wannabe: star wars reader insert

the colour purple

-sorry this little Umbara arc interlude is so long
-i finished violet evergarden. if you haven't seen it, watch it after you read this chapter, it's made me sob way too much
Mando'a TRANSLATIONS:
-jetii = Jedi (Jetiise = plural of jedi)
-vod = brother/sister (vode = plural term)
-aruetii = foreigner (used in a negative sense)

'𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙄𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧...'
-𝙄𝙛 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙧, 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙠

What does it mean to be Jedi? Of course, one had to be calm, but also caring and compassionate. You had to be able to endure hours of meditation, sweaty training sessions, and the occasional scolding from an instructor. You also had to learn how to listen to yourself, and the Force. It would be your guide wherever you wandered in the galaxy. A comfort that you weren't alone.

Being a Jedi meant being a servant of the Force all while utilising one's compassion to help others. The catch was attachment and emotions. Fly too close to the sun, you'll burn up. Fly too far away, you'll freeze.

(Y/n) heaved in an achingly heavy breath. Krell sat in the main control room of the airbase, and (Y/n) wasn't sure how she felt about that. He was taking over her mission. Again. Not to mention, putting the lives of her men on the line without reason.

"Nova?" her voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't understand." In the isolated corner of the barren hanger, they sat side by side against the wall. A lone pair of patrolling troopers passed. They paused to salute. (Y/n) sent them nods of acknowledgement, Nova mimicking her.

"What don't you understand?"

(Y/n) fiddled with a loose thread on her grimy robes. "Master Krell is supposed to be a Jetii, but he nearly got you all killed. If I hadn't gotten there in time..." She trailed off and wrapped the thread around her finger. With a firm pull, it snapped. "Jetiise are peacekeepers, compassionate, and selfless." She listed a few more characteristics, but it was like she were affirming it, as if to tell herself that Jetiise weren't bad.

But if that were true, then what could explain Krell? He was completely rotten to the core. Nothing could defend his disgusting actions, much less what he said and did to (Y/n) and her men. Even then, she had the audacity to wonder if Krell had been born like that or made, groomed even, by someone else.

"Not everyone can be like you." Nova gently said. (Y/n) shook her head hopelessly. "But...a Jetii. Come on." It was difficult to wrap her head around even though it was true. There were rumours about fallen Jedi in the past, but they always sounded more like horror stories than truth. All the Jedi (Y/n) grew up with were wonderful people (save for her bullies). They cared about clones like people. Not merchandise. Not tools, but people.

Nova shifted in his spot and tilted his head back against the wall. He stared at the rounded ceilings towering high above. Even in the artificial light, it was dark in the hanger like the inky clouds outside. The sun was a far away memory. "When I first heard I was going to be assigned to a Jedi," Nova began, "I didn't expect to be assigned to a kid." (Y/n) playfully kicked him and he let out a light chuckle.

"You were quiet, but you always kept your head high. Kal'buir always told us that we were engineered to think Jedi were the best, but when we went on our first mission,"--Nova smiled and it was sad--"you jumped in front of a charge to save me. A clone." He thought back to that fateful day, where the sky lit up in flames and the grass stained gray with ash. "We thought our squads were the only family we had, along with Kal'buir. But you were different. You were always different."