Modern AU Where Obi-Wan Is Teaching A Class (probably Linguistics Or Poetry But NOT Classic Lit Miss

“The question isn’t who’s going to let me; it’s who’s going to stop me?”

— Ayn Rand

Humans are space musicians

I'm back!

So ya'll know about music, right? When we make the air wiggle to our will till it pleases us? Music is very important to just about all human culture, we use it to teach, we use it for religious reasons, hell, I even still sing "this old man" when brushing my teeth so I know i'm doing it for long enough.

Most importantly though, we use it for entertainment and art. (often at the same time) Music is something we usually have going in the background while working to help focus, there's music we associate with specific things and we have specific music for specific events, like playing "all I want for christmas is you" to let everyone know it's November.

Music isn't just something that we like though, there are a lot of instances of us playing music to animals and them just ~vibing~ to it. So music is totally something that almost all living beings enjoy.

Now, the history of music is very important, because it's always been almost exclusively controlled by the church until a few hundred years ago, so other developed species might only use it for celebrations, rituals and religion.

Not only that, they might not even have created music yet and if they have it might be super basic, one-beat, no variation music, there's a chance they haven't even developed music theory or understand the concept at all

This leaves us with 3 (probably more, but i'm too laxy to consider those) scenarios

1.) Music is only used for religion and celebration, it's a sacred art and is not to be usee in any other context.

Then along come the hairless space monkeys and introduce them to the idea of music as an art or for recreation, to which the entire galactic counsel is shocked and curious to see what the humans are doing.

2.) Music has never been concieved and humans are the ones to introsuce it to the galactic counsel as an art form, they are intrigued by this new use for noise

3.)music exists, but it's very basic music which is really just played in waiting rooms or whatever so you sren't bores to death, then humans come out with music and it's like, "wait, so you're telling me music sounds better when there's variation???" And everyone is just mindblown to find out about it

(Also please, I need someone to write shit eith my ideas, i'm begging you

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Looking back, the first sign that something's wrong was that the human had been gone for hours. There aren't many place to go on a spaceship, and yet Gyali was unable to find her.

Now xe spots the human, Alex, as she's hurrying down the long corridor with a brown paper box in hand and a huge smile on her face. Gyali long ago learned to be suspicious of that smile.

"What's in that box?" Xe steps in front of the human, glaring at said box.

Alex's grin widens, showing all teeth and making Gyali shudder. "Wouldn't you like to know." She coos at the object.

Gyali's scales flutter in confusion. "Yes, that's why I asked."

"Oh. It's just... Stuff."

If possible, Gyali's suspicion levels rise even higher. "What stuff?"

The human shrugs, the movement rattles whatever's inside the box, muffled sounds of scattering emerges from it. The human winces. "Sorry, sorry!" She hushes the box. "It's... Come, I'll show you."

Gyali reluctantly follows after the human. Xe doesn't really want to know, not really. But xe's the human's supervisor, so it's not like xe has any choice, does xe?

They hurry down the remainder of the corridor, the human silent as death, while Gyali's steps echo heavily around them despite xir small size. When they reach Alex's quarter, she lets Gyali in first, then firmly shuts the door. She carefully places the box on her desk, then beams down at Gyali.

"They must have been here since we ported at Earth."

The box opens, and Gyali jumps backwards with a screech. The human doesn't even flinch, the sound must have been over her hearing levels... From the box, two small, furry creatures look up with round, black eyes, both of them baring sets of small, but sharp looking teeth. The creatures are terrifying, yet the human watches them with such adoration, of course she does.

"They are mice." Alex says, as if that explains anything. "I haven't seen one in ages. They are harmless, don't worry."

Gyali continues to worry. "Where did you get them?"

"In the garbage cabin. I was just in time, the cat was hunting them, but I managed to catch them first!" She smiles proudly.

Gyali's scales slowly rise into a defensive position. Xe knows what a cat is. The humans' pet predators, vicious and deadly creatures, absolutely banned from all intergalactic ships.

"What cat." Xe squeezes out.

Alex freezes.

"Alex? What. Cat."

I am having thoughts about Corrie Massiffs.

About them being trained as emotional support animals as well as their actual jobs.

About them being long lived (maybe 30-50 year life span) and choosing their corries as their people to protect.

