#Ave-Nar

[mapsontheweb]

The word 'carrot' in European languages.

by Ave-Nar

[newbordeaux]

[of-monsters-and-werewolves]

Mr Swales Dialogue, but in broad Yorkshire Part 1

(Disclaimer: This isn't necessarily accurate to Whitby Yorkshire specifically, so much as it's just an example of a general broader 2022 accent from the county. Which is big. It's four counties in a trenchcoat. And the accent and dialect changes drastically from place to place. So take this with a pinch of salt, and acknowledge that as context.)

"Ah wudn't worry abart that mi sen, lass. Am not sayin' the' never wha', but the' wernt in my time. It's aw'reight fer them comin' and gooin' an' ' like, but not fer a young lass such as thee. Them from York and Leeds alluss ea'in' cured herrin' an' drinkin' tea an' lookin' art to buy cheap jet migh' du. I wunder mi sen who'd be arsed lyin' to 'erm - even't newspapers, which are fuller reight bollocks."

"Av gorrer gu back 'ome nar, luv. Mi granddaugh'er dunt like to bi kept waitin' when ' tea's on gu, an' it teks me sum time to get the'er."

[epikulupu]

AVARITINARCET

ID START ; a flag with 5 even stripes colored: brown, light brown, gold, dark yellow, yellow. on top in a diagonal going from right to left are 3 stripes colored brown, yellow, brown with a circle colored gold in the middle. in the center is a brown symbol of a circle with three smaller circles inside in a triangle shape, connected by curved lines in a circle. ; ID END

avaritinarcet !

a narcet label related to the deadly sin of greed and having npd, or the “avaritic” narcissistic archetype. narcet is a label describing ones relation to their npd and their narcissistic identity.

avaritic narc (🐸 👑) ; the deadly sin of greed. associated with yellow. symbol is the frog. this narc is characterized by a desire for material things, and a longing for all that can be had. wealth, objects, power. they want it all. optionally, they may be probe to lying and cheating to get what they want, but this is not a requirement. the idea is to reclaim this aspect of the narcissistic stereotype.

av + ar + i + ti + nar + cet

from "avaritic" and the suffix "narcet"

requested by no one, coined by us

id template by @ xdle-coxns

[o-wise-corvid]

“So, how’d you end up heeya?”

Maul and Fett had been locking down the ship for the last hour. Melicent was asleep against Maul’s chest and the two Fett children had interlocked their hands over their “Dadee’s” shoulders, the Kaminoan cooing softly to her curly-haired brother. Maul was… admittedly charmed by the way the two interacted. One moment, he was sure one of them would kill the other were Jango not between them. But then, just now, they seemed so soothed by the other.

It made him wonder if his little one would do well with a sibling.

He glanced down at her, trying to decide how to answer Fett’s query. What it would to truly be her father. What a gift. Maul had never been one for romantic encounters. He’d had a few liasons. But they’d not been relationships. Never more than a night, if that. Not always friendly, either. Sidious had never cared much if Maul vented a little steam; loyalty was his old master’s only concern. And Maul had honored that.

“I was a servant of a dark order of Force users, of which myself and my master were the only members. I was sent on a mission for him. I left his cause. Ran away.”

Fett walked beside him, up the corridor toward where they had agreed to eat with Ondler earlier in the day. “What made ya run?”

Maul’s shoulders lifted and dropped. Melicent hummed, opening her cornflower eyes to look up at him sleepily. “Papa…” Her eyes fluttered as he cradled her head in one of his hands.

“Oh.” Fett nodded. “Yeah, I get that.”

Maul allowed the misunderstanding to set unchecked. Fett was still an unknown variable. He wasn’t to be trusted completely. Regardless of his parental status. “We relocated across Nar Shadaa, to a factory complex. But it was fronting as a trafficking hub. It took some effort but we got clear of it. And then found Ondler. Which was almost too good to be true.”

“Yes. My impression was the same.”

Boba, the little boy, fussed a little and resituated himself in a better spot with his sister’s hand on top of his head. She made a low “eugh” noise and patted him.

“Gettin’ free of that traffickin’ ring couldn’t ‘ave been easy.” Fett eyed Maul. “Your um… ordah. Like the Jedi Ordah?”

Maul ticked his head to the side a bit. “Something like that.”

“Uh-huh…”

___________________________________________________________________________

Fett’s expression was passive. Which was an achievement considering the Kaminoan child was gnawing on him with all the ferocity of a half-starved bat eel. This was apparently a regular occurrence, because the man had affixed a leather strap that covered his neck and shoulder. Little Ullo made a rattling little snarl and shook her head a little. Fett’s calloused, though graceful fingers patted her back soothingly. Well. Those of one hand. Boba had the other one. He seemed to be copying his big sister; the boy’s brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to gum his father’s hand clean off.

Melicent was not one to be left out of the party. Even if she wasn’t exactly keen on socializing with the Fett children. She’d hefted herself up toward Maul’s face, mashed it with her little hands, and promptly set to chewing on his nose. Maul held her close, one foot propped up on Ondler’s empty chair, and he and Fett chuckled at their respective little ones. Ondler’s tooka circled them, bumping into the men’s legs and rearing up to sniff at the younglings.

“So, you boys-”

Maul sniffed and Fett rolled his eyes a bit at their title.

“-seem to be gettin’ on,” Ondler said, flipping his wok full of noodles, vegetables and Sorgan shrimp. “That’s good. We’re gonna take a little downtime here, so be sure and stock up in port. We gotta head to Nal Hutta next.”

Maul felt a slight tightening in the Force, markedly from Fett, as if the man’s jaw clenching was shrinking the room. The Mandalorian had mentioned bounty hunting, so contact with the Hutts wasn’t exactly unexpected. Judging by his reaction, it didn’t look like that contact was pleasant.

