙎𝙆𝙔𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙀𝙍.
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All though it is the 𝙚𝙣𝙙 of the age of 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙚𝙨, it has saved its 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 for 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩. . . / Post 𝖤𝖯𝖨𝖨.
It brought a smile to the corner of his lips, a small huff of a laugh.
“You and me both then, Snips.”
“You and me both then, Snips.”
November 21, 2025 at 7:10 PM
It brought a smile to the corner of his lips, a small huff of a laugh.
“You and me both then, Snips.”
“You and me both then, Snips.”
“I should be alright.” He says with a final swing, the saber hums so powerfully in his golden prosthetic.
“Where have you been?”
“Where have you been?”
November 21, 2025 at 5:13 PM
“I should be alright.” He says with a final swing, the saber hums so powerfully in his golden prosthetic.
“Where have you been?”
“Where have you been?”
Master. A word he was still getting used to - - something so troublesome about it. Not earned, but handed to him through the war.
“Ahsoka - - I didn’t expect you to be around.”
“Ahsoka - - I didn’t expect you to be around.”
November 21, 2025 at 1:16 AM
Master. A word he was still getting used to - - something so troublesome about it. Not earned, but handed to him through the war.
“Ahsoka - - I didn’t expect you to be around.”
“Ahsoka - - I didn’t expect you to be around.”
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Edited by me from Attack of The Clones #4.
Art by Jan Duursema.
Edited by me from Attack of The Clones #4.
Art by Jan Duursema.
August 28, 2025 at 11:18 PM
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Edited by me from Attack of The Clones #4.
Art by Jan Duursema.
Edited by me from Attack of The Clones #4.
Art by Jan Duursema.
The Hangar fills with Clones and Tankers.
Skywalker steps forth with solid purpose, his Jedi robe sways with each mastered step. Metallic hand curling into a fist of anticipation under the length of his sleeve. Before long, he joins Kenobi’s side. “Ready, Master?”
Skywalker steps forth with solid purpose, his Jedi robe sways with each mastered step. Metallic hand curling into a fist of anticipation under the length of his sleeve. Before long, he joins Kenobi’s side. “Ready, Master?”
August 26, 2025 at 10:26 PM
The Hangar fills with Clones and Tankers.
Skywalker steps forth with solid purpose, his Jedi robe sways with each mastered step. Metallic hand curling into a fist of anticipation under the length of his sleeve. Before long, he joins Kenobi’s side. “Ready, Master?”
Skywalker steps forth with solid purpose, his Jedi robe sways with each mastered step. Metallic hand curling into a fist of anticipation under the length of his sleeve. Before long, he joins Kenobi’s side. “Ready, Master?”
There is pride. There is pride in the idea of doing right, of fighting against the wrong in the world. Of protecting and serving.
Then there is pride in friendship —- when your Master, who for so long treated you as child, began to see you as something more.
Then there is pride in friendship —- when your Master, who for so long treated you as child, began to see you as something more.
August 26, 2025 at 10:26 PM
There is pride. There is pride in the idea of doing right, of fighting against the wrong in the world. Of protecting and serving.
Then there is pride in friendship —- when your Master, who for so long treated you as child, began to see you as something more.
Then there is pride in friendship —- when your Master, who for so long treated you as child, began to see you as something more.