𝐉𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐢-𝐆𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐧
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• Tweeting from the perspective of Qui-Gon Jinn
• Devoted to serving the living force
• Master to Obi-Wan Kenobi
• Willing to RP, DM to plan longer stories
• Has Knowledge of both Legends and Canon
Today we celebrate the birthday of the great Liam Neeson! 🎂🎉
Thank you for your extraordinary talents on screen. The intensity of Taken, the depth in Schindler’s List, the majestic lion of Aslan in Narnia, and so many more unforgettable roles. But most importantly, thank you for bringing the wise and noble Qui-Gon Jinn to life in Star Wars.
You’ve enriched cinema for generations!
I wouldn’t be here without you!
Happy Birthday to my idol and hero!🍻
#LiamNesson
Rey Hearing the Cosmic Force
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The storm above Exegol raged like a wound in the galaxy.
Below it, Rey lay broken upon the cold stone as Palpatine unleashed a torrent of Force Lightning into the sky, the dark power splitting the heavens and striking the Resistance fleet above. The Sith Lord’s laughter echoed across the jagged temple ruins as his fury poured endlessly into the storm.
Rey could barely move.
The weight of the dark side pressed against her spirit, crushing her body and mind beneath it. Every breath felt like her last.
But in the silence beneath the thunder, Rey remembered...
Her training.
With the last strength she had left, she reached out—not to the living alone, but beyond.
Into the current that binds all things.
Into the Force itself.
She reached out to us.
“Be with me.” She pleaded.
And we heard her.
The veil between the Living Force and the Cosmic Force trembled. What had once been impossible began to stir. The Will of the Force—the ancient current spoken of in forgotten Jedi teachings—moved through us.
It was our time to act.
Anakin, Obi-Wan, Yoda, Luke, and I gathered around her presence within the Force. Though unseen in the physical world, we stood together in the luminous expanse of the Cosmic Force. Our spirits formed a vast dome of energy around her, shielding her from the darkness that threatened to consume her.
We closed our eyes.
We did not command the Force.
We listened to it.
And we spoke the words it gave us.
Spiral from the Sands
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I watched as Anakin approached the ledge of a mound before The Tuskin Raider village.
He knew this was the one that was holding his mother. With an instant he jumped down the mound, using the Force, he softly landed without making a sound.
I watched as he crept around the village huts until he stopped at specific hut, knowing his mother was inside.
He quickly ignited his lightsaber to cut a doorway for him to get in.
He kicked it and ducked in and stood before him way his mother, tied to a wooden frame badly bruised, bleeding and injured.
68 BBY - The Saber Whirl
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It was an exciting day at the Jedi Temple: Exhibition Day. The one day each cycle when Padawans and young initiates of any age could show off our talents while the Jedi Masters watched. If you were skilled enough—and lucky—a Master might choose you as their apprentice by the time the sun set over Coruscant.
You could sign up for as many or as few events as you wanted: Force exercises like dueling, balance, endurance, climbing, jumping, or swimming. This year, I signed up for only one: Dueling.
I made my way through opponent after opponent with surprising ease.
I could sense their intentions in the Force a heartbeat before they moved—parrying strikes, I could see them before they happened.
Redirecting their momentum against them.
By midday, word had spread through the halls. I started noticing Masters slipping into the dojo to watch, arms folded, eyes sharp.
Until ultimately, I reached the finals.
#StarWars #QuiGonJinn
Reunion, Redemption, and Purpose
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As the echoes of his final words to his son reverberated in his mind,
“You were right.” Vader, now once again, Anakin Skywalker, allowed himself to die.
In that instant, flashes of memories surged through him. Padmé, Obi-Wan, His mother, Their voices layered over one another—loving, scolding, encouraging, grieving until his eyes snapped open to the mechanical rasp of Vader’s respirator.
Anakin Skywalker lay upon the scorched bank, where he had fallen to Obi-Wan Kenobi only twenty-three years ago. A defeat that had seared his body and soul, twisting him into the armored shadow of Darth Vader.