“You expectin’ trouble?” Fett asked, not batting an eye as his daughter snaked her long neck around his own and got a better grip on her chew strap with a low hiss.

“Not exactly,” Ondler replied, portioning out three bowls, which Maul was good enough to disperse with a little help of the Force. Fett glanced at the hovering dishes, but Ondler seemed completely unfazed. So the Mandalorian snatched up his fork and dug in. “But it’s not wise to expect the best out of Hutt run worlds. Best to be prepared.”

Maul said nothing, adjusting his hold on Melicent. She traded her grip on his nose for his ear, but she was more interested in the earring in it than biting it. “Papa… mm.”

“Yes, I know I have an earring,” he murmured to her.

“Mm!”

“When you are older.”

“Mm…” The threat of tears in the soft voice made him glance at her, seeing blue eyes full of tears.

“... We can look for something tomorrow. Alright?”

“Mm mm.” And Maul was rewarded by little arms winding around his neck, and a content huff.

“She talkin’?” Fett asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Mm. Not exactly,” Maul said around a mouthful of noodles. “She speaks in her own way.”

“Uh-huh.” Fett slurped up a noodle, attracting the attention of his daughter. He offered her a shrimp and gave it a sniff, huge eyes trained on the small shellfish. And then she proceeded to try to swallow her father’s entire forearm.

“Ack- hey. What did Dadee say? Wait an’ I’ll give it to ya.”

Ullo withdrew her head almost all the way down to her shoulders, looking sheepish. “Dadeeee…” Her neck unfurled itself again and she bumped her forehead on his chin. Fett held the shrimp out again and she gently took it between sickle-sharp, fishy teeth and swallowed it whole. “Mm.”

Needless to say, Ullo got the rest of Jango’s shrimp.

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Maul had been to Nal Hutta before; the stench was still shocking. Which was a statement, coming from him. He wrinkled his nose against the stiff plume of rancid, polluted miasma that seeped into the ship as the boarding ramps extended. Fett’s helmet kept him from the accursed reek, but Ullo on his back and Boba on his front both pressed their faces against their father.

Melicent made a face that Maul had to admit was very like the one he was and put her hands over her nose. Maul tousled her curls as passengers began loading, many wearing air purifiers or simple cloth masks. She also accepted hiding her head in the folds of his vest.

“We oughtta get ‘em… somethin’ before we come here again,” Fett rasped. He tossed Maul a handkerchief from one of this belt patches and then promptly tied one around each of his children’s faces. Boba immediately yanked his off, however, and Ullo nearly smacked her head into the bulkhead trying to shake it off. Melicent tolerated hers all of two seconds longer and then yanked it off, and smushed her face back into Maul’s chest.

Fett and Maul gave each other what, even with Fett’s helmet, was a slightly pained, helpless shrug.

Finally, the last call for boarding was sounded and the loading doors were sealed. The smell faded quickly as the ship’s air scrubbers got to work and the kids relaxed, looking shyly at the crowd of passengers finding their way to sitting areas so they could strap in for the trip. Unlike other stops, the minority was human while the majority were Twi’Lek, Gamorrean and Devaronian. Hutts liked to have the three species under their employ; Twi’Leks were widely regarded as one of the most attractive species in the galaxy, Gamorrean were good security thanks to their toughness and strength, and Devaronians… that was actually a little odd. Perhaps there had been some sort of gathering that was now disbanding.

Maul closed his eyes, and cast out with his feelings, gauging the atmosphere as the engines thrummed, pushing the ship into the atmosphere. The floor rattled under his boots and he moved his hands to cover Melicent’s ears. She gripped his wrists in her little hands, eyes squeezing shut.

The crowd teemed with the regular, normal anxieties. Fatigue. Eagerness to be where they were headed. Worry about things behind. Concern of family. Friends.

Financial obligations.

No money.

Desperation.

Holding the ship at ransom.

Maul’s head snapped up and Fett reacted immediately, a hand dropping to his hip-holstered blaster. But Maul shook his head, gesturing to wait. The thread of emotion and vague thought solidified as Maul focused harder on it, taking hold of it like a taught wire in a dark room, and feeling around for any connections.

“Five,” Maul murmured to the Mandalorian, who quickly relayed the information in a text-comm to Ondler. “Not well equipped. Just hand weapons. I can subdue them easily.” He focused his gaze on Fett finally. “We should put the children down for a nap.”

Fett and Maul moved casually. They crossed their usual traveling spaces, which had little enclaves for baggage storage that had been repurposed to serve as protective enclosures just big enough for their little ones. Melicent’s eyes were large and scared as her Papa disengaged himself from her, but she was quiet. She could feel it, the approaching thunder clap. Maul pressed a confident, comforting caress to her little mind, feeling the fear inside her little heart.

Boba nestled against his sister in their enclave, the two clinging to each other and watching their Buir shut them in. Fett murmured something in Mando’a to them and Ullo made a soft, worried hum, hugging her brother extra tight.

Children safe and protected, Fett and Maul moved together. They winnowed their way into the crowd, Maul directing Fett with subtle tilts of his head. The Mandalorian reacted perfectly, stepping in behind a yellow-skinned Twi’Lek male and shoving his blaster hard into his back. The Twi’Lek didn’t react and began walking when Fett prompted. One down. Four to go.

Maul caught a human around the back of the neck, the pressure immediately rendering them unconscious. The Force caught them and Maul “escorted” the unaware hijacker toward a wall where he bound their hands and feet, and stowed them in a baggage compartment, the crowd and shadowed interior covering his actions.

Fett’s voice chirped in his earpiece. “Got two. They were together. Where’s the last-” The unmistakable peal of a blaster bolt cut Fett off and the crowd flattened almost instantaneously. Fett was hit, the blaster having found the unarmored junction of his shoulder and torso. He went down hard from the close range impact, a Nikto looming over him with a fierce snarl plastered to her scaly face.

