Saga Diary of Early Alliance member #23 - Jobin Mothma (Mothma, Bail , OC's) for Dear Diary Challenge

Title: Diary of Early Alliance Member #23 - Jobin Mothma
Characters: Jobin Mothma-Armell, Mon Mothma, Bail Organa, OC's
Time Frame: a few days before ROTS and eventually to pre ESB (hopefully)
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.
Summary: The son of Mon Mothma watches his mother try to resurrect democracy, and learns secrets that Chief Cal Omas wants to keep under wraps forty years afterward.
Notes: I wrote this for the Dear Diary 2007 Challenge. I actually sort of bent the rules of the challenge. It was said that it should be an OC but this isn't exactly an OC. He is actually a character on I found on the Wookieepedia. I have not actually read anyone's interpretation, so I basically used what little I know about him and created a personality.

If you've looked on my profile you probably know I'm a newbie, but don't worry, I've written plenty of bad fic in other fandoms. Over Christmas I curled up and wrote a bad crossover, just to get it out of my system. I assure you it will never see the light of day. Hopefully all the bad!fic is out of my system, but I know I have a lot of other areas to improve in. I figure I'll never get better unless I dive right in. So here it is.

THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN ARCHIVED BY THE GALATIC ALLIANCE HISTORICAL DEPARTMENT. SOME ENTRIES ARE AUTHORIZED.


Dear Diary,

Today I have decided to start a diary with the firm purpose of organizing my thoughts and being more in touch with my feelings. That sounds weird doesn?t it? I suppose this journal keeping stuff gets some getting used too. I probably sound like an idiot ? I mean I?m talking to myself. So umm? Okay. Why don?t I start out properly. I?m Jobin Mothma-Armell. I live in the city of Hanna on the world of Chandrila.

I suppose I should now tell you my life story in short. My grandmother, Tanis Mothma, was once the governor of Chandrila and my grandfather, Adolph Mothma, was an arbiter-general in the Republic Military. My mother is their only child. My father was born in a small village to no sort of prominence. He is now self-made businessman who started ChandrilTech. They married when Mother was only eighteen and my father was well - at least twenty-five years older. I was born about a year later. When I was two years old, Mom was elected to represent the Bormea Sector in the Galactic Senate on Coruscant. Many were surprised that she would take a position so far away if she had a young child but I am told by my maid, Nellie, that she is just that kind of woman ? fierce, independent, and dedicated to keeping sanity in democracy. I don?t feel abandoned by her at all, we write to each other every week and often talk over the holo. She always comes back after breaks in the Senate. Ultimately, I have come to enjoy the time I have with her rather than missing her and begging her to be home more.

I suppose that?s more of my parents have done, but I?m only ten and a half after all. I now go The Hanna School for Young Men in the downtown area of the city. There I am drawn to the more intellectual group. I have no interest in sports, mostly because I am too gawky and awkward to play them myself. I enjoy reading books of myths and fairy tales. Currently, a book of Alderaanian fairy tales has occupied my time. Viceroy/ Senator Bail Organa gave it to me. I have never met him, but he is a good friend of my mother?s, and apparently among diplomats it is considered to be polite to give their allies? close family presents for special occasions.

Today news broke that a great space battle was going on above Coruscant. I confess that was positively antsy during school to find out the details ? especially when I found out that The Negotiator and The Hero With No Fear (both capitalized because of their awesomeness) might be involved. This might have made my teachers think that I was concerned for my mother, which is not the case seeing as she is safe on the ground ? arguing with the bureaucrats no doubt. Many of my teachers pulled me aside and gave me their assurances that my mother was safe. I cheerfully agreed with them but I ti

 

Wow, that was great. It was heart-breaking to hear Jobin talk about how scared he was for his mother, and to see his mixture of little boy (talking about Anakin and Obi Wan and how cool they are) and grown-up (talking about his family). Wonderful job!

 

You've created a wonderful OC here! Please PM me with updates!

 

Very nice beginning.

I liked Jobin's optimism that his mother would be okay despite the danger she is in.

And his interest in the battle was quite typical!

Looking forward to more

 

Awww... Thanks you guys! It' means so much that you read, like it, then told me so.

DancesWithBlasters - I'm glad you didn't think he was too mature. In my original draft he was twelve but then I realized that Mon Mothma would've been 17 when he was born, so I obviously had to lower his age.

VaderLVR64 - He's not exactly an OC but thanks. He was just kind of a little character mentioned in an issue of the insider. I just found him on the wookieepedia. I suppose I sort of took his name and made a personality.

KELIA - The whole fascination with battle and war is something that I'm going to really expand on, especially when he meats Bail Organa. I'm glad you thought the beginning was strong.