The blackened shores of Mustafar stretched out beneath a blood-red sky, the air thick with the acrid tang of sulfur and molten rock. But this time, there was no inferno devouring his flesh, no volcanic fury clawing at his limbs, no screaming hatred boiling through his veins like the lava flows behind him. Instead, a strange, unfamiliar peace enveloped him, as if the Force itself had quenched the fires of his torment. The glowing rivers of magma still churned and hissed in the distance, casting flickering shadows across the obsidian ground, yet they brought no agony—only echoes of memory, distant and muted.
Footsteps crunched softly on the brittle rock, approaching with a calm inevitability.
“Anakin.” the voice said warmly but boldly.
Anakin turned his head, his blue eyes—once stormy with rage and pain—now wide with wary anticipation. He braced for the cruel, twisted smile of Darth Sidious, the Emperor who had ensnared him in darkness.
But it was not Palpatine who stood before him.
#StarWars #QuiGonJinn #AnakinSkywalker
At the dawn of each new week, the Force often sets before us a path whose end remains shrouded in mystery.
Even so it was with me. The Whills guided me upon a journey whose conclusion I could not foresee nor could I imagine the trials that awaited beyond death itself.
Yet here I stand before you now, a part of the Cosmic Force, having served the Whills teachings, they taught the way to preserve consciousness and was given a new mission.
Guiding the next Jedi toward this same harmony, this same path of selfless surrender to the will of the Force.
You, too, face your trials with the courage of one who listens to the Force.
Trust in it. Let go of fear and expectation.
In the end... the reward comes not as the galaxy reckons it, but as the Force itself gives peace, understanding, and unity everlasting.
#StarWars
Great sorrow I get from this image. A man of great nobility he once was.
My Master, a wise man. He saw the corruption growing in the Republic, the greed of senators, the complacency of the Jedi Council... and in his heart, he believed he could bring true order, true justice. And my death sent him over the edge.
Hello all,
Been a little bit hasn’t it?
I drift back into Twitter(or X) once again…
The Force carried me away in a time when my spirit dull.
In my solitude, I found renewal.
Now, luminous again, I return.
I wish to catch up with you.
Please let me know how you are doing, or anything you want me to know!
Today, I’d like to wish the great and mighty @MarkHamill a very Happy Birthday! 🎊🎉
Thank you for inspiring generations and generations to come!
May the Force be with you, always! 💫
// I’ve been rereading Terry Brooks’ The Phantom Menace novelization and forgot how different but also how similar it is to the movie we got.
I’d forgotten the bounty of scenes we never saw on screen. Scenes like Obi-Wan’s arrival on Naboo, Qui-Gon gently lecturing Obi-Wan about his lightsaber or just the slight difference in gungan dialect. Interestingly enough, some of this was filmed for the film but didn’t make the Final Cut. I hope someday we will be able to see it!
If you haven’t already I highly recommend reading or listening to this book!
#StarWars #ThePhantomMenace #QuiGonJinn
When voices in the galaxy fall silent, the dark side grows. Let Hope always remind you are precisely where the Force intends you to be.
#StarWars#QuiGonJinn
// I wanted to share this with all of you:
This is an excellent AI made fan-story made by Hyperspace Stories.
It takes place directly after Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon reunite after the events of the Kenobi Series.
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon talk about the past, future, and present.
Fans are the future of Star Wars.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Here it is:
https://t.co/tcoIE7iHwj
@GuardingTheLore “I’m alright,” I say “a little sore but nothing to bad”
He put his hand on her chest. Letting the Force flow through him.
“Your legs are broken. Let’s see if we have any medicine in the back.” He picks her up and sets her near a medical area.
@GuardingTheLore “I’m here” his tone reassuring. as he crawls through the twisted remains of the cockpit.
“Can you move?” He asks, steady as I assess her injuries and look out the window.
The planet outside the shattered viewport is a blur of green and gray.
“Any idea where we are?” He asks