Maul threw himself clear across the room, using his own body like a battering ram. The Nikto never saw him coming and while she was built like a wall, Maul hit her in the backs of her legs, sweeping them out from under her. She went down hard, but lifted her bare, spiked right foot, intent on bringing her six inch long, knife-sharp heel spur down on the Zabrak.

Until a blaster bolt amputated the foot cleanly, sending the detached appendage flying across the room. The crowd shrieked, cowering and shrinking… but it was over. That quickly, it was over.

Maul turned his head, looking for who had shot the Nikto. It was Fett. His helmet had slipped off and his face was a shade or two paler, but the Mandalorian’s still smoking blaster was still leveled at the moaning Nikto, an expression of grim determination on his features.

[anchanted-one]

Legend of Lightning Chapter 35: Unsafe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/110880382

Nar Shaddaa, An inn near the Promenade

Kira Carsen forgot to knock before entering her Master’s room. She cursed, but the other Jedi hadn’t been doing anything she needed to shy away from anyway.

He was speaking to Captain Stede and her crew via holo.

“Well, after what you did there’s no way I wouldn’t return the favor,” Vajra was saying amiably.

The First mate—Jerre, was it? —gave a gruff chuckle and answered. “Well, you’d ‘ave to possess a heart uh stone not to help free innocent people used as lab rats. Or, you’d have to be Risha. Oww,” he added half-heartedly as the shifty woman had smacked him on the back of the head.

“Do not judge me before walking a mile in my shoes,” she snarled.

“Cuz after that, ye’re safe,” Stede grinned. “Cuz you’re a mile away, and wearing her shoes.” Vajra, who clearly hadn’t heard that one before, burst out laughing as Risha rolled her eyes.

“You guys make it sound like I’m a cruel, heartless bitch,” Risha pouted. “It’s true that I often don’t act when there’s no profit in it, but that’s because ‘profit’ implies ‘business.’ Meaning, someone offers you terms, and you have the opportunity to try and weigh gains versus risks. You’ll find I never take up even good contracts if I don’t have time to think. In our line of work, sentiment and emotion get you killed.” She bit her lip.

“Sounds like you lost someone. Who was it?” Kira asked.

Risha’s answer was surprisingly reasonable, even though her expression grew sour as a Corellian lemon. “I might tell you, once I’ve gotten to know you. You’re clearly a sharp girl, so there’s a chance we could be friends.”

Kira gave a cheeky wink. “How about a date then? Just as soon as we’re done defusing Var Suthra’s bombs.”

“Pass.”

“She didn’t have to hurt me this bad,” Kira complained.

“I don’t plan dates months in the future, Jedi. We either have drinks today that ends with a night in bed, or nothing at all.”

“Healthy,” Kira nodded firmly. “I like it. Wish I’d known when you were right in front of me though.”

Risha rolled her eyes. “Well. You snooze, you lose, birdie.”

Vajra laughed. “Was the compensation suitable?”

“Twenty-five thousand credits, and a Jedi friend on speed dial? Perfectly suitable!” Juun said heartily. “Don’t forget, I’ve got dibs on taking you to your first real party once you turn adult!”

“So long as I can bring my friends with me.”

“Sweet! A bigger party! See you around, little Knight!”

The call ended, and Kira’s Master turned his attention to her. “What’s up?”

“I found it kinda fun to flirt right in front of my Master,” Kira noted. “Master Kiwiiks would have sent me to bed without supper. And given me scolding soup for breakfast.”

“And I just sat there cheering. I think I’m a bad Master. Perhaps the kind saint can mend my wicked ways?”

“Down, boy!” Kira smirked.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes. I want my next lesson.”

“Really? Okay then, sing me a lullaby to show me how good your voice is—”

“Not a singing lesson, you dumbass! Err, I mean: dear, sweet Master. Lightsaber Forms!”

“Oh, right!” He flipped onto his feet. “T7?”

The droid, which had been at rest, woke up with a “Dwoooo?”

“Keep watch till I return, would you? My Padawan here needs to be taught a lesson.”

<Acknowledged!>

Waving her over, the younger Jedi ran for the window.

“Umm… I’m using the door, thank you. Don’t feel like falling seventeen floors.”

He had disappeared by then, but he obviously got the gist, since she got a call seconds later. “Consider this a warmup!” he said, the sound of wind sighing over his voice.

A grumbling Kira caved, following her Master’s exit so that she could freerun her way after him. “It’s good exercise,” she muttered to herself grudgingly. Her body was still rusty after all.

She had to make her own way to the warehouse, since she had no idea which way her Master had chosen. But perhaps that was a good point in favor of the lesson. It would teach her a way to get to out-of-reach objectives in the field. Given how busy it was, the people of Nar Shaddaa didn’t pay attention to the rooftops. There were many walkways and cranes this high up. Scaffolding. Droid-pilots that paid no mind if people leapt on and off their trawlers. The occasional startled sentient.

Kira took a few more leaps, before jumping for a window. Unfortunately, her fingers weren’t strong enough to hold on, so there was a moment of stark fear before a hand shot out of the window and grabbed her.

“Hello again, stranger,” her Master grinned.

Kira almost screamed. “How did you know—”

“I stayed close enough to keep an eye on you. What kind of Master would I be if I let you fall to your death?”

“But the window! How did you know?!”

“Oh, that? I saw the path you were taking. I had a feeling the window might prove a weak point. Work on your fingers, eh?”

“Um. Sure. Pull me up, maybe?”

He considered her before shaking his head. “I think you’ve got this.”

