#Cosmic Forces

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

THE MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE CRUSHES ALL -- WHEN TWO GALAXIES COLLIDE.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a Hubble image of NGC 7714, a spiral galaxy 100 million light-years from Earth.⁣ 🔭+📸: ESA (European Space Agency) & NASA⁣.

MINI-OVERVIEW: "NGC 7714 is a spiral galaxy 100 million light-years from Earth — a relatively close neighbour in cosmic terms.

The galaxy has witnessed some violent and dramatic events in its recent past. Tell-tale signs of this brutality can be seen in NGC 7714's strangely shaped arms, and in the smoky golden haze that stretches out from the galactic centre — caused by an ongoing merger with its smaller galactic companion NGC 7715..."

-- ESA HUBBLE, "Hubble image of NGC 7714," first published in 2015

Acknowledgement: A. Gal-Yam (Weizmann Institute of Science)

Sources: https://esahubble.org/images/heic1503a, Picuki, & X (formerly Twitter).

[rrcraft-and-lore]

Rta - pronounced as Rih-tha (Sanskrit) and first originated as a concept in the Vedic religion during the period of 1500–1100 BCE. It stands for: Order, rule, truth

It is the principle of natural order in which the universe and everything in it flows and operates.

It consists of natural, moral, and sacrificial order - and isn't something prescriptive or forced on you, but a concept life, people, and the universe is supposed to uphold. The idea of the individual, their (your) actions in relation to Rta and fulfilling yours - your duty to yourself, the right thing - path, development, society, and the natural order of things. It's not always clear cut and defined as it's both broad and granular and applies to one's individual destiny shaped and guided by their actions in life and adhering (or not) to the various laws of life/universe/time/and the world/people around you.

The macro can affect the micro, and the micro's choices ripple through/resonate through the macro - eventually giving way to the concept of Karma.

In the Avestan (ancient Iranian - Zoroastrian) it is known as asa - divine truth, right, sacred order, or truth.

This concept exists in many ancient cultures and has continued through time today to be found as divine will - destiny/destined in popular fiction like The Wheel of Time with the Pattern and the Wheel's Will, the idea of the Ta'veren and in the case of Stephen King's brilliant Dark Tower series, Ka or Ka-tet In ancient Egypt, this was seen through Ma'at, the goddess of divine order, law, morality, and the concept existed beyond her as a principle because of/from her. Ma'at became a set of laws including 38 declarations based on truth, and adherence to divine order.

Think 10 commandmants but less catchy and more of them.

In Chinese philosophy we have Tao or Dao - the metaphysical concept found in Confucianism and Taoism and often translates to: the way, the path, the route - the cosmic force that can't be named or described and is of the natural harmony of all living things and the way they move. Seeking and being in tune with this harmony is the goal of Taoism.

This is just a short primer on shared concepts like this and how they've existed since the birth of cradle civilizations and continued through time in culture, and permeated fiction (old and new).

[blueheartbookclub]

"Unveiling the Mysteries: E. A. Wallis Budge's 'Egyptian Magic'—A Scholarly Odyssey into Ancient Mysticism"

"Egyptian Magic" by E. A. Wallis Budge serves as a captivating portal to the mystical world of ancient Egypt, where the realms of magic, religion, and spirituality seamlessly intertwined. Published in [year], this seminal work by Budge, a renowned Egyptologist, offers readers a comprehensive exploration of the magical practices and beliefs that permeated the daily lives of the ancient Egyptians. The title itself hints at the enigmatic allure that beckons readers into a realm where the boundaries between the mundane and the supernatural blur.

Budge, known for his extensive scholarship on Egyptology, brings to life the magical traditions of ancient Egypt with meticulous detail. The title "Egyptian Magic" acts as a prelude to a journey through the spells, rituals, and incantations that were integral to the spiritual landscape of this ancient civilization. Budge's prose, though rooted in academic rigor, retains a sense of wonder that makes the subject accessible to both scholars and enthusiasts alike.

One of the strengths of "Egyptian Magic" lies in Budge's ability to contextualize magical practices within the broader religious and cultural framework of ancient Egypt. Each chapter unfolds like a chapter in the Book of the Dead, revealing the layers of meaning behind the magical spells and their significance in the Egyptian worldview. The title becomes a guide through this esoteric terrain, inviting readers to decipher the symbols and incantations that held profound meaning for the practitioners of ancient Egyptian magic.

