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    “Are you going to kill me right here, Mand’alor?” Obi-Wan manages.

    Fett freezes, his hold loosening, and shoves away from him as if burned, getting to his feet. Obi-Wan coughs, looks up to where the man is watching him with some strange mix of emotion. His shields are exceptionally strong, for a null.

    “There is no Mand’alor,” Fett says finally, and walks right out of the room.

    (Or: 15-year-old Jedi Padawan Anakin Skywalker crash-lands on Kamino on the one day a cycle when the seas are calm and the storms abate. At the time, he doesn’t think much of it. Later—much later—he will come to see it as an omen.)

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    “Rex,” Skywalker said seriously, “please tell me you don’t spend your free time reading about slime mold. As your friend, it’s very important to me that you have healthy interests.”

    If he had his helmet, Rex would have given in to the urge to roll his eyes. “Do you remember when we were on Imdaar, sir?”

    “The swamp moon? I remember Obi-Wan obsessing over—oh, Rex.”

    Or five times Rex defended Obi-Wan's honor and one time Obi-Wan returned the favor.

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    12 May 2021

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    They have just made it through the syllabus and started on actual instruction when, with twenty-five minutes left, the fire alarm goes off. 

    “Probably a drill,” says Mercedes. 

    “Not on the first day,” Vidal counters. “Some clown pulled the alarm.” 

    “Or some clown set a fire,” Mercedes says, cheerfully. 

    Nile sighs before she can stop herself. “I wasn’t planning on dying today, and I’d rather not,” she mutters in English. 

    Isidra snorts, packing away her things. “You millennials and your gallows humor.” 

    Nile lets herself laugh at that, but not as long as she’d like to. 

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    11 May 2021

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    What Zolf can do—something in this world he knows how to give—is to provide Wilde the thing he’d asked for again and again: for Zolf to sit with him a minute, and have a drink.

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    09 May 2021