Kira was annoyed for a flash, but relented. While Vajra would always have her back on the field, that didn’t mean she should slack off. Her ultimate goal was to become strong enough to defend herself against the great Sith, after all.

Gritting her teeth, she tried again. With a mighty effort, she pulled herself onto the ledge, and from there, got inside the abandoned room beyond it.

“Calming breaths,” she told herself. As she meditated on her breathing to calm her nerves, her Master rubbed her hands for her. “Treating me like a queen, aren’t you?”

“How am I supposed to treat you?” he asked.

“Like a student? Give advice, or encouragement?”

“Oh.” He patted her head roughly. “Good girl!” he said in a deliberately unenthusiastic tone.

She snorted before laughing. “You’re a fucking riot, Boss!”

“Take your time. The warehouse is just across the street, so we can take the boring way from here. I think we’ve achieved sufficient warmup, no?”

Kira followed her Master down the stairs. They were clean, for Nar Shaddaa. No sticky, smelly stuff “Boss?”

“Yes, Minion?”

“You seem to have gotten close to Captain Stede’s crew.”

“They’re… friendly. Stede, especially. Besides, I saw them fighting the good fight on two separate occasions. They really stepped up, even when our Military didn’t.”

“I’m just saying. Remember that they’re smugglers. There’s always a chance they’ll try to get you to help them sneak some contraband past customs.”

“You got a point. But I thought you liked Risha?”

“What, the queen of all the conceiteds?” Kira pulled a face. “No, absolutely fucking not! I was just practicing. I plan on going hunting soon. This may be Smuggler’s Moon, but there’s a lot of decent people my age. I really want to get one good fuck in before my twentieth birthday. It’s been more than a year now.”

It was just a few days off now…

“Is there anything I can get you for your birthday?” the boss asked.

“I don’t need anything big. A tiny token of appreciation will do. Like what I gave you!”

“Right,” he nodded. “I understand. I still have no fucking idea what to get you. Would you like a puppy?”

While Kira wanted nothing more than to coo at a lil black floof all day long, she had to shake her head regretfully. “That falls under ‘attachment,’ Master. Bad for Jedi and saints.”

“Oh, right,” he frowned. “Oh, I know!”

“What?” Kira asked interestedly.

“I’ll make it a surprise—”

“Oh no you don’t! Spill it!”

“Just something I saw in a shop nearby. In addition, let’s see if we can’t finish up early over here, and get that vacation you were asking for!”

“I like that idea!” Kira rubbed her hands eagerly. “We can invite Jazz along, too!”

“Hopefully, Master Kiwiiks will make it in time too.”

“Yep! Even if the Council lets me switch Masters, I still love her to the two moons and back. I want her there with me when I cut that cake! But who else do we call… Ranna?”

“The Kalikori still won’t leave their region, let alone Tython.”

“Ah, right.”

“You want to call the ‘Party Crashers?’”

“I like them,” Kira admitted. “But not that much.” They stopped at the crossing, waiting for the change in traffic signals. Nar Shaddaa had quite a strange selection of speeders, or rather, strangely decorated speeders. They were all painted in neon colors, with holographic stickers slapped all over them. Some even gave off a lot of nontoxic smoke, more like a fashion statement than burning primitive fossil fuels.

This place was full of neon lights. It had never bothered her before, but Tython had undone her acclimatization.

“Do you get much sleep in this kind of place?” she asked her Master, who grunted.

“After what we’ve seen, I don’t know if I want to,” he sighed.

Kira shivered. “Shit. I’d managed to ignore that for nearly four hours today. I know what you’ll do with the project, but what will you do with the sub—the people?”

The boss took a long time to answer. “Rehabilitation.”

“And if that’s not an option?”

“It has to be,” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t take the alternative.”

“Well, come on! I’m ready for my lesson!” He dithered nervously, obviously daunted by the mess of vehicles. Kira took his hand. “It’s okay, Boss. No sweat. See? Nothing to it.”

*

The Promenade, The Next Day

Vajra heard the music as the elevator door took its first crack open. Before he could do more than register the fact, the doors parted and allowed him an unobstructed view of the SIS Safehouse. That was indeed music being played on the base’s sound system, and some of the people were weakly dancing to it. Several serving droids went from group to group, offering food and beverages to the employees.

Several of the larger monitors were tuned into a live game of Huttball, which was what held most of the people’s attention. They all reacted enthusiastically to goals, tackles, passes, and pitfalls, each providing their own commentary.

“Did I miss something?” Kira wondered. “They seem so relaxed!”

“Ahhh, Jedi, come on in!” Chief Rieekan called, sounding like he’d had at least a few glasses of the harder drinks. “We’re celebrating your success in the Power Guard project! You really came through! Found a needle in a haystack in record time, then sent the Imp bastards packing! Amazing victory! Haven’t had an occasion to celebrate like this in years!”

“But we’re not done yet,” Vajra reminded him. “We still have Power Guards unaccounted for. Agent Galen is still missing too. And then there’s the matter of Lord Sadic.”

“Agent Galen is probably dead by now,” Rieekan said somberly. “It’s been a while since he’s gone missing, but we still haven’t seen any signs that the Imps got Intel out of him. As for Sadic and the missing Guards, he’s probably taken them back to his Master.”

“Don’t we have to confirm that first?” Kira questioned. “While those scenarios do seem quite likely, we can’t just assume that’s the case.”

“And we’re not,” Rieekan reassured her. “It’s been a rough few weeks, so my people need the morale boost. But I promise, we’ll get back to work by 16:00. In the meantime, have some food! We got takeout from a good Corellian restaurant nearby.”

With that, he turned and loped back to the party, immediately cheering at a good pass.

“For what it’s worth, I agree with you,” a Twi’lek sidled up to them. “Now’s not the time to get lax.”

“You’re… Agent Tander, right?” Vajra confirmed.