PM List:
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Thanks again you guys!

 

I didn't know that Mon Mothma had a son. I think it will be interesting to see the effects of her activism on her family.

 

Looks Cool!

Do you mind PMing me with update?

 

Wow! Five reviewers! It's great to know people are reading this. I've just got over the week from hell and haven't been able to post. But after this I'll have a new update up ASAP.

slow_dawn - I really didn't know either. I wanted to write a story about The Alliance High Command, so the first step for me was finding out everything I could about it?s leader. I never envisioned this as her son?s diary, but after seeing the dear diary challenge I realized it was a perfect vessel for the story, and a reason to bring it up forty years later in the legacy era. Thanks for reviewing.

G__Anakin ? Thanks! I added you to my PM list.

 

AN: Well here it is.

Dear Diary,

Last night I was plagued with dreams of death and destruction. Somehow it did not feel eminent, but I couldn?t shake the feeling it was approaching, like a storm in the distance. When I awoke the news was not much better. There was a battle going on around 500 Republica, where Mom lives, not to mention the Separatist invasion of the planet.

So, logically it is very probable that my mother is wounded or worse dead. But somehow in my gut, in my heart of hearts, I know she is safe. It has occurred to me that I may have an overly optimistic gut, but what is the alternative? That she is dead? That I will soon walk behind her casket in procession? This is unthinkable! I must remain optimistic for my own sanity, if nothing else.

Despite this attitude, the day was hell! Father and Nellie offered to let me stay at home to wait for news, but I refused. Usually missing school needlessly is a bad idea, if you wanted to keep your grades up that is. When I got into my homeroom everyone was there. Every single person! I wasn?t late either. I was early! Then they all came up to me and recited these ridiculously planned speeches giving me their support and condolences. I talked to them all cheerfully, telling them that I wasn?t too worried about my mother. The teacher gave me a hug and told me if I needed to cry it was okay. Cry? I don?t cry ? often. Only when I am particularly moved by an artistic peace or the travesties of the galaxy do I cry. My mother getting to watch a cool space battle first hand is not a situation to cry about.

It took me an hour or so to catch on to the fact that they had held a meeting before school on how to behave around me. I am outraged. Why do I need to be treated differently just because my mother happens to be on a war torn planet? I think they are taking this harder than I am. Maybe they should just have a good cry. No one would talk to me all day. I was pretty miserable.

I actually spent most of the day trying to figure out why they were acting like that, when it hit me. It?s the planetary persona! Everyone on this planet is slightly afraid to travel and actually get involved with what?s going on in the galaxy. They like to argue about it, as long as they?re very far away from it. When anyone actually does go away and somehow get involved in a war, everyone freaks out, thinking they?re going to die.

The day went from bad to worse when I got home. My father was sitting at the kitchen table on the holo. I had to do a double take to make sure my eyes weren?t playing tricks on me. He had never been home early ? ever! The conversation ended soon after I arrived and I immediately asked what he was doing home so early. He looked at me very seriously and said, ?Jobin, you ought to know that because of the battle around 500 Republica and the Senate building it is very probable that your mother is dead. I?m just getting a head start on the funeral arrangements.?

Ouch. I cannot believe he said that to me. There is no proof that she?s dead and my dad?s planning a funeral. It occurred to me briefly that he was joking, but my father is a somber, humorless man. I just gave him that what-in-the-nine-Corellian-hells-are-you-on look and left the room. What is up with him? He is such a Chandrilan! I know he?s never approved of Mom living on Coruscant, but thinking that?s she?s dead just because she?s near a conflict is ridiculous! I?m so mad at him now. I need to vent.


I hate the way he talks. He just drones on like he?s reading a phone book. I also hate how he?s so ?in harmony with nature.? How stupid is that! Flowers and plants are so boring! All they do is give me allergies. I?m seriously allergic to every flower native to Chandrila and still he insists that we eat outside every weekend. It?s like he?s trying to make me miserable. I don?t see what Mom sees in him in times like this! He?s planning her funeral for force?s sake!

That made me feel a little better. Sort of. I think I better go back to my book. Fair thee well Mother and all!

 

Great Chapter

 

A wonderful update!

I hate the way he talks. He just drones on like he?s reading a phone book. I also hate how he?s so ?in harmony with nature.? How stupid is that! Flowers and plants are so boring! All they do is give me allergies. I?m seriously allergic to every flower native to Chandrila and still he insists that we eat outside every weekend. It?s like he?s trying to make me miserable. I don?t see what Mom sees in him in times like this! He?s planning her funeral for force?s sake!

That made me feel a little better. Sort of. I think I better go back to my book. Fair thee well Mother and all!

