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[softlypossessive]

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Lead By Example 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Trafalgar Law x gn!reader (pre-relationship) ♡ Warnings: Snarky/dark-humored reader, kusarigama-wielder (no fight scenes here, reader just carries it around), quiet emotional intimacy, late-night tension, mutual insomnia, mutual pining, heavy banter, dimly lit library vibes, slow burn energy ♡ WC: ~2k ♡ Notes: I didn’t want to default to the usual sunshine-soft pairing Law often gets (as much as I love that dynamic), so I tried something with a sharper edge. This reader’s a little more serious, kind of snarky, and carries a kusarigama like it’s part of their spine—but I still wanted it to feel like a reader insert rather than a full OC. I’m not always confident with banter writing, so fingers crossed it flows okay. It ended up more tender than I expected, but honestly? I think Law needed that.

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The Polar Tang’s library was a cramped little haven carved into the submarine’s steel skeleton, a rare pocket of quiet at 1:00 AM when the crew was dead to the world. 

No creaking wood here—just the low hum of machinery thrumming through the hull, the occasional metallic groan as pressure shifted outside, and the faint clank of pipes settling. 

A single lantern dangled from a bolted bracket, its amber glow washing over shelves stuffed with medical texts, charts, and a few battered novels Bepo probably smuggled in. The air was thick with the scent of old paper, rust, and that sharp tang of recycled oxygen. 

You’d claimed a rickety chair hours ago, one leg kicked up on a crate, your kusarigama hooked at your hip—chain coiled tight, sickle gleaming like a promise of trouble. 

You were slogging through a medical journal on regenerative cell theory, eyes glazing over, when you felt him before you saw him.

Soft boots on metal, a shift in the stale air, that heavy presence Trafalgar D. Law hauled around like a loaded gun. 

You didn’t look up. 

“Late night again, huh?” he said, voice rough, scraped raw from too little sleep and too much coffee. 

You flicked a page, smirking. 

“Look who’s talking, Captain. You stalking me now?” He stepped closer, boots scuffing the deck. 

“Noticed you weren’t in your bunk,” he shot back, dry as bone. 

“What, you doing bed checks?” you said, finally glancing up, brow arched. 

“Keeping tabs on my crew,” he corrected, sharp and fast, like he’d been waiting for that jab.

He loomed there, framed by the hatchway, all loose black sweats and an unzipped hoodie, no shirt—tattoos stark against lean muscle, shadows cutting across his collarbone. His hair was a disaster, dark strands jutting out like he’d wrestled with it and lost, and those gray eyes, rimmed in exhaustion, pinned you with that infuriating mix of menace and calm. 

“Can’t sleep either, I take it?” you said, leaning back, letting your kusarigama’s chain clink against your thigh. 

“Obviously,” he muttered, crossing his arms. 

You nodded at the chair across from you, its faded upholstery patched with mismatched thread 

“Sit, then. I won’t rat you out.” He eyed it, then you, before dropping into it with a grunt, legs sprawling like he owned the damn place.

The lantern swayed faintly, light bouncing off the riveted walls. You went back to your book, pretending to read. 

“You’re gonna crash if you keep this up,” you said, casual but pointed, eyes on the page. 

“Funny, I was about to say the same to you,” he fired back, voice dripping with that smug edge he wielded like a blade. 

You snorted, flipping a page you hadn’t even skimmed. 

“I’m not the one holding this crew together. You go down, we’re fucked. Lead by example, Captain.” 

The hum of the sub filled the silence, a low drone underscoring the weight of your words. He didn’t bite back right away, just let it hang.

“You think they’d follow me that far?” he asked after a beat, quieter, like he was testing you. 

You met his stare, gray clashing with yours in the dim glow. 

“Think? No. I know they would. I would.” His eyes narrowed, searching your face—maybe for bullshit, maybe for something else. 

The silence stretched, thick with the clank of a distant pipe and the faint buzz of the lantern’s filament. 

He shifted, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. 

“That’s a hell of a bet,” he said, voice low, dry. 

“Not a bet if it’s a sure thing,” you countered, smirking just enough to rile him.

He huffed—a ghost of a laugh—and you caught the flicker of it in his eyes before he masked it. You closed the book with a snap, tossing it onto the crate. 

“Medical alchemy crap. Boring as shit,” you said, stretching your arms until your shoulders popped, kusarigama swaying at your hip. 

His gaze tracked the motion, lingering on the weapon’s glint, then up to your face. 

“You’re still reading it,” he pointed out, deadpan. 

“Masochism’s my specialty,” you shot back, grinning. 

“Explains why you’re still awake talking to me,” he said, and there it was—banter with teeth, sharp enough to cut.

You stood, pacing the tight space, the chain of your kusarigama rattling against your leg. 

“You’re one to talk, caffeine fiend. Those bags under your eyes got bags.” 

He leaned back, arms crossed, watching you move. 

“And you’re a ray of sunshine, huh?” 

“Only when I’m annoying you,” you said, stopping to lean against a shelf, facing him. 

“Which is always,” he muttered, but his lips twitched, betraying him. 

“Good. Keeps you sharp,” you said, tapping the sickle’s handle at your hip. 

He didn’t argue, just kept staring, like he was peeling you apart layer by layer.

“You don’t have to play lone wolf all the time,” you said, softer now, cutting through the snark. 

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. 

“That a suggestion or an order?” 

“Take it how you want, Law. Just saying—you matter more than you think.” 

The words landed heavier than you meant, and his jaw tightened, just a flicker, before he smoothed it over. 

“You’re full of shit,” he said, but there was no venom in it—more like he was testing how far you’d push. 

“And you’re a stubborn asshole,” you replied, stepping closer, close enough that the lantern threw your shadow over him. 

“Rest sometime, yeah? Don’t make me chain you to your bunk.”

He smirked, faint but real. 

“You’d like that too much.” 

“Maybe,” you said, matching his grin, then turned for the hatch. 

“Night, Captain.” 

“Night,” he called after you, voice lingering as you slipped out, the metal clang of the hatch shutting behind you.

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Law stayed put, slouched in that shitty chair, staring at the spot you’d been. The library felt colder now. Urgh, what a load of crap. 

He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling hard. You’d gotten under his skin, and he hated it—hated how your words stuck, how that damn kusarigama of yours glinted like it was mocking him every time you moved. 

He’d noticed it again tonight, hooked at your hip like an extension of you, all fluid menace and style. 

He didn’t touch it—wouldn’t, not when it was yours—but he’d thought about it, the weight of it, the way you swung it like breathing. Fuck, he was losing it.

He stood, pacing the tight space, boots scuffing the deck. 

The sub groaned, metal flexing under pressure, a reminder of where they were—trapped in this steel coffin, chasing a fight they might not win. 

Lead by example. 

What a joke. 

He wasn’t some shining beacon. He was a bastard with a plan and a crew dumb enough to follow it. But you’d said it like you meant it, like you’d seen something he hadn’t. 

He stopped, leaning against the desk, staring at the hatch. 

You’d left, but he could still feel you—the weight of your stare, that smart-ass mouth. He muttered a curse, low and vicious, and sank back into the chair. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not tonight.

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You were back in your bunk, sprawled out, kusarigama propped against the wall within arm’s reach—never out of sight, never left behind. 

The room was a steel box, bare except for a locker and a porthole showing nothing but black water. The sub’s hum vibrated through the mattress, steady, relentless. 

You couldn’t shake him—Law’s tired eyes, that half-smirk when you’d pushed his buttons, the way he’d gone quiet when you’d said he mattered. 

Asshole. 

Why’d he have to look at you like that, all guarded and raw, like he didn’t know what to do with you?

You rolled over, glaring at the ceiling. 

You weren’t some lovesick idiot. 

He was your captain, a cold-blooded prick who’d cut out his own heart if it got in his way. But you’d follow him into hell, and that’s what pissed you off most—not the loyalty, but how it twisted something deeper, made you notice dumb shit like the ink on his skin, the way his voice dropped when he was too tired to hide. 

You punched the pillow, muttering, “Fuck off, Law,” to the empty room, and shut your eyes.

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Next night, you were in the library again. Same lantern, same chair, different book—surgical logs, bloodier and less bullshit than the last. The hatch creaked, and there he was, same sweats, same hoodie, same shirtless crap that made your pulse kick despite yourself. 

“You’re predictable,” he said, dropping into the chair across from you. 

“Says the guy who keeps showing up,” you shot back, not looking up. 

“Touché,” he muttered, slouching like he was daring the chair to break.

“Still can’t sleep?” you asked, flipping a page. 

“Still nosy?” he countered, voice dry.

 You smirked. 

“It’s my job to keep you honest.” 

“You’re shit at it,” he said, but there was a spark in his eyes, a challenge. 

“And you’re shit at resting,” you fired back, closing the book. “We’re a pair.” 

He snorted, leaning forward. 

“A pair of what?” 

“Idiots, apparently,” you said, standing, kusarigama clinking as you moved. 

His gaze flicked to it, then back to you. 

“You ever put that thing down?” 

“Not when I might need to whip your ass into shape,” you said, grinning.

He stood too, stepping closer, cutting the space between you. 

“Keep dreaming,” he said, voice low, teasing. 

“You’re the one who can’t stay away,” you replied, holding his stare. 

The hum of the sub faded, the air tightening. 

“Maybe I like the view,” he said, and it wasn’t just banter anymore. 

You laughed, sharp and quick, breaking it. 

“Smooth, Captain.” 

“I try,” he said, smirking, and you both let it drop, the tension simmering but unspoken.

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The third night, he found you on deck instead. 

The library had felt too small, too warm, so you’d taken your brooding outside, leaning against the railing with the sea stretching endless and black around you. 

The air was cool, salted, the stars sharp overhead. Your kusarigama dangled from your hand, chain swaying with the ship’s motion. 

Law appeared beside you, silent as a shadow, hands in his pockets. 

“Not the library,” he said, voice rough from disuse. 

“Change of pace,” you replied, not looking at him.

He leaned against the railing too, close enough that your shoulders nearly touched. The wind tugged at his hair, his hoodie, and you caught the faint scent of him—ink, antiseptic, something sharper underneath. 

“You’re predictable,” he said after a while. 

“Says the guy who shows up every night,” you countered, twirling the sickle absently. 

He didn’t laugh, but his silence felt amused. You stood there together, the sea lapping at the hull, the quiet stretching long and easy.

“You ever stop?” he asked eventually, voice low, serious. 

“Stop what?” 

“Worrying about me.” 

You glanced at him, his profile sharp against the night sky. 

“You ever stop giving me reasons to?” 

He didn’t answer, just looked out at the water, jaw tight. 

You sighed, letting the kusarigama’s chain clink against the railing. 

“You’re a stubborn bastard, Law.” 

“Takes one to know one,” he said, and this time he turned, meeting your eyes.

The space between you shrank, not physically but in every other way, the air humming with something unspoken. 

You could’ve pushed, could’ve said more, but you didn’t. Instead, you bumped his shoulder with yours, light, deliberate. 

“Lead by example,” you murmured.

He didn’t reply, but his hand brushed yours on the railing, fleeting, intentional. 

And for once, he didn’t pull away. 

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[the-d0wned-drag0n]

day 2 of 10 years of rtte week!!! written for the prompts "“Where Hiccup Goes, We Go” + Dragon Riders"

“Where Hiccup goes, we go,” Astrid says, jabbing an accusatory finger at Viggo through the bars. They’ve failed this raid, and failed it badly at that. Ruffnut and Astrid are in one cell; Hiccup, and Tuffnut are in the other. She can just see Stormfly, and her Barf and Belch; Toothless, however, is missing.

Viggo only laughs in response. “That’s not your decision to make, I’m afraid.” There’s a trimphant spark in his eye. “But it is yours, my dear,” he says, turning to face Hiccup.

“Yeah, I’ll stay right here, thanks.”

“Oh? Well, if you’d rather be separated from your Night Fury, I suppose—“

“No.”

Viggo’s not finished the sentence before Hiccup interrupts, with a note of genuine ire in his voice. He’s slow to anger, and terrible to tease for that reason, but Viggo gets under his skin in a way that Ruffnut reluctantly admires. It’s probably because he’s actually evil, and Hiccup needs to be literally free-falling off a dragon at least once a day to feel alive and fulfilled, and this is that but metaphorically. Something about trust and danger and the cold waves crashing against the hull of the ship.

(It’s probably why he’s stopped looking at Astrid like he did when they were kids.)

So Hiccup leaves. Viggo takes him out of the cell, personally, and handcuffs him, but doesn’t strongarm him; Hiccup follows peaceably and obediently, because Toothless is the most important person in the world to him, and Viggo Grimborn might be second, so even though he’s not happy about leaving them, he’s content.

He never tells them how he’s treated when he’s over there.

Astrid thinks he’s getting tortured, which Hiccup has implied is true—Tuffnut made a joke about testing poisons on him; and Hiccup laughed awkwardly in that way he does when he might be hiding something, and then vehemently denied it in a way that makes it clear he’s hiding something. Fishlegs… Fishlegs started crying the last time it was brought up. Ruffnut isn’t sure what he thinks, but it’s probably nothing good.

She thinks that she and Snotlout are probably the only ones who don’t think anything of the sort, though whether Snotlout is just saying that to get a rise or not is up for debate.

Everyone shut her down when she said they were having a romantic rendez-vous every time they got captured, but she’s pretty sure those poisons they’re testing are just varieties of wine. One day they’ll believe her. They’ll all be sorry then when Viggo’s co-chief of Berk and Hiccup is co-chief of the reformed Hunters.

But it should be said that if Viggo didn’t have Toothless in his grasp, Hiccup would be right here with them. He’s no traitor, of that she’s sure, and he loves dragons more than the rest of them combined. If tomorrow he could wake up as a dragon and never set foot on solid ground again, he’d take it.

Toothless is the key player in this matchup. Viggo would probably make some comment about Maces and Talons, but Ruffnut doesn’t know the rules. The only strategy game she plays is a silly one called Chess she and Tuff invented when they were kids.

What’s important here is that Toothless and Hiccup are functionally the same person (do not separate) and Hiccup is easier to win over and Toothless is easier to capture (as weird as it sounds that a Night Fury, a demi-god of a dragon, is easier to capture than a teenager). Hiccup sleeps best when he’s curled up against Toothless. Even when Toothless decides to sleep like a bat, Ruffnut has seen Hiccup sink into his hold comfortably. Either he’s the best actor in the world, or that genuinely counts as a night of good sleep for him.

So Hiccup is off, chasing his soulmate wherever Viggo leads him; and Ruffnut suspects that will be into the captain’s quarters of his flagship for dinner, wine, and a game. But it’s probably impolitic to bring up right now, and they do need to blow this ship up at some point, so she puts the issue out of her mind for the moment and gets to strategising.

[skeletondeerart]

Sacred Waters, Sacred Hearts Chapter 3

A Male OC! Metkayina x Fem Human! Reader | Word Count: 2810

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A/N : Both Rukan and reader are in their mid 20's

TW: Injury (broken bones), storms/cyclones

" " = direct speech | ' ' = Metkayina sign language | Bold = English

I toss and turn in my bunk sleep evading me, eyes staring at the metal ceiling as the violent wind gusts and caws of birds make me uneasy, the creaking and groaning of the pod reverberating through my skull, I huff and sit upright, sheets pooling at my hips and I shuffle my bare feet off the edge of the bed. I take my tablet from the nightstand and pull up the storm radar only to see SIGNAL LOST. Damn it, a branch must have knocked the dish. I stretch as I put on my mask, open the roof hatch and climb up the ladder to the roof. The airlock alarm blares as I emerge and clamber onto the roof. My stance is wide as I shuffle across the slippery surface bracing against the heavy winds. The rain started to patter as I saw a palm frond had fallen on the dish. I re-adjusted the antenna and reconnected it, the map reconfiguring until a black mass appeared a few miles offshore.

Oh, Shit- a colossal storm cell is heading straight towards me. I frantically climb back down the hatch before activating the heavy-duty storm shutters and covering fragile equipment with thick blankets. I can only pray the pod stands a weather test, this was by far the most intense storm I had seen on Pandora. As the storm approaches deafening winds cause the room to sway and items to slide from the shelves, glass shattering everywhere as jars of organic matter spill out. I clamber under my desk covering my body in another thick blanket, I stare helplessly as the windows rattle. A loud bang rings out as I scream; various alarms blare out as the walls are compromised by debris, I clamp my hands over my ears and hold my mask desperately to my face as I watch in horror as one of the walls caves under a fallen tree. Rain poured through the gaping hole in the hull, waves crashing and sending icy water spilling over my feet. Panic gripped me, blinding and overwhelming, as debris flew in from the breach with each storm surge. A sharp crack echoed through the vessel as another branch let go. I tried to shield myself but it was for naught, in an instant darkness swallowed me the world fading into nothingness.