“That’s right. Listen, can you do me a favor? There’s stuff happening nearby. Unusual foot traffic into several nearby warehouses. More than the ordinary amount of comm static. Power fluctuations too.”

“You want me to check it out?”

“Please,” Tander nodded furiously. “Please! I’ll send you the locations of the warehouses. Call me directly if you need support. Or have anything to say whatsoever.”

*

“What’s the plan?” Kira asked, as she followed the Boss out onto the shop floor.

“We have to split up,” he replied. “I’ll check out the warehouses—if anyone wants to muster an assault force, that’s where they’d put them. You ask around the Promenade. See if it’s just the base that’s been getting the comm problems. Don’t ask around too long. Once you’re done, head over to the nearest comm tower. See if there’s anything wrong there. T7, look at the generators. See why there might be problems. If you find any hostile forces, call me in at once, do not engage. Both of you.”

“Got it.” <Affirmative!>

Kira decided to try the cantina before stopping random passers-by in the markets. She joined the queue of people waiting to get inside. There weren’t many yet, just seven. It was a good number, Kira thought. Perhaps she might get lucky and a few guards might discuss what she needed to know.

Or, she might see the disturbance for herself.

She paid close attention while attempting to appear the non-suspicious kind of impatient. She tapped her foot and craned her neck. She looked around and grumbled from time to time, trying to give the impression of a girl who wanted to grab a quick drink before her superior noticed she was missing.

The guards stirred eventually.

“Think the game’s still on?” the Nikto asked.

“I hope so,” replied the Houk. “Our shift ends soon. It’s always fun to watch those mooks fall into the stun traps!”

“Really? The shock cage traps?” the Nikto laughed. “Not interested in the brawls, the tackles, the biting, the hairpulling?”

“Yeah, those are fun too!” the Houk laughed. “But nothing beats the expression on a poor sod’s face when the shock cage goes off!!

Both men laughed. “Speaking of shocks, do you think there might be another—”

“I doubt it. Things feel stable now. Gave me a headache, though!” He suddenly bit his lip and looked around. “Careful what you say, you moron! Want to get us in trouble?”

“Right. Sorry.”

Kira turned that exchange over in her head. To her, that sounded like talk about the power fluctuations. But it had been rather vague! It could have been anything else, including a malfunction in the sound system. Or an influx of rowdy, would-be patrons who got turned away.

She flashed her ID, submitted to the security scan, then handed over her lightsaber to the guard. Most patrons simply checked in their weapons at this counter, but others, like Mandalorians, Sith, Jedi, Cartel bosses, refused to be parted with theirs. Some there were, who came with expensive weapons, and were wary of handing over their weapons to security. For such people, this cantina allowed them to keep them on their persons so long as they consented to a device which stopped them from being fired.

The man behind the counter slapped on this device, then pressed the button a few times to ensure that it was working. He then handed it back to her with a nod and a “Have a good day, Miss!”

Kira went inside and walked to the bar. The muscled barmaid turned to her with a bright smile after catering to a short Twi’lek with blue skin.

“What can I get you, hon?”

“I’ll have a pomace brandy and some nachos, please. And a salsa dip, if that��s not empty yet.”

“For you, anything!”

“Nice morning, isn’t it?” Kira asked as the cheerful woman worked. “The sort which makes you think nothing can go wrong?”

“I know what you mean,” she replied. “Sadly, that kind of thing’s rare here on Nar Shaddaa. Always some kind of trouble brewing. Nothing wrong today, thank the stars!”

“Cept for the crazy lights, eh, Marge?” someone behind her put in. “Rare for the Promenade to get hit with spotty power.”

Marge went stiff for a second, enough that some brandy spilled onto the counter. “It happens,” her cheer was sounding a bit forced. “Anything can cause that kind of problem. Routine maintenance, unexpected damages…”

“But some of the biggest deals on the planet are conducted here,” her coworker insisted. “Including the biggest Hutts. Wouldn’t they be unhappy with even the smallest distractions?”

She cleared her throat. “Yes. I suppose.” She shoved the drink at Kira. “Oh, your nachos.” She hurriedly scooped some into a small bowl for her, and put a small tub of salsa to go with it. That’ll be seven credits… thank you hon! Have a good day!”

As Kira walked away, she heard her whisper furiously “Haven’t you been here long enough to know that we pretend the signs aren’t happening when a customer’s around?”

Kira moved to one of the more distant tables, listening in on the conversations. She didn’t always hear anything of interest. A trio of young women were comparing notes on their hunt for employment.

“Ivorn accepted my application,” the raven-haired Zeltron said happily. “They’ve called me in for an interview.”

“They rejected me,” the dark human said. “But Ostek Solutions told me they’d be calling sometime today!”

“Ostek?” The lighter human asked. “I’ve never heard of them.”

“They’re a big cybernetics company…”

At a table several rows down were a pair of Republic soldiers, only identifiable by the badge she hadn’t seen until she was this close to them. They returned Kira’s friendly smile.

“Morning, Jedi! You look familiar…” said the male, a tall human with caramel hair.

“Hey there, Soldier. Not interrupting a date, am I?”

“We’ve probably been here too long anyway,” the woman was a Nautolan with blue skin.

“Wish we could be here longer. Today’s been a real mess!”

“Damn! I’m sorry to hear that,” Kira said sympathetically. “Not the ‘people are getting hurt’ kind of mess, I trust? Going by your tone!”

“Oh, we’d love that kind of mess!”

“We joined up to shoot and blow stuff up after all!”

“No, our problem is more on the level of electrical malfunctions. Our main server got fried from all the power surges!”

“We keep getting static on comms.”

Kira looked around covertly. “I’m actually in here for a favor to SIS right now,” she said softly. “There’s this agent who’s spooked by this. Worried that it means something is building up. Have you been on Nar Shaddaa long? Have you seen this happen before?”