Sensing when their corries need support and helping them though panic attacks and anxiety issues, helping them sleep and guarding them through the night. Helping with their fears and drawing them out of dark spiralling thoughts and having the best hugs.

Thinking about the Corries also being the massiffs emotional support people who do just as much for them, who love them oh so dearly. Who play games with them and always try to get them treats and protect them with everything they have.

Thinking about the way the Massiffs would calm their corries down, little nudges and heads on laps or sitting on them entirely.

Thinking about how neither the corrie nor the massiff like to be apart.

Thinking about about them whining over the bodies of their corries and refusing to move, nudging them desperate for them to wake up. Having to be pulled away and never being the same after.

Thinking about them sitting by the door to the icebox room and refusing to move until their corrie comes back, then following right next to them as they're helped to a space to lie down and curling up with them so their person can take their body heat and feel warm and safe and letting their corries hug tight.

Thinking about the massiffs sitting outside the med bay and just whining and scratching on the door. About Grizzer refusing to move and sounding distressed after Hound was carried in and about Hound finally waking with Grizzer on his lap.

About everything getting all too much all of a sudden for Pup and Bumble pulling him away to get him somewhere quieter and then putting her head in his lap and licking his face and being a warm solid presence for Pup to focus on and calm down and feel safe.

About massiffs knowing their corries are overworking themselves and trying to make them sleep. Of Grizzer knowing it upsets Hound and that Fox is almost his person too so he steals Fox's datapad and leads him to his bed then sits on him. Fox scratches him behinds the ear with a very soft chuckle and admits he could probably do with a few hours.

Grizzer trying to get the smell of Palpatine off of Fox. All the massiffs trying to get the smells of Senators off their corries and take the horrible smell of distress away.

Thinking about no-Order 66 where the massiffs stay with their corries and help them with their recovery post-war and this spreading through the GAR. They get even more training on how to be support animals and they love getting to help and love their people who love them so dearly back.

Thinking about Order-66, and the massiffs not understanding whats happened to their corries. Why they're not them anymore.

About any blackout mission and their corries aren't behaving like their people and they don't smell of anything, not fear not joy not sadness not anything they can usually sense, they can't read any emotion off their corries and they don't know what to do. Trying to get them to react, trying to bring them out of it or simply waiting for them to come back and being worried until they do.

You know, just thinking thoughts...

Omega: Hey Echo!

Echo: what's up, kid?

Omega: you should put rocket boosters in your legs so you can fly!!

Echo:

Echo:

Echo: TECH, I HAVE ANOTHER REQUEST

Meet Lari Hirini, my Jedi padawan OC. The one on the right is when she first became a padawan and the left her Post-O66 or in a world where O66 doesn’t happen. Expect to see more of her and a few others soon.

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I love how he has no fear-

He just fuckin stares down Krell

And this, ladies, gentlemen, and my nonbinary folks, is why he's an Arc Trooper

he definitely was thinking about shooting him right then and there-

@same-heart-same-blood

Interviewer: So, how would you describe your relationship with your Jedi?

Rex: *long, long, long, long sigh* Idiot siblings.

Cody: don't get me started

Rex: to clarify, I'm not the idiot.

Colt: *wordlessly pulls up sleeve to reveal "I-heart-Mom" tattoo on his bicep*

Cody: I have sympathy for Rex because Skywalker just DOES things but Kenobi, he, he thinks things through, and then he STILL does those things even if they're HORRIBLE IDEAS—

Fox: *chugs coffee, slams cup down so hard it breaks* bold of you to assume I have a Jedi

Gree: Not family, but definitely close friends.

Cody: —reckless, ridiculously self-sacrificing, no regard for his own safety—

Grey, dead serious, no hesitation: caleb is my son

Whatever clones are in Master Tapal's battalion: *chanting, one of them holds Cal up like Simba* BABY BOY BABY BOY BABY BOY

Cody: —can't even leave him alone for two minutes because he goes and loses his lightsaber in the middle of a battle—

Ponds: I'd like to say we're blood-brothers bound through the heat of battle because that sounds neat, but honestly, Master Windu and I, we're—we're fire-forged coworkers.

Wolffe: I can neither confirm nor deny that I bought Master Plo a Galaxy's Best Dad mug

Cody, staring vacantly into space: I'm so underpaid

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