Budge delves into the different categories of magical practices, from healing spells to protective amulets, showcasing the diverse ways in which magic permeated every facet of Egyptian life. The title "Egyptian Magic" encapsulates this multifaceted exploration, promising readers a glimpse into the rituals that sought to harness cosmic forces and commune with the divine. Budge's meticulous research and translations transport readers back in time, allowing them to witness the rituals and ceremonies that were once an integral part of the Egyptian magical tradition.

The inclusion of hieroglyphic illustrations and translations of magical texts further enhances the immersive experience of "Egyptian Magic." Budge's expertise in deciphering ancient Egyptian scripts provides readers with a firsthand encounter with the original magical incantations. The title serves as a doorway to an ancient scriptorium, where the secrets of Egyptian magic are inscribed in symbols that continue to captivate and mystify.

Beyond the academic discourse, Budge's work touches upon the spiritual dimensions of ancient Egyptian magic. The title becomes a metaphorical key, unlocking the mystical teachings that guided the Egyptian magicians in their quest for spiritual enlightenment. Budge sheds light on the deep connection between magic and the afterlife, where spells and charms were believed to secure a favorable passage through the realm of the dead.

In conclusion, "Egyptian Magic" by E. A. Wallis Budge stands as a magnum opus that unravels the complexities of an ancient civilization's magical traditions. The title invites readers into a world where the mystical and the mundane coalesce, where words held the power to shape destinies and unlock the gates to the divine. Budge's meticulous scholarship, coupled with the evocative title, ensures that "Egyptian Magic" remains a timeless exploration of the enchantments that once echoed through the sacred temples and burial chambers of ancient Egypt.

"Egyptian Magic" by E. A. Wallis Budge is available in Amazon in paperback 11.99$ and hardcover 19.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 196

Language: English

Rating: 10/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[babylon-crashing]

It's punishment/ from Buddha. There is/ no Buddha.

“The Witch wears the mask of an Onibaba (鬼婆) [1] a divine Crone.

“Behind her is a Ba gua, a tool used in Chinese Wuxing sorcery and Feng Shui, symbolizing various virtues. [2] She holds a sword pointed to the sky in one hand and a scabbard pointing to the ground in the other, representing the exchange of power and wisdom seen in Chaos.

“The Witch herself represents the purity of her teachings, reflectes the will of the Kami and guides Heaven and Earth.

“Onibaba is our first card, this means that you are also a Witch and can learn to deal with Chaos and Cosmic Forces.”

“There are no limits to masculine egotism in ordinary life. In order to change the conditions of life we must learn to see them through the eyes of women,” Leon Trotsky.

“'Cause wild women don't worry,/ wild women don't have the blues,” Ida Cox.

Upright: Willpower, desire, creation, perseverance.

In the Rider-Waite deck the Magician is less a teacher and more a supernatural explorer, a conduit between the Spiritual realm and the Material world. Here, however, Syssk sits at the feet of her teacher, who wears an Oni mask and uses her sword to keep the connection between worlds open. At her feet are other traditional symbols of the Tarot suits – a cup, a coin and a wand – symbolizing various elements – water, earth, air and fire. 

Reverse: Deception, illusion, striking out.

____________________________________________

[1] Some, but not all. Like her Japanese counterpart, Onibaba, Slavic folklore tells of Baba Yaga, the Ogress, who in some stories steals, cooks and eats children and in others protects them.

[2] In the center are the four symbols used in the minor Arcana to represent the four elements: Wands (Fire), Cups (Water), Coins (Earth), Swords (Air). Radiating outward are a set of eight “Bagua” symbols (八卦), used in Taoist cosmology to represent the fundamental principles of reality. Each consists of three lines, each line either broken or unbroken respectively representing their Yin or Yang influences. These are: Heaven, Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, Thunder, Mountain and Lake. Ringing the octagon are the phases of the moon.

[divinegastronomer]

Biodynamic agriculture is an alternative approach to farming that aims to create a self-sustainable and balanced ecosystem.

It was developed in the early 20th century by Rudolf Steiner, an Austrian philosopher and scientist.

Biodynamic farming incorporates several unique practices, such as using specific preparations made from herbs, minerals, and animal manure to enhance soil fertility and plant health.

Biodynamic agriculture stems from Steiner's spiritual philosophy, Anthroposophy. Steiner believed that there are spiritual dimensions to nature, and by aligning with cosmic forces and understanding the interdependence of the spiritual and physical realms, farmers can optimize agricultural practices.