Kira’s words had caused a change in the soldiers’ bearing, slight though it was.

“We weren’t worried, but I can see why it might be a red flag,” the woman replied.

“Yeah… on larger worlds, this kind of problem was sometimes seen when the Imps were masking a major raid. Can’t believe I didn’t think of it before.”

“We’ll head back to our unit,” the woman said. “The Ambassador might be in danger.”

“If the Imps do something in the Promenade—”

“Not openly, but there’s always that risk. Especially if they’ve found themselves a scapegoat.”

“Thanks for the info, guys. Hopefully it’s just an Astromech that had one too many memory wipes.”

The soldiers left at once, and Kira hurriedly finished off her meal before following suit. The man at the door removed the suppressor on her Lightsaber before bidding her a good day.

Kira thought she had what she needed. She made straight for the comm tower next. It was an effort to maintain a slow pace. Indecision plagued her. She wondered if it was a good idea to check the tower at all.

“I’ve scoured the second warehouse,” the boss whispered on his comm. “It’s empty. Moving on to the third."

“Master,” Kira whispered. “Something definitely feels wrong. The people at the cantina were on edge, and some soldiers I met agreed that it was fishy. Maybe I should just go back to the safehouse. If the enemy attacks, the Agents will all need someone to defend them.”

There was silence for a moment.

“Master?”

“It’s too dangerous. Don’t go in without me. I’ll meet you by the South Entrance. T7, do you have anything to repo—”

T7 interrupted suddenly, which almost made Kira drop her comm. “Trouble = located! Sabotage = confirmed! Bypasses found = 133! Low-yield detonite charges found = 26! Timer countdown: 58 seconds! Blackout = imminent!”

“Kira, please wait for me! Kira!”

“Tell you what, Boss. I’ll give you three minutes, then I go in.”

There was no response, only the sound of wind blowing.

*

Vajra arrived only a few seconds after Kira’s timer ran out. He’d pushed past his limits today, so he was breathing hard when he finally caught upto her.

“Master!” Kira whispered. “Did I make you run?”

“You almost made me scream,” he replied. “And not in the good way. You’ve gotten better, but I think you’re a week or two away from being able to handle a small army on your own.”

The words seemed to delight his redheaded friend. “Only that long?”

“What can I say? You’re a quick study. Honestly, it’s only your endurance that we need to work on for now. When you can stay in the zone for close to an hour—”

Kira didn’t have to ask why he had trailed off. They could see a small queue entering the shop. While it wasn’t out of the ordinary for armed guards to escort a legitimate buyer inside, they did not hesitate when the alarm bells rang in their heads.

But they were forced to obey the neutrality laws while out in the open, and therefore did not charge. It took a further forty agonizing seconds to close the gap. When they were close enough, Vajra killed the pair on guard with a stab through the chest. Their bodies stayed upright; Kira having Seized them through the Force.

“Master—”

“I noticed. We have no choice; we have to defend the agents, and these guys don’t stay down easy. Fast and hard!” Vajra’s voice sounded dead in his own ears, but he felt his old trepidation quivering at the back of his mind.

The second they entered the door, Kira Pulled in the frozen bodies so that they could be hidden from prying eyes, while Vajra continued on ahead to begin fighting the invaders, those poor, desperate people he had tried his best to protect.

The Power Guards. Ten of them, not counting the two Kira had stopped, had taken up position close to the elevator.

They had Imperial Commanders, of course, as they couldn’t themselves make decisions. This one, a ruddy female with a cruel sneer on her lips, screeched the command to attack in a voice like a vulture’s.

Vajra surged forth like a whip; vanishing from one spot, only to reappear in another, where his target felt his sting. The first six Guards tracked him fairly well, definitely better than unmodified soldiers could. Shots whipped through the air a heartbeat after he’d passed through. Indeed, to any outsider it might appear as though these Guards were a success, but to him they might as well have missed by a mile.

Indeed, Vajra knew that over they were no match for most higher-level Padawans, let alone full Knights.

The next four guards dropped their rifles and took out heavy viobroswords to take him on in melee combat. Vajra sidestepped their heavy blows, which sunk into the floor and pillars thanks to their awesome penetrating power.

Unfortunately for the cyborgs, this turned out to be their downfall. All four blades were momentarily stuck, leaving them momentarily exposed for the single strike which claimed their heads.

The formerly smug overseer started screaming wildly, but Vajra found no pity in his heart. He Pulled her with the Force, stabbing her through the chest.

The elevator beyond her was damaged, the doors torn out of their grooves.

Vajra leapt down the shaft, his landing and the sound it made both cushioned by the Force. He rushed out at once, and was not afforded the time to take stock of the situation; the SIS agents were being exterminated like rats.

Reigniting his Lightsaber, he first killed the overseer for this group—a light-skinned male—before going for the cyborgs, who were fanning out.

Four fell to his blade before anyone even realized what had happened, and another three before even their cybernetically enhanced reactions could keep up with. Of the seven remaining, two were definitely Mk-5s, given their obvious cyborg bodies. The other five were possibly Mk-3s or 4s.

Both 5s closed in for melee with massive vibroaxes while the others tried to surround them. They did not seem worried about friendly fire at all, opting to pepper everyone with a barrage. The 5s attacked in concert; one engaging face-to-face, the other flanking. Vajra’s blade blocked all three downward attacks while also reflecting the fire from the shooters back at them. Some of the blaster bolts bounced off an invisible wall around the 5s. He feinted a couple of hits at both of them, only to find that the Lightsaber blade bounced just like the bolts. He wondered if the shield was any stronger than one used by an elite trooper. He slipped out of the flanking 5’s attack vector when his instinct told him, and the axe crashed onto the ground and stuck there for a second. Momentarily clear of both 5s, there were a lot more shots that weren’t blocked before he needed to worry about them. His blade sang through the air, returning the bolts back where they came from.

The shooters took hits, but did not go down, their enhanced bodies better able to take such deadly blasts. He also noted that their wounds showed signs of healing already; the burns began to fade within seconds. Their regenerative factor was clearly working in high gear.

As Kira popped out of the shaft behind him, he called, “Stay back! I’ll handle these guys!”

He probed the 5s’ shields for weaknesses, hoping that they were upgraded versions of the personal shields that elite soldiers used. They were; it took three strikes to overload them, not counting the hits they took from their allies. But that didn’t mean they were vulnerable, at least not to blaster fire. The shots just bounced off their thick, armored shells.

But he did not think they’d last long against his Lightsaber, but he didn’t press his attack just yet; the agents were safe since he had the enemy’s attention after all.

No, he wanted to test these cyborgs, since there was a slight chance that the designs would get back to the Empire.

Which was why he drew out the fight, allowed them two hulking brutes the chance to push themselves to their limits.

The 5s were being hit by not only direct fire, but bolts reflected off his blade as well. The constant attacks were quite damaging to their armor, and pretty soon, chunks of metal were falling to the floor and leaving their weak inner parts exposed.

In addition, their speed was fueled by the many gears, pistons, and other moving parts in their cyborg frames. Powerful though they made them, such parts quickly built-up heat. Just as Vajra anticipated, the large Mk-5s began to overheat after just a few minutes of going toe-to-toe with him.

He decided not to risk a self-destruct. Going on the offensive, he sidestepped an attack before stabbing at a gap in her armor. His blade sank all the way into her heart, and he felt himself stumble for the fraction of a second, literally tripped by guilt.

He spun around and stabbed the second cyborg in the throat. Moments before his blow connected, he was shocked to see tears flowing in the otherwise emotionless face, a glimpse of sentience peeking through whatever programming that had been used to enslave them.

Anger and pain made him shudder and stop in his tracks for a moment, though he continued blocking all blaster bolts that came his way. Several of the shooters started going for their vibroswords while their comrades continued their relentless barrage.

He had slain the ones in the shop quickly in order to save the agents, but these, he tested. He swatted aside one strike after the next, barely needing to move. They responded alright to his feints at this speed, though they were slightly shaken by the strength in his blows. Only slightly.

Having tested their strength, Vajra decided to move on to reflexes and coordination. Abandoning his almost lazy defense, he began weaving in and out of their formation, pushing them into each other when someone charged too recklessly.

They crashed without uttering a sound, and rose again a few seconds later to resume their mindless attack.

Guns were starting to overheat now, and the remaining shooters noticed. They dropped their smoking weapons and also closed in. But now Vajra was certain he’d seen what he needed to.

Moving quickly, he began the grim task of slaying them; these poor, lost souls whom the overseer at the recruitment center had called ‘heroes.’

He gave them clean ends; his Lightsaber striking their hearts. Once they had fallen, he took a moment to gaze upon each of them. They became Power Guards to fight the Empire, or at least—as Jasme had put it—so that they could emerge from the shadow of their own weakness. Instead, they had become pawns in a game they should never have been forced to enter.

Their minds were gone; he was certain of that much. But he saw tears on several faces.

The sight conjured up a cold fist in his gut, which clenched and grabbed, twisting his inside into knots and making him dizzy.

“Master!”

“I’m alright, Kira. The Agents—”

“Those who aren’t already dead will probably live.” The voice had come from Agent Tander. “Two minutes. They tore through our fortified base in two minutes!”

“What the hell were these things?”

“I can’t tell you,” Vajra answered.

Tander’s eyes glowered. “Well, that’s just fine. Coz we’re not telling you anything either!”

“What?”

“Our people are dead! Dead! I kept telling Rieekan that we needed to leave, but we stayed here for YOU! And now look where that got us!”

“Shut your yap, Agent!” Kira barked. “I’m sorry for your loss, but your chief knew what was at stake! Why didn’t you? Did you think SIS stood for ‘Bake Sale Club’ or something? You’re doing dangerous but essential work here! And you think you had it hard? My Master here has been marked for death by DARTH FUCKING ANGRAL! He's been fighting for his life every ten steps!"

The Agent flinched.

“Kira,” Vajra said weakly, but she ignored him.

“You want to run away? Fine! Try finding a job in the SIS which is a hundred percent risk free! Up until this moment, you were part of an investigation into those things—” Kira pointed at the Power Guards. “At stopping more from ever being made, from another Sack of Coruscant. Or worse. But if you need to be forced to do the job you signed up for, maybe you shouldn’t be here at all. Go. Go! GOOOO!”

Tander bit his cheek, then headed for the elevator. “Yeah. If you need help, you can talk to Rieekan. He’s over there.” He pointed at a burned-out corpse close to the elevator.

“It’s been wrecked,” Vajra sighed. “You’ll have to wait till reinforcements arrive. Or use cables.” The Twi’lek snarled in fury, kicking the head of the Imperial overseer.

“Listen, Jedi… we don’t all feel the same way as him,” another agent said hesitantly. “You tried to keep us safe. You saved our lives. And like the Miss said, this is what we signed up for.”

Tander had whipped around. “No! I’m the ranking officer here now! I order you to remain silent, Agent Diaz!”

“Can’t hear you, Sir. Concussion.”

A Zabrak woman nodded. “Not the first time I’ve seen this happen. I hate it, but we need to act. The mourning can come later. And therapy. And a few stiff drinks.”

Several of the surviving techs began combing through the implants on the fallen Power Guards, the others joining in hesitantly.

Tander tried to intervene by grabbing one of the techs, but Vajra restrained him. “Words only. If you try to manhandle them, I will intervene.”

Tander gave him a sour look, then growled and sat on a seat closest to the elevator.

About half an hour later, help came. Several squads of Republic soldiers, led by a pair who greeted Kira like a friend.

“What are these things?” A soldier asked.

“Not a question I can answer,” Vajra shook his head. “Have you secured the building?”

“Yeah,” the soldier replied uneasily. “Hard to believe the Imps would attack a Republic building in broad daylight—right next to the kriffing Promenade! I hope they get kicked off world for this!”

“We can hope,” Vajra replied. “Unfortunately—”

“Right.”

“Get the bodies prepped for evac. Including the cyborgs. We can’t let the Hutts or Imps have them. Var Suthra will contact you about where they need to be taken.”

“Yes, Sir.” The man looked doubtful. Trust in Var Suthra had been shaken deeply. Perhaps rightfully so. Vajra clenched his teeth, thinking about the Power Guards’ cruel fates, fury burning in his chest.

It was nearly an hour after the soldiers had arrived, that the techs found a lead.

The first one to have spoken up earlier came up to him looking tired but satisfied. “We got lucky. These Mark Threes… they’re constantly tracking not just each other, but other higher models too. I think we found where the final bolt hole is.”

“Where is it?”

“At these coordinates.” He pressed a datapad into his hands. “Take these guys down, Sir. Kill the Imp at the other end.”

*

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När ska jag träffa en naprapat för knäsmärta? | Naprapat Kårells

Har du märkt att det verkar finnas fler knäskador nu än tidigare? När jag växte upp minns jag inte att så många människor drabbades av knäskador om de inte spelade fotboll eller basket. Normalt sett – åtminstone för mig – hände knäskador vanligtvis för högskole- eller proffsidrottare. Man hörde om det hela tiden på sportnyheterna på TV.

Besök oss : https://naprapatkarell.se/blogg/nar-ska-jag-traffa-en-naprapat-for-knasmarta/

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Fotbollskanalen https://www.fotbollskanalen.se/vm-2023/bonmati-och-putellas-hyllas-fantastiskt-duktiga/

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https://www.fotbollskanalen.se/vm-2023/svenska-oron-dagen-innan-vm-semifinal-jakobsson-saknades-pa-traning/ Sportbladet https://www.aftonbladet.se/sportbladet/a/bgBRBB/veronica-boquetes-rad-till-caroline-seger-infor-rysaren

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Seduta del CIPESS del 29 marzo 2023: si approvano una serie di provvedimenti in materia di infrastrutture e ricostruzione post sisma

Seduta del CIPESS del 29 marzo 2023: si approvano una serie di provvedimenti in materia di infrastrutture e ricostruzione post sisma. Nella seduta del CIPESS - Comitato interministeriale per la programmazione economica e lo sviluppo sostenibile - che si è tenuta ieri ,29 marzo 2023 , presieduta dal Vicepresidente del Consiglio dei ministri e Ministro degli affari esteri e della cooperazione internazionale Antonio Tajani, con la presenza del Segretario del CIPESS, Sottosegretario Alessandro Morelli,  si sono approvati una serie di provvedimenti in materia di infrastrutture e ricostruzione post sisma. Il Comitato ha autorizzato, relativamente alla linea ferroviaria AV/AC Verona-Vicenza-Padova, il nuovo limite di spesa del secondo lotto funzionale dell’attraversamento di Vicenza, di 2.180 milioni di euro, congruito da Italferr S.p.a. a prezzi 2023, autorizzando l’avvio dei lavori del primo lotto costruttivo e assumendo, ai sensi della legge n. 191/2009, articolo 2, commi 232 e 233, “l’impegno programmatico a finanziare l’intera opera”, quando saranno disponibili le necessarie coperture finanziarie. Si autorizza inoltre, l'avvio della realizzazione e l’assegnazione delle relative risorse disponibili per il lotto costruttivo n. 3 “Tunnel di base (completamento)” dell'intervento Nuova linea ferroviaria Torino-Lione - sezione internazionale - parte comune italo-francese. Sezione transfrontaliera», dal costo di competenza italiana pari a 1.274,32 milioni di euro. Il Comitato ha espresso, anche, parere favorevole - visto il parere NARS n. 1 del 2023 -  in ordine alla proposta di aggiornamento del Piano Economico Finanziario (PEF) e relativo schema di terzo atto aggiuntivo relativamente alla concessionaria Società Pedemontana Lombarda S.p.A., per il periodo regolatorio 2020-2024. Viene approvata la variazione del soggetto aggiudicatore degli interventi connessi alla realizzazione del “Deposito e restauro reperti archeologici”, quale opera compensativa nell’ambito del più ampio progetto “Linea C della metropolitana di Roma – tratta T3”. L’attuale soggetto aggiudicatore, individuato in Roma Metropolitane, viene sostituito dalla Soprintendenza speciale archeologia, belle arti e paesaggio di Roma e dalla Sovrintendenza capitolina ai beni culturali. Approvato anche un Addendum al secondo “Piano annuale degli interventi di ricostruzione degli edifici scolastici della città di L’Aquila e delle aree colpite dal SISMA del 6 aprile 2009” di cui alla delibera CIPE n. 72 del 26 novembre 2020. L’Addendum, predisposto dal Ministero dell’Istruzione e del Merito e proposto al CIPESS dal Ministro per la Protezione Civile e le Politiche del mare, consta di 12 interventi di edilizia scolastica, aventi un valore complessivo pari a circa 50 milioni di euro. Il Comitato ha infine udito l’informativa del Ministro della Salute concernente l’approvazione del finanziamento per la realizzazione della nuova sede dell’IZSAM (Istituto Zooprofilattico sperimentale di Teramo Polo Tecnico).... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

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