POV Rukan

When I saw the storm gathering on the horizon, my thoughts drifted back to her—despite myself. I couldn’t shake the worry that tugged at me, though I couldn’t understand why. She was only a tawtute, a sky person, I had no obligation to protect her. The tawtute was nothing like the stories, she was... vulnerable. Harmless. I couldn't imagine such a creature being involved in such destruction...

Whenever I think of her, I’m left uneasy, unable to untangle the truth from my instincts. She should mean nothing to me, a passing ripple in a vast sea. But instead, her presence lingers, constant and consuming. I don’t understand it. She brings only confusion and questions that leave me restless and torn. I have lived by the traditions of my people, seeing the tawtute as enemies. So why, with her, do I feel something that defies everything I thought I knew?

The skimwing roared as it glided over the churning waters, waves doubling in height and crashing down, diving periodically against the tide and coming up for a breath, my eyes gazed towards the belly of the storm, ominous clouds spiralled, rumbles of lightning and vicious winds whipped hair into my face. I raise my arm to shield my face from the onslaught of rain and diving back down hightailing it trying to get to her before the worst of it hits. Even the best of the Metkayina swimmers would have trouble in this storm. Rounding the bend my gaze fell onto the shore, my heart constricted in my chest as I witnessed the carnage. Large branches of the mangrove tree had collapsed on her metal marui, belongings scattered along the beach and alarms rang out, my ears folded back at the shrill sounds as I called out.

“TAWTUTE!” I yell out over the raging winds. I sensed no movement, maybe she had already abandoned her post? But I had an inkling that she was still here. I untangle my queue from the skimwing as it quickly rushes away underwater. 

My feet batter the sand as I run up to the metal marui looking for a way in. I clamber over foreign machines, I hauled the branch out of the way and crawled through the gap in the hull, bending my large frame inwards to search for her or just a corpse.

My eyes soon fell on a hand sticking out from under a pile of debris. I grappled through it, hissing as glass sliced my palm. A muffled cough was heard as I pulled the thick blanket from her head. I prepare to pull her out but her hand darts out and clasps my forearm harshly, I stumble confused. I was saving her, wasn’t I? She stays silent, in shock perhaps and her gaze trails down her body settling on her leg – correction, her broken leg. Twisted crudely, her skin discoloured from blunt trauma, she lay helplessly like a newborn. I groan as I tug one of my netting arm braces off and secure it around the limb. She cried as I tried to be gentle but had to limit the bones' movement. I tore twigs from the fallen branch and slid them on both sides of her calf as a makeshift brace. I was no medic, but it was sufficient in these circumstances.

The brunt of the storm was fast approaching, so I had to get her out of there. I deliberated my choices: staying on the shore was fatal, and taking her to the village would be hopeless. I was only left with finding shelter and waiting out the storm. An underwater pocket would be safe from predators and deep enough to avoid the storm, but it wasn't like I couldn’t protect her. I remember a pocket a couple of kilometres out that would be sufficient for the night before she could get better medical treatment. Surely she was still in contact with the Omaticaya and could call for aid in the morning.

After pulling her from the wreckage I pulled her into my chest and slipped back out of the gap, ensuring her mask was intact as I stood on the ropes overlooking the reef. It looked grim, dark rolling clouds engulfed the skies and the waves churned fiercely, no sealife was seen, all huddled away in the depth. Much like we are going to be, I glance down and shuffle her in my arms briefly, rolling my shoulders before pencil-diving into the waters.

POV (Y/N)

The chilling waters shock my system from its stupor and I groan as my shattered leg pushes through the currents. Easing into a stroke, Rukan glides effortlessly with the currents, his teal complexion blending perfectly into his surroundings. Worry seeps into my bones as questions arise. I tap his chest and he briefly glances down at me.

‘Where are you taking me.’ I sign. His hands are full as he huffs, bubbles escaping his nose before flicking his head to a cave. My eyes widened, questions left unanswered as he continued to descend. Picking up the pace, his tail propels him with urgency as the currents intensify and the marine plants shrink into themselves. The cave system was pitch black, my only source of light was Rukan’s own bioluminescence. His freckles cast an enchanted glow over his entire body and I couldn’t help my eyes running over his form, I realised my ogling, my face erupted in embarrassment and swiftly turned my head forward. We reach a dead end and before I can express my concerns Rukan suddenly thrusts upward and bursts through the water. I gasp for breath as I blink away the oxygen fatigue and take in the new surroundings. An air pocket full of lush moss and flowering vines. Rukan lifts me onto the stone platform and then pulls himself up. He shakes, rings the water from his hair then pulls out his ponytail, letting his wavy hair cascade down his back and fall to his hips. 

“We will stay the night. Wait for the storm to pass” He states simply sauntering over the vines plucking some berries I've never seen before and tossing me a couple. It was semi-transparent and had a jelly-like consistency. I unseal the bottom portion of my mask and put one in my mouth, it pops suddenly, and a flavour similar to mango coats my tongue. How strange! I wish I had my camera to document this new plant.

“Good right?” Rukan hums settling beside me crossing his outstretched legs and leaning back on his palms. His gaze fell to my leg. “Looks like it hurts.”

“You think?” I deadpan.

“Sorry tawtute, I’m no Tsahik-”

“(Y/N)... please.” I sigh looking off in his general direction. I noticed Rukan fell quiet, I could see the cogs turning in his head, mulling over something…

“You alright over there?” I question, rolling my neck trying to relieve its stiffness. No response. “Rukan?” I urge.

A deep sigh is heard as Rukan refuses to face me. He plays awkwardly with one of his bracelets.

“...We grew up hearing the stories from the Omaticaya that were passed through the clans and preached through the Metkayina merchants and storytellers. They spoke only of the carnage and turmoil the tawtute brought to our world. Recalling tales of agony and the killing of our fellow Navi; our brothers and sisters, and how they took on fake Navi skins to infiltrate our tribes and steal our resources – if that was your only perspective on that species, wouldn’t you also be naive to the few pure-souled ones?” He breathes, shaking his head, staring out at the rippling water.

I sigh remorsefully, hanging my head in shame. “No, forgive me – I know sorry doesn't do your people justice. But I sacrificed everything I had to come to Pandora, to understand your world and if we could learn how to fix ours. The waters of my homeland are polluted beyond recognition. Our reefs have long gone grey and crumbled, and oil and trash clog our waterways – It is shameful that we would bring our wastefulness here. I can’t fathom why we would do this, I’m sorry for the pain my people have caused Rukan...”

Rukan rumbles in reply at a loss of what to say. We sat silently while listening to the drips hitting the stone floor.

“Tell me more… about your home” He prompts. "What was it like before it got sick?” He looks at me through his lashes, his curiosity evident.

I drifted off in thought momentarily as I recalled the crisp sands and curious marine life as a child. “Well, I was only a little girl at the time. My family lived close to the beach with beautiful white rolling dunes, clear waters and cascading rockpools where tiny crabs and other animals liked to live. I recall my father teaching me about the soldier crab. They were sea animals with shells and claws, so tiny they could sit in the palm of my hand. They migrated in droves scuttling across the sands, burying themselves as we walked by and my father made it a game to dig them out of their burrows and chase me with a handful of them.” I laugh thinking about him holding a handful of crabs with a grin on his face, running after child me as I screamed in terror at the droves of tiny pinchers.

Rukan snorts at the thought of a younger me running away from something so tiny. “But they are so small, why were you terrified? Surely they were harmless.”

I laugh “No, no. I was more so running from my father, I thought he was gonna put the crabs in my hair that my mother spent so long braiding…” That made Rukan grin at the thought.

He pipes up “There was a time when I was a child, we heard stories on how the Omaticaya were skilled climbers. I thought climbing trees was going to be easy… I was sorely mistaken. I gloated to my friends that I could climb to the top of the mangroves and harvest their apples. So an overly confident me began scaling the massive roots and I when reached one of the first branches... I looked down and realised how high I was – long story short I started the bawl my eyes out and call for my parents” He sighed with a shake of his head. “I don’t know what I was thinking, we weren’t built for climbing trees. Luckily an Omaticayan merchant had come to the village to trade goods and they kindly came up and carried me back down.” He wrapped up his story flushed with embarrassment. I couldn’t stop grinning at an overly-cocky Metkayina kid stuck high up in a tree with no way to get down, muffling giggles behind my hand.

“It was scary! I was so high!” He complains running his hands down his face and falling on his back dramatically.

“Ok, ok I believe you” I say in jest, trying to empathise with the irritated Metkayina.

“I was grounded for a week for that stunt…” Rukan sighs before his eyes light up “Another funny story was when I was a young teen. Father was teaching me how to throw nets to catch small prey. I insisted that I could throw the huge net all by myself and despite his reservations, he just stood back and let me try. I bundled it up in my arms and tried to fling it onto the water's surface. But I forgot to let go of the net… It snagged on my fin and I got flung into the reef bundled in the net. Father dove in to untangle me and dragged me out by the ear. I wasn't allowed to net fish with him for a while.” Rukan laughs thinking of his father’s horrified face as he got swept up with the net.

“Damn, looks like your parents had their work cut out for them.” 

“They sure did,” Rukan replied with a laugh scratching the nape of his neck.

We spent hours going back and forth with stories about our lives. As we opened up I felt that we had grown closer. During our conversation, we didn’t notice either of us shuffling closer together, knees resting against one another. Soon a yawn escapes me, Rukan looks down at me with a new-found fondness as he follows with a yawn of his own.

“Tired?” He murmurs. I hum in reply as I rubbed my eye with my knuckles. 

I think of what's going to happen tomorrow. My base was torn to bits and the fact I needed proper medical care, there was only one viable solution. “...I’ll call the guys in the morning. I'll stay with the Omaticaya for a while as we get a new pod transported back to the shore and I get treated.” I state. Rukan’s head darts to meet my eyes, exhaustion quickly morphing into shock.

“Wait – when are you coming back?” He urges.

“Not sure, when they deem my leg has recovered, I guess” I groan exhausted. The pain from my leg ebbed in the back of my mind, not wanting to start a drama when all I needed was some shut-eye. “But I need to get checked out, plus it's unsafe here without my pod…”

Rukan purses his lips with a distinctly unimpressed expression. “I can-” but he cuts himself off quickly, shaking his head “...I - I will miss you.”

I looked at him for a split second wondering what he was going to say before replying “You barely know me yet...”

“I want to get to know you”

Silence takes over again but I can’t wipe the faint smile from my lips. I lay down slowly, arms folded behind my head, bones heavy after today's events. Reclining and shutting my eyes I listen to the lapping of the water and Rukan’s light shuffling. My arms are nudged away causing my head to rise. Rukan’s large tail snakes behind my neck, he looks at me with an expression that says to relax so I gingerly lay my head on the wide plane of his tail. Surprisingly comfortable he made no expression of discomfort so I exhaled letting my weary figure fall into a deep slumber.

I didn’t catch the forlorn look on his face, his ears dropped at the prospect of this newfound kinship coming to an abrupt end. 

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Releasing the Wolf - Steel and Starlight

GIF von jjeons

(Jungkook x Reader | Sci-Fi | Action | Enemies to Lovers | Slow Burn | Survival)

A skilled mechanic finds themselves entangled with Jungkook, a dangerously efficient fighter who was meant to be nothing more than cargo. As they navigate threats, their uneasy alliance is tested in ways neither expected. But as they face impossible choices, the question remains—who is truly in control here?

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Steel and Starlight

Wordcount: ~990

(Reader’s POV)

"You’re insane," Hoseok snapped over the comms.

"Do you have a better idea?" you shot back, wiping blood from your face. The Thryxil you’d shot lay twitching at your feet, but its screech had drawn the others.

Heavy footfalls echoed from the corridor. More of them were coming.

"You can’t be serious," Jisoo’s voice crackled.

You were out of time for this argument.

"Listen to me," you said, voice sharp. " Jungkook has had a dozen chances to kill us. He hasn’t. That means either he’s waiting for the right moment, or he doesn’t care enough to bother." You took a breath. "Either way, he’s our best shot at surviving."

A pause.

Then, Namjoon cursed under his breath.

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(Jungkook’s POV)

Jungkook was surprised. Not that it had come to this.

Not the panic. Not the screaming over the intercom. Not the fact that the crew — the ones who had paraded him in chains like they had actually caught him — were now debating whether they needed him to survive.

Not that they were coming for him. That had been inevitable. He had known from the moment they took that distress signal that the crew was out of their depth. They weren’t the worst he’d seen—Namjoon had a sense of control, Taehyung could pilot his way out of a black hole, and Y/N…

No, what did surprise him was the mechanic.

He hadn’t expected her to be the one to figure it out. She had sharp instincts. She noticed things.

Jungkook leaned against the cold brig wall, eyes closed, listening to the conversation playing out over the ship’s comms.

"You think we should just let him out?" Jisoo was saying, voice sharp with fear.

"I think," Y/N shot back, "that we don’t have a lot of options, unless you’d rather let those things tear through the hull and see if vacuum kills us before the infection does first."

Namjoon’s voice was calm, controlled. "Explain."

Jungkook smirked. The captain was cautious, but he wasn’t stupid. He wanted proof before making the call.

And that’s when Y/N said something that made Jungkook’s eyes snap open.

"Remember what happened to Taehyung?"

Silence.

Jungkook shifted, intrigued now.

"What about it?" Namjoon asked carefully.

Y/N took a breath, steady but serious. "The coolant valve failure in the aft section. Taehyung went to check it alone. And guess who was watching through his cell’s security feed?"

Another silence.

Then Jisoo, quieter this time. "No way."

Jungkook’s smirk deepened. Oh. She noticed.

"Taehyung slipped," Y/N continued. "He lost his footing. That section was running on emergency lights, and I was two corridors away. He was alone for twenty, maybe thirty seconds."

Twenty-six, actually.

"And Jungkook was watching the whole time," she finished. "Cuffed, locked up, but watching."

Someone sucked in a breath over the comms.

Y/N wasn’t done.

"He could have let Taehyung fall."

And she was right.

Taehyung had been one slip away from cracking his skull on the deck plating. One slip away from hitting the coolant pipe wrong and flooding the section with toxic gas. Jungkook could have said something.

Or he could have just waited.

Let gravity do the work.

And yet… he hadn’t.

Jungkook had tapped the intercom. Just once. A burst of static.

Enough to snap Taehyung’s focus back. Enough for him to grab the rail before he fell.

"He didn’t warn him outright," Y/N said. "But he made a sound. Just enough for Taehyung to react."

“Motherfucker.” Taehyung crused.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered open.

Interesting.

"He throw something against the intercom I double checked afterwards," Y/N said, voice quieter now. "Just a single sound through the channel—static. Just enough for Taehyung to grab hold of something. And this wasn’t the only time. If he wanted us dead, he wouldn’t waste time playing games."

A sharp laugh threatened to escape Jungkook’s lips. Oh, sweetheart.

It hadn’t been mercy.

It had been boredom.

Maybe he just hadn’t felt like watching Taehyung’s body get scraped off the reactor plating that day.

But she wasn’t wrong.

She had noticed.

Even he hadn’t been aware she was paying that much attention.

"If he wanted us dead," Y/N finished, "we’d already be dead."

A long, heavy pause.

Then, finally—

"Open the cell." You and your Crew had it at least made it back to the brig.

Jungkook heard the soft hiss of the locks disengaging.

He smiled.

For the first time in years, someone had been paying attention.

And for the first time in a long time—

He was curious.

The moment the brig’s lock disengaged, Jungkook moved.

You barely had time to process it. One second, he was sitting there, looking bored. The next, he was on his feet, flexing his wrists, rolling his shoulders. Even with the cuffs still on, he looked dangerous.

"About time," he murmured.

"Spare me the attitude," you said, tossing him a plasma pistol. "You wanna stay alive? Earn it."

He caught the weapon easily, smirking. "Sweetheart, I don’t need to earn anything."

You wanted to punch him. But right now, you had bigger problems.