Biodynamic agriculture goes beyond the mechanics of conventional farming and takes into consideration the spiritual aspects of nature and the cosmos. A farm is a living organism and that its health is interconnected with larger cosmic rhythms and spiritual forces.

[jadeannbyrne]

The Last Embrace - Eternal Light of Redemption: The Ballad of Elowen & Seraphina

The Last Embrace – Eternal Light of Redemption: The Ballad of Elowen & Seraphina The Last Embrace – Eternal Light of Redemption: The Ballad of Elowen & Seraphina In the heart of the Jade Ann Byrne, a vast and ancient forest whispered the tales of countless souls who had traversed its winding paths. It was said that this forest, bathed in emerald light, was a bridge between worlds—a place where…

[soaked-doors]

when it rains, it pours

[pebblegalaxy]

The Power of Belief: Embracing Fate and Destiny in a Chaotic World

The Power of Belief: Embracing Fate and Destiny in a Chaotic World #Fate #Destiny #Belief #Philosophy #MeaningOfLife #Purpose #Spirituality #Existentialism #PersonalGrowth #CosmicForces

Do you believe in fate/destiny? In Defense of Fate and Destiny: Embracing the Power of Belief In a world filled with uncertainty and chaos, the concept of fate and destiny provides a comforting anchor for many individuals seeking meaning and purpose in their lives. While some may dismiss fate and destiny as mere superstition or wishful thinking, I firmly believe in their profound influence on…

[prosegalaxy]

In the heart of a mystic realm, A decision loomed with dire consequence. The enchanted forest whispered secrets, while mystical mountains beckoned, calling forth brave hearts on an adventure. Within the shadows of hidden realms, destiny awaited, its tendrils weaving through time and space, as cosmic forces clashed. Choose wisely, for the fate of worlds teetered in balance, and the echoes of this choice would reverberate across the cosmos.

[blueheartbooks]

"Unveiling the Mysteries: E. A. Wallis Budge's 'Egyptian Magic'—A Scholarly Odyssey into Ancient Mysticism"

"Egyptian Magic" by E. A. Wallis Budge serves as a captivating portal to the mystical world of ancient Egypt, where the realms of magic, religion, and spirituality seamlessly intertwined. Published in [year], this seminal work by Budge, a renowned Egyptologist, offers readers a comprehensive exploration of the magical practices and beliefs that permeated the daily lives of the ancient Egyptians. The title itself hints at the enigmatic allure that beckons readers into a realm where the boundaries between the mundane and the supernatural blur.

Budge, known for his extensive scholarship on Egyptology, brings to life the magical traditions of ancient Egypt with meticulous detail. The title "Egyptian Magic" acts as a prelude to a journey through the spells, rituals, and incantations that were integral to the spiritual landscape of this ancient civilization. Budge's prose, though rooted in academic rigor, retains a sense of wonder that makes the subject accessible to both scholars and enthusiasts alike.

One of the strengths of "Egyptian Magic" lies in Budge's ability to contextualize magical practices within the broader religious and cultural framework of ancient Egypt. Each chapter unfolds like a chapter in the Book of the Dead, revealing the layers of meaning behind the magical spells and their significance in the Egyptian worldview. The title becomes a guide through this esoteric terrain, inviting readers to decipher the symbols and incantations that held profound meaning for the practitioners of ancient Egyptian magic.

Budge delves into the different categories of magical practices, from healing spells to protective amulets, showcasing the diverse ways in which magic permeated every facet of Egyptian life. The title "Egyptian Magic" encapsulates this multifaceted exploration, promising readers a glimpse into the rituals that sought to harness cosmic forces and commune with the divine. Budge's meticulous research and translations transport readers back in time, allowing them to witness the rituals and ceremonies that were once an integral part of the Egyptian magical tradition.

The inclusion of hieroglyphic illustrations and translations of magical texts further enhances the immersive experience of "Egyptian Magic." Budge's expertise in deciphering ancient Egyptian scripts provides readers with a firsthand encounter with the original magical incantations. The title serves as a doorway to an ancient scriptorium, where the secrets of Egyptian magic are inscribed in symbols that continue to captivate and mystify.

Beyond the academic discourse, Budge's work touches upon the spiritual dimensions of ancient Egyptian magic. The title becomes a metaphorical key, unlocking the mystical teachings that guided the Egyptian magicians in their quest for spiritual enlightenment. Budge sheds light on the deep connection between magic and the afterlife, where spells and charms were believed to secure a favorable passage through the realm of the dead.

In conclusion, "Egyptian Magic" by E. A. Wallis Budge stands as a magnum opus that unravels the complexities of an ancient civilization's magical traditions. The title invites readers into a world where the mystical and the mundane coalesce, where words held the power to shape destinies and unlock the gates to the divine. Budge's meticulous scholarship, coupled with the evocative title, ensures that "Egyptian Magic" remains a timeless exploration of the enchantments that once echoed through the sacred temples and burial chambers of ancient Egypt.

"Egyptian Magic" by E. A. Wallis Budge is available in Amazon in paperback 11.99$ and hardcover 19.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 196

Language: English

Rating: 10/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[hinamie]

もう一回、もう一回

[cosmic-wonders-series]

Idk, this came to me in a sleep deprived state

[cosmic-seer]

POV your trainer is getting flustered for the umpteenth time

(Instigated by this post.)

[padawansuggest]

Qui-Gon: *on his first night with Padawan Kenobi after his older padawans convinced him he needed a new baby so he’d bother someone else* Alright, now I think it’s bedtime. I know it’s a bit earlier than usual but you have a whole new set of classes to switch to tomorrow so we have to get up early.

Obi-Wan: *is only 11, is fine with more sleep* Okay, Master! *wanders off to get in his pajamas*

Qui-Gon: *making a pot of sleepy tea*

Obi-Wan: *comes back in jammies looking confused*

Qui-Gon: What’s wrong, Padawan?

Obi-Wan: I can’t find my sleepy cocoon.

Qui-Gon: …your sleeping bag? Oh, I assumed you used that for camping in the room of a thousand fountains, do you usually sleep in that at night?

Obi-Wan: ??? No? No I use it sometimes but you’re right, that’s for camping nights. I mean my sleepy cocoon?

Qui-Gon: …what is a sleep cocoon?

Obi-Wan: It’s… it’s a stretchy fabric that goes over you?

Qui-Gon: …gimme a second, I don’t think I saw anything like that in your bags.

One call to the creche later

Creche Master: Is something wrong with Padawan Kenobi settling in?

Qui-Gon: Um, he’s missing something that I don’t think I’ve seen. He called it his sleepy cocoon?

Creche Master: Oh! That went into the laundry this morning, it probably got delivered back to us, I’ll have it sent right away.

Qui-Gon: Um, I need to ask… what is a sleepy cocoon?

Creche Master: *snort* It’s an anti-grav sleeping tube. It’s a compression material so he doesn’t feel it when he starts to float in his sleep. He’s too close to the cosmic force to control it, so they give him the compression tube.

Qui-Gon: …you’re saying he disobeys gravity in his sleep, so the tube makes him stop realizing it?

Creche Master: Yeah, it’s pretty important, actually. It keeps his joints in place. No cricks in his neck or dead arms if they start to fall.

Qui-Gon: Amazing. A straight jacket for his cosmic force abilities. I adore it. Please send it here. He can get out of it on his own, right?

Creche Master: Oh course, it’s just pressure, not actually being tied up.

Qui-Gon: Delightful. I’ll get him extras for off planet missions.

[unfinishedslurs]

The boy stops in his tracks. “I know you,” he says, tilting his head curiously. He’s not tall, but he’s regal nonetheless, dressed all in white. Something about him makes Leia’s hair stand on end, and although she hides it she feels a stirring in her own chest. I know you like I know my own soul, she thinks wildly, and wonders where it came from. Has she gone insane?

“That’s nice,” she says, and shoots him anyway.

He deflects it in a flash of light, a glowing blue laser sword appearing in his hand like magic. She’s only seen one of those before, and it’s Vader’s. If this boy is anything like Vader, she realizes, she’s in deep shit.

She’s smart enough to know when she’s outmatched. Leia makes the tactical decision to run for her life.

Later, as she’s getting the hell out of there, she wonders why he didn’t try to stop her.

She remembers being young and tugging on her mothers skirts, demanding to know why their guest was so sad. “Does he not like it here?” She’d asked, and then, trembling, because Kenobi always seemed saddest around her. “Is it…because of me?”

“Oh, Leia,” her mother sighed, lifting her into her arms. “It’s not that, I promise.”

“Then what is it?”

“Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, years ago.” Breha’s eyes grew deeper, darker. “It was not his fault, but he blames himself. You remind him of that child, that’s all.”

Leia had quieted at that, contemplative.

The next time she’d seen Master Kenobi, she had given him a hug. He didn’t seem to know what to do with that, so she resolved to give him more of them. “He’s lonely,” she’d told her mother. “No one should be lonely.”

Looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi now, the memory seemed so far away. He’d aged thirty years in the ten it had been.

He looks, Leia thinks with a small twinge of regret, very lonely.

“Leia,” he greets. “It’s been a long time.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Leia sees a glint of white.

Kenobi freezes in his tracks. “Luke?” He whispers, and through the distance Leia can hear it as if he’d been speaking directly into her ear.

Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, her mother whispers in her head. He blames himself.

In an instant, Leia understands everything.

Kenobi is still staring at the boy he’d lost so long ago when Vader cuts him down.

Later, as she’s pacing around on the Falcon to Han muttering darkly about Princesses and supernatural abilities, she rememberers the way the boy collapsed, as if all his strings had been cut. Vader was too occupied with him to even look at her as she shot at him desperately.

Luke. She hates him more than she hates herself.

“They know where you are,” he hisses frantically. “They’re coming for you. You have to run.”

“Wait!” Leia quickly pulls up their sonar. Nothing yet, but it would explain the distant queasiness she’d felt since they’d landed. She tended to trust her gut. “How do you know? How much time do we have?”

“Not important, and not enough,” he says. “I have to go, and so do you. You need to leave yesterday.”

“How do I know I can trust you? I don’t even know who you are.”

He pauses. “Call me Skywalker.”

“That’s not an answer, Skywalker.”

“Yes it is.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but there are faint voices on the other end, drawing nearer.

“Shit,” Skywalker mutters. “I have to go. I’ll be in contact, okay? Don’t ever tell me where you are, or where you’re heading. Vader and Palpatine aren’t shy about reading minds. Just leave as soon as you can, and figure out the rest.”

“But—“

It’s too late. The comm has disconnected.

She stares down at it, disbelieving. How would the Empire know they’re here? Why should she trust a stranger who somehow got her personal comm code?

Gut feeling or not, on paper this was a perfect location. Supplied, armored, and most importantly, extremely well hidden. There was no real reason to think it would possibly be found out.

It’s probably a trap. Almost definitely a trap.

Han sticks his head in the door, a sour look on his face. “Hey Princess, can you tell these idiots—“

She makes a decision then and there.

“We’re leaving.”

“What?”

“We’re evacuating, effective immediately.” She pushes past him, and he follows so close he’s nearly stepping on her heel.

“Why? I think it’s pretty cozy here. Actual sunlight doesn’t hurt, either.”

“Apparently too cozy.” She grabs the first person she sees, a pilot who stares at her with wide eyes. “Emergency evacuation. Spread the word to pack everything you can and leave, I’ll let you know where we’re headed when we’re in orbit.”

He salutes and scurries off.

“Woah, hey now.” Han snatches at her elbow until she turns around to face him. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a new informant. He told me the Empire knows we’re here. They’re coming for us.”

“And you trust this person because…”

“I don’t have a choice,” she snaps. Someone runs past them, holding three packs filled to the brim with rations. “It’s either he’s lying and we’re not in danger, or he’s telling the truth and we’re going to die if we don’t listen. It’s not exactly hard math.”

It could be a trap of course, but he hadn’t suggested any sort of direction or destination to follow, and Leia wasn’t inclined to share. Especially not after his tidbit about Vader and Palpatine reading minds.

He squints at her. “That’s not it.”

“What?”

“I don’t believe you,” he insists. He’s so infuriating. Leia doesn’t know why she hasn’t kicked him out yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do, and you’re either gonna tell me why, or find a different transport when we head out of here.”

“Who said I was riding on your hunk of junk?” She demands. She actually was planning on going with them, since the Falcon has more than enough room for all the supplies that can’t fit in the other ships and none of the trustworthiness of the other pilots, but Han doesn’t need to know that.

“Well?”

Damn him. Damn him for knowing how to read her. She doesn’t know when she let that happen.

“I feel it,” she admits, defeated. “Something tells me he’s trustworthy. We’ll wait and see if it’s right.”

He studies her. She holds her head high, but inside she’s jittery at the scrutiny. They don’t have time for this.

“Yeah, all right,” Han finally says.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” He rolls his eyes, like she’s not acting absolutely insane by putting all her trust in a random man she’s never even met. “Now come on, Princess, weren’t you the one who said we had to hurry?”

What is it about this man that makes it impossible to tell whether she wants to punch him or drag him into the nearest supply closet? They don’t have time to find out.

“So there’s good news and bad news.”

“Bad news first,” she demands.

“They know there’s a mole.”

“Shit.” Of course they know, how could they not? She should have been more careful, less obvious about the correlation of their movements with the Empire’s plans. “The good news?”

“They’ve tasked me with hunting down this ‘pathetic rebel spy,’” Skywalker says, humor in his voice. “That should buy me some time.”

Leia can’t quite stop the snort she lets out. “Seriously?”

“Yep. You’re speaking to a professional mole-hunter, here.”

“Well congratulations on the promotion, Skywalker.”

“Thank you,” he says grandly. Then, quieter, “It won’t last, Princess. They’ll find out eventually.”

“I know. Just hang in there, it will be over soon.”

“Will it?” He asks, suddenly sounding very young. She realizes that she has no idea how old he is. She doesn’t know anything about the man who has saved them more times than she cared to admit, and the idea rattles her until they sign off.

Later, she looks up the name Skywalker in their archives. There are a few results, but only one sticks out.

Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and hero of the Clone Wars. Killed at the hands of Darth Vader. There are gossip articles too, speculations on his relationship with the pregnant Senator Padmé Amidala, who died around the same time Skywalker did. The baby, it seems, died with her.

Unless he didn’t.

It’s ridiculous. It’s impossible. The idea is so ludicrous that Leia almost rejects it entirely.

But it makes sense. By the Maker, it makes sense.

The child of Anakin Skywalker, it seems, would be a powerful Force user indeed. Powerful enough for Kenobi to take the baby and run. Powerful enough for the Emperor to want him for his own gain. Powerful enough to send Vader after Kenobi and take the boy himself.

Maybe even powerful enough to shield his mind from Vader and Palpatine’s intrusions.

Powerful enough to hide the fact that he’s a spy.

Leia sinks into her chair, covering her face as she laughs.

Maybe Luke isn’t so bad after all.

“No, no, no,” she mutters, digging through the smoking wreckage of the TIE fighter. “Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.”

“Princess…” Han lays a hand on her shoulder that she immediately shrugs off.

“No, he’s not dead. He’s not. Luke!”

A faint cough answers her, and she’s so relieved to hear it she could cry. Behind her, Han starts bellowing for a medic and, “Some damn help here, do you expect us to move all this ourselves?”

“Luke, it’s me,” she sobs. “It’s Leia. You’re at the Rebel Base. You’re safe.”

More coughing, and there’s a worrying rasp to his voice when he says, “You know…my name?”

“I figured it out.”

“Smart.” This time, the coughing is so bad Leia and Han both wince.

“Shit, kid,” Han says, moving another piece of rubble. “Don’t talk. We’re gonna get you out of here, all right?”

“Stand back,” Luke chokes out.

“What?”

“Stand back. Please.”

Han protests, but something in Leia knows they should listen to him. She drags him back, and motions everyone else to fall back with them. They do, albeit reluctantly.

“Clear,” she calls, hoping Luke can hear her.

The TIE explodes.

“Fuck!” Han goes back in, Leia on his heels with the terrifying feeling that she’d just allowed Luke to die, before they both stop in their tracks. Around them, the broken pieces of the TIE are floating.

And curled up in the middle is a man dressed all in white.

“Luke!” She pushes past Han to start dragging him out, and after another moment of staring around them, he helps her.

As soon as they get clear, the pieces fall to the ground with a clatter. Luke falls limp with them.

Han is still looking at the TIE. “Can you do that?” He asks quietly.

Leia pauses her examination of the unconscious man in front of her to glare at him. “Is that what you’re most concerned with right now? Really?”

“Excuse me for asking, Princess!”

“It’s white,” Luke grumbles, pulling at his hospital gown bitterly. “I hate wearing white.”

“Should I be offended?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t even. You look great and you know it. I just feel like I never left.”

“Well,” she says gingerly. “I guess it’s a good thing you got sick of it. If we went around in matching outfits all the time, people might think we’re twins.”

He snorts. “Yeah, right.”

[trainerjoshie]

Pokémon TCG BEAUTIFUL dark & Vibrant illustrations by ryoma uratsuka ✨✨✨