Begun. .The Clone Wars have. .

There, that change in direction —- in acknowledgment, that brought out the real smile in Anakin. He straightened, chest out, chin high. Giving Kenobi a thoughtful nod.

“I won’t let you down. .Obi-Wan.”

A thin line formed on Skywalker’s lips —- trying everything to hold the boiling pride that began to reach his throat.

“Thank you, Master. I don’t know what to say —- I’ve. .I’ve waited for this for a long time.”

Even if it didn’t always come out correctly. .he wanted to be more. Always more.

‘Kneel, Padawans.’ And they did, Skywalker bowed his head, allowing his braid to sway before his eyes —- just as the closed, and caught the glimpse of familiar red boots before him.

Bringing Anakin out of his own head. “To be a Jedi Knight means to be a representative of The Jedi, and the Galaxy at large. You are more than yourself with this title.”

Anakin’s back tightened, his shoulders rigid. ‘More than yourself.’ He thought —- but he was always attempting that.

Were required to face trials. Test of the flesh or mind —- of their wits and strengths. In the end, earning their right as Jedi Knights amongst the Order.

But with the war, came the need to make this ceremony. . .quicker. “Do not take this lightly.” Windu’s voice cracked across open air

Strode before them. Giving a speech on the knowledge of The Force, of the Jedi and its history —- and how something like this had never been done before.

In the months following Geonosis —- the Galaxy was in greater need of Jedi than before. In the past, Padawan’s

As if they were. .family. Or something close to it.

Anakin stood in a row of eight other Jedi Padawan’s. All of them tilted straight like stilts, their individual Padawan braids hung loosely or connected to them in some form. All of them, attentive, proud, smiling, listening in as Master Windu

There was nothing like the feeling of being surrounded by other Jedi. Master Yoda called it harmony, Windu called it a strengthen bond —- but Anakin knew it as something else.

As if the Force would surge so powerfully and so collectively, that all of them could seemingly feel as one.

The Jedi Temple.
Six Standard Months after Geonosis.

—- @forceserenity.bsky.social

| should move this feller into the clone wars, maybe I’ll write up his Knighting ceremony to get the dust off

| I kind of don’t want him to but I understand completely if he does, I also hope they let him win if they brawl. Too many cameos of him casually losing lol 😭

| should I really try my dangest to be active on here

“. . .Rex said it was cool.”

“Master, the moment of surprise is ruined if we aren’t truly committed to camouflage.”

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐀 | 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌 🔞
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✘ - #SWRP | #BSRP | #MVRP
✘ - Novel Canon | Show | AU
✘ - Ships W | Chemistry
✘ - Lewd Earned | SFW
✘ - Bisexual
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𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 / 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

Thanks.

A memory flashes in his mind. A red saber matches itself to blue, clashing amongst rain and the ever silence of a forgotten temple.

“Ventress.” He says, although it’s more of a snarl than a name. “She hasn’t shown herself since. But I doubt I killed her.”

⠀ · ࣪ ⊹ 𓂃 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ

“It is.” Anakin says in a stalwart turn, his hands clasped behind his back —- as if professionalism and Jedi training exuded from his very stance. When he knew that was more than a lie.

“. .Can I help you with something?”

There is a tensity to his shoulders that could only be expressed as a predator ready to snap. A jaw so tight it might as well break steel —- but he remembers where he is, and more importantly who is and what he means to her.

“Understanding? Of what. That I enjoy the garden?”

Across the race ways of Coruscant, where 500 Republica found itself raising higher than the speeders could even rise —- was the perfect vantage of a certain Senators apartment.

And here, from the garden balcony of The Jedi Temple —- a certain Jedi stared right back.

"ᴀꜱ ᴊᴇᴅɪ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄꜱ.

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ."

Helena, Founding Lady of House Davarío. Jedi Master
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STAR WARS oc(s)

⠀ · ࣪ ⊹ 𓂃 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫 .ᐟ

( his jaw tightens, a flare of spite flashes over his blue eyes —- until it releases in the calm of his training. )

Yes, Master. I understand.

I will be a Knight. Someday.

No problem.

It’s good to see you, Padmé.

Padmé. 🙂‍↕️

“Normal to me, it is.” Anakin matched his Master’s impression, a grin the size of a canyon on his face.

“Ha ha. .” Suddenly, Skywalker’s face turns serious and cold. Like a statue made of brimstone. “Master, I need to tell you something.”