Star Wars: From a Certain Point of View (From a Certain Point of View #1)

by Elizabeth Schaefer

That was the most bitter irony of war: The greatest acts of love for your family were the ones that kept you apart from them.

In his final moment, he hoped.

This was because Jot was very small, even by Jawa standards.

jot <3

A pair of them laid low an entire platoon of droids, using their magic.

jawa on tatooine 20 years later witnessing [kenobi and skywalker the phrase had become a single word] exactlyyyy

The little droid hunkered into his nest and powered down to save energy. By morning, he would be his brightest, cleanest self.

he's so cute 😭

A round silver body glinted in the meager light, trimmed with shiny blue. It blurted angrily, threatening the Jawas with death if they didn’t back off right this second.

The tubby droid

tubby droid 💔💔

where an entire camp of Tuskens had been mysteriously massacred in the night, many cycles before.

oop

“No—the very air answers him.”

obiwanisms

Any higher power capable of shackling Ben to the desert lived today, wielding a might too frightening to consider.

No, the wizard might escape—or he might be set free. But he would not simply disappear into the sands. Such beings did not die; they shaped the fates of countless many across the stars, in places no Tusken had ever conceived of.

and then, as naturally to him as though he had done so yesterday, he pulls down the hood of his Jedi cloak and looks upon his Padawan. “Obi-Wan.” It is worth the travail of individual existence just to say that name again.

:(

Yet while Qui-Gon perceives the physical realities of Obi-Wan’s appearance, he is not limited to human sight any longer. He also sees the confident general of the Clone Wars, the strong young Padawan who followed his master into battle, even the rebellious little boy at the Temple that no Master was in any hurry to train. They are all equally part of Obi-Wan, each stage of his existence vivid in this moment.

tearz in my eyes at the slightest thing

The droids comfort Qui-Gon somewhat, because they are familiar; the Force has even seen fit to bring these two back to the place where it all began. Time is a circle. The beginning is the end.

Obi-Wan murmurs, “Bail Organa sent Leia herself to summon me. When I saw her—saw Padmé in her so strongly, and even a little of Anakin, too—I knew my exile was nearly at an end. Would you believe I find it difficult to let it go?”

going to KILL MYSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Do you truly think your work has only just begun, my Padawan?” They have begun using that title between them again, in recognition of how much more Obi-Wan has yet to learn. It is strange, still, to think of death as only the beginning of wisdom.

Obi-Wan considers. “There were other great endeavors. Other challenges. But the Clone Wars were long ago. For nearly two decades, I have been little more than a shadow waiting to become a Jedi Knight again.”

cannot let myself think about how much of obiwan's life was wasted when he was the perfect jedi :( he deserved the whole galaxy kms kms

But to stand and wait—to have so much patience and fortitude—that, Obi-Wan, is a greater achievement than you can know. Few could have accomplished it.” Fewer still could have done so without turning to darkness.

:(((( 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Every person Obi-Wan ever truly loved—Anakin, Satine, Padmé, and Qui-Gon himself—came to a terrible end. Three of them died before his eyes; the other fell to a fate so bleak that death would’ve been a gift.

😐 going to explode.

The Jedi Order that provided the entire framework for Obi-Wan’s life was consumed by betrayal and slaughter. Every step of this long, unfulfilling journey is one Obi-Wan had to take alone…and yet he never faltered. As the rest of the galaxy burned, his path remained true. It is the kind of victory that most people never r...

“You see me in a kinder light than most would, old friend.” “I owe you that. After all, I’m the one who failed you.” “Failed me?” They have never spoken of this, not once in all Qui-Gon’s journeys into the mortal realm to commune with him. This is primarily because Qui-Gon thought his mistakes so w...

“Anakin became a Jedi Knight,” Obi-Wan interjects, a thread of steel in his voice. “He served valiantly in the Clone Wars. His fall to darkness was more his choice than anyone else’s failure. Yes, I bear some responsibility—and perhaps you do, too—but Anakin had the training and the wisdom to choose a better path. He did not.”

still framing clone wars anakin positively after all this time... yeah.. -_____- as for the rest. kms. but also ok obiwan finally somewhat healed from severe self blame

“You’ve only just become acquainted with the boy.

obiwan only getting to know luke for a few days. I HATE STAR WARS

With a touch of his old rakish humor, Obi-Wan adds, “Or he would’ve decided I was every bit as crazy as Owen always told him I was, and run along back home.”

cw obiwan sarcasm i miss u

He had not struggled toward that goal at first. Only after Anakin’s fall did he push himself to emerge fully. It was the work of very nearly a decade. This he did for Obi-Wan; at least his Padawan did not have to spend his years in the desert entirely alone.

-______- hhhhhh

“I look forward to learning the art someday,” Obi-Wan says. “Hopefully in the distant future.” It’s another of his dry jokes, nothing more, but Qui-Gon is moved regardless. Obi-Wan has so little time left to live. To Qui-Gon, the death seems inevitable, almost neutral; he can even anticipate the reunion with his Padawan.

But after all his losses, all his sacrifice, all these endless years in the desert, Obi-Wan Kenobi still wants more life. This, too, is a kind of courage.

THERE IS NO ONE LIKE YOU OBIWAN 🫶 :((((((

“We shall meet again soon, my Padawan.” “I will never hesitate to call upon you.” That’s not the kind of meeting Qui-Gon means, but there’s no point in saying so. The truth will unfold itself in time. It always does.

As Obi-Wan will soon learn, the most beautiful form of mastery is the art of letting go.

Luke had too much of his father in him—but I meant all the best parts…and his mother, too, from what little I knew of her.

:(((((((

Excerpt from The Lady Has a Jocimer: My Life as a Modal Node, A Memoir by Ickabel G’ont CHAPTER 3: NOT FOR NOTHING

lmaoo

[Ed. Note: Since the writing of this memoir, Jabba the Hutt has been murdered by an unknown assassin within his palace. Jabba the Hutt cannot be thanked anymore. Still, the author requested we leave this entreaty in the text.]

He was gonna be cleaning up a real farging mess soon enough.

farging

Droids. He hated droids. The Clone Wars taught him that. Clankers couldn’t be trusted.

omg droidphobic bartender slingin slurs

Mama Fett didn’t raise any fools. Strictly speaking, my mama was a birthing pod, but you get the point.

Some nights when the lights are down in the palace and his scum buddies are snoozing, Jabba pulls out a bottle of his really prime gardulla, kicks Rebo awake, orders him to play something low and sad, and invites me to have a few. So I take off my helmet (but never my gun) and drink as he pours.

that is so funny sry