#truth within
I just found likely the oldest existing version of my old Star Wars fanfic ‘Truth Within’ stuffed in the dark recesses of my google drive and I’m utterly ecstatic
These are listed as being from at LEAST 2011, if not earlier, and reading some of these definitely communicates that this was some of Baby’s First Fanfiction when I was in like, 8th grade. Crazy as hell to think how much I have grown as a writer in the span of a decade which, honestly, really inspires me to keep getting better.
For anyone who wants to read the updated shenanigans of Sakajin and a version of that fic updated around 2016, it’s posted here on A03!
I will likely be updating it again in the near future, if only because my younger self did not know the age old saying of ‘fuck canon this is my story now’.
Sometimes self care is just realizing that trying to follow canonical events of the clone wars series in a multi-chapter fanfic for grievous and my OC is absolutely insane and just, deciding instead to ignore all but the best plot points and reworking the rest however I want because it’s my dollhouse and I want my narrative to make SENSE
Life Afterwards - DarthSuki - Star Wars Prequel Trilogy [Archive of Our Own]
Sakajin was once a young woman who found herself as the apprentice of General Grievous and the inheritor of her mother’s enigmatic legacy. After the events of the Clone Wars, all she wants is to have a simple life with the family she had made.
It may be a bit of a strange family—herself, a clone named Scorch, and her ex-mentor Grievous (who goes by Qymaen once more)—but at least they care about one another.
…
“I heard you cursing earlier about something outside, Qymaen,” Sakajin didn’t even need to turn her head away from the sink upon recognizing the sound. The man’s heavy, metallic footsteps gave him away with ease. “Did one of you break the water collector?”
When he didn’t give her an answer for a few silent moments, the woman finally turned her gaze around to peer at him, amusement and curiosity gently tugging at her expression.
To almost anyone else, the cyborg towering in the doorway would have had a different name, one that had carried years of pain and suffering that he had only recently been able to heal from. His birth name, once shunned and now reclaimed, always settles in the air with a warm sort of devotion—despite being several years since the end of the Clone Wars, he’s still not quite used to hearing it again. Less so in using it himself.
“Nothing is broken,” he says after a moment, as if having to collect himself before speaking. His form straightens, and for a moment Sakajin thought he seemed to be leaning ever so slightly to one side. “And no, there isn’t anything wrong either, I simply wanted to check on how you-“
“Don’t believe whatever he’s saying in there!” interrupted a third voice, from outside of the open doorway, though it didn’t take more than a breath for the owner to step inside and wipe off some sweat gathered at his brow. “Our ol’ general here might be too proud to mention it, but I think he’s got a part malfunctioning in his hip. Been complainin’ about it all morning.”
The second man is a human. His features are rugged, an old scar stretching across one side of his face where he’d been burned several years before—despite the injury, scarcely a single person could say his face wasn’t at least somewhat familiar, being just one of a million or more clone soldiers who had fought in that namesake war. But, to the two other people standing in the house with him, he was his own person. Stupidly light-hearted, frustratingly stubborn. No more, and certainly no less.
Sakajin stared at both of the men for a few seconds before letting out a sigh.
“You know I can probably fix that, right?” she asks the cyborg, who decides to turn his sharp gaze towards the man beside him and growls, though the sound is scarcely venomous.
“I’m fairly certain I mentioned before that she did not need to know, Scorch.”
“Yeah, well that was before you kept griping about it,” the clone retorts, stepping away from the doorway and towards the kitchen to grab a towel and start wiping off his hands—both he and Qymaen had been making repairs to several tools around the house. “Maybe, if you didn’t sound like an old man with joint issues, then I wouldn’t have to make jokes about it.”
I want all of you to perceive this absolutely wonderful ref sheet that @creamsiclesquid did for my Star Wars OC, Sakajin!
Considering that the last reference sheet was super simplified (and old), and that Sakajin is also partially of an original species (Tarael) I think Squid did an absolutely fantastic job at translating what I had in mind for her
For comparison, below is what she had as a ref sheet previously:
