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Oh yes, I’m SURE there are cat-equivalents! Now I’m laughing at the visual of some poor padawan chasing after a streak of blue with claws and teeth as it tries to escape by way of jumping off Master Yoda’s shoulder and flinging itself into the rafters.

I bet Mace Windu doesn’t like cats.

which means, of course, the cats follow him everywhere

Every time there’s a Council meeting and he sits down, BAM, cat on his lap and he can’t yell and shoo them away without betraying his cool exterior

The tookas had been at the Temple for as long as anyone could remember. Nobody knew when or why. For as long as there have been Jedi on Coruscant, the tookas have lived beside them. Nobody questioned their presence, not even the Jedi who disliked them or who were allergic to them, not even Mace Windu, whose hate for them was legendary and who was followed around the Temple by a plague of tookas, suggested that they didn’t have a place in the Temple. 

To hurt or kick the tookas was frowned upon. An initiate caught doing so would probably never make padawan but even the worst behaved initiates would never have thought to do so. 

The Tookas ate the vermin that snuck into the Temple from the twisting lower levels of Coruscant. They stole food from distracted Jedi, or were fed by Tooka loving Jedi- bowls of blue milk left in hallways, scraps off plates, or left-over food left out by the Jedi who staffed the Temple kitchens. They slept curled up in patches of sunlight on Temple windowsills, or in the beds of Jedi, or in piles in the darkened corners of the Temple where few Jedi had cause to tread. 

(If you are in deepest parts of the Jedi Temple and you feel the brush of fur against your leg and the flash of golden eyes, there is a tooka beside you. There are many more around you that you cannot see or feel. Ask yourself, should you be there?)

Anakin Skywalker loved the tookas he kept scraps in his pockets for them. The Jedi Temple was cold, so cold, but the tookas with their small furry bodies, were warm as warm can be. They slept in his bed and comforted him when he cried, quiet as quiet can be so as not to wake his master (a Jedi releases his feelings into the Force), for his mother. (Obi Wan also cried in the other bedroom into the fur of a scarred blue tooka with one eye who had followed Obi Wan through his initiate days and who padded along behind him whenever his journeying took him back to Coruscant, but this is another tale.) Even in the last days of the Jedi, when Anakin Skywalker teetered at the edge of the Dark, the tookas swarmed behind him, almost tripping him up, mewing insistently.

When Darth Vader marched on the Temple, he and his clone troopers walked down hallways surrounded by unblinking yellow eyes. Some unwary troopers who walked too far from their battalions into the Temple’s shadowed corners disappeared. Their bodies were later found by the emperor’s cleanup crews chewed by a hundreds of tiny mouths, scratched by thousands of tiny claws. (Members of the cleanup crews disappeared too but nobody talks of that.)

Emperor Sidious tried to make the Temple his palace, a final insult to the Jedi. The tookas gave him no rest. They attacked him, his staff, his soldiers. They clawed his draperies, knocked over his artefacts, left puddles of piss and excrement in every corner. He fled a month later for good.

Darth Vader never returned after the Temple massacre. In the council room, he looked up from the bodies of the younglings into a thousand unblinking golden eyes and knew that there would be no place for him here ever again. He strode (fled) from those halls that had once been his home and never came back. 

Decades later when the Jedi had risen and fallen and the empire too had risen and fallen and risen and fallen yet again, a young woman and a young man, one fair, the other dark, both lighting their way with bright blue sabers, levered open the heavy rusted doors, and let the sun shine into the Temple once more. They were met by thousands of shining yellow eyes and the low buzz of hundreds upon hundreds of purring throats.

Jedi, something whispers, welcome back. We have been waiting.  

I love this, angst and all! On a happier note, why do I get the feeling they made it into to GAR ships as well? They adored the clones no doubt, and the same way that all Padawans tended to be called commander, and all Jedi kinghts and above general, all temple tookas were referred to as lieutenant. And yes, you know they tried claim orders from a superior when they were caught slacking off with a tooka in their lap!😁

Also, the Wolfpack with a teeny tiny tooka sitting on Plo’s shoulder. The 212th with a fussy ginger tom who can instantly tell if the general’s tea is too cold. Torrent company with multiple furry friends who skitter through the air ducts and catch rides in R2’s chassis, but one can always be found curled up in the med bay waiting to assist.

“Lieutenant Socks says I need to stay put and administer head scritches sir.”

“Waxer, get to the bridge now.” 

Commander Cody is tired. Fortunately, with Waxer gone, the Lieutenant needs somebody else to give head pats. I like your idea!!! I feel like years afterwards the imperial but formerly GAR ships and their clone crews have a veritable infestation of tookas. 

Only after the clones get phased out by the emperor, do the tookas leave the ships, following their clones into retirement on a hundreds of different planets, warming their laps and keeping them company in their (premature) old age. Commander Cody keeps “Lieutenant” Socks until his death. It’s his way of holding onto a piece of his old life and his general.

Nope! I refuse to let this get sadder!  (and yes Alba I see the irony 😉)

Because these are Temple Tookas, and they are attuned to the force in ways we will never fully understand. Just like the clones, they are meant to be with their Jedi. So I give you two scenarios;

– Tatooine’s native animals aren’t exactly the smallest or cutest of beings, so the first time Luke encounters one  in the corridors of Home One he thinks it is just his curiousity that makes him pick up the purring Tooka and hold it close to his chest. It makes the loss just that little bit easier to take. Soon however it becomes obvious that he has been adopted, and not just by the first one (who he names “Sparks” in honour of a rather amusing incident with R2 in the hanger bay) but by an ever growing tribe of Tookas who refuse to let him wallow. Leia giggles as she plays keep away with an adorable tabby kitten (ATAVII) while Wedge complains about the black one (Bomber) that likes to sleep in the Rogue’s flight helmets ( Luke pretends he doesn’t see him slipping the little menace treats between missions).The real shock​ however are the grizzled veterans who follow the Tookas, identical faces all looking at him with a sense of dumbfounded awe followed by determination. The Tookas found the Vod’e a baby Jedi, they will be damned before they let this one be harmed on their watch. Which is how Luke Skywalker gets an honour guard of overprotective clones who know all the tricks for keeping their Jedi safe from their own idiocy. They are however vastly relieved when Lieutenant Fluffybutt sashays in on ancient paws followed by former captain Rex – when it comes to chaos Skywalkers are after all in a league of their own.

-Cody has no clue know why he doesn’t change the coordinates Lieutenant Socks managed to accidentally enter into the navcomp. But honestly, there’s nowhere he really belongs anymore and he’s just so tired… Tired of running, tired of grieving, tired of trying to drink away his memories,just tired of everything. So he makes the jump, and finds himself orbiting a certain desert backwater with two suns. He looks at Socks and asks him why he felt the need to take them to a planet where he’ll spend half the time combing sand out of his fur? Socks just purrs. Cody figures that counts as orders from a superior and so heads down to the surface. He’s not sure where to go, until he checks to see where Socks has disappeared to and finds the Tooka twining himself around the ankles of a local boy who offers to show him around. Luke is a sweet kid, and Cody pushes down a weird feeling of familiarity as he follows him around town. Cody offers him a ride home and Luke agrees, but does he mind if they make a detour to see Old Ben? The Tuskens have been active recently and he want to make sure the hermit is ok. Cody of course agrees (somewhat bemused) and off they go with Socks tucked around Luke’s neck purring up a storm. And then? There is a man in the desert with beard and hair bleached white by the sun. His voice is rougher, he moves like a man much older, but it is still unmistakably, unbelievably, Cody’s General. There are tears. There are apologies. There are hugs. But most of all, there is belonging. Because at long last Cody is back where he is meant to be, at his Jedi’s side.

Good luck with your essay writing! I’m sure you’ll nail it! 😊

Oh my God, I am not exaggerating when I say that I squeaked happily at your scenarios. Especially the one where Lieutenant Socks leads Cody to Ben. They can be grumpy Sand!husbands together.

Cody chases off intruders with his trusty GAR issued blaster, Ben (irritatingly) invites them in for tea, even those of the feral Tatooinian wildlife variety. Luke comes for visits at least once a week and absorbs their war stories, wide-eyed. Owen grumbles but has to concede that “that Cody at least has some sense, maybe if we’re lucky some of will make its way into your hard head, boy.” Beru and Ben meet in Mos Eisely for monthly supply runs and exchange gossip over drinks at the local cantina. Nobody bothers them, it is common knowledge that Beru is a quick draw and wicked shot and that Ben is a bad man with whom to pick a bar fight. 

Cody manages to convince Owen that the universe in a dangerous place and that Luke is safer trained so Luke starts Jedi training at the age of seven. When a certain pair of droids show up eighteen years later, Luke is ready to face the galaxy. Cody is a pretty old man by that time, but Ben has also been prematurely aged by his experiences and they are both at peace with their lives and their physical state. Lieutenant Socks is very, very old but lives in contented and pampered splendour on his favourite cushion in their hut. Idk, if they survive ANH but I know Owen and Beru do (because reasons, that’s why) and that they have a happy life together.

Oooooh.

And there’s a colony of tookas now living on Endor centered on the clearing where Anakin’s funeral byre was because he did come back to the light in the end.

Hello unexpected pile of angst. *sniff*