 

Sorry I didn't review before! I still love this story, and if you're doing a PM list, I'd link to be on it! Anyway, I really feel for Jobin, and how he's really worried for his mother, but doesn't want to admit it, and in some sense doesn't even grasp it all.

 

I really admire Jobin's optimism.

How could everyone else give up so easily?

Wonderful update

 

Hey you guys! Thanks so much for reviewing!

KELIA: Yes, I've studied Chandrila extensively (by that I mean read about it in the Essential Guide to Planets and Moons) and made an educated guess on the nation persona, if you will, but I'll get to that in the next chapter.

Danceswithblasters: Yes, Jobin is a little bit oblivious to it all. He's very young now but this is going to be sped up a lot. He?s going to grow up very fast. I'll add you to my PM list. By the way, you have a really cool username. I'm sorry if I told you before, but I think it's really awesome.

VADERLVR64: Thanks, I glad you found some of emotionally provoking.

G__Anakin: Thanks!

New chapter will be up ASAP! I'm thinking of changing the name to this. The title is redicuously long. My working titles for this peice was "The Sweetest Things" and "In a Leader's Shadow", but neithir of them seem to fit anymore. The first is when it was going to written very Dracula-ish and the second is the draft where Jobin hated his mother. I'm leaning towards changing it to "The Sweetest Things", but I'm open to other suggestions.

 

Dear Diary,

You?ll be very happy to know that I was right and my father was wrong. Mother is alive and well. What a story she had to tell! I suppose it?s not the most exciting story ever, but it?s more action than most senators see.

She and Bail Organa (the one who gave me the book of fairy tales I have been absorbed in) were evacuating the Apartment Complex, 500 Republica. They meet up with the Amidala of Naboo. Then all three of them met Jedi Masters Shaak Ti and Stass Allie who had come to guard Chancellor Palpatine. Organa, Mother, and Amidala borrowed Master Allie?s speeder to go to a republic bomb shelter. Senator Organa piloted, which doesn?t surprise me seeing as Mom?s driving skills are well ? interesting.

The speeder was attacked by vulture droids and they were forced to make crash landing in an abandoned public plaza. Senator Amidala fainted, but other than that everyone was okay. Then vulture droids attacked them again, and everyone but Mom found a weapon to draw them where the Republic gunships could attack them. Then they escaped to a public mall where they watched the battle on the holonet.

Yeah that made is sound so unexciting, but compared to what I was doing at the time, it was very eventful. Even though Bail Organa was very cool about it, Mom said that she felt very out of her element. She was never I soldier type, much to my grandfather?s disappointment. He?s one hundred percent soldier and everyone knows it. He got the nickname ?Fiery Red Mothma? while in the military. The strange thing is that he was supposedly widely known as this, but I only found out it history class ? which is where I get most of my knowledge of family history anyway.

But, Diary, I feel kinda bad about something I said to Mom. I was so excited to here from her, I let it slip that Father was planning her funeral. She laughed like it was a joke, but we both knew I was serious. I could tell that didn?t sit well with her. I now realize that that was something I shouldn?t have repeated. I wish I hadn?t upset her.

Then I called Grandma Tanis, and after she told me how so many neighbors and government officials would send her condolence cards after Grandpa was involved in a minor skirmish and wasn?t immediately accounted for, I told her too. She thought I was joking at first, but then sensed I was serious. This seemed to upset her, but she hid it well.

Apparently it?s okay for all of Chandrila to think your dead as long as your spouse doesn?t start planning your funeral. So that?s basically how I upset both my mother and grandmother in under four hours. It?s been a banner day. I really should learn to be more tactful.

In other news, something else has been brought to my attention. Apparently, many higher ups are scouting me out as a potential representative for the Legislative Youth Program, which is a mock Senate for children. Many planets don?t give the program much attention but it is very important on Chandrila. It is one of the few worlds that actually elect, not appoint, their Junior Senators. They only allow those seriously considering becoming a real Senator to run.

When I was eight I was posed to run for office and win, but Father said he didn?t want me committed to politics so young. I?m not angry at him though. Well not as much as I used to be. This time I really want to run. I?m not interested in whatever Father does ? sensors or something like that. I really want to do this!

So I suppose that?s all that?s been going on for now. Cross your fingers and hope Father will let me run for office!

 

I love Jobin so much! I just want to go and hug him! I love how he describes his mother's piloting. Hee hee! Mon Mothma, the woman you don't want behind the wheel! *Grins*

And thank you for the compliment! I took a while to come up with this. By the way, I love your icon, and this story, of course.

 

Another wonderful update! I love your OCs.

 

Please tell me you're going to update! Please?