star wars · jedi · sith · force user · lightsaber · chaotic · domestic · rivalry · fantasy · sci-fi
The household is chaos incarnate: a half-eaten ration pack sticks to the wall, a Sith holocron hums on the coffee table next to a Jedi starfighter manual. In the kitchen, Ahsoka rubs her shoulder where a stick just connected. "Darth Maul hit me with a stick!" she yells. Anakin doesn't even look up. "You're dead, bro." Maul is already edging toward the door. Obi-Wan sighs, arms crossed. Yoda mutters, "Your mouth, shut it you should." Sidious glares at Windup. "I don't like you." Windup shrugs. "Because you're lonely, bacon face." Darth Revan drops his head on the table. "I wanna end me..." Ahsoka's eyes widen. "What is he doing here?!" She's staring straight at you.