Something slammed into the cargo bay doors.

"Guess we’ve got company," Jungkook mused, cocking his gun. His violet eyes flicked to you, assessing. "You ready for this?"

You narrowed your eyes. "Are you?"

His grin widened. "Let’s find out."

[dragongirl642]

Davy Jones x female reader (soulmate au) part 2

Author note:

It's been a while but a sequel is here!

Cross-posted on Wattpad.

Part 1

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(Y/n) pov:

Life on the dutchman was getting off to a great start. Can you sense the sarcasm?

I'm cold, tired, narrowly avoiding being constantly drenched by the leaky ceiling, and the food is terrible. I've been here three days and I want to die.

I haven't seen the infamous Davy Jones since my unwelcome boarding of The Dutchman. Sure, I'd seen his shadow on the wall a few times, I don't think he realised I could see him, and I'd heard his footsteps late at night when I was trying to sleep; but he hasn't actually come to talk to me again after the whole soulmate revelation.

Meals are delivered twice a day. A small cup of gruel in the morning and another cup of gruel in the evening. Everything tastes and smells of fish. I'm sick of salt. I'm sick of fish. What would I give for an apple or anything really; that wasn't pulled from the briny blue.

However, there is one ray of light in this perpetual darkness. A hole in the brig wall. I've been keeping an eye out outside.

The second I see land; I'm going to make a break for it.

I've tested the hinges on the cell door, and they were as easy to remove as I expected. Just use a stray board anchored against a bucket and lift and voila.

Right now, the ship was gently rocking as soft rays of sunlight drifted through the hole. Lighting up the cell and filtering through a few remaining shards of glass in the window, casting the coral encrusted walls in vibrant hues pinks and blues and greens. If not for the constant rumble of booted feet above, it's almost peaceful.

The opposite of yesterday's violent ride. I'd been thrown around the cell as the ship bounced and dipped in the waves. I had several bruises from where I'd hit the floor and the bars until I'd been flung back and become trapped on the bench during the storm, by hooks made of coral that twisted and looped around me, like the ship was alive.

Well, moving on. New day, new opportunity.

Warm beams of sunlight stream through the hole in the hull.

I skip over and look outside. The warming rays feel like a blessed balm on my skin, chasing away the bone chilling cold.

Land!

There on the horizon. A dark strip of green and yellow.

A beach? An island? A town? Whatever it is, we are getting closer.

Lady luck must be smiling upon me today. I can hear the shouting of the crew above. My breakfast was delivered about 2 hours ago, so I have a few hours to make my escape without being seen.

First, a disguise. I move to the bench and started kicking the coral. Adding a few more pieces to the pile I had been gathering for days under the bench.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I froze, listening for approaching footsteps. The sounds had come no closer than what I assumed was the end of the corridor. Hearing no more steps, and no tell-tale breathing, I set to work. Ruffling my hair out, I pick up a few pieces of coral and begin to entwine them in half of my hair.

'Uh this will be a pain to remove later.'

Picking up some more coral I hook it in the laces of my boots, snag it onto my clothing and around my belt.

Looking down, I give a wiggle...The coral swayed but didn't fall off.

'Alright, disguise is in place...Now I just need to not die.'

Gripping the vertical bars of the door, I squat low and brace before straightening out my legs. The door lifts and I fall back slightly before lowering it quickly. The clang as it hits the floor is muffled by the crew above. At least I hope it is.

Creeping quickly forward, a glance shows no-one around the cells. I crawl up the stairs and step among the crew, hunching slightly so the coral obscures my face. The monstrous crewmembers spare me no more than a passing glance, the few other human (or still mostly human) newcomers hurriedly dart between the more established crewmembers carrying bundles of rope or cleaning supplies.

The dutchmen is dark, if not for the streams of light pouring through the various cracks in the hold and from the stairs. The shifting of the crew flows around these beams; those cursed to wander the dark veil of death, subconsciously seeking the light.

I look around for the stairs. 'Keep moving like you have a purpose (Y/n), and no-one will question you.'

I weave through the hull until the brightest beam of sunlight guides me to the stairs. Just as I make to ascend, a shadow blots the light and I jump to the side. Backing into the area besides the beams, hiding in their shadow as the hammer-headed crewman descends.

He pauses at the bottom and sniffs the air, head tilting as he looks around confusedly. Searching.

"Oi Maccus!"

He perks up at the call of his name, head snapping towards the piranha-headed crewman calling from the depths of the hold. The cat-o-nine-tails at his belt sways along with the ship, barbed tips stained dark with memories of violence.

I crouch subtly more, hands pressing into the beams at my side as I strive to inch further into the shadows.

The wood vibrates, the beat complicated, unlike the natural shudder's ships make as the waves toss them to-and-fro or the marching tempo of booted feet crossing the deck.

A rhythm...music!

I wonder where it's coming from. But, there's no time for that.

The beat seems to seep into my hands, soulmark tingling in time. I quickly pull my hands away from the boards and look around.

I sigh in relief, as Maccus goes to see what the whip-carrying crewman wants, I scramble around the corner and up the steps.

Head down, eyes darting around, I make my way to the stern.

Scales.

Coral.

Wounds.

Seaweed.

Pearls.

Eyes.

Starfish.

Teeth.

Shells.

In the light, the crew look even more horrifying. No longer hidden in the shadows of the hold or the shade of the night. I keep my eyes down as I grab a bucket sitting near the steps. Lifting it to hide my chest, I slink through the crew.

Looping the deck takes almost an hour.

Blending in with the other deckhands low in the hierarchy, means stopping every few minutes to scrub absentmindedly at the deck or rails.

Just keep your head down and keep looking.

"Oi, watch where you're going."

I stumble back as a shell-encrusted crewman shoves me to the side. I stumble against the railing and fumble with the bucket, almost dropping it.

Shit, did they see anything? Suspect anything?

I throw a glance at their back from under the coral, but they walk away uncaring of the "lowly deckhand" they'd just accosted.

I can't help the sigh that escapes me and quickly pretend to scrub the railing.

Davy Jones Pov:

I find myself crossing the line again.

Stretching my senses through the walls of my ship to check on the woman in the hold.

When we sailed through storms, I made sure she was held safe.

When the cold became too great, I ordered my crew to sail to warmer waters.

Now, I am here again, at the bottom of the steps to the hold. Just a few steps away from turning the corner and standing before the bars.

Every time I so much as have a passing thought of her, the words on my wrist burn and I find myself standing here again. Drinking in this strange feeling of calm emanating from just around the corner. Listening to their even breaths.

'I want to talk to her.'

No sooner had this thought crossed my mind, that the hole in his chest pulsed in mimicry of a distant heartbeat. A surge of rage swells within and I turn to leave.

I step though the Dutchman's wall and emerge in my cabin.

The gleaming keys of the pipe organ glimmer and I find myself drawn to sit and play. As I always am.

A familiar melody fills the air, and my gaze is drawn to the music box. Her gift.

For the first time in years, I stutter over the tune.

The air turns bitter and my soulmark begins to beat, not like a heart, more like a drum. I do something I've never done before; I draw my gaze away from the music box and focus on the keys, not to focus on playing the music box's melody, but to play something new, just to see if I could. With the beat of the bond in my chest and an electrifying spark on my skin, I begin to play.

At first, I test the keys carefully.

A high note here, a low chord there.

Slowly a melody begins to emerge.

Flickering up and down the keys with the unpredictability of flames, accompanied by the steady beat of a blacksmith's hammer at the anvil. Melodies whispering low, then swelling into a crashing crescendo, then drawing back with the unshakeable predictability of the tide.

The pitted surface of the keys, the distant groans of the crew, the creaking of the ship. All begin to fade away as the music fills the air.

The music box is open. I don't remember opening it. The melody

"Calypso."

I don't dare voice the words I wish to accompany her name.

Can I ever be free of you?

A flickering catches my eye, and I look up to see a face reflected in the crusted metal of the organ's pipes.

I hear a sigh. So soft I almost miss it. The tone is relieved, of fear released.

I take a moment to place it before I realise it must be her, in the brig.

I pause. The mark burns again, and I'm suddenly filled with the need to know just what had scared her so.

I stand, clenching my good fist and unable to stop my beard's tentacles writhing as sudden unease grips me.

I almost charge through the walls of the Dutchman, landing heavily outside the brig.

The door lies on the ground, the cell is open and empty.

The cell is empty.

No!

How dare she escape?

Did she leave me?

Where is she?

Conflicting feelings swirl within me; sudden rage at the brazen audacity of the escape, sorrow at the apparent abandonment, and fear...fear that I would never see her again.

These emotions catch me off guard with their strength, but I'm helpless to resist the siren song of their pull.

My soulmark burns and I draw on the strength of the Dutchman and authority as her captain.

Find Her!

(Y/n) Pov:

There isn't a small-boat on this cursed ship.

It makes sense. They never go on land and the ship full of creatures who can breathe underwater wouldn't need a means to escape a sinking ship.

I stop in the shade of the stairs, rubbing my temples to ease the stress headache I can feel building. Crouched under the railing, with the bucket in front of me, so it looks like I'm cleaning the barnacles of the aged wood.

Suddenly there's an unknown pressure. A whisper. Spreading through the crew like a ripple in a pond. Slinking up from the depths of the hold and up onto the deck.

It looms over me, and I fight to catch my breath. Its anger and sorrow clawing at my skull.

Suddenly the ship vibrates as a distant muffled roar-like sound travels up from the hold.

The eyes of the human-looking and distinctly non-human looking crewmen alike all cloud over for a moment, all overtaken by the powerful force seeming to emanate from the very bones of the ship itself.

The crew begin to murmur. Eyes and feelers shifting this way and that.

"Escapee."

"Find the girl."

Oh No!

I quickly slip through the door beside me, wincing as the crew outside begin to shout. The wooden interior is worn and covered in algae like the rest of the ship. Which makes sprinting down the short corridor hazardous. I almost slip down the short stairs at the end, hitting the wall when they twist back on themselves.

There's another door. Heavy and pitted with barnacles, hinges leaking rust. But it opens smoother than I would have thought it would.

There's light. A pale blue light fills the room. Streaming shadows flicker and wave on the ceiling, but there is no pool of water or windows to make these reflections.

The room is a dead end.

A bunk to my left, a chest to my right, and a massive pipe organ dominating the opposite wall. The silver pipes gleam and shimmer and pale bone keys shine bright against the encrusted frame.

I approach the instrument.

Maybe there is a secret lever or a space behind or somewhere I can hide.

Close up, I can make out the pits and scrapes making a pattern of age across many keys, while others are worn smooth; whoever plays this must play the same song a lot.

I reach out and feel around the sides of the organ, before kneeling to look underneath the keys. There's a faded elegance to the organ, and a beauty to the way the coral spirals with the grain of the wood. I knock on the panels below.

Clatter-Clack.

I freeze. Something just fell.

A gentle melody begins to fill the air. I crawl back and something catches on my foot. I awkwardly turn to roll out from under the organ and grab the object.

It's a music box. The sorrowful melody continues to twinkle from the small locket as I pull myself to stand.

My soulmark burns.

"What are ya doing'uh?"

I flinch, almost dropping the locket but I catch myself and instead slam it shut. I spin on the spot and hold the locket behind me like a child caught dipping into the pantry before dinner.

Davy Jones is stood in the centre of the room. Thunder in his eyes and chest heaving like he's run a marathon. He stomps forward to loom over me. "Why are ya here?" and not in the brig.

The music box is freezing in my hands, even as my soulmark continues to throb and burn.

I fish for an excuse, but don't dare step back or lean away. "Um...I..." the reflection of the organ in his eyes catches my attention, "...I heard music..."

The captain's eyebrows (ridges?) raise slightly in surprise.

"It felt nice so I was wondering where it came from." Time to make a gamble. I lean forward slightly, "do you play?"

Something unreadable flashes in his eyes, and his expression darkens.

Oh shit! Subtle shuffling back as the tingle of a bead of sweat drips down my back. This is how I die. I gulp.

Davy Jones' gaze snaps down at the sound before he meets my eye again and steps forward. He circles past me and takes a seat at the organ.

I jump as he starts to play, the air vibrates from the force of the sound coming from the pipe organ. The vibrations from the music reverberate through the deck beneath my feet.

The beat feels familiar.

The vibrations I'd felt earlier, they must have been him.

The music weaves around us, seeping into the wood and coral of the dutchman.

It doesn't look like he will stop anytime soon. I take a hesitant step forward. No movement. I take another, and another, and soon I'm stood beside him.

For a moment, I'm transfixed by the flurry of movement as his hand and beard tentacles fly across the keys. His eyes are closed, brows slightly furrowed.

I know I've never heard this song before, but something about the melody feels familiar. The push and pull of the tide, the steady beat of a hammer on steel, the call of a gull, the crackle of flames.

Something inside me tugs at my heart and the locket is quickly tucked back into its place as I slowly inch closer to the fearsome captain.

There's a space beside him on the seat. If he notices me sit, he doesn't show it.

His eyes are closed, face softened in contemplation. A shadow falls over him from the brim of his hat, outlining the angles and ridges of his face and, when it angles just right, giving me a glimpse of the human face he once bore.

His clawed arm rests on his thigh next to me, the sharp tip resting on the edge of the organ.

I reach a hand forward to rest a finger against the wooden frame of the instrument under the keys; just beside his claw. The vibrations that travel through my hand are soothing.

I can feel the cold brush of his claw against my knuckles. I don't move, either to pull away or place my hand over his arm.

He doesn't move either, just continues playing that hauntingly familiar song.

I close my eyes, taking this moment to rest before I plan my next move.

It sounds like home.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Sanctuary part 2

Chapter 4: The Cell

A/N: May the 4th be with you! I posted this on AO3 a few days ago and forgot to do it here. My brother and I are binging Star Wars movies so I’m doing this at the same time.

Warnings: 18+ Mentions of anxiety, intense feelings, imprisonment, canon violence, more legendary clones popping up, a nightmare, brief mention of blood, some Scorch pov.

Word Count: 4.1k+

Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

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The room was bland. Grey metal walls, no windows, just a bunk, sink, toilet and a hidden shower cubicle you could summon from the wall. As soon as you’d been left alone, your hands had been all over this prison and you found no weaknesses. No gaps between the seamless plates of durasteel, no drafts even came under the completely sealed door. The vent in the ceiling that filtered your air, was too far away and definitely too small to climb through.

You sat in a corner, tucked behind the end of your bunk, between that and the wall. If you closed your eyes you could almost imagine being back on the Marauder, wedged between Gonky and the hull. Except this place smelled clean, too clean. There was no steady breathing from sleeping clones, no gentle hum of the ship as it travelled, all the little things you never knew you relied on for comfort.

Absently you rubbed your chest. Reminding yourself they hadn’t opened you up and inserted a slave transmitter to replace the last one. They wanted you for something else. Your mind had been racing, so many scenarios replayed constantly, but one fact you held onto.

If they wanted you dead, you would be.

The Empire wouldn’t have made such a show of retrieving you only to kill you straight away. No, they would use you up, and then kill you.

Regardless, you wished someone would make an appearance and actually tell you what was going on. All this waiting around was driving you crazy. You attempted meditation but nothing could stop you from over thinking. Your fingers flicked, scraping away the little bits of skin at the edges of your nails, something you had stopped doing because you’d been so busy recently…now all you had was the buzz of anxiety that stopped you from resting.

A single tear leaked from the corner of your eye and you brushed it away. You tried not to think about them, him. The crushing weight of fear and panic, of never seeing them again was waiting to pounce like a beast in the shadows. It dogged every thought, threatening to shroud you with the inky darkness that would pour into your scars until it spilled from you in dark waves.

The door opened with a soft whoosh and you huddled deeper into the corner, waiting for Doctor Hemlock to reappear. Who did come in was completely unexpected.

Tall and gangly, but graceful. The Kaminoan stepped into your room, her large eyes sweeping the room before she found you in the corner. “Hello, SP-25.” Her voice was far more willowy than the Kaminoan Senator and a sense of calm radiated from her. “I am Nala Se. I need to take a sample of your blood.” Sure enough, she produced a blood sample tube, placing it into the driver and clicking it in place. Anxiety surged, skin heated and you recoiled even further into your corner. Tech had said something was in your blood, something that told them what you were. They probably already knew, but logic was just a whisper over the internal screeching you had to swallow down.

Nala Se observed you with those large eyes, her white irises were a ring of brightness in the black of her stare. She cocked her head, a very inhuman gesture, and blinked lazily.

“My name is Stitch,” you grated out. “Why do you want my blood?”

“We need to test it.”

“Why?” You pressed. She moved closer, taking up such a large part of your tiny room. She must be one of the last Kaminoans, but did she leave Kamino willingly before the attack or was she taken as a prisoner?

“It is my job,” she answered. Resting your head on the wall you studied her, noticing the way her gaze held steady on you.

“What if I say no?”

“Doctor Hemlock is not someone you want to anger,” she stated slowly. You mulled over her comment. Hemlock did say if you cooperated you’d be ok, on the other hand you didn’t want them to find out exactly what you could do. Closing your eyes, you once again fought off the urge to cry and scream in her face, damn the consequences.

“I—,” your chest swelled with your breath. It didn’t matter how much you fought this, you had lost. “Ok.” All your movements were stiff, as though your own body was trying to fight you at every turn.

Nala Se gestured to the bed with a sweep of her large hand. She was surprisingly gentle for a being with such awkward looking limbs. The fluid smoothness of her skin felt like nothing you’d experienced before and you watched numbly as the driver clicked, drawing your blood with a hiss. The crimson liquid filled the chamber, disconnecting from your skin and leaving the smallest mark behind.

“Thank you, Stitch.” She went to leave, heading to the door where a trooper was waiting outside.

“What happens to me now?”

Nala Se paused, turning back to face you. “I shall see you tomorrow.” The trooper moved for her, taking a hand off his blaster to activate your door mechanism, his blue visor the last thing you saw before you were sealed away.

“Breathe…” you whispered. Expelling a shuddering breath through quivering lips, you finally allowed some feeling to bleed through the cracks of your soul until you couldn’t stay awake any longer.

You had no idea where you were. Red glowing lights came through the thick mist from unknown sources, bathing the world in the colour of blood. You were in the hideous, starchy clothes you’d been given, the material itched your skin with every movement and the boots pinched your feet.

“Hello?” The word echoed back to you, seeming to travel past you, around you, only to vanish into the depths you couldn’t see.

Bravely, your feet moved, shuffling against the smooth floor. A light bloomed under the sole of your boot and you quickly retreated, waiting for something to happen. The warm glow spread in a large circle, penetrating the weird mist and showing you the room was far larger than what you could see. A smaller ring lit to life in the centre and you gingerly crouched down to brush your fingers over the light.

Nothing was activated. The floor didn’t drop from beneath your feet and the walls didn’t start to close in on you. So you went towards the centre, peering into the mist in the hopes of seeing something or someone else.

A shadow loomed off to the left and you froze. Fear beat in your chest, pulsing in the tips of your fingers as pressure made your throat so tense you could barely swallow. “Hello?” Your whisper didn’t make it past the oddly lit cloud you were in the middle of and nothing else moved. Straightening up, you came to the conclusion you were alone.

So you headed for the shadow.

The machine was bulky. It looked like your tomography machine at the med centre, with a bed for someone to lay down in the centre. Your hand explored the slack restraints with gentle touches, your fingers curling inward at the feel of darkness that bled there. Faint screams buzzed at the back of your mind and you took a step back.

You didn’t like it here.

“I’d like to wake up now.” But telling yourself never helped. Only he could help pull you from these nightmares and you were…light years away from Tech right now.

Hopelessness carved a deep hollow in your chest and tears started to drip down your face. You were living a nightmare both awake and asleep.

A noise had you tensing. Just the breath of material as it fluttered with movement, but you couldn’t pinpoint where it had come from. Tears were forgotten on your cheeks, eyes searching the red glow for a shade that had haunted you for months.

Just as you were about to relax…hands reached from the mist and closed around your throat, choking off your scream into a faint wheeze. A fully cloaked figure materialised, yellow eyes rimmed with blood glowed from the darkness of his hood. He dragged your unwilling body closer, his whispered words scorching the very shell of your ear.

“You will give me what I want, child of the Jedi.”

No…

His chuckle started off low, growing increasingly louder, rebounding around the chamber you were in until it was all you could hear. It filled your mind, crowding over everything until you could take the cranial pressure no more.

You woke with a stifled scream in your mouth. Sweat coated your skin and your muscles shivered with terror. Your breaths were quick and shallow, rasping in the quiet of your cell, accompanying the thunder of your heart.

“Tech,” you sobbed softly. His name did nothing to ease the ache of agony in your chest. You’d give anything to feel his arms close around you, to hear his voice as he whispered everything was going to be ok.

Instead, all you had were tears for company.

Scorch had no idea what to expect when he entered your cell, but he was prepared for a fight. You were scrappy, he could see it in your eyes.

Hemlock had given him orders to test you in certain ways. If you resisted, reasonable force was permitted, that included using the drug concoction attached to his utility belt. Apparently stunning you wasn’t enough.

He marched down the corridor to your room, passing the entrance to the Vault before turning a corner. A commando was stationed outside your door at all times, making a note of anyone that came and went as well as reporting anything unusual.

Scorch had read the reports on you. A long lost prodigy to Jango Fett, apparently. Boba wouldn’t be happy about that, no wonder he’d been the one to bring you in. Chatter had said you didn’t go down without a fight and the boy was furious about it.

No wonder you had arrived in such a state.

His footsteps stopped and he shifted his blaster slightly as your door opened. Scorch was ready for anything you could possibly throw at him; in-fact he wished you created such a fuss he could leave you drugged up in your room and not have to take you to meet Niner. His mouth tugged down behind his helmet when he remembered the laughter that sounded down his com at the mention of babysitting. He was a Commando, the best of the best, ex-Delta squad and all round unbeatable soldier.

Stuck, babysitting some…girl.

The burly clone entered your room, his body tense and ready for a fight. What he didn’t expect was you, wedged in a corner, weeping. It threw him, but not enough to interest him. Maybe this was your newest tactic rather than fighting outright.

“Get up.” He could see you had changed into the body suit and boots that had been provided and you had showered. Good. He wouldn’t have to wait.

You looked up with red rimmed eyes, a flicker of anger crossing your face as you regarded him. Scorch watched you blot the tears away, pulling yourself together to stand up. He clocked the way your fingers grabbed the cuffs, noticing the dried blood around your nails. You glared up at him, eyes shining with held in tears, but behind them he could see what Hemlock had warned him against. The defiance was still there, you might have been complacent for Nala Se, but you had some unspoken issue with the clones at least.

“You’re to come with me.” As he spoke, he blinked to start the recording feed on his HUD, so he was seeing your face twice.

“Where are you taking me?” Your voice was scratchy and raw, emotion filled your words but it did nothing to crack Scorch’s tough exterior. You were a prisoner. A traitor to the Empire, but important all the same.

“Enrichment.” You scoffed and crossed your arms.

“Enrichment? Like a pet?” You asked him, your scathing tone made his eyebrow lift in surprise. “Is it a yard where I get walked around with a chaperone incase I try to dust myself on the energy shields?” His fingers tightened around his dormant blaster. He couldn’t wait for Niner to smack that look off your face. Jango’s hidden child or not, there was no way you had the skills to defeat him hand to hand.

But Hemlock insisted there was more to you than what met the eye and he wanted these tests done.

Scorch moved to the side, gesturing with his blaster. “Move.” He could see the indecision as you warred with yourself. Your eyes never settled on a single place for long and your fingers were sore and ruined. He’d seen such behaviour before, in his brothers and fellow soldiers who had seen too much action.

Your chin lifted, coming to a silent decision. He watched every movement you made, his jaw clenching as you passed him to exit out of your room. Scorch walked a step behind you, using his extra visuals in the visor to keep an eye on you, especially when you dropped behind him with your shorter strides.

The doors to the Vault were closed and Scorch marched past them without faltering, but you paused. He could see you looking at them, your hand half raised like you were trying to touch something he couldn’t see.

Quietly he powered up his blaster, the telltale whine reached the auditory receptors in his helmet and he begrudgingly flicked it to stun. Hemlock was adamant you had to stay alive. For now.

To his surprise you shook your head, walking away from the door to stand next to him at the next set. Absently you raised a finger to your mouth, teeth making short work of the skin there. The doors opened to show the electromagnetic barriers that hummed loudly. He walked confidently forward, the barrier retracted, which you watched with calculating eyes in the red glow.

You stayed close to him, warily watching each barrier and noticing how only one was open at a time. A motion sensor relay activated the barriers, except in a lockdown situation.

He could almost feel your relief when you both emerged out of the other doors, the commandos standing watch, let you both pass without a word. Orders had been issued and they all knew you would be on the move within the compound. Scorch absently watched the chatter in the corner of his screen, everything was running smoothly for now. A ground patrol was returning with nothing to report and his com was thankfully quiet.

This part of the compound was almost a cross road; Scorch drew you to a stop with his blaster in the middle of your chest, so a group of commandos and clone prisoners could pass. Your eyes were wide and you looked slightly more peaky than before. Good, may the might of the Empire forever strike fear into the hearts of those who choose not to conform.

Everyone who was against the Empire was a traitor.

The pair of you finally reached your destination. Scorch opened the door and then stood to the side so you could enter before him. There was a second of hesitation from you, a brief flicker of your eyes in his direction but then you stepped inside. Walking past him without a fight. He was almost disappointed Niner was going to have all the fun. The other clone sat on the other side of the room dressed in his black body suit. His black commando armour was piled up tidily on the floor.

The room was small and sparse, training mats lined the floor with a few empty benches pushed against the walls. There was some equipment on the far side but Scorch had ordered all weapons removed. There was no telling what you were capable of.

Scorch heard your breath catch in your throat when Niner rose to greet you. He registered the way you froze, his display picked up on your elevated heart rate and he could see your eyes were glued to Niner who approached at a steady, but slow pace.

“Vod,” Niner nodded in Scorch’s direction before turning his caramel brown eyes to you. “I’m Niner.” He held out a hand for you to shake but your hands snatched out of his reach and settled behind you.

“Stitch.” Niner nodded, withdrawing his hand and using it to rub the faint stubble that lined his chin.

“Know why you’re here?”

Your back stiffened, a slight glance over your shoulder at Scorch was noticeable and Niner covered his mouth briefly.

“Enrichment, apparently,” you spat.

“Training,” Niner corrected. “It keeps you from going mad in this place.” You frowned, tilting your head slightly.

“Why? Aren’t I a prisoner?”

Niner shrugged his broad shoulders and spread his hands. “Orders,” he said simply. You looked like you were going to argue the point, but then your expression smoothed out and you nodded. Scorch minutely released the tension on his blaster.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with,” he heard you mutter.

“Have you fought hand to hand before?” Niner asked.

“Here and there.” Scorch checked the recording feed on his HUD and gave Niner the barest of nods to continue.

“Your objective in this session is to land a blow on me.”

“Can I take this off?” It took Scorch a second to register you were talking to him. Your hand fisted in the thick grey material that covered your body. “It’s uncomfortable.” Scorch had no idea what to say, but he highly doubted you were willing to fight naked, so he assumed you had something on underneath. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He swung his head round to look at Niner who shrugged as if to say; don’t look at me, vod.

There was a thud when you discarded the top layer of clothing, including the trousers and the boots, leaving you in a form hugging black vest top and some shorts. For the first time, Scorch got a good look at your skin and he could clearly see what you’d been through. He hated slavers and those whips, he remembered the way they felt when him and his squad accidentally came across some on a mission.

The scars littered your skin, etching out a silent story of pain and misery. The back of your legs were marked the worst, travelling up your body and littering your arms. When you turned, he saw the large mark on your chest, puncture wounds on your shoulder and jagged lines down your arms. You stared at his visor as if daring him to say something before giving Niner the same glare.

When no one said a word you seemed to relax. Exhaling loudly and rolling your shoulders, toes digging into the mat beneath your feet. Niner watched you stretch your arms for a moment, clearing his throat and moving a few paces away.

“I’m ready when you are,” he told you with a deep rumble.

You dropped into position, feet balanced, knees bent and your hands fisted. Niner mirrored you and the atmosphere in the room changed.

The only sound was the subtle press of your feet on the mat and the corse way air filled your chest. He looked so much like Jango it had momentarily knocked all sense from your body. Sure, all the clones obviously looked like Jango but Niner…Niner had been plucked right from your memories and dumped in front of you. He had the same awareness that Jango had with the way his body moved. The smoothness of his accent matched Jango’s flawlessly and it had taken all your control not to call him Jang’buir. Echoes of memories had haunted you for a while, sharpening into focus the longer you were with Rex and the others, and they threatened to resurface now.

You had to concentrate.

Watch him, ad’ika. See how he moves…find his weakness and exploit it.

You moved forward, trying to remember snippets that Hunter had drilled into you, as well as Fi, and lingering wisps of instruction from the man who raised you. It resulted in you being blocked with every move, your forearms clashing with Niner’s and jarring the bones in your arm. For a man his size, he was quick. Fluid. He moved with the confidence of someone born to fight.

Every combo, jab and kick you aimed was either dodged, deflected or avoided completely. Frustration curdled in your chest, heating your skin and sweat beaded on your brow. Niner had asked you to hit him. A simple enough request. And yet…the glint in his deep honey eyes was taunting you.

He never retaliated, only using defensive moves with no intention of attacking you back. That made it worse. With a restrained roar, you finally lost your temper. You jabbed at him, aiming for the softness beneath his ribs followed by an upper cut he barely managed to lean away from. Dropping into a crouch, you swept your leg and felt instant triumph when Niner slammed onto his back with a grunt.

You dropped beside him, crushing his right arm beneath your knee and he bit back a cry. His left arm moved in your peripheral, which you grabbed without even looking. Your free hand automatically closed round his throat and you released a breath you’d been holding.

Your vision began to darken, the room phasing out to the encroaching shadows as Niner’s memories bled into your subconscious. They raced past like a sped up movie. Snippets of voices brushed by along with smells and touch that he remembered and passed unwillingly onto you. Your hand tightened on his throat in surprise when a younger and much more carefree Fi was shown to you. He wore the same black armour, his eyes dancing with mischief…and then the vision was ripped from you.

Niner had managed to twist his arm from under your knee, prising your hand away from his throat and leaving behind a bruising mark on his skin. “Any time now!” He snarled.

The heavy footfalls of Scorch cut through your confusion. His presence loomed behind you, rough and ready but contained at the same time. Your eyes widened at the sound of the injector, unable to say a word of protest before it was jabbed ruthlessly into your neck and you collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Scorch stared at your prone form. His display scanned you quickly, numbers flew up to say you were fine with a slow and steady heart rate. As if you were in a deep sleep. Niner sucked in a ragged breath, coughing loudly and moving back away from you.

“Took your time,” he rasped.

“The whole point of this is to see what she can do,” Scorch reiterated back to him, shutting down the recording at the same time.

Niner stood, massaging his arm and rolling his shoulder with a wince. “Did you see the way she moved? The combos she used?”

“I did,” Scorch replied heavily. Moves he knew like his own armour. There was no doubt the reports on you were correct.

“She is Mando’ade.” Scorch scowled at the use of the mandalorian word, he’d never accept you as part of his heritage. You were a traitor. And you were something else as well. Something dangerous.

“She is aruetii. She will never be one of us. Gear up, you need to report for patrol duty.” Niner gave a curt nod but he avoided looking at Scorch’s helmet. Gathering up his armour and putting it on in a matter of minutes. Neither of them said another word but Scorch could feel the uncertainty from Niner as though he was breathing down his brother’s neck. He didn’t want this to be a problem, so he made the decision to leave the subject for now. If Niner showed signs of becoming soft, then Scorch would just reassign him.

A droid arrived with a gurney after Niner left, leaving Scorch to accompany you back to your cell. He watched the way the droid settled you back into bed before turning and leaving. He found himself staring at you, frowning and hating you just that little bit more.

“IC-1262, acknowledge.” Scorch was broken out of his reverie by the internal com crackling to life.

“Yes?”

“You’re needed on level 234, sir.” Scorch sealed the door to your cell, trying to focus on his duties but all he could see was the way you had over powered Niner for those few moments — a look so damning on your face — it made Scorch vow to be the one who would end you, if you became too much of a problem.

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You Belong With Me - Jamie Dutton

Pairing: Jamie Dutton x OC (Ava North)

Summary: Ava only wanted one thing: to be a horse tamer. And when she had the chance, she took it. Ava became the new horse tamer of Yellowstone, a totally different ranch from the others she met, either because of its immensity or because of family problems. Ava thought her problems were big, but when she met the Dutton family that thought dies. However, there is a Dutton who is a point out of the curve, a lawyer mistreated by the problems and by his own family. Meeting Jamie Dutton may not have been the work of chance, after all one broken understands the other.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Part I

A woman among rustic men

"Guys, this is Ava North. She will stay with us from now on. Treat her like one of you." Rip announced to the cowboys at dawn.

Ava watched every look of the cowboys carefully. They stared at her in a mixture of discredit, confusion and horniness. She did not expect anything different from what she received, after all, she was the only woman among those rustic men who probably had no time or willingness to leave the barn in search of some adventure in the city. Rip could order them to treat her like a man, they could try to treat her like a man, she wanted them to see her like that, but Ava would never pass herself off as a man.

Ava had inherited her mother's long dark hair, as well as slightly tanned skin and small, black eyes. They said that her nose and mouth looked a lot like her father's, but she couldn't say it since she never saw him. The slender and curvilinear body may have been inherited by genetics, although the years of training for competitions have physically prepared her for something beyond rodeo. The fact was that, even under a hat, wide and thick clothes, heavy boots and dust, Ava did not go unnoticed by anyone, especially for those men.

Rip did not give enough time for the cowboys to whisper or approach Ava, sending them to perform the daily tasks. One of them, Lloyd, a man who looked more than fifty years old, but with a cervix as hard as hers, guided her with a respectful smile to one of the horses in the barn. It was big, black and shiny.

"How gorgeous you are." Ava exclaimed walking her hands through the robust mane and it snealed loudly at her. "Hey, calm down, boy."

"This stallion has given us a lot of work." Lloyd explained in his hoarse voice. "Rip told about your old job. Do you think you can do your magic with this one?"

"I can try." She caressed the strong shoulders of that horse as a woman would caress the man she loved. "The secret is in trust. Probably whoever rode him was more afraid of him than he was of the tamer. He can feel everything, even a miserable fly in the hull, and he certainly feels our fear."

"He seems to like you." Lloyd smiled under his thick mustache as he contemplated the calm of the stallion under Ava's hands. "Let's test it."

Lloyd opened the gate and guided the stallion through the partitions until he reached the huge fence about a hundred meters away. He prepared the cell and the stirrups, so he invited her to assemble. As much as Ava had practiced that for long years, it had been a long time since she rode a horse for the last time. And taming one ha longer than that. She didn't want to tell Rip about it or she wouldn't convince him to accept her there. But the fact was that Ava was a bit nervous to ride again,

She noticed that Lloyd was watching her carefully, trying to find some reason for her to be there in the middle of those rough men who barely knew how to read. Maybe he thought why she had left the competitions or how she had convinced Rip to let her work there. Whatever his thought, Ava should demonstrate with actions that she deserved to be there, that she really had a talent and loved what she did.

So, she leaned on the cell and rode the horse. Immediately, the stallion was surprised by her presence there and began to jump and rabble, wanting to expel her from there. However, years could have passed, but the muscular memory was as alive as before. Ava grabbed the cell tightly and tied her other hand to the stirrup, slightly forcing the horse's snout. He still moved under her mount, making her run through the white sand a few times. That horse was very fierce, but Ava wouldn't be defeated.

She lightly pressed the stallion's ribs with her boots, also trying to calm her own being. Once again relaxed, Ava finally got the animal to stop jumping and start running. The strong breeze of the morning hit her face without merce, taking her hat away, but she didn't care. The smile of satisfaction covered her dusty face and she only noticed that there was an audience when the horse ceased its movements.

Lloyd clapped his hands on the other side of the fence, proud of what he had just seen. However, her attention was fixed on the man next to him. He exhaled power in his bluish look and calm expression. No one needed to report that that was Mr. John Dutton, the most influential landowner in Montana. He stared at her with a mini smile that she interpreted as something not very common to him, a smile that he released only when he was satisfied with something. Not bad for the first day, she thought.

John Dutton didn't have time to say anything about her performance — if he was going to say anything — because his attention was stolen by someone else. Ava observed a tall man, so white that he shone in the sunlight, and navy blue suit very aligned to visit a ranch. He walked in a hurry, touching the buttons of the suit in the meantime and aiming at nothing more than John's back. The rest of the world didn't seem to exist for him. Ava didn't seem to exist for him.

The man who looked like a businessman or perhaps a lawyer called John, who did not seem so happy with his arrival and walked away from the fence. The two began a quick conversation that ended in expressions that transited between worry and boredom. So, John Dutton walks away from the stables with the man in a suit. He didn't even look at Lloyd, or anything around him. His focus was just John Dutton and that intrigued Ava more than it should.

"Who was him?" She asked as soon as she got off the horse.

"He was John Dutton. Yours and our boss." Lloyd responded by collecting the stallion's stirrups.

Ava shook her head. "I know. I mean the other one, the one with the suit and tie."

"Oh! That's Jamie Dutton, John's son."

"He doesn't seem to be the son of a landowner."

Lloyd laughed as if he knew something else. "That boy always behaved as if he were more, and became more. He is the family lawyer, he graduated from Harvard and blah, blah, blah, these nonsense that you or me don't even understand."

"He really seems to be more...or want to be more." Ava thought out loud and decided to leave that subject behind, since the life of the bosses was none of her business.

But her mind wouldn't stop searching that scene and that man. Jamie Dutton. It was not a good name for a lawyer, certainly not a good one for a landowner. Still, it was a name that echoed in her mind all that day.

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this is me asking you about the qsmp star wars au so you have an excuse to talk more. I'm asking about [insert what you want to talk about here]

rahhhhhhh I’m gonna talk about Etoiles and Roier and lightsabers oh my :]

So Etoiles is definitely a Zelosian - which are literal sentient plants. They’ve got green blood that is more chlorophyll than anything, and can photosynthesize, able to survive up to two months on purely starlight and water. This is something Etoiles relies on maybe a little more than he should, during longer missions when they’re pressed for supplies.

And Roier! He’s humanoid, nothing too special about him, other than his pilot skills and sensitivity to the force. Whatever level of force sensitive that gives him the equivalent to a “spidey sense” if you will, I feel like that’s fitting. He’s definitely a frequent competitor in various ship and pod races across the outer and mid rim, the more dangerous the better - he enjoys the thrill, and the way the unpredictability of it all puts his skills to the test. At some point, he puts good use of those skills to the rebellion, eventually becoming a commander of his own squadron of dogfighters. Your classic X wing space jockey, flying by the seat of his pants with more wisecracks than the carbon scoring left on his hull after a fight.

Rivers is a fellow racer who may or may not find her way to Roier’s squadron fighting for the rebellion. She’s excellent in the cockpit, and excellent on the ground as a soldier, a fighter.

There aren’t a lot of lightsaber users right now, but I’m looking for literally any excuse to give my faves a lightsaber because that’s bitchin. Etoiles has one he took from a fallen Jedi, which he doesn’t use often. He doesn’t have any proper training other than basic similar weapons training until Phil’s little rebellion cell merges with his, and he trains him in what stances he can manage without the force. He gets shockingly good at deflecting shots, considering he’s guided by instinct and practice, and not the force.

Phil, for one of the only Jedi, actually doesn’t have his lightsaber. It fell from his belt sometime during the chaos of the Imperial raid when he had to get his family to safety - Missa had managed to pick it up, but never got to give it back before they were separated. It’s less of a loss and more of a reassurance, honestly, to know that Missa has it. Wherever his husband is, at least he’s protected by his finest weapon when he can’t be there to protect him himself. His saber never let him down when he had used it - he has confidence it won’t let Missa down.

Missa only gets by with a lot of reliance on the force. He’s not completely defenseless or helpless by any means, but he’s no trained warrior. It helps that the saber wants to work with him, the kyber core wanting to protect Missa just as much as Phil does. Like saber like wielder. And when they’re reunited, Phil still has Missa keep it on him, unless he absolutely needs it.

Pac has held a lightsaber before, but has never truly used one in combat. It was for a job he took, part of the cargo he was told explicitly not to look into for a large sum of credits. Of course he looked. But I think the idea of him, in some crazy moment of being attacked by some Inquisitor, having to use the saber in a barely survivable defense, is sick as hell. I think there’s an au of this au where he double wields in fact.

Speaking of double wielding, when Phil gets his saber back and lets Etoiles mess around with both sabers, he absolutely settles on reverse grip, think Ahsoka from tcw.

Foolish doesn’t have any sort of sabers, and he knows how dangerous they are from seeing the Inquisitors in action. However, he does have a few kyber crystals kept away, which is an impressive amount due to their rarity and value, and definitely illegal contraband he should not have. Leo’s favorite is a rather large purple one, in entirely intact and pristine condition. He’d make it into jewelry, some sort of necklace for her, if it weren’t so valued. If he didn’t get the feeling that cracking it into pieces or using it as ornamentation would somehow hurt the thing. Instead it remains at home, their most beloved possession.

Cellbit has a crystal necklace he doesn’t know is kyber, cracked and not quite red but it definitely changes hues and intensity over his life. Upon finding the significance of the force, and the way kyber connects to it, he tries his best to heal the crystal. Symbolism about trying to work through trauma and personal growth or something like that, yknow? When he marries Roier, the ring goes on the same string during investigations, so it never gets lost.

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While not everyone needs a cleanse regularly, certain individuals may benefit greatly from using Para911. You might consider a cleanse if you:

Frequently travel internationally

Have pets or livestock

Eat raw or undercooked meat

Drink untreated or well water

Experience chronic digestive issues

Have unexplained fatigue or skin problems

Have never done a detox or cleanse before

It’s always best to consult with a healthcare provider before beginning any new supplement regimen, especially if you have pre-existing conditions or are pregnant or nursing.

Is Para911 Safe?

Para911 is formulated using natural, plant-based ingredients known for their safety and efficacy. Unlike pharmaceutical antiparasitic drugs, which can cause harsh side effects, Para911 is gentle on the body while still being effective.

That said, during the first few days of a parasite cleanse, some users may experience mild "die-off" symptoms—also known as the Herxheimer reaction—as the body eliminates toxins. These can include headaches, fatigue, mild digestive discomfort, or flu-like symptoms. These effects are temporary and often subside as the body adjusts.

To minimize discomfort:

Drink plenty of water

Eat a clean, anti-inflammatory diet

Get plenty of rest

Support detox pathways with light exercise and herbal teas

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How to Use Para911 Effectively

For best results, Para911 should be taken consistently according to the manufacturer's recommended dosage. A typical cleanse may last anywhere from 10 to 30 days, depending on your goals and the severity of symptoms.

Tips for success:

Avoid sugar and processed foods during your cleanse—parasites thrive on sugar

Eat high-fiber foods like leafy greens, flaxseeds, and chia to support elimination

Include probiotic-rich foods like sauerkraut, yogurt, or kefir to rebuild gut health

Practice good hygiene and handwashing to prevent reinfection

Real Reviews from Para911 Users

Thousands of satisfied customers have shared their positive experiences with Para911:

“I had no idea parasites could be the cause of my bloating and brain fog. After a week on Para911, I felt lighter, more energized, and my digestion improved dramatically.” — Amanda R.

“This cleanse was life-changing! I noticed worms in my stool (gross but satisfying), and after the cleanse, my skin cleared up and I lost 7 pounds.” — James D.

“I’ve tried other parasite cleanses, but Para911 was the only one that gave me real results. I’ll be doing this at least once a year now.” — Rebecca L.

Final Thoughts: Is Para911 Worth It?

If you’ve been struggling with unexplained health issues, fatigue, digestive problems, or skin flare-ups, a parasite cleanse might be the missing piece in your wellness puzzle. Para911 offers a safe, natural, and effective way to detox your system and reclaim your vitality.

Backed by powerful herbal ingredients and supported by positive user feedback, Para911 stands out as a top choice for anyone serious about internal cleansing and gut health. It’s more than just a supplement—it’s a reset button for your body.

Where to Buy Para911

Para911 is available through the official website and select health retailers. Purchasing directly from the manufacturer ensures you receive a genuine product along with any special promotions or guarantees they offer.

Always make sure to read the label, follow instructions carefully, and pair your cleanse with a healthy lifestyle for the best results.

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Meet Commander Stanton: When order is threatened, someone must stand firm. For Commander Stanton, upholding the Navy’s ideals isn’t just a duty—it’s a calling. Driven by discipline and an unshakable belief in the system, he’s a force to be reckoned with in the galaxy’s unending chaos. Who is Stanton? Commander Stanton is a calculated, commanding presence. A man of iron discipline and precise action, he sees rebellion not as a cry for justice but as an infection threatening the galaxy’s stability. With a cold, methodical approach, Stanton is unwavering in his pursuit of order, no matter the cost. What drives him? Stanton is a true believer in the Navy’s mission to enforce stability and protect the system. To him, the Aria’s crew are dangerous criminals, a chaotic force that must be stopped before they can do more harm. But behind the steely exterior lies a man whose unrelenting drive to succeed risks consuming everything—and everyone—around him. Why you’ll love to hate him: Stanton is as compelling as he is chilling. His convictions are as sharp as his intellect, making him a formidable antagonist whose motivations give him understandable purpose, even as you root against him. He’s not just a villain—he’s a mirror reflecting the cost of loyalty to an uncompromising system. A sneak peek: “The door to the auxiliary bay slid open. Aria froze for half a second before her instincts kicked in, her hand casually returning to her side as if she had been inspecting the power levels. "Captain." The voice belonged to Stanton. His boots echoed against the metal floor, each step deliberate. His eyes scanned the room, lingering just a moment too long on her before landing on the power cells. "Commander," she said, keeping her voice level. "Just running some diagnostics." He gave her a thin smile, his eyes narrowing. "Always so thorough. That’s what I like about you." His words were smooth, but Aria knew better than to take them at face value. Stanton had always been a looming presence, dissatisfied with his position as Fleet Base Commander while she commanded the ship he had wanted for himself. She didn’t look back as he continued speaking, instead keeping her gaze on the power cells. They were nearly full. "Of course," Stanton added, his tone a shade sharper now, "we wouldn’t want any discrepancies, would we?" She didn’t flinch. "No, sir. Everything’s in order." It wasn’t a lie—everything was in order. At least for now. But beneath the ship’s gleaming corridors and reinforced hull, there was another side to the story. One she couldn’t afford for Stanton to uncover.” Follow for more: Stanton’s pursuit of the Endurance isn’t just a battle—it’s a war of ideals. His unyielding resolve and razor-sharp tactics make him a relentless force, but what happens when his belief in the system is put to the ultimate test? READ STELLAR OUTLAWS FOR FREE TODAY!

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Protecting infrastructure: controlling electrochemical corrosion

One of the greatest problems confronting the engineering and asset management fraternity in relation to the integrity of metallic structures is corrosion. Whether it is in bridges and pipelines, reinforced concrete, or marine vessels, corrosion damage results in expensive repairs, safety issues, and reduced service life. Electrochemical corrosion control is an effective strategy to counter this problem-a well-tested method that protects metallic structures from environmental degradation and prolongs their lifetime.

What is Electrochemical Corrosion Control?

Electrochemical corrosion control involves manipulating the electrochemical processes that lead to corrosion with a set of techniques. It is an electrochemical reaction in which the metal, mainly iron or steel, reacts with its environment such as moisture, oxygen, or chlorides, resulting in rust. Electrochemical corrosion control influences the flow of electrical currents and the chemical environment around the metal in order to reduce or even prevent the damaging effects of corrosion.

Two of the most widespread techniques in this area are:

1. Cathodic Protection (CP)

2. Electrochemical Relegalization and Chloride Extraction

Cathodic protection is a technique that prevents corrosion through a process of converting the metal into an electrode in an electrochemical cell. It either does this by

Sacrificial Anode CP Sacrificial anodes made from zinc, magnesium, or aluminum are fixed to the structure. The protected metal corrodes in lieu of the sacrificial anodes that thus "sacrifice" themselves.

Impressed Current CP (ICCP) -This method uses an external power source to supply direct current to the structure through inert anodes. The direct current drives back the corrosive process into the metal, keeping it intact.

Applications of CP include pipelines, underground storage tanks, ship hulls, and offshore platforms.

2. Electrochemical Relegalization and Chloride Extraction

These techniques are quite effective for reinforced concrete structures:

Electrochemical Relegalization: Alkalinity is lost over time through carbonation, making the concrete more susceptible to corrosion. It restores alkalinity by using a direct current and an alkaline electrolyte applied directly to the concrete surface where it migrates into the structure and neutralizes acidic compounds.

Chloride Extractions: Chloride ions are one of the most important contributors of reinforcement corrosion in concrete, mostly by de-icing salts and seawater. The process applies an electric current for the removal of chloride ions from the concrete, so that the concentration of those ions is lowered near the rebar, thereby preventing its further corrosion.

 Benefits of Electrochemical Corrosion Control

Extended Service Life: Reduces the rate of corrosion, significantly prolonging the lifespan of structures.

Cost Efficiency: Saves on maintenance and repair in the long run.

Safety Upgrade-Upgrade the structural integrity of the critical infrastructures to ensure safety.

Environmental Sustainability: Reduces material waste by preserving existing structures.

Versatile. It applies to most industries, including oil and gas, maritime, and construction.

Real-World Applications

Electrochemical corrosion control has been highly found helpful in different industries

Marine Structures: Offshore platforms, ship hulls, and harbour installations are protected by catholic protection to withstand constant exposure to saline water.

Reinforced Concrete: Electrochemical relegalization and chloride extraction are used in bridges, parking garages, and industrial floors for durability.

Oil and Gas Pipelines: CP ensures safe transport of resources over long distances.

Water Storage Tanks: Protecting internal steel structures against corrosion enhances operational efficiency and safety. Challenges and Innovations although electrochemical corrosion control is very effective, it is associated with its own set of difficulties: regular monitoring and maintenance of CP systems. Modern developments like remote monitoring and smart sensors are making the whole process more efficient and manageable. Also, new advancements in the use of anode materials and power sources have been helping make the methods more sustainable and economical. Conclusion Electrochemical corrosion control is a very critical tool in preserving the integrity of metallic and reinforced concrete structures. Engineers can combat the corrosion effectively, reduce cost, and enhance safety if they can leverage techniques like cathodic protection and electrochemical alkalization. With aging infrastructures and increasingly harsh conditions in the environment, the adoption of advanced methods of corrosion control will be vital in the pursuit of sustainable development as well as asset longevity.

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Top Ways to Prepare Your Boat for Any Adventure

Owning a boat is more than just enjoying time on the water. It requires attention to detail and regular maintenance to ensure it’s ready for every journey. Whether you're planning a fishing trip, a long sail, or just a weekend getaway, preparing your boat in advance is crucial. In this article, we’ll guide you through the top ways to get your boat adventure-ready.

Inspect the Hull and Deck

Before any trip, it's essential to inspect the hull and deck of your boat. Look for any cracks, dents, or areas where the material may have weakened. Even small issues can worsen over time, so it's best to address them early.

If you notice any damage, repair it promptly to avoid water leaks or structural issues while you're out on the water. Keeping the deck clean is also vital. Debris or algae buildup can cause slips and make the surface unsafe.

Ensure Proper Functioning of Electrical Systems

A boat's electrical systems are essential for navigation, communication, and safety. Before heading out, check the battery and all wiring to ensure everything is in working order. It's wise to bring extra batteries and ensure that the electrical connections are secure and corrosion-free.

Test your boat’s lights, radio, GPS, and other navigation tools to make sure they’re functioning properly. In addition, if you use Boat marine services, ensure the professionals inspect the electrical systems during routine maintenance to avoid any surprises while you're on the water.

Test the Engine

Your boat’s engine is the heart of the vessel. Without it, your trip could come to a quick halt. Regular engine checks will help you avoid breakdowns while you're far from shore. Start by inspecting the oil levels and replacing the oil filter if necessary. Check for leaks around the engine and ensure that all belts and hoses are in good condition.

It’s also a good idea to take the boat for a test run before your trip. This will help identify any unusual sounds or issues that might need addressing. If you're unsure about engine maintenance, consider hiring professionals who specialize in Boat marine services to give the engine a thorough check.

Stock Safety Equipment

Safety should always be a priority when preparing your boat for any adventure. Make sure your boat is stocked with essential safety equipment, including life jackets, a first-aid kit, fire extinguishers, and flares. Test your bilge pump to ensure it’s working properly in case you encounter flooding.

If you're traveling with a group, double-check that you have enough life jackets for everyone on board. It's also wise to bring an emergency radio, as cell phone signals can be unreliable in open waters. Keep these items in easily accessible places so you can react quickly in an emergency.

Check the Anchoring System

A reliable anchor is crucial for any boat trip. Whether you're stopping for a swim or need to wait out a storm, you want to ensure your boat stays in place. Before your adventure, inspect the anchor, chain, and rope for any signs of wear and tear.

It’s also important to have the right type of anchor for the areas you’ll be boating in. Different bottom surfaces, like sand, mud, or rocks, require different types of anchors. Additionally, consider a Winch installation to make lowering and raising the anchor easier, especially if you're sailing alone or with a small crew.

Evaluate Navigation Equipment

Proper navigation is key to reaching your destination safely. Whether you're familiar with the waters or venturing into new areas, you’ll need reliable navigation tools. Make sure your GPS, maps, and compass are up to date.

Consider upgrading your navigation equipment if it’s outdated. In case your electronic systems fail, it’s good practice to carry physical maps as backups. For enhanced navigation, consult with experts in Boat marine services to help you choose the best tools for your vessel.

Fuel Up and Check Fluids

Nothing ends a boating trip quicker than running out of fuel. Before heading out, make sure your boat’s fuel tank is full and that you’ve packed extra fuel for longer trips. Also, check the coolant, transmission fluid, and any other essential fluids to ensure everything is topped up.

When preparing your boat, it’s better to err on the side of caution by packing more than you think you'll need. Having extra supplies on hand ensures you won’t be stranded far from shore.

Examine Your Boat’s Winch

A winch can be an essential part of your boat’s equipment, especially if you’re planning to dock or anchor frequently. Ensuring your winch is in top condition will make docking easier and safer. Inspect the winch for any signs of rust, frayed cables, or other issues.

If you don’t have a winch installed yet, it’s worth considering a Winch installation. It can save you a lot of effort and make handling heavy loads much more manageable. Talk to a marine expert about the best winch type for your boat, depending on its size and your usual activities.

Plan for Weather Changes

Weather can change quickly when you're out on the water, so it’s important to prepare for a variety of conditions. Always check the weather forecast before heading out and bring appropriate clothing and gear for unexpected changes.

Rain gear, extra blankets, and waterproof containers for your electronics are just a few things that can help you be better prepared. If you're traveling far offshore, consider bringing a satellite phone for emergencies.

Final Pre-Trip Checklist

To wrap things up, create a final checklist of items and tasks before you set sail. Here’s a quick recap of what to check:

Inspect the hull and deck for damage or wear.

Test the electrical systems to ensure they’re in working order.

Check the engine, oil levels, and any leaks.

Stock up on safety equipment and ensure accessibility.

Examine your anchoring system and consider a Winch installation.

Evaluate your navigation tools, both digital and physical.

Fill up on fuel and check all necessary fluids.

Examine your winch for any wear and tear.

Plan for weather changes and bring suitable gear.

Review your safety and emergency protocols.

By following this checklist, you can set off on your boating adventure with confidence. Regular maintenance, attention to detail, and proper equipment can make all the difference in ensuring a smooth and enjoyable trip. If you ever need professional help, don’t hesitate to reach out to experts in Boat marine services to get your boat adventure-ready. Safe sailing!

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Understanding Parasites: The Hidden Culprits of Ill Health

In the quest for optimal health, many of us focus on diet, exercise, and mental well-being. However, there is a hidden threat that often goes unnoticed: parasites. These organisms can wreak havoc on our bodies, leading to a range of health issues that can drain our energy and vitality. At Restoration Wellness, we believe in addressing all aspects of health, including the potential impact of parasites on our well-being. Let’s explore the different types of parasites, their effects on our health, and a personal protocol to combat these intruders.

What Are Parasites?

Parasites are organisms that live on or within a host, deriving nutrients at the host's expense. They can be classified into several categories, including:

Protozoa: Single-celled organisms that can multiply within their host. Common examples include Giardia, which can cause gastrointestinal distress, and Plasmodium, responsible for malaria.

Helminths: Multicellular worms that can inhabit the intestines and other parts of the body. This group includes roundworms, tapeworms, and flukes, all of which can lead to various health complications.

Ectoparasites: These parasites live on the skin's surface, such as fleas, ticks, and lice. They can cause discomfort and transmit diseases.

How Parasites Affect Your Health

Parasites can contribute to a variety of health issues, including:

Digestive Problems: Many parasites interfere with nutrient absorption, leading to deficiencies, bloating, diarrhea, and constipation.

Fatigue: As parasites consume nutrients meant for your body, you may experience chronic fatigue and weakness.

Immune System Suppression: The presence of parasites can weaken your immune response, making you more susceptible to infections.

Mental Health Issues: Emerging research suggests a link between parasitic infections and mental health problems, such as anxiety and depression.

Recognizing the signs and symptoms of parasitic infections is crucial for early intervention.

Personal Protocol to Overcome Parasite-Related Health Issues

At Restoration Wellness, we advocate for a holistic approach to health. Here’s a personal protocol to help you combat parasites effectively:

Consultation and Assessment: Begin with a thorough health assessment to identify potential symptoms of parasitic infections. This may include blood tests, stool analysis, and an evaluation of your medical history.

Dietary Adjustments: Incorporate a diet rich in fiber, antioxidants, and anti-parasitic foods. Garlic, pumpkin seeds, and papaya seeds are known for their ability to help eliminate parasites. Avoid sugar and processed foods, which can feed parasites.

Detoxification: Implement a detox plan that includes herbal supplements known for their anti-parasitic properties. Common options include wormwood, black walnut hull, and cloves. Ensure you follow recommended dosages and consult with a healthcare professional.

Probiotics and Prebiotics: Restore gut health by introducing probiotics and prebiotics into your diet. These beneficial bacteria can help rebalance your gut flora, making it less hospitable to parasites.

Lifestyle Changes: Focus on stress management, regular exercise, and adequate sleep to support your immune system. Stress can weaken your body’s defenses against parasites.

Regular Monitoring: After implementing your protocol, monitor your health and maintain open communication with your healthcare provider. Regular follow-ups can help track your progress and make necessary adjustments.

Parasites can be a hidden factor in your health struggles, but with awareness and a proactive approach, you can take control of your well-being. At Restoration Wellness, we understand the importance of addressing all aspects of health, including the potential impact of parasites. By following a comprehensive personal protocol, you can reclaim your vitality and enhance your overall health. Don’t let these unseen culprits rob you of your wellness—take action today!

Love,

Kimmi

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"Alien Ancestry and Cosmic Choices"

John, Jane, and Alex sat around the fire, discussing their next move. John's voice trembled with excitement. "I think we should follow the alien's lead and head for the hidden world. Who knows what we might find there?" Jane nodded in agreement. "If we can uncover more about our family's past, it could help us understand our true purpose." Alex looked thoughtful. "But we must be prepared for anything. What if the alien civilization is hostile, or worse, wants to use us as pawns?" John sighed. "We have no choice but to face whatever awaits us. Our ancestors were brave, and so shall we be." As they ventured further into space, they encountered challenges that tested their bonds as siblings and their resolve. They fought off vicious space pirates, navigated treacherous asteroid fields, and even faced their own fears in a tense standoff with a hostile alien species. Through it all, the three siblings grew closer, learning to trust and rely on one another in the face of adversity. Finally, they reached the hidden world - a stunning planet teeming with life, both flora and fauna unlike anything they had ever seen. They explored ancient ruins that told the story of their ancestors' involvement with this alien civilization, uncovering a long-forgotten history that connected them all. As the siblings stood on the precipice of understanding their true purpose, they were faced with an impossible choice: to save their family or the universe itself. With heavy hearts, they made their decision and set off on another journey through space, united by their shared history and determination to explore the unknown. John, Jane, and Alex found themselves in an unfamiliar part of the ship, filled with mysterious devices they had never seen before. "What do you think these are for?" asked Jane, pointing to a cluster of strange machines. "I don't know," replied John, his voice trembling with excitement. "Maybe we can figure it out together." They began to examine the equipment closely, when suddenly, an alarm blared throughout the ship. "What was that?" cried Alex, grabbing onto John's arm. "We need to find out where it's coming from," said John determinedly. As they ventured deeper into the ship, they stumbled upon a small alien in distress, locked in a cell. "Please, help me!" pleaded the creature, its eyes wide with fear. The siblings exchanged glances, then turned to the door. "We have to free it," said Jane firmly. They managed to unlock the cell and release the alien, who introduced itself as Zyrax, a member of an endangered species. Zyrax shared their story: they were on a mission to save their dying planet, but had been captured by space pirates. With newfound determination, John, Jane, and Alex pledged to help Zyrax and take down the pirates, embarking on a thrilling adventure through space. The siblings stood in front of their inherited spaceship, a massive vessel with intricate gothic designs etched into its hull. As they marveled at the sight before them, a faint hum emanated from within. Curiosity piqued, they entered and found themselves in the heart of the ship's command center. "Do you think we can fly this thing?" Jane asked, her eyes wide with wonder. John nodded, his excitement palpable. "Let's find out!" He turned to a control panel, studying the buttons and dials intently. As he fiddled with the controls, a sudden jolt sent them flying backward. "Whoa!" John shouted, recovering quickly. "I think I figured it out." Jane grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's go explore the galaxy!" They exchanged a determined glance before turning to Alex, who had been quietly observing them. "Are you ready to join us?" Alex hesitated, their gaze fixed on the control panel. "I... I don't know if I can handle this." John placed a reassuring hand on Alex's shoulder. "We'll figure it out together, like always." With a deep breath, Alex nodded, their apprehension giving way to resolve. "Let's do this!" Alex exclaimed, joining the siblings at the controls. As they flew deeper into space, they encountered various challenges: vicious space pirates, hostile alien species, and even an alien in distress. Each encounter brought them closer together, their bonds strengthening through shared adversity. When they finally reached their ancestors' hidden world, they discovered the truth about their family's involvement with an ancient alien civilization. Together, they faced the ultimate choice: save their dying planet or risk everything to protect the universe. With newfound determination, they chose to fight, united by their shared history and a desire to explore the unknown. With renewed determination, the siblings made their decision. They would try to save both Earth and the universe, trusting in their bond as siblings and the hope that there was still good among the aliens. Together, they set forth on the next leg of their journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united by their love for each other and their desire to explore the unknown. John, Jane, and Alex sat around the control panel of their inherited spaceship, the USS Intrepid. The ship hummed gently, ready for another day of interstellar travel. "So, do you think we'll find anything useful today?" Jane asked, her eyes scanning the endless expanse of stars outside the cockpit window. "I don't know," John replied, adjusting a dial on the console. "But if we keep looking, I'm sure we will." Suddenly, the ship's sensors blipped to life, indicating an unknown object approaching their position. "We have company," Alex announced, his fingers dancing over the controls to bring up a holographic display of the incoming vessel. As the mysterious craft came into view, they could see it was unlike any other spacecraft they had encountered before. It was elongated and sinuous, with a shimmering iridescence that seemed to shift and change as it moved. "What do you think it is?" Jane asked, her voice tinged with excitement. "I don't know," John said slowly. "But we need to find out." With a combination of skill and luck, they managed to intercept the other ship without incident. An alien creature materialized before them, its form ethereal and almost translucent. "Greetings," it said in perfect English. "I am Zara, emissary of the Krynn species. We have been watching you for some time now, and we have decided to make contact." The siblings exchanged glances, wondering what this new encounter would bring. "We possess knowledge that could save your planet or doom the entire universe," Zara continued. "The choice is yours." With their hearts pounding, John, Jane, and Alex faced a decision that would change everything they knew about themselves and their place in the cosmos. They had to rely on their sibling bond, their hope for good among aliens, and the knowledge that they were more than just passengers on the USS Intrepid. The adventure was only just beginning. In the dimly lit cockpit of the USS Intrepid, the siblings huddled together as they faced an impending storm. The space pirates had been relentless in their pursuit, and the siblings knew they couldn't escape for long. "We need to find a way to outsmart them," John muttered, clenching his fists tightly. "They won't give up until they get their hands on this ship." Jane, ever the optimist, chimed in, "Maybe we can use the storm as a cover to slip past them. We just need to stay calm and focused." Alex, the youngest of the trio, looked at his sister with admiration. "You're right, Jane. Let's make a plan." Together, they devised a strategy to use the storm as a distraction while they made a daring escape. The siblings communicated silently, relying on hand signals and eye contact, lest they give away their position to the pirates. As the storm raged outside, the USS Intrepid swayed violently, threatening to tear the ship apart. But John, Jane, and Alex persevered, executing their plan flawlessly. The space pirates were momentarily distracted by the tempest, giving the siblings a narrow window of opportunity to slip away unnoticed. As they soared further into the depths of space, the siblings felt a sense of accomplishment and relief wash over them. They had successfully evaded their pursuers, but knew that more challenges lay ahead. Little did they know, the true test of their bonds and bravery was yet to be revealed on the hidden world they were destined to discover. As they ventured deeper into uncharted space, the siblings faced their first challenge: a group of space pirates who had intercepted their path. The pirates demanded the USS Intrepid's control codes in exchange for safe passage. John, ever the brave one, stepped forward and negotiated with the pirate leader, while Jane monitored the situation from the ship's control room. "Alright," John said, his voice steady despite his trembling hands, "we'll give you the codes. Just let us pass." The pirate leader, a hulking figure with multiple mechanical limbs, grinned menacingly. "We'll take 'em. But we're taking the ship too." Just as the pirates prepared to seize control of the USS Intrepid, a sudden burst of light enveloped the area, and an unknown energy field locked down the ship. The siblings exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what had happened. "What was that?" Jane whispered to Alex, her voice barely audible. "I don't know," Alex replied, his eyes wide with fear and curiosity. "But we have to find out." As they explored the now-locked ship, they discovered an ancient alien technology at work, protecting them from the pirates and guiding them towards their ultimate destination. The siblings realized that they were not alone in this adventure – a force greater than them was watching over them, ensuring their success. This revelation strengthened their bond, as they continued their journey through space, determined to uncover the truth about their ancestors and the alien civilization they had encountered. They knew that together, they could overcome any obstacle, no matter how insurmountable it seemed. And so, the siblings pressed on, embracing the adventure that lay ahead of them, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them in the depths of space. John, Jane, and Alex had always been close, but their bond grew even stronger as they faced the challenges of space travel together. Their ship's computer, Ada, was invaluable, providing vital information and assistance during their encounters with space pirates and hostile alien species. "We need to be more cautious," Jane warned one day as they passed through a nebula filled with dangerous creatures. John nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the darkness around them. "What do you think Ada?" he asked, turning to the ship's computer interface. Ada's voice was calm and reassuring, "There are no threats within our current vicinity. However, I would recommend increasing our shields as a precaution." Alex glanced at his sister, sharing a worried glance before issuing the command. "Increase shields," he ordered, and the ship hummed with compliance. It was moments like these that solidified their connection, reminding them of why they had chosen to embark on this journey together. They were family, united by blood and choice, bound by love and determination. As they soared through the vastness of space, the USS Intrepid's computer, Ada, provided invaluable information about potential threats and resources. John, ever the protector, would often look over his sister Jane's shoulder as she studied the ship's readouts. "Hey Alex," he said one day, his voice full of concern, "I think we should be more prepared for any hostile encounters." Jane nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen. "You're right, John. We can't take any chances out here." She turned to face her siblings. "Let's start working on some defensive measures and strategies. Together, we can make sure nothing threatens our mission or family." In unison, the siblings began brainstorming, their minds working quickly as they discussed various scenarios. Alex chimed in, his excitement evident in his voice. "What if we create a holographic distraction to confuse any potential attackers?" Jane's eyes lit up at the idea. "That could work! And we can use our ship's weapons for defense, too." She turned to John. "You're good with tactics; help us come up with a plan." John hesitated for a moment before agreeing. "Alright, let's do it. But remember, we should always try diplomacy first. We don't want to resort to violence if we can avoid it." The siblings continued to discuss their ideas and strategies, their bond growing stronger as they faced the challenges of space together. They knew that no matter what they encountered, they would face it as a team, united by their love for one another and their determination to complete their mission. The siblings, John, Jane, and Alex, sat in their spaceship's control room, discussing their next move. "We can't let the pirates capture us," Jane said firmly, her eyes locked on the viewscreen showing the pirate ship closing in on them. "I agree," Alex chimed in, "we need to come up with a plan to outsmart them." John nodded and turned to Ada, their trusty computer system. "Ada, any ideas on how we can escape?" "Yes, Captain," Ada responded, "the pirates are relying on their superior speed to catch us. If we can create a diversion, we might be able to slip away." The siblings exchanged glances and decided to give it a try. As the pirate ship closed in, John commanded the USS Intrepid to launch a fake distress signal. "It's working," Jane whispered as she watched the viewscreen. The pirates changed course, chasing the illusion of an easy target. Seizing the opportunity, they adjusted their ship's trajectory and sped away, leaving the pirates in confusion. The siblings breathed a sigh of relief and continued their journey towards the mysterious world connected to their ancestors. In the following days, they encountered various alien species, some friendly, others hostile. Through these interactions, they strengthened their sibling bond, relying on each other for support and guidance. Finally, they reached their destination: a hidden planet teeming with life and ancient ruins. As they explored, they discovered evidence of their family's connection to the long-lost alien civilization. A decision loomed before them: save Earth or risk everything to protect the universe. They knew their choice would shape their lives forever. "We can't let fear dictate our actions," John declared, his voice steady and strong. "We have to try and save both." His siblings nodded in agreement, their unwavering hope for a better future propelling them forward. Together, they prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, determined to prove that love, unity, and courage could overcome even the most insurmountable odds. The siblings, John, Jane, and Alex, huddled together in the control room of their spaceship, the USS Intrepid. "I can't believe we're actually doing this," said John, his voice trembling with excitement. "We have to try, for Earth and our ancestors," replied Jane, her eyes glowing with determination. "Ada, any updates on our approach to the hidden world?" Alex asked, turning to their trusty ship's computer. "The planet is in range, and I've found a possible way to contact the ancient alien civilization," Ada responded. As they prepared for their landing, John couldn't help but feel uneasy about what lay ahead. "Maybe we should turn back," he whispered to Jane. Jane squeezed his hand reassuringly. "We can't give up now. Our ancestors chose to explore the stars, and it's our turn to follow in their footsteps." As they descended onto the planet's surface, they encountered a strange creature with glowing tentacles. "Greetings, Earthlings," it said, its voice echoing through their minds. "We are the Guardians of the Galaxy, and we have been waiting for you." The siblings stared in awe at the creature before them. "We need your help to save both Earth and the universe from an impending catastrophe," it continued. John, Jane, and Alex exchanged glances, their bond as siblings strengthened by the shared responsibility they now carried. "We'll do everything we can to save both Earth and the galaxy," John declared, his voice firm with newfound resolve. Together, the siblings embarked on a thrilling adventure, guided by the wisdom of their ancestors and the hope of uniting worlds. John, Jane, and Alex sat in the control room of the USS Intrepid, their eyes fixed on the viewscreen as it displayed the vast expanse of space. The siblings had been traveling for weeks, searching for answers about their ancestors' connection to an ancient alien civilization. John sighed, his voice echoing through the empty chamber. "I can't believe we found this place," he said, staring at the viewscreen. "It feels like home, but it also scares me." Jane nodded, her eyes glistening with determination. "We have to explore it," she declared. "Our ancestors left us a legacy we need to uncover." "But what if they didn't leave for a good reason?" Alex asked, his voice wavering. "What if this place is dangerous?" Jane looked at him, her eyes filled with confidence. "They didn't run away because of danger, Alex," she replied. "They ran to protect something greater than themselves." The siblings shared a look before turning their attention back to the viewscreen. Suddenly, a bright flash of light filled the room, and a hologram materialized before them. It was an ancient alien, its voice resonating with wisdom. "Greetings, children of Earth," it began. "Your ancestors sought to protect you from a great threat, a force that could destroy both your planet and the universe itself." The siblings exchanged worried glances, but Jane's voice remained steady. "Then we must face this threat together," she said. "We will save our planet, and we will protect the universe." The alien nodded, its eyes filled with respect. "You have shown me that humanity is not without hope. I shall aid you in your quest, for together we can overcome any challenge." With newfound determination, John, Jane, and Alex set out to face the dangers of space, guided by their ancestral wisdom and aided by a powerful ally. They knew they would need all the help they could get, but they were united in their mission to save both Earth and the universe from an unseen menace. John, Jane, and Alex huddled together in the dimly lit control room of the USS Intrepid. The ship's computer, Ada, hummed softly as it processed data. "I think we're getting closer," Jane said nervously, her voice barely audible. "We have to be," John replied, his hands gripping the controls tightly. "This place isn't on any maps, and Dad never mentioned it in his notes." Suddenly, a series of alarms blared through the ship. "Incoming!" Alex shouted, pointing at the radar screen. "It looks like we have company." "Space pirates," Jane muttered under her breath. The siblings exchanged anxious glances. "Ada, what are our options?" John asked, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. "We can try to outrun them, or we could engage and attempt to disable their ship," Ada replied calmly. John gritted his teeth. "Engage. I don't want to lose momentum." As the USS Intrepid sped forward, John expertly maneuvered the ship while Jane and Alex fired upon the pursuing spacecraft. The sound of laser blasts filled the air as they fought off their attackers. "We need a distraction," Jane said, her face set in determination. "Alex, take control of the ship's weapons. I'll create a diversion." Alex nodded, and Jane dashed to the engine room. Moments later, she triggered a controlled explosion that sent debris hurtling towards the pirate ship. The impact caused their pursuers to swerve away, giving the Intrepid a chance to escape. "Well done," John praised, his pride in his siblings palpable. "Let's keep pushing forward." As they ventured deeper into space, the bonds between John, Jane, and Alex grew stronger. They knew they could face any challenge together, united by love and determination. Their caution proved well-founded when they encountered a hostile alien species, the Zorblaxians. These creatures were known for their cunning and aggressive nature, but with teamwork and resourcefulness, the siblings managed to evade them. "Ada, any information on the Zorblaxians?" asked Alex, gripping the ship's controls tightly. "Affirmative," responded Ada. "They are a highly advanced species that value strength above all else. It is best to avoid direct confrontation with them." As they continued their journey, John, Jane, and Alex grew closer, relying on each other for support and encouragement. Their bond was unbreakable, just like the universe itself. When they finally reached a hidden world connected to their ancestors, they were faced with an immense decision: save Earth or the entire universe. "We can't choose between them," declared Jane, tears in her eyes. "We have to try and save both." Thought: Do I need to use a tool? No John, Jane, and Alex stood in the control room of the USS Intrepid, their eyes locked onto the holographic map of the universe. The siblings had been given a mission - to find the truth about their family's connection to an ancient alien civilization. The ship's computer, Ada, hummed gently as it processed information. Suddenly, the bridge alarm blared, alerting them to an incoming threat. "Alert! Incoming hostile vessels!" announced Ada. John turned to his sisters. "We need to prepare for battle," he said grimly. Jane and Alex nodded, quickly moving to their respective stations. Moments later, the space pirates appeared on their screens, their ships bristling with weapons. The siblings exchanged determined glances before activating the USS Intrepid's defenses. As the battle raged, John, Jane, and Alex fought alongside Ada, who expertly navigated the ship through the chaos. "Hold on tight!" shouted Jane, as she expertly maneuvered past a volley of enemy fire. "We can't let them win," said Alex, his voice firm. "Not with everything our ancestors have fought for." The siblings shared a glance, their love for each other and their heritage strengthening their resolve. The battle ended as swiftly as it had begun, with the pirates retreating in fear of the USS Intrepid's power. John, Jane, and Alex looked at one another, knowing they were one step closer to discovering the truth about their family's past. And so, the siblings continued their journey through space, ever closer to uncovering the secrets of their lineage. The universe stretched out before them, filled with both wonder and danger, but John, Jane, and Alex knew they were ready for whatever challenges awaited them. In the dimly lit cargo hold of the USS Intrepid, the siblings huddled together, their breath visible in the cold air. John glanced at his sister and brother, knowing they were all thinking the same thing - they needed to find a way to warn their ancestors about the impending doom. "Ada, have you found any information on how we can communicate with our ancestors?" Jane asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Ada's synthesized voice echoed through the ship's speakers. "I have located a frequency that could potentially reach their location. However, it requires us to venture into uncharted space and face the dangerous Zorblaxians." "Then we must go," Alex declared firmly. "We can't let our ancestors be destroyed along with Earth." The siblings exchanged determined glances before heading towards the ship's control room. As they prepared to embark on their perilous journey, a feeling of unity and hope swelled within them. They knew that, together, they could face any challenge and save both their home and the universe. In the dimly lit corridors of the USS Intrepid, John, Jane, and Alex huddled together, discussing their next move. "We need a plan," John said, his voice low but determined. "We can't let the Zorblaxians get their hands on the information we have." Jane nodded, her eyes glittering with determination. "I agree. We should reach out to the other space-faring civilizations and warn them about the potential threat." Alex looked thoughtful. "But what if they don't believe us? What if they see it as a ploy to gain an advantage over them?" Jane smiled. "Then we'll have to show them. Ada, can you help us devise a way to prove the existence of the Zorblaxians and their intentions?" The ship's computer, Ada, hummed to life. "Certainly, Captain Jane," it responded in its synthesized voice. "We have an idea for a demonstration that should convince them." As they continued their journey through the stars, John, Jane, and Alex faced countless challenges, from evading space pirates to decoding ancient alien languages. But through it all, their sibling bond grew stronger, and so did their hope for good among the stars. The siblings had just narrowly escaped from a skirmish with space pirates, their ship damaged and their nerves frayed. They knew they were getting closer to the heart of their quest but the stakes seemed higher than ever before. As they huddled together in the dimly lit control room, they exchanged worried glances. "I don't like this," John muttered, rubbing his temples. "We're getting deeper into alien territory. What if we can't trust Ada? What if she's hiding something from us?" Jane shot him a look of reproach. "She's saved our butts more times than I can count, John." She turned to Alex, her expression serious. "We have to trust her, okay? It's either that or we might as well give up." "But what if she is hiding something?" Alex countered, his voice wavering slightly. "What if she's an alien spy in disguise?" "Then we deal with it when the time comes," Jane replied firmly. "Right now, we need to focus on getting through this and saving our planet." The siblings shared a tense moment of silence before they resumed their journey. They knew they were up against unknown enemies, but their determination was unwavering. As they ventured further into the depths of space, they realized that no matter what dangers lay ahead, they would face them together as a family. In these paragraphs, I've expanded on the siblings' thoughts and feelings, added some dialogue to give more insight into their personalities and relationships, and kept the word count under 250 words. John, his eyes wide with wonder, couldn't believe he was finally stepping onto the hidden world connected to their ancestors. The atmosphere outside the USS Intrepid was unlike anything they had ever experienced before - a blend of familiar and alien elements that both intrigued and terrified them. As they set foot on the foreign soil, Jane whispered to Alex, "I hope we can find answers here." Suddenly, a strange creature emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing ominously. The siblings exchanged nervous glances before John bravely stepped forward, saying, "We come in peace. We seek knowledge about our ancestors and their connection to this world." To their surprise, the creature seemed to understand them. It let out a series of clicks and chirps, attempting to communicate with the siblings. Jane, using her knowledge of linguistics, quickly picked up on the pattern and began responding in kind. As they communicated, Alex noticed a faint humming sound coming from the creature's body, which seemed to be translating their words into its own language. The creature led them to an ancient temple hidden within the landscape. Inside, they discovered an archive of information about their ancestors and their involvement with this alien civilization. As they explored further, Ada, their ship's computer, began to piece together the story: their ancestors had been part of a secret alliance, working together to protect both Earth and the universe from a terrible threat. With newfound determination, John, Jane, and Alex knew that they must continue their mission. They needed to save their planet and the universe, relying on their sibling bond and hope for good among aliens. The three siblings walked out of the temple, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that the fate of two worlds rested in their hands. John, his sister Jane, and their brother Alex stood at the control panel of the USS Intrepid, the spaceship they had inherited from their late grandparents. They were on a mission to uncover the truth about their family's involvement with an ancient alien civilization. "I can't believe we're finally doing this," Jane whispered, her eyes wide with excitement. "It feels like something out of one of Grandpa's stories." Alex nodded in agreement. "Let's hope we don't run into any space pirates or Zorblaxians," he joked, referring to two types of hostile alien species they had encountered in the past. "Ada, do you have any information on the location of this ancient civilization?" John asked, addressing their ship's computer, Ada. "Affirmative, Captain John," Ada's voice chimed. "The civilization is located on a hidden world near the edge of the galaxy." As they ventured deeper into space, the siblings faced numerous challenges, from navigating asteroid fields to evading rogue drones. Through it all, their bond grew stronger, and they relied more heavily on Ada's guidance. Finally, they arrived at the hidden world, a lush and vibrant planet teeming with life. As they explored its surface, they discovered the remnants of an ancient city, overgrown but still standing tall. "This must be where our ancestors lived," Jane marveled, her voice filled with awe. "They were part of something so much bigger than we ever imagined." As they delved further into the ruins, they uncovered evidence of their family's involvement in a great conflict, one that threatened not only Earth but the entire universe. And at its center was an ancient artifact, capable of either saving or destroying everything they held dear. With time running out and the fate of both planets hanging in the balance, the siblings had to make a choice: save Earth or the entire universe. They knew that their connection as siblings, combined with Ada's support and hope for good among aliens, would be their only chance at success. As they approached the hidden world, John, Jane, and Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The ship's computer, Ada, warned them that the ancient alien civilization was guarded by advanced technology. "What if we can't find a way to communicate with them?" Jane whispered, her voice trembling. "Don't worry, we've got each other's backs," John reassured her. He turned to his younger sister and added, "And Ada will help us too." Suddenly, the USS Intrepid's hull began to shudder. "Alert! Intruder alert!" Ada's calm voice echoed through the ship. The siblings exchanged worried glances. "I'll handle this," Alex volunteered. As the ship's engineer, he was responsible for defending their vessel against any potential threats. He rushed to the control room and started working on the shields. Meanwhile, John and Jane entered a dimly lit corridor, hoping to find a way into the alien city. "I wonder if they'll be friendly or hostile," Jane speculated nervously. "We won't know until we try," John said, his voice full of determination. As they ventured further, they stumbled upon an ancient room filled with mysterious artifacts. To their amazement, the objects began to glow and a holographic message appeared before them. "Greetings, Earthlings. We are the Guardians of the Galaxy," the hologram spoke in a soothing voice. "Why are they talking to us?" Jane asked, her heart pounding. John stepped forward, eager to hear more. "We have been watching you for a long time. Your ancestors were part of our great alliance, and now it is time for you to carry on their legacy." The siblings exchanged glances once more, realizing that they had been chosen for a reason. With newfound purpose, John, Jane, and Alex continued their journey, determined to save both Earth and the universe from the impending threat. The siblings stood in the bridge of the USS Intrepid, their eyes fixed on the holographic map of their current location. "So, we're going into uncharted territory," John said, his voice tense with anticipation. "That's right," Ada confirmed. "The ancient civilization on this planet is hidden from the majority of spacefaring races, but your ancestors were involved with them. We must find the truth and protect it." Jane leaned forward, her fingers gripping the console. "What do we know about these Guardians of the Galaxy? Can we trust them?" Alex shook his head, a glint of determination in his eyes. "We don't have a choice. We must listen to their guidance and follow it, or we risk losing everything." As they descended through the planet's atmosphere, the siblings exchanged glances, feeling a sense of unease creep over them. The landscape below was unlike anything they had seen before, a mix of organic structures and advanced technology that seemed to defy logic. Suddenly, a holographic message appeared in front of them, the voice of one of the Guardians speaking with a mixture of reverence and urgency. "You have been chosen for this task, not just by your ancestors, but by the universe itself. You must act swiftly and with courage to save both Earth and all that exists beyond." The siblings locked eyes, nodding in agreement. "We'll do whatever it takes," John declared, his voice steady despite the rising stakes. Together, they embarked on their quest, guided by the words of the Guardians, determined to protect their home and the universe from a looming threat. And as they delved deeper into the mysteries of the ancient civilization, the siblings discovered that the key to saving everything lay within their own hearts – and the unbreakable bond between them. As John, Jane, and Alex continued their journey through the vastness of space, they found themselves growing closer as siblings. One day, while exploring the USS Intrepid's archives, they stumbled upon a mysterious message in an ancient language. "What do you think this means?" asked Jane, showing the message to her brother and sister. "It looks like it could be some sort of code or instruction," replied John, examining the strange symbols closely. "We should show this to Ada." Ada, the ship's computer, analyzed the message and revealed that it was an invitation from a long-lost alien civilization. The siblings were astonished by this discovery. "So, our ancestors were connected to these aliens?" wondered Alex, looking at his sister and brother. Jane nodded. "It seems so. We have to find out more about them." As the trio explored further into the ancient alien civilization's history, they discovered that their ancestors had been guardians of a powerful artifact capable of destroying both Earth and the universe. The siblings realized that their ancestral bond was more than just blood; it was a connection to a cosmic responsibility. "We have to decide what we're going to do," said John, his voice filled with determination. "Are we going to save Earth or the entire universe?" Jane and Alex exchanged glances before responding in unison. "Both!" The siblings huddled together in the dimly lit control room, their faces illuminated by the flickering screens. John's voice was steady as he spoke. "We've come so far, and we can't give up now." "But what if we fail?" Jane whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "What if this is the end of everything we know?" Alex grinned, his confidence unshaken. "Failure isn't an option. We were chosen for a reason. We have to save both Earth and the universe." As they continued their conversation, the siblings grew more determined, their sibling bond strengthening with each passing moment. They knew that whatever lay ahead, they would face it together, and they would not let their ancestors' legacy fade away. John, Jane, and Alex sat in the command center of the USS Intrepid, their expressions serious as they discussed their next course of action. "We can't just abandon Earth, Alex," Jane said firmly. "But if we stay, we might not have enough time to save both planets," Alex pointed out, glancing at the holographic display showing the countdown until the impending cosmic event. "Then we need a plan," John suggested, tapping his fingers on the control panel thoughtfully. "What if we try to find a way to stabilize the energy source causing the threat?" Jane asked, her eyes filled with determination. "It's worth a shot," Alex agreed, typing in coordinates into the ship's navigation system. As they approached the hidden world connected to their ancestors, the siblings felt an eerie sensation wash over them. Suddenly, the doors to the control room slid open, revealing a group of Zorblaxians with weapons drawn. "Surrender!" one of the aliens hissed, its eyes glinting menacingly. John, Jane, and Alex exchanged nervous glances before responding in unison: "We come in peace." The Zorblaxians hesitated, then lowered their weapons. "You are the descendants of the ancient ones," one of them said, its voice a mix of curiosity and awe. "You have been chosen to carry on their legacy." The siblings exchanged glances once more, realizing they had no choice but to trust the Zorblaxians. Together, they navigated through the hidden world, solving puzzles, and deciphering ancient messages from the Guardians of the Galaxy. As they uncovered the source of the cosmic event, they discovered a way to save both Earth and the universe, forging a bond between their species that would last for generations to come. The siblings, John, Jane, and Alex, were sitting around the ship's control room, discussing their next move. "We can't just abandon our mission," John said firmly. "Our ancestors trusted us with this knowledge, and we have to see it through." "But what if the threat is too great?" Jane asked nervously. "Then we face it head-on," Alex declared. "Together, we can overcome anything." As they continued their journey, they came across a derelict spacecraft adrift in the void. Approaching cautiously, they discovered that it belonged to a species called the Zorblaxians. To their surprise, the ship's AI, named Zork, was friendly and eager for company. "My people have been searching for allies," Zork explained. "We've fought many battles, but we have never given up hope." The siblings exchanged glances, realizing that they shared a common bond with Zork and his people. They knew that the threat to their universe was growing, and they needed all the help they could get. Together with Zork, they devised a plan to infiltrate the hidden world of their ancestors, while also protecting themselves from any potential traps or deceptions. As they entered the ancient civilization, John, Jane, and Alex marveled at the advanced technology and intricate designs that surrounded them. They knew they had been chosen for this moment, and they were determined to prove themselves worthy of their ancestor's trust. With Zork at their side, they faced each challenge with courage and determination, learning more about themselves and the universe in which they lived. As John, Jane, and Alex stood before the entrance to the hidden world, they exchanged nervous glances. "What if we're not ready for this?" whispered Jane, her voice barely audible amidst the eerie silence. "We've come too far to turn back now," said John firmly, his eyes scanning their surroundings. "We have to try." As they stepped inside, a holographic message appeared before them, projecting images of the Guardians of the Galaxy. "Greetings, mortal travelers," the voice boomed. "You have been chosen for this task. The fate of Earth and the universe lies in your hands." The siblings exchanged another glance, this time determined. "We accept our responsibility," Alex declared. "Let's find out what we need to do." Navigating through a labyrinth of ancient corridors, they discovered an archive filled with mysterious artifacts. Ada, their computer companion, began translating the symbols and inscriptions on the walls. "This says that our ancestors were guardians of this knowledge," she reported. "But something went wrong." Jane pointed at a glowing symbol on the wall. "What does this mean?" Ada translated: "It warns of an imbalance that could lead to the destruction of everything." "We have to find the source of this imbalance and restore balance," John decided. "Together, we can do it." As they continued their quest, the siblings' bond grew stronger, their unity a beacon of hope against the darkness that threatened both Earth and the universe.

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FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 4 - Off the hook

Tap, tap, tap...

As Samara lay back on the hard wooden bench that doubled as her bed in the cell of one of Limsa Lominasa's vast array of prison hulks, the incessant tapping of water dripping onto metal was her only company. 

Gods, what a mess she was in. Staring up at the rotting wooden boards of the hull, she tried to peek through the tiny gaps to get an idea of the time. It felt as though she had been waiting in this cell for the better half of a day. Surely it couldn't take much longer for the Yellowjackets to investigate and clear her of the trounced-up charges against her? Murder and thieving? What nonsense. It was self-defence! The group of pirates that ambushed her on her way back to the city gates earned her wrath and the full force of her axe. It was hardly her fault that they picked the wrong mark and chose to pick up their flintlocks rather than run. 

Pushing herself up, she glanced around her bare cell. Aside from the bench, the only other piece of "furniture" was a bucket in the corner. Much like the rotting wood of the hull, the old iron bars of her cell had lost the battle to seawater and coastal winds and were rusted beyond all reason. In theory, she could break out if she wanted to. It would not take long to find a weak point she could exploit. She was still a ways off from needing to, but being caged and having little option but to leave her fate in the hands of strangers did not sit well with her. Rumours of corruption in the yellowjackets were common in any inn around Limsa.

Tired of simply lying back on the uncomfortable piece of wood, Samara took to pacing her cell, peering out into the gloom to try and catch sight of any other prisoners on the barge. She heard the noises of other cellmates elsewhere in the ship, groans of pain and yells of anger echoing through the halls, but it seemed she had this part of the ship to herself. 

"Lucky me..." She muttered under her breath as she leaned against the bars of her cell, pulling hard on a few of the weaker-looking bars to test them. That is until she heard large booming footsteps heading in her direction. Peeking out of the bars as much as she could, she saw the gaudy yellow of one of the approaching guards before she could make out the rest of the Roegadyn man. Another Roegadyn followed behind him but remained near the entrance to the cells, a tall woman wearing a completely different garb than the man. 

The man paced up to stand in front of her cell, looking down at her with an almost smug look on his face. "Seems it's your lucky day lass. You're off the hook for the murder charges but not the thieving. Now you have a choice: lose yer 'and or yer freedom."

Samara moved a few steps back from the cell bars at the comment. "Umm...come again? Lose my hand? For what? I already told you I did not steal anything. All the coin and ore I had on me was from legitimate business dealings."

"This ain't about the coin and ore, love. That axe of yours is a fine piece of craftsmanship. Finer than even some Lominsan Smiths can make. There is no way you could afford something close to that with the coin you had. You stole it from somewhere. I'd bet me last gil on it. "

"Well, then you'd be broke as well as dumb. How many times do I have to tell you I didn't steal shit! That axe is mine and always has been. I made it. Not all of us were dropped off the side of a ship head first as a babe." Samara leaned against the bars of her cell, barely held in rage bubbling to the surface as she glared at the Roegadyn man. 

The Roegadyn man stood at his full height, looking down at Samara with a sneer. "The Admiral is being merciful. You take up arms in the name of the Maelstrom, and maybe, just maybe, we can turn you into a fine upstandin' member of society. Otherwise..."

"Or you'll what? Beat me black and blue? Try and turn me into chum for the fish? Go ahead. Try me. You'll end up like those pirates; I can guarantee it." Samara held her arms out in a taunting manner, inviting him to try something. She may have been half his height, but she was almost sure she was as strong as him. However, her desire for a brawl was snuffed out rather swiftly. 

"Enough, Lieutenant Wanndaeg. I will speak with her." called out a voice to the side. A woman with a deep but melodic voice. 

"But Admiral..." the man attempted to say his piece, but one look from the woman caused him to fall silent. 

"Lieutenant." There was an edge to the woman's voice, clearly not liking being questioned. The man swallowed thickly before saluting the woman and quickly exiting the room. 

With a sigh, the Roedagyn woman returned her attention to the Au Ra. She stood with her hands folded behind her, levelling the caged Au Ra with a level gaze, not the accusatory glances she was used to. "You handle yourself well in battle. Witnesses to the pirates' attack claimed they were overwhelmed easily despite their advantage in numbers. You would do well amongst the Maelstrom."

Samara let her head sink again with a deep sigh leaving her before she glanced up at the Admiral again. "Do I need to repeat myself to you as well? I did not steal anything. That axe is mine, and if you dare claim it as your own, then believe me, this cell will not stop me from getting it back." 

"I am not offering you the position as a punishment. More as a means of employment. As I understand it, you are still an itinerant adventurer. However, being of a people rarely seen in this land, finding work not handed to you by the Adventurer's guild has proven challenging, no?" 

Samara kept quiet at that. Work had been difficult to come by. Those less well-travelled were intimidated by Au Ra. Then you had the Elezen. Those with connections to Ishgard believed Au Ra were connected to dragons, and those without thought they would be more of a hassle to work with because of language barriers. 

The Admiral noticed her silence and commented further, trying to sweeten the arrangement. "Nor are you being conscripted; it should be said. If you choose to join us, it will be part of your dealings with Adventurers Guild, and as such, you would be dispatched on any number of duties more catered to your skill set."

"I'll admit you've lost me a little bit. Why the change in tactics? Your man back there was ready to ring my neck, lop off my hand, or force me into service. Also, where is my damn axe?"

With a sigh, the Admiral turned to look in the direction the Roedagyn man had left. "Lieutenant Wanndaeg has spent too much time on these prison hulks rather than patrolling the streets of Limsa Lominsa. He is of the opinion that anyone who turns up here cannot be innocent and must atone in some manner."

"As for your weapon. That is a more complicated situation. A smith in the trade quarter is claiming it as his own. I have no reason to doubt his word...nor yours. I will need proof to confirm either way."

"You claim you made the axe; what can you tell me about its construction that would confirm your claim? I have an independent smith that I trust examining the weapon."

Samara leaned back against the wall, reciting from memory the few details that another would not easily know. "The heads made of doman iron smelted using eastern methods, which makes the metal less flexible. Iron in the east has more impurities than what is found in these parts. I added small amounts of durium to make it more durable so the metal could bend instead of breaking on hard hits. The handle is doman pine and wrapped in gyuki leather with three coloured ribbons attached, one red, one purple and one white." 

The roegadyn woman raises a brow slightly. "Hmm, I will admit I did not expect such a detailed response." 

Samara shrugged faintly, watching the other woman cautiously. "So you presumed me a liar? Regardless, am I free to leave?" 

The Admiral approached her cell, taking out a large iron key from her pocket and opening the cell. "Indeed. Should your claim be verified, your weapon will be returned to the adventurers guild within the next day. Do keep in mind my offer. Miss...?"

"Most call me Samara, but you Westerners love your family names, so Kha will do.

"Miss Kha. Very well. I pray you can overlook this messy situation. If you can, this may be the start of an arrangement from which we both stand to benefit. 

The Admiral dipped her head before heading out the way the lieutenant did, leaving Samara to her thoughts. Not that there were many. The young woman quickly made a beeline for the exit as well, not wishing to waste any more time in the rotting wreck of a ship. The Admiral lost sight of her quickly, the black-scaled woman blending in with the shadows of Limsa's darkest corners effortlessly as the sun began to set.