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It's been about four years since Anathema Jedi met Ellaita Dameron, and they've all been excellent.

(Minus the slight heart-stopping terror that was The Ghost of Darth Vader, but, also, that was actually really hot, and The Ghost of Darth Vader was happening at Lord Fuckwad and not at Anathema, so, still excellent.)

Peace has mostly settled in from the initial ceasefires after Anakin scared Lord Dickhead shitless, minus a few diplomatic kerfuffles Anathema couldn't care less about - she and her girls got cloning facilities of their own and no one's shooting at them right now, which are the only important parts. Anathema and Ellaita have learned so much, and Anathema can sometimes even make Anakin look like she just had a stroke, which is really funny. (Trying to fork her girls by copying their memories into new, unawake clone bodies isn't that weird. Totally an excellent idea. And Anakin didn't even try to tell her no, just mumbled 'not my circus...' and wandered off, so, proof there's nothing wrong with it.)

There's only two things that could use improvement. One: she and Ellaita don't tend to have the galaxy's most private quarters. Two: there is a certain Very Hot someone they could be kissing and aren't.

Fortunately, these two problems have the same solution.

Which leads Anathema to draping herself over Ellaita one late evening, musing out loud - "You know, I bet Anakin could possess one of my girls. Have a body for a bit. Plenty of my girls would be super into that."

(The story of Anakin 'Vendar' disintegrating a mountain to intimidate Lord Jackass - and then putting it back together, presumably because he wasn't intimidated enough yet - has spread out from Sharp and Charge, with Anathema of course very graciously sharing the memory when asked. And, well. Anathema's girls have taste. If Anakin wants a body on any kind of consistent basis, she'll probably need to set up a time-share.)

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Ellaita Dameron

into-the-sea

Ellaita startles, grabbing at Anathema.

warrior-my-warrior

"Visitors?" Her answer is half a question as oh shit she can't move and there are three naked women sinks in. "-We didn't mean to come here exactly? If that helps?"

Anathema Jedi

freedom-is-burning

Anathema snaps awake! ...She did not bring her weapons to bed and that was an oversight.

She sits up, staring suspiciously at the 'visitors.'

...She'll let the more awake and more terrifyingly powerful Anakin handle this, maybe, until she finishes blinking.

brighten-the-place

"And where were you going instead?" Anakin asks.

warrior-my-warrior

"Not anywhere specific; just a different world than the one we came from. Do, uh, any of you have a special connection to death or death-related artifacts?"

brighten-the-place

Anakin raises an eyebrow...

brighten-the-place

And steps out of Sharp's body.

"You could say that," she says, tilting her ghostly head, and looking right at Fay, eyes narrow. "So you're not from this - planet? Galaxy? Universe?"

Sharp

wild-hearts-can't-be-broken

(That was jarring.)

(Sharp, back in control of her own body, backs out of the way, towards a bedside table she hopes Anakin had the common sense to stash a weapon in. If needed.)

warrior-my-warrior

Wow she looks like a dead Fay who had a bit of a rough life.

"Probably universe is the best way to say it."

brighten-the-place

"...Huh."

"How did you get here?"

warrior-my-warrior

"Through the paths in the land of the dead."

brighten-the-place

She hums, then glances at the room's other three occupants, and - "You're telling the truth, so," - she releases the 'visitors' she's captured.

"Let's step out and let them get dressed."

The door into the living room opens illustratively behind them.

(Anakin, being a projection of her own mind, is exactly as dressed as she wants to be. Which is 'fully,' right now.)

warrior-my-warrior

"Yeah." She leaves the bedroom with her two girls.

Fay Reynolds

out-of-feathers

Fay follows, of course, though her glances at Anakin are long and considering, still.

brighten-the-place

She sends her maybe-girlfriends and Sharp a soft, apologetic look. "Sorry for the rude awakening," she says.

Ellaita Dameron

into-the-sea

"Don't think this one's really your fault, sweetheart. Go ahead and make sure we're not going to get murdered before we can get dressed."

brighten-the-place

Small smile. "Of course."

And out into the living room, examining their visitors - her doppelganger, their familiar Force signatures, the unfamiliar whisper of how they wield... Possibly the Force - even more.

warrior-my-warrior

The visitors examine her right back. She feels... weirdly different from other ghosts Ellie's seen.

brighten-the-place

"Your Force signatures are familiar," she says after a few moments.

warrior-my-warrior

"What does that mean?"

brighten-the-place

"The Force is how I use my powers, and what I'm - made of, essentially. Every person - or at least every organic sapient - feels different in the Force, though some people can resemble each other. I've met - I think just three signatures that've repeated in all but surface details before."

"Your Force signatures match two of those three patterns. Two of you with the same pattern," she nods to Fay and Anathema, "And you from a second pattern," and she nods to Ellie.

warrior